I called Wang Dali in and said to him, "Dali, go and prepare a few things for me! I want towels, boiling water, buckets, ropes, iron plates, electric heaters, white vinegar, and ginger."
"Do you want cumin and chili noodles?" Wang Dali asked.
"What do I need that for."
"Look at these things you want, aren't you preparing to eat teppanyaki?" Wang Dali wondered.
I puffed and laughed: "Go go go, hurry up and get it for me."
"Then this money ..." Wang Dali looked at me dumbfounded.
Huang Xiaotao said, "Don't worry, I'll reimburse you when it's done, remember to develop - invoices."
I remembered something and said, "Wait! Does our dormitory's oldest have a few pots of succulents, give me a pot."
"What do you need that for, investigating cases is too boring, you still get pots of flowers to adjust the atmosphere?" Wang Dali was staggered.
"Don't ask, just go." I waved my hand.
"Okay!" Wang Dali promised and ran out.
I searched the clothes of the deceased, found the ID card, student ID card, some change, a bunch of keys, a cell phone and half a pack of Yuxi cigarettes, documents written above are Deng Chao's name. I opened the cell phone and found that it was locked screen, with a password lock, Huang Xiaotao looked for the police officer next to me to ask for a few bags of evidence, these things were loaded up separately.
I stood up and looked around, this music classroom is very open, in front of the podium, next to the podium is an old wooden piano, the piano is facing the south window, those windows are open. Since this school building was built earlier, there was no air conditioning installed, and a few ceiling fans were mounted on the ceiling.
"Strange, where did the dead man's head go?" I muttered to myself as I stared at the headless body.
I walked to the front of the piano, reached out and pressed the keys, and found that there was no sound, it turns out that when this old piano is in use, you need to step on the pedals underneath in order to make a sound. Huang Xiaotao blinked curiously and looked at me, "You know how to play the piano?"
"Of course not."
I swept a slip of keys smoothly and found that a few of the keys were stuck, immediately realizing that something was wrong, I anxiously called out, "Quickly, open the lid of the piano, there's something inside!"
When the lid of the piano was opened, the policemen present all let out a gasp.
Inside the piano, many of the strings were broken, and the messy strings seemed like a spider's web, entangling a bloody head, with a baseball cap falling off the side.
I rolled up my sleeves and reached out, ready to pull out the head, but the strings were completely tangled together, like a mess, and if I pulled hard, I would probably rip off the skin and flesh on it.
Huang Xiaotao asked a police officer to find a vise, and in a short while, the police officer borrowed a vise from the security office of the school, and pinched off the strings entangled in the head one by one, and the head was finally taken out without any problem!
I took the head to the headless body to compare, from the wounds, basically can indeed be the same person. However, the degree of decomposition of the head was a bit strange, the skin was a bit green, and the exposed flesh and blood had begun to emit a putrid odor.
In addition I noticed a broken piece in the back of the head area, and with a slight pressure of my hand, I found that a piece of the skull underneath the skin was broken, and the wound was already bruised and pus-filled. The slightest pressure from my fingers squeezed a stream of white, putrid pus from beneath the skin and onto my wrist.
"Don't move!" Huang Xiaotao said, pulling out a tissue to wipe it off for me, and I said thank you.
"Anything?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"This head and body are basically the same person's, and the head was sliced open by a sharp instrument." I moved closer to the head and sniffed, "The head seems to have been coated with some kind of potion, coupled with the high bacteria inside the piano, the rotting speed has greatly accelerated, and the face is a bit unrecognizable."
"That means it's impossible to recover?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"Basically impossible to recover ...," I murmured, just now those two girls claimed to have witnessed a white female ghost always playing the piano last night, and then the strings in the classroom flew about, as if the female ghost's fluttering hair cut off Deng Chao's head.
For the above, I naturally do not believe, otherwise this case should not be investigated!
The murderer coated the dead man's head with potion and placed it inside the piano, perhaps precisely to deliberately make it blurred.
But in any headless corpse case, confirming the identity of the deceased is the most most important, if the head disappears or is severely damaged, it's time to wonder if the murderer is obfuscating? This technique wasn't uncommon, criminals in ancient times had used it, I had read many similar cases in the Prison Breaking God's Chapter, so I felt the need to investigate what this Deng Chao really was.
"Song Yang, do you think the deceased's head was cut off by the strings?" Huang Xiaotao asked.
"The wound section is neat, I can only say that it was cut off by a sharp instrument, speaking of the zither string, this is indeed a murderous weapon that is strong enough to cut people open! I heard that there was a case more than ten years ago, the deceased rode a motorcycle home late at night every day, the culprit calculated the height of the deceased's path of passage and tied a lyre string, the moment the deceased passed by his head was cut off, and then a headless corpse rode the motorcycle all the way into the roadside barbecue stalls, scaring a lot of people out of their wits, and the case was hard to beat a large group of experts at the time." I slowly explained.
"Ah! You're talking about the 'headless rider' case ten years ago." Huang Xiaotao was alarmed, "I remember that the police hired a mysterious figure to solve the case at that time, wait, this case was never publicized, where did you hear about it?"
"I heard it from an old cop." I said lightly, it was actually my grandfather who solved the case!
I gazed carefully at the head wound for a while, and suddenly noticed a hint of something wrong, the skin and flesh of the head was cut very neatly, but there were imperceptible friction marks on the cervical vertebrae.
I closed my eyes, opened them again, and took a good look with my 'Cave of the Specter's Pupil', and found that some tiny black particles appeared on the vertebrae, like some kind of metal shavings.
From this I came to a conclusion that the skin and bones were not cut with the same tool!
At this time, Wang Dali ran in with great vigor, carrying a large bag in his left hand and a bottle of warmer in his right hand, and said with great joy, "Yangzi, I've retrieved what you wanted."
I opened the bag and looked at it, and praised, "You're really good, you got it all so quickly."
"Everything else is fine, this iron plate I went to the barbecue store outside the school to borrow, and I have to return it when I run out of it ..." Wang Dali finished, his eyes suddenly stared straight at a place, it turned out that he saw the human head that I put on the ground.
"Momma, this blood hula cha head you guys from where to find, too scary!" Wang Dali was so scared that his face turned blue.
"If you can't stand it, go out and turn around, and bring an iron absorbing stone and a piece of white paper when you come back later." I instructed.
"Huh, why didn't you just say it together, causing me to have to make another trip!" Wang Dali complained.
"Just think of it as exercise, I'll treat you to dinner later." I consoled him, and only then did I send him away.
After Wang Dali left, I poured the hot water from the heater into the bucket, then soaked the towel in it and used the hot towel to compress the chest of the deceased.
Seeing me start the autopsy, quite a few police officers gathered around to visit, Huang Xiaotao curiously asked, "What are you doing with a hot towel on his chest?"
"Didn't I just tell you to prove the time of death of the deceased? You watch carefully!"
After softening the deceased's chest, I turned the deceased over and then used the hot towel to compress his back. After repeating this three times and confirming that the dead man's muscles had begun to soften, only then did I use a special technique to keep poking and prodding the dead man's back.
Suddenly, the headless body without warning half sat up, the neck wound steeply sprayed a large mass of blood with ice ballast.
Seeing this scene, the police present were all scared to take a step back!