C2 Butcher

I squatted on the floor and picked up the scattered autopsy reports, glancing sideways at the butcher sitting in his chair. Ten minutes ago he'd tossed a few of my all-night autopsy reports on my face in a rage, and I still didn't dare to breathe. I didn't believe anyone in the Bureau would dare to speak in the heat of the butcher's rage.

The butcher's real name was Jiang Shan, the police chief, he was a righteous person and did not speak a word. It was as if he owed everyone money after coming to the police station for half a year and had never seen him smile before.

The origin of this name had nothing to do with his personality. It came from his experience, from the counterattack of 79 years ago, when Jiang Shan was still the Company Commander of the scouts. In the battle at Old Mountain, Jiang Shan's company had been ordered to sneak around to the back of the enemy lines, and had been blocked on a nameless high ground.

Jiang Shan rushed forward, his sharp bayonet unable to fill in the bloodthirsty hostility. Holding the kitchen knife that sacrificed the chef, he chopped down every Yue Yang who charged forward. It was no longer a simple action of killing the enemy, but rather, like a butcher slaughtering an animal. The Vietnamese army that had fallen in front of him had been sliced into pieces by his blade, into chunks of jagged pieces of meat.

He stood on the field like a butcher who had come out from a slaughterhouse, his entire body covered in blood only allowing him to see a pair of bloodshot eyes. The kitchen knife in his hand was filled with mincemeat and bone dregs, it was said that he had used this kitchen knife to cook dinner that night, the rabbit on the ground that had been blown to death had its skin peeled and was thrown into a steel helmet to be stewed. There was a layer of meat foam on the face, and it was unknown whether it was rabbit meat or human flesh.

When I stood up, I found Yun Duruo looking at me from the side, looking somewhat gloating. The Criminal Police Headquarters were all controlled by a group of men, all of them were proficient fighters with exceptional skills, one could imagine how capable they were of being the head of this group of people. Yet, they were forcefully tamed by a girl as a team of men, Yue Shan holding onto the health care's Little Red Flag, and the Smokeless Office sign outside the gates of the Criminal Police Headquarters had already become the biggest joke in the department.

However, all of these things did not affect Yun Duruo's reputation in the office nor her impression in front of the butcher. After all, a policeman who was proficient in fighting techniques, was an extremely intelligent firearms, and was good at reasoning and reorganizing cases was an indispensable part of the Criminal Police Headquarters, not to mention that under her leadership, she had broken through too many bizarre cases.

But I was always the one in the wrong line, and on my very first day I stood in front of the Smokeless Office sign outside the Sheriff's Department, smiling foolishly. She stood behind me with a straight face, waiting for me to finish laughing before I looked back and saw her.

"You were the first to arrive at the scene of the crime. You know the situation best, so tell me everything from the beginning." Jiang Shan took out a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, he looked up at Yun Duruo and asked seriously.

"We are at 9: 30 in the evening, in the basement of Taoboreal Hall, we found the victim, Zhang Songlin, was a male, fifty-seven years old, unmarried, had managed a shop called Taoboreal Hall, which was mainly engaged in the sale of religious items, in reality, most of them were for people doing dojos, selling talismans and taking divination, etc. There were a lot of people coming and going, Zhang Songlin claimed to be a disciple of a Taoist school, but according to our investigations, he was not, but he was probably a swindler who used Daoists and swindlers to get rich." Yun Duruo replied smoothly.

"I'm not listening to this. Tell me what you saw at the scene of the murder." the butcher asked, fidgeting with the papers on the table.

Yun Duruo rolled her eyes at me as she continued to look at me. I didn't understand what she meant for a long time as I looked at her blankly, until she spoke in a low voice.

"A bit discerning, the lighter on the floor."

I then saw that when the butcher was enraged, he touched the lighter on the floor and quickly picked it up to light it up. He then looked up at me and wanted to say something, but swallowed his words back, probably showing dissatisfaction towards me. He snatched the lighter from my hand and impatiently nodded towards Yun Duruo.

"Continue."

"The crime scene is very hidden. It's in the basement on the first floor. The entrance is hidden under the incense burner. When we went there, the basement was covered in blood. There are three words written on the wall, large and small. I deserve to die!" Yun Duruo said without thinking. The dead were kneeling on the ground, their eyelids had been cut off, their eyes had been inserted into the slender glass, there were lacerations on their abdomen, organs were intact, the large intestine had been dragged out of the abdominal cavity to bind their feet, the dead were hugging their knees, an iron spike on their left and right pierced through the back of their hands, through their knees and into their chests, and out through their back and shoulder blades. "Oh, and the tongue in the dead man's mouth broke."

The butcher was silent for a long time. Finally, he looked at me and asked coldly.

"You are a forensic doctor, now tell me how this Zhang Songlin died?"

"According to the post-mortem examination, the deceased suffered from multiple wounds, injuries to the hypoglossal nerve, ruptured thoracic organs, and..."

"I don't understand what you're saying. Just say it directly. What was the cause of death?" The butcher's voice cut me off.

"Hemorrhagic shock!"

"You have examined Zhang Songlin's corpse. From his wounds, how many people do you think are the culprits?" the butcher asked gravely, lighting the cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

I paused for a moment and rubbed my hand over the autopsy report I had just picked up. I wriggled my Adam's apple for a long time before answering.

