The cold wind howled, and I held a one-meter-long leg in my hand, and a chill came over my heart. It was a biting cold, numb from the scalp to the soles of the feet, a cold colder than the weather, and it hit the heart.
Captain Zhou came to my side, and I could see the steam coming out of his mouth: "Wu Meng, do you want to go back now?"
I looked at the leg I was holding in my hand, and said slowly, "Go back and see if you can find any useful clues from this leg."
When the team went back, Captain Zhou was no longer in the mood to joke with us. This kind of thing happened, no matter how optimistic a person is, I am afraid there is no way to be optimistic. Thinking of this, I didn't say much. The two cars drove slowly in the cold wind...
In a dilapidated dissection room.
This dissecting room seemed to have not been used for many years. In Captain Zhou's words, this place was just a decoration. Because there has been no homicide in Yumu City for a long time, and for those who died accidentally, the autopsy was also carried out in the hospital, and it was hardly used here.
And there is no heating inside, it is so cold that people stomp their feet.
Guan Zengbin looked at the dilapidated conditions and was a little helpless, but he also said: "Although the conditions are a bit difficult, it can still be carried out. It's just that the leg is as frozen as frozen ham now, and there is no way to conduct an autopsy. At least we can We'll have to wait for the leg to thaw before we can do an autopsy on it."
"There is no quick thawing condition here." Captain Zhou scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then what should we do?"
"How about?" I said, "Wait in the house?"
Then, you will see a magical scene. Four people sat around a table, and on the table was a leg. Of course, this is not a pig or a cow's leg, but a human's, from leg to foot.
There is heating in the room, and you can see that the transparent ice cubes that were frozen outside are slowly melting, forming droplets of water that drip down from the height to the ground along the toes. After a while, a small pool of water formed on the table and on the ground.
We are like gluttons sitting around the table, and we look like extremely hungry diners, staring at this slender leg.
And this leg lived up to expectations and began to thaw at a visible speed. After about half an hour, the whole leg was completely thawed. The thawed legs lose their previous firmness and look wrinkled. Captain Zhou found a towel and wanted to wipe off the remaining ice residue and water stains.
Guan Zengbin reached out his hand to stop Captain Zhou from moving, and said, "Don't, this thick towel is easy to lose hair, and it is very likely to wipe off many traces left by the murderer. The friction may cause scratches on the freshly thawed skin..."
After Captain Zhou heard it, he was obviously in awe, his eyes lit up and said: "It's amazing, it's really amazing! I have really benefited a lot from these short hours. Sometimes I have to say, from the big Those who come out of the place are powerful. My admiration for you is like a torrential river, and it is like the Yellow River flooding out of control... "
"It's done!" Guan Zengbin lifted the leg and said excitedly, "The autopsy can be done now, let's see if we can find anything."
A few of us came to the simple dissection room, and the environment inside was really unbearable. It was so cold that it was unbearable. As soon as he spoke, he could see a large amount of white gas coming out of his mouth. However, Guan Zengbin wanted to dissect the leg in this environment. In order not to affect the operation, she only wore gloves, which could not block the cold at all.
Guan Zengbin cut the knife quickly and accurately, using the contents of the special box issued to her.
Captain Zhou was dumbfounded watching from the sidelines: "Is the technology so advanced now?"
Finally, Guan Zengbin got what he wanted. Captain Zhou quickly brought a hot water bottle from the house and asked Guan Zengbin to hold it in his hand. Guan Zengbin took off her gloves, and I could see that her hands were red from the cold. While hugging the warm water bag, she breathed heat: "No fingerprints were found. The murderer may have worn gloves, or it may have been washed away with the snow. Judging from the condition of this leg, it was cut off six months later. It's nine hours."
"In other words." Guan Zengbin continued: "When we arrived at the scene, this leg should have been cut off for about one to three hours. The time is too precise in the method. If other parts can be found, it may be possible to compare and analyze."
I nodded, having an approximate time would give us some direction.
Captain Zhou looked at Guan Zengbin, and said with some embarrassment: "Hurry up and go back to the house to warm up. The conditions here are really unappealing."
Guan Zengbin waved his hand, and then threw the hot water bottle into my arms. I reached out to pick it up, and the hot water bag was not very hot anymore. I looked out through the leaky window, and the fluttering light snow began to fall again. It seems that this year's cold snap is really strong.
