Lao Xia walked slowly towards the side of the road, stepping on the snow without making the slightest sound. It's as if this person is an incorporeal body floating in the air. No wonder when he grabbed my shoulder in the village before, I didn't even hear where he came from.
Originally, I had a strange feeling about this so-called disabled village, but now that I saw this old Xia, I felt even more weird. If all the villagers in Tougouzi Village were like this, then this village would indeed be scary. While thinking this way, he followed Lao Xia to the side.
"Bring your shovel!" Captain Zhou shouted.
The two cars were driving with double flashes, and each of the people behind us was holding a flashlight to illuminate us. On this kind of country road, there is only one street light after a long distance, and most of the street lights are off. I don't know if the bulb was smashed by someone, or it has been in disrepair for a long time.
The surrounding cold wind swished, passing through the branches to form a sound like howling ghosts and wolves.
Except for a few flashlights, it was pitch black all around, and we stepped forward in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
If a person walks this kind of road alone, even if there is nothing, I am afraid that I will scare myself enough. It was really a wise choice for the person who found the body to leave early. In this environment, staying quietly with a dead body is too much for me.
Although I'm a staunch atheist, that's just how people always like to scare themselves with things that don't exist.
However, Lao Xia, who was leading the way ahead, seemed not afraid of this kind of spooky weather at all. He walked forward quickly in the front where there was almost no flashlight lighting, as if he didn't need to look at the road under his feet. I couldn't help thinking of when I was in the car just now, Lao Xia seemed to know where the car was driving with his eyes closed.
When a person's eyes are broken, other organs become sharper.
Walking forward like this, even though he was wearing gloves, he still felt the cold wind stabbing his hands.
But after walking so far, we only saw the footprints of one person. If it is correct, the footprints of this person should have been left by the first person who found the body. Then, when the deceased died or even was dumped here, there must have been heavy snowfall in the sky. The heavy snow covered the murderer's footprints, and the weather provided him with the best cover.
"This!" Lao Xia popped out another word, his voice was still extremely hoarse and loud, like a subwoofer submerged in water, muffled and high.
Lao Xia seemed to be able to yell out word by word like this, looking very strenuous.
When we heard this, we stopped quickly, and the light of several flashlights shone on the ground. Sure enough, we saw a foot sticking out from under the snow. This is a foot without a shoe and without a sock. This is natural, otherwise the reporter would have no way to see the nail polish on the toenails.
This place is not far from the so-called highway. In a non-dark environment, it is normal and very possible for people on the side of the road to see a foot sticking out of the snow.
But judging from this foot alone, I am not sure that it must be a woman's foot. After all, in the previous case, I met all kinds of people, so I didn't dare to make wild guesses. We are not in a hurry to dig this corpse out of the snow. Before that, we have to look at the surrounding situation.
I asked for a flashlight to shine around.
There were no traces around, and the heavy snow completely covered up the traces left by the murderer.
"Wu Meng, do you find anything?" Captain Zhou was eager to learn some skills from me, and the earnest eyes made me feel like I had grown up.
I hurriedly said: "The heavy snow stopped about three hours ago. When we received the report, although there was still light snow in the sky, the amount of snowfall was not enough to cover a person's footprints. So the deceased died." The time must have been three hours ago, as for when it was, I have to let Guan Zengbin do the autopsy."
"That's right, that's right." Captain Zhou nodded seriously.
I continued: "It is now 9:30 in the evening. Three hours ago, it was 6:30. It was still light at 6:30. The murderer dared to commit the crime in broad daylight and hide the corpse by the side of the road. It means that he must be very familiar with this road. He knows that under heavy snow, almost no one will pass this road."
While speaking, I suddenly felt that I had found the feeling of solving a case for the first time, that feeling of confidence. I don't know if I have calmed down during the two months in Yumu City.
"Even if the murderer is not a villager in Tougouzi Village, he must know the village very well!" I said firmly.
Captain Zhou nodded: "Now, shouldn't it be time to dig out this female corpse?"
I nodded and said, "Go ahead, but I still don't dare to conclude that it must be a female corpse. You can't just say that this foot is a woman's foot when you see the nail polish on it. In fact, men may also do such a thing." Come."