"No …." "There is no murderer!"

"No murderer?!" Yun Duruo who was at the side immediately looked at me and asked in surprise. Such a big case, you were also present at the scene at that time. If there was no murderer, could it be that Zhang Songlin had made himself into such a state … You? Do you mean that Zhang Songlin committed suicide?! "

I rubbed my forehead and ignored Yun Duruo. This was the reason why the butcher threw the autopsy report on my face at me in such a flustered and exasperated state.

The deceased committed suicide!

"You're an expert at autopsy, are you still insisting that Zhang Songlin committed suicide?" the butcher asked coldly as he took a deep breath of smoke.

I nodded silently. In my profession, I have every reason to believe and agree with my judgment, but neither of the men in front of me seemed to think so.

"Before I sat here, I did criminal investigations as well. I haven't touched one for many years, and I've still got some work to do. Today, I'll do it with you." "The butcher flicked a glance at me, stood up and walked a few steps back and forth in the room before stopping beside me." According to your conclusion, Zhang Songlin committed suicide, so I will not ask about your professional basis. All you need to do now is to answer whether I am or not. "

I nodded without a word.

"Zhang Songlin first cut off his own eyes, then wrote on the wall while his hands were stained with blood …"

"It's not that I need to cut off the blood flowing from my eyelids, the blood on the wall requires a large amount of blood. Zhang Songlin cut off his tongue first, there are a lot of large blood vessels there, and the test results confirm that the blood on the wall originated from the wound on Zhang Songlin's tongue." I timidly interrupted the butcher and said in a low voice, " "These autopsy reports all say..."

Zhang Songlin cut off his own tongue, then wrote something on the wall. He then cut open his own abdomen, and pulled out his large intestine to bind his legs. After cutting off his own eyelids, he inserted it into the glass. "The butcher looked up at me after he had finished, and asked after looking at me in silence for a long time." Is that what your autopsy report is trying to tell me? "

In reality, the results of the autopsy had also puzzled me for a long time, but that was indeed the case. I had looked through Zhang Songlin's previous medical records, and had not found any history of mental illness, but as a normal person, under the mental and physical condition, not a single injury on Zhang Songlin's body could be done by anyone.

I did not let the Butcher's doubts continue. I raised my head and told him confidently.

First, Zhang Songlin's corpse spot is dark red, which is located in the unaffected area of the head, chest, back, waist, sacrum and lower limbs. The finger pressure is not faded, so it can be seen that the corpse has not been moved, and it is the first crime scene in the basement.

Second, the deceased Zhang Songlin's eyelids were cut open, the cut surface was irregular, and there were many jagged wounds on the wound, which then revealed that the tongue wound had the same characteristics, the cut should be an unsharpened object, and during the autopsy, I extracted fragments of glass from the eyelid and the base of the tongue, and after checking, I inserted the 13cm long glass into Zhang Songlin's right eye to match the eye and the cut on the tongue, thus we can push that down into the object that caused the two wounds, and then appraise Zhang Songlin's fingerprint from the glass.

"Fingerprints can only be used as a reference, or the murderer might have worn protective gloves or erased the fingerprints while committing the murder, the possibility of Zhang Songlin committing suicide cannot be excluded." Yun Duruo calmly replied.

Without even thinking about it, I stared straight at the butcher, then suddenly raised two fingers and stabbed them into Yun Duruo who was beside me. Yun Duruo never thought that I would do such a thing, she instinctively retreated and stared at me in panic.

"What are you doing?"

"I've thought about it before, but there's one thing I can't fake. It's human instincts." "I ignored Yun Duruo and continued talking to the butcher in all seriousness. If someone had coerced Zhang Songlin to do this, he would have instinctively dodged when the 13 centimeter glass was inserted into his eyes. Even if someone had restricted him, Zhang Songlin's struggles would have changed the way the blood had spilled, but I didn't find any traces of it at the scene. Furthermore, I didn't find any central nervous system control drugs on Zhang Songlin's autopsy, which means that Zhang Songlin was completely awake at that time. "

The butcher took a deep drag of his cigarette, frowned, and took a few more steps back and forth. His voice began to soften.

"Go on."

"Afterwards, it was the third point, and everyone had their own habits. If someone committed murder and used the glass in his right hand to cut off Zhang Songlin's eyelids and tongue before inserting his right hand into the wound, the irregular cross section should be from left to right. However, Zhang Songlin's wound is the exact opposite.

"The culprit might have used his left hand to commit murder, or it might have been to mislead the police. Knowing that Zhang Songlin is left-handed, he deliberately used his left hand." Yun Duruo should still be in shock from what happened, as she angrily interrupted.

"What Cloud said is not unreasonable. How do you explain that?" the butcher asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's possible, but I found a wound on Zhang Songlin's left hand. The wound matches the thirteen centimeters of glass and I can tell the extent of the wound, which happens to be the power needed to cut open his eyelids and tongue." I looked at the butcher and Yun Duruo as I calmly replied. Moreover, the depth of the wound on his palm is just right for it. If someone were to grab onto Zhang Songlin's hand and commit murder, I believe that Zhang Songlin would resist, and the power of the injury on his hand would be even greater. The wound would also be very deep, so I definitely have reason to believe that it was caused by Zhang Songlin himself. "