Tiger Eye Detective-Cabin Fever

Untitled Part 5 - On-site case

Lei stop leaned down and carefully picked up from the body of the deceased a more than thirty centimeters of cotton rope with obvious burn marks, carefully examined both ends of the break, and came to the front of the nose and smelled: "There is a faint acidic wet smell, it should be human saliva. Into a plastic bag to the side of the police officer.

"The cause of death of the deceased was a massive loss of blood caused by a blade tied to the side of his neck which cut an artery. The deceased was blindfolded during his life, but he would have been aware of the presence of the fatal sharp object attached to his neck, and it is not known why he moved his neck forward to cause the blade to cut the artery, in spite of his life. The murderer did not want him to remain blindfolded, and used this piece of cotton cord to pass through the blindfold and shove the two ends of the cord into the deceased's mouth, so that he could tear off the blindfold after a time. Why?" Ray stopped frowning and subconsciously biting down on the cigar in his mouth, "See if there is the same wire and cotton rope in the room that was on the body, and if there are any tools like pliers." The officer responded by searching around.

"There are no signs of writhing and fighting on the body, except for a wound on the neck and a rectangular blunt force injury on the back of the head; the time of death is deduced to be an hour and a half ago by the intensity of the stiffness of the corpse, and the clothes are neat, well-fitting, and have no special markings." Lao Lu crouched on the ground, sideways head to Lei stop said.

"Underage victim found in the kitchen."

"No cotton rope, wire, or pliers were found that were identical to those found on the first victim."

Lei stopped nodding, noncommittal, inspected the back of the dead man's head, sent Lao Lu to the kitchen to examine the other dead man's body, and began to bend over himself, searching the ground inch by inch.

Except for the officers who continued to take pictures and search for fingerprints on the furniture and utensils, most of the officers retreated far away from the door of the room and quietly watched Lei stop searching with his bowed body.

A few minutes later, the medical examiner Lao Lu came out from the kitchen: "The second victim is confirmed dead, there is also a rectangular blunt force trauma at the back of the head, the time of death is initially determined to be between one hour and fifty minutes or two hours, the victim's mouth and eyes are sealed, he is tied to an exposed radiator with a wire, there are no obvious traumatic injuries, his face is purplish blue, his teeth are tightly closed, and he has traces of urinary incontinence. traces, initially determined to be death by severe carbon monoxide poisoning."

Stopping his search, Lei stopped squatting in place, rubbing his fingers against his chin, which is full of short, prickly whiskers, and pondering for a long time, he waved his hand to Lao Lu, sniffled out of habit, and began to continue his search.

His movements had changed from the previous lethargy to an unusual briskness, like a hound searching for tasty food, his face as gloomy as water, only a pair of eyes radiating a gleaming light, inspecting meticulously on the ground piled up with pieces of china, pieces of paper with burn marks, and a large number of shards of glass, and sparing not a single suspicious item.

"Ha," it wasn't long before Lei stopped and carefully picked up a burnt candle in the broken glass in the corner of the wall, his mouth exclaiming excitedly as if he had picked up a gold bar.

After putting the candle into a plastic bag and continuing his search, it didn't take long to find another paper cup that had been crushed and deflated near the side of the wall, and after looking at it for a long time with a magnifying glass, he walked over to the dvd player and looked at it again, and even got down on the floor that was full of glass in order to see it a bit more clearly, and collected a lot of things that looked like grey soil with an envelope, and then went around to the kitchen and a couple of other rooms. After a half-hearted look at the tilted tabletop, and a trip to the wall to the right of the room's door, where he carefully studied the charred doorbell, he slowly crouched down, leaned his upper body crookedly against the wall, and muttered to himself in an unusually calm manner, "Fuckin' hell of an opponent it's been a long time!" There was a rare hint of excitement in his voice.