"I'll show you something." After a while, Guan Zengbin picked up a short brown hair with tweezers. It seems that it is much harder than human hair, and I don't know what it is.
Gu Chen asked, "What is this?"
Guan Zengbin shook his head and put it into the evidence bag: "I don't know, there is no way to test it here. If you want to know what it is, I'm afraid you have to send it to a place with conditions."
Captain Zhou was a little embarrassed and said, "Okay, I'll send someone to send the things for inspection now, let's go back, it's too cold."
Everyone nodded and left from the autopsy room.
Opening the door, a gust of cold air rushed in, almost pushing us in. The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the surrounding area is pitch black. I have never seen such a scene before. Back in the heated room finally made us feel the power of human beings.
Guan Zengbin put her hands on the heater and kept absorbing the heat. She said: "This is the first time I have seen such a cold winter. In summer, my life is given by the air conditioner. In winter, my life is given by the heater."
Guan Zengbin's words reminded me of this murderer hiding in the dark, isn't this person afraid of the cold? We were wearing thick clothes, but we could still feel the biting cold, and the northwest wind was blowing into the clothes. So who is this person who dumped his body in broad daylight
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I suddenly thought of what Wu Zui told me, if I have talent and don't use it, then I'm just an ordinary person. But if I want to profile, I am afraid of going too deep into the play. Sitting on the sofa, looking at the ice flowers on the glass, I was thinking about whether I should do a profile.
"Then what should we do next?" Captain Zhou looked at us and said.
I gritted my teeth and decided to profile.
I closed my eyes and imagined if I were a murderer, why would I kill, how would I throw the body, and what was my motive.
Scenes slowly emerged in my mind, and I slowly said: "I am a murderer. I am between 1.8 and 1.9 meters tall. I am thick and strong. I have a big belly. I wear black or blue overalls and I pull up my pants above my navel. I wear boots and I wear leather gloves."
I felt a slight pain in my head, but I continued: "I am wearing a fleece, and I am holding a machete in my hand. This is a machete with a length of sixty to seventy centimeters. There are too many bones, so the blade is a bit curled, and it is not very sharp. This machete is full of blood stains, which has already changed the color of the blade, and a strong bloody smell is coming from the knife."
The headache was getting worse and worse, and the murderer seemed to be coming out: "My hands are full of calluses, and there is a scarf around my stomach. The scarf was originally white, but now it has become black and red. Every time After using the knife, I just wiped the knife on the scarf... "
"I have a small world of my own." I resisted the severe pain and said quickly: "No one knows this place, this place has no electricity, no water..."
"I'm a butcher!" I yelled suddenly.
Suddenly, I felt my head buzzing, and my mind went blank. I feel like I can't hear anything, I can't see anything. I stood in nothingness with no one around.
"Wu Meng! Wu Meng!"
An ethereal voice came over and gradually became louder. I seemed to slowly feel the surrounding situation, the light, the temperature, and a hand on my shoulder shaking me non-stop.
Guan Zengbin's voice came from next to his ear: "Wu Meng, Wu Meng!"
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw that everyone was looking at me. I touched my forehead with my hand, and it was full of beads of sweat. I was panting heavily, as if I had just finished a marathon. I feel my mouth is parched and my head is still throbbing.
Captain Zhou looked at me and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
Guan Zengbin asked with some concern: "Are you okay?"
I rubbed my temples with my hands, cleared my throat, and said, "I'm fine, but I can only think of this at the moment. If I can get more clues, the image of the murderer should be more three-dimensional. Now I also have no way to determine the murderer's motive for killing, or determine the murderer's criteria for choosing victims."
Guan Zengbin took a towel from Captain Zhou and reached out to wipe my sweat.
"Here, isn't this the towel that was going to wipe the water stains..." My heart was warm at first, but after seeing the appearance of the towel, I couldn't help complaining.
Captain Zhou waved his hand: "Isn't it because I didn't wipe it later, but Brother Wu Meng, your move just now was really too powerful. Now close your eyes, and then you can find out the characteristics of the murderer. I believe The appearance you described is similar to the real face of the murderer, but can you teach me afterward... "
"Okay, if you want to learn." I said with a smile.
It's just that what Captain Zhou doesn't understand is that there is no way to teach this kind of thing. I can't help but think that the person who put forward this theory of profiling was a psychiatrist who has studied mental illness for almost a lifetime, and the person who can thoroughly use this theory of profiling must be a psychopath...