Captain Zhou patted himself on the head and said: "Oh! Why didn't I think of this. Remember not to make preconceived subjective guesses. I can't help but make this mistake. You guys, have you seen it? Learn more Learn from Wu Meng, who is only twenty years old, but I don't know how much taller than you..."
While we were talking, we stepped back, and Captain Zhou began to direct the surrounding area to clean up the snow.
Fortunately, the snow is all fresh, not thick, and it won't take long to shovel it. After a few minutes of useless, Captain Zhou said: "It was dug out."
We were blocked in the back, and it was dark when we looked inside, but we couldn't tell whether the corpse was a man or a woman, or what physical characteristics it was.
"How is it, male and female!" I asked.
Captain Zhou coughed and said, "Wu Meng, I can't see that!"
"Can't tell?" I was puzzled: "How can you not tell if it's a man or a woman?"
Captain Zhou was silent for a moment, then said: "Looking at the lack of leg hair, it must be a woman..."
Captain Zhou's words became more and more vague as he spoke, which made me, the monk of Zhang Er, confused and confused. I hurried to the circle, and finally understood what Captain Zhou meant. The body had indeed been dug out, but only one leg was dug out.
Sometimes life is like this. Whenever you are full of confidence and think that the result cannot escape the palm of your hand, life will slap you in the face with a more bizarre result. I did think that a person with nail polish is not necessarily a woman, but I also didn't think that there is only a leg under this foot, and there is no body.
I frowned, looked at the stump, and said slowly, "Look for it! Find out if there are any other parts around, spread them out and look for them!"
So I started digging left and right around.
Judging from this leg alone, it is hard to tell whether it is a man's or a woman's leg. After all, not all men have leg hair, and not all women have no leg hair. Judging from the truncated section of this leg, the layers of the wound are uneven, indicating that the murder weapon used by the murderer was not sharp.
From the thickness of this leg, it can be inferred that the figure of this man or woman is slender. The whole leg is estimated to be one meter long, and it is preliminarily inferred that the height of the deceased should not be too short.
I carefully grabbed this leg, which was already very stiff from the cold. I dare not use too much force. Everyone knows that the harder a thing is, the more fragile it is. If it accidentally fell on some kind of hard ground, it is estimated that this leg would fall to pieces.
Guan Zengbin brought a flashlight and carefully looked at the cross-section of the leg.
After watching it carefully for a while, Guan Zengbin said in a very serious tone: "Wu Meng, I am afraid that the case we encountered this time will not be simpler than the case encountered in Dongxing City."
As a powerful forensic doctor, Guan Zengbin's words like this prove that this case is definitely not as simple as we imagined.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
Guan Zengbin said: "Judging from the cross-section of the leg wound, there are traces of life before it was cut off. There are traces of a large amount of blood flowing out of the wound, the blood vessels are shriveled, and the muscles inside are in a state of contraction. In other words, it is easy to understand. In other words, the dead were alive at the time..."
Hearing Guan Zengbin's words, I inexplicably felt that the leg in my hand was heavy, and felt awkward as if I had eaten a fly.
What a cruel thing to do, and how much pain the victim had to go through before he died in torture.
What Guan Zengbin said was right. Compared with those big cases encountered in Dongxing City, this case was even worse.
In great pain, the victim finally died of excessive bleeding.
The murderer took the victim's leg to the side of the road, threw it away, and threw it in the snow.
Then, the murderer quickly left.
Snowflakes fluttered, covering the murderer's footprints.
"I can't find it!" Captain Zhou shouted from a distance: "It's too late now, even if there are other limbs, it's hard to find them. Otherwise, let's seal this place first, and look for it tomorrow. what?"
"Ok." I yelled too.
However, I am afraid that there are no other limbs here. Perhaps the murderer only left us with a leg.
"Close the team!" Captain Zhou shouted.
Everyone began to gather back, I looked at Gu Chen and Guan Zengbin, and said slowly: "If my guess is correct, this must not be the last time the murderer dismembers the body, he will do it again!"