The members of Group B walked out of the office in tacit understanding. Liang Shule showed Yi Jiayi the schematic diagram drawn by the previously mentioned Brother Da Guangming. He strode forward while pointing on the schematic diagram with his finger:
"Eleventh Sister, the body was first found here.
" Brother Da Guangming followed the dragging marks to the first crime scene, which was here.
"There were dragging marks on the road, but no clear footprints. It is considered that the murderer may have covered his shoes with cloth or bags, and deliberately dragged his feet when walking, leaving no clean and neat shoe prints. "
Then from the scene of the murder, another mark was found leading to this bench, so Brother Da Guangming deduced that the murderer dragged the homeless man Liang Xiaofu from the bench into the woods and killed him. "
At that time, Liang Xiaofu took rat poison and felt uncomfortable. He was probably lying on the bench, struggling and rolling." Jiayi imagined the scene in her mind while listening.
"It's very likely." Liang Shule put away the diagram and nodded.
While he was helping Yi Jiayi add details, Liu Jiaming was discussing the case with Uncle Jiu behind him:
"Maybe the cat and dog killing cases have nothing to do with the homeless man murder case. For example, in the case of the homeless man setting a fire, it was really him who set the fire, and the relatives of his wife's family finally found an opportunity, or made up their minds to kill him. "Liu Jiaming really didn't want the cat and dog murders to be related to the homeless man murders. After all, if the murderer was among the victims' social connections, the case would be much easier and simpler to investigate.
"There hasn't been a murder in so many years, but it happened at this time. It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it." Uncle Jiu shook his head, but also sighed, "I really hope it wasn't a stranger who killed people, otherwise how can we investigate in such a huge crowd of people?"
"Yes, the deceased is a homeless man. He hangs around Tongzhou Street Park every day and may have come into contact with too many people. Now there are no definite clues. If we really want to investigate, do we have to stand near the park and ask everyone who passes by the park? "
If there really was a conflict with the homeless man that we didn't know about, it would still be okay. But if he was killing indiscriminately, we wouldn't even be able to find the murderer. If we want to find the murderer, we have to ask the ghost directly, unless we can communicate with spirits." Uncle Jiu shook his head. "
It's useless to ask ghosts, Uncle Jiu." Liu Jiaming smiled bitterly, "The ghost of a crazy homeless man must be crazy too. If you ask a madman who killed you, how will he answer you? ”
“…” Uncle Jiu slapped his forehead and wanted to smoke again, “If the murderer is an indiscriminate killer, and is the same person as the cat and dog killer, then the problem is even more serious. An indiscriminate serial killer, or an indiscriminate serial killer who upgraded in a short period of time. Are you afraid?”
“…” Liu Jiaming’s face was about to turn into a bitter gourd, “Uncle Jiu, stop talking, be careful that the good things don’t work and the bad things do. ”
“Amitabha, Taishang Laojun, all kinds of gods, please don’t let what I say come true…” Uncle Jiu hurriedly put his hands together and prayed randomly.
At this time, Fang Zhenyue, who was walking in the front, had his mobile phones ringing. He took it out and answered it. Just after he said hello, the loud voice of Superintendent Huang Zhongcheng came from the other side:
“Inspector Fang, the Public Relations Department just called and said that many media people took pictures of the victim bleeding from the seven orifices yesterday morning. As of today, they have determined that the victim died of poisoning, and they also said that the murderer was the one who killed the cats and dogs. It is estimated that it will be published in the newspaper tomorrow morning. What progress have you made here?”
“We are pushing forward the investigation as usual, Sir Huang. "Fang Zhenyue frowned slightly and whispered.
"We can't move forward as usual. We need to get a conclusion as soon as possible. Regardless of whether the murderer is caught or not, we have to give an answer first. We can't let the rumors spread too fiercely." Huang Zhongcheng's voice also sank. "It appeared in today's newspaper, and there was a reaction from above. They called the police to increase the intensity of city patrols.
"Hong Kong has always been a very safe city. Both tourism and economy rely on this safety. If public areas such as parks become so unsafe, it will have an impact on the city's image... These are not what I said, but the pressure exerted by the higher-ups.
"In short, first, the case must be solved as quickly as possible, as quickly as possible!
"Second, there must not be another homeless person killed. I will arrange night patrols for half a month. You, on the other hand, must quickly grasp the movements of the murderer and give me an answer."
"OK, sir." Fang Zhenyue pinched his brows.
"Does the murderer specifically kill stray cats and dogs and homeless people, or does he specifically look for victims in the park, or does he kill people out of revenge? Give me a result as soon as possible." Huang Zhongcheng added that the public relations department also needs a position. When he responds to calls from above, he must have a clear direction. He can't be completely unaware of calls from the public relations department and calls from the top leaders. That would be too embarrassing.
"Got it, sir." Fang Zhenyue responded again.
"Don't keep saying you know. Can you give me an answer tonight?" Huang Zhongcheng glanced at the time. He was anxious and couldn't help but force Fang Zhenyue.
"I'll try, sir." Fang Zhenyue's tone was still very steady. He was neither panicked nor complaining.
Huang Zhongcheng was like a whip that only hit the air. He really couldn't do anything about his attitude, so he had to sigh and hang up the phone. People who pay to work are difficult to deal with. It's hard to show off your authority in front of him or put pressure on him.
Fang Zhenyue hung up the phone and turned around to see a group of detectives looking at him pitifully.
"Brother Yue, what did Huang sir say?" Yi Jiayi looked at Fang Zhenyue with some sympathy, holding the documents that Liang Shule handed to her.
Being a leader is really difficult. You have to appease everyone, bear the pressure from above, and survive in the cracks.
"It's okay, just pay attention to our work and say we are doing a good job." Fang Zhenyue smiled pretending to be relaxed.
Everyone has worked very hard, and he doesn't want them to work so hard and still run around under pressure. It's better for one person to bear the pressure and other negative emotions from the outside world and the top, so that others can do their work without distraction.
"..."
Everyone looked at Brother Yue and fell silent. Sir Huang, please don't speak too loudly, everyone has actually heard most of it.
Smacking her lips, Jiayi raised her lips and smiled, unwilling to reject Brother Yue's intention. He wanted everyone to relax, so she would follow his advice.
"Mr. Huang finally realized that putting pressure on the executive level at a time like this is harmful and useless. He is a relatively calm leader." Jiayi said jokingly.
Anyway, every case has public pressure and pressure from senior management. Death is never a trivial matter. Since you are in this line of work, just treat this pressure as "daily" and take it easy.
"Ha." Fang Zhenyue was amused by her words, which were not sure whether they were sarcastic or not. He put his hand on her head and turned to the stairwell first.
...
When the detectives of Group B walked into the autopsy room, Xu Junhao was explaining to the assistant forensic doctor while performing an autopsy:
"Because bruises take several minutes to appear, if the victim was contused a few hours before his death, the bruises would spread from the injured area, like this... This is the wound caused a few hours before his death. It should be that he fell and hit the concrete floor, which caused such impact injuries, particle contusions and large-area abrasions..."
Xu Junhao pointed to another wound and said:
"Look here, the bruise is very small, and the shape and boundary of the bruise are clear. What does it look like?"
"Blunt impact injury." A forensic assistant said first.
"Yes, it looks like a hit with the front end of a baseball bat, right?" Xu Junhao looked up and asked seriously. His face was illuminated by the surgical light, with a clear boundary between light and shadow. With his short haircut, he looked sharp and tough.
"Yes."
"Yes..."
The assistants responded one after another.
"This is the blow the victim suffered when he was on the verge of death." Xu Junhao pinched his chin, thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say about the previous fall, but the blow in this area is likely caused by the murderer.
"Maybe the murderer is someone with a baseball bat and a dagger, or someone with a baseball bat and someone with a dagger... That means it was a group crime."
"..." Jiayi listened to this and immediately imagined the King's Park case, where a group of scoundrels got up and tortured a couple.
Could it be that the death of the homeless man this time was also due to an accidental "prank" by a group of malicious scum?
"What is the definition of near death? "Xu Junhao suddenly asked again.
"A few seconds or minutes before death." Someone answered.
"..." Xu Junhao did not respond.
"A few seconds or minutes before and after death." Another person supplemented.
"That's right." Xu Junhao immediately extended his index finger and nodded in affirmation.
"Huh? Sir Fang, you are here." Xu Junhao finally saw Fang Zhenyue and others, so he stopped the dissection and explanation work, nodded at them with the scalpel in his hand, and said, "You are back from the National Day holiday."
"Sir Xu." Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, held the notebook in his hand, and took a step forward.
"How is it? Any progress?" Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi approached the dissection bed side by side, and asked Xu Junhao.
"Before the victim died, he not only took rat poison, but also ate some beef and drank some wine. "Xu Junhao turned around and made room slightly to let the agents see the body. But when he saw the corpse that had been dissected to a somewhat horrible degree, he hesitated whether to cover it up to prevent them from feeling uncomfortable even after a long period of experience.
"And, judging from the various scars on his body, this homeless man has suffered all kinds of beatings and bullying for a long time. "
It is because of the various strange scars on his body that he would use this 'rare' corpse to explain to his assistants the classification and origins of the various scar characteristics.
"Is it possible that someone has been targeting this homeless man to vent his pent-up emotions, and this time he failed to control his strength and killed him by mistake. Later, in order to hide their own information, they deliberately destroyed the body, making people mistakenly believe that the homeless man died of murder? Or...is it possible that the rat poison was also fed to the victim after the murderer realized that he had beaten him too hard and the victim was on the verge of death, in order to guide the police to link his death with the previous deaths of stray cats and dogs? "
Fang Zhenyue immediately started to speculate and reason based on Xu Junhao's words, and his thinking diverged extremely quickly.
"At this stage, I have two judgments on the victim's death. One is the cut on the abdomen, and the other is the blunt force wound behind the skull. But I haven't performed a craniotomy on the body yet, so wait a moment. "Xu Junhao pointed at the corpse's head.
Liu Jiaming and others immediately frowned and couldn't help but lament the fate of this homeless man.
What kind of life do these invisible people at the bottom of society live?
When Jiayi heard Xu Junhao's words, her curiosity finally overwhelmed the discomfort of not seeing a corpse for several months. She took a deep breath, raised her eyelids, and looked at the corpse that was being dissected and whose chest was opened like a butterfly's wings.