Chapter 133: Suspicion! A mysterious email to Su Chen? "Stay back, everyone, stay back, don't come into the house!" The moment he saw this strange scene and corpse, Qin Ming immediately stretched out his arms to protect the entire door to prevent anyone from entering the destruction scene. Deputy Director Lu Ping led the police officers back while frowning and staring at the hanging corpse in the dim room. "What a ghost, this... is a kidnapper?!" The other police officers, even the veteran detectives who had experienced many tragic scenes, were a little uneasy. After so many years of handling cases, this was the first time I saw a kidnapper hanging at a kidnapping scene. No, from a common sense point of view, this could not be suicide, it could only be homicide. Otherwise, it would only mean that the deceased had some kind of mental illness. But then again, it is unlikely that a mentally ill person would plan and implement a kidnapping. "I am the trace inspector. Qin Ming and I will go in, and there will be a recorder on and off the field." As Wang Yanxing spoke, he had already changed his shoes, gloves and mask, and took out the collection bag and lens barrel, which he usually carries with him.
Hearing this, Qin Ming nodded in agreement. He looked at Deputy Director Lu Ping: "Bureau Lu, please ask the corpse truck from the Public Security Bureau to come over as soon as possible and let the people over there prepare an autopsy room." "Okay, I know, I will arrange it now..." Lu Ping had already turned on the contact phone and dialed the number of the person in charge of the public security department. The others were not idle either. Zhen Haolin and Gan Qi hurriedly took several rolls of blockade tape from the police car, pulled it in a circle at the door of the scene, pulled it in another circle around the entire bungalow, and then ran out of the house. This is a three-layer blockade measure. Front-line core personnel can enter the innermost layer, off-site assisting personnel can enter the second layer, and police officers who do not care about people and maintain order are outside the outermost layer. This kind of blocking method is generally only used in specific serious cases. The SWAT captain and others walked out of the scene, preparing to pick up the corpse truck and subsequent comrades. Inside the crime scene. Qin Ming, Wang Yanxing and their respective assistants walked in fully armed. As soon as Qin Ming entered the door, he went straight to the corpse. "Check the symptoms, no need to take the temperature first." He waved his hand, avoiding the thermostat handed over by his assistant, and instead directly reached out to the body. If an adult corpse like this is kept at room temperature of 16-18°C, the body temperature will drop by 1°C per hour within 10 hours after death, and thereafter by °C per hour until the body temperature is lower than the temperature at the scene. However, the murderer (whether it was suicide or homicide) seemed to be very cunning. He deliberately turned on the heating in the room very high, destroying the natural cooling rate. The method of using body temperature to estimate the time of death is not easy to use. "The joints are soft..." Qin Ming tried to move the limbs of the corpse. It was very easy, which made him stunned for a moment. Then he checked the lower abdomen and the far end of the upper abdomen of the corpse.
"The body spots have not yet formed, but there are already signs of blood accumulation. The formation location is a typical hanging type. The corpse's death time will not exceed an hour..." As he spoke, the assistant beside him took notes. This assistant was a student who had just graduated from the forensic medicine major. Qin Ming said while examining him, which was equivalent to giving him lessons and gaining experience. It was the first time for the assistant to record on-site, and his fingertips were trembling. He suppressed the physical urge to leave, and tried his best to gather his energy and recall the knowledge. The posture of the deceased determines where the blood accumulates. Qin Ming's conclusion shows that the deceased was hanged in a suspended position, commonly known as hanging, rather than being killed in other ways and disguised as hanging. This is very strange. The deceased was a middle-aged man with a large build. It is already very difficult to hang an object weighing more than 100 kilograms in this position, let alone a struggling adult man. If it was his murder, how did the murderer do it and how strong was he? ! After a series of inspections, Qin Ming came to a preliminary conclusion. "The time of death was between 20 and 50 minutes. He was hanged in a hanging position. No signs of poisoning were found, and there was no obvious trauma... Further autopsy is needed." At this time, Wang Yanxing also came over with someone. "Old Wang, how is the situation?" Qin Ming asked in a low voice. "It's a little weird." Wang Yanxing was unusually hesitant. "Old Qin, the doors and windows at the scene are all locked internally, and there are no traces of external force. Theoretically, no one can come in except the deceased." "That means this is a secret room, right?" Qin Ming realized what the other party meant and couldn't help but "tsk": "I checked the body. The circumstances of his death are consistent with hanging Zisha...at least this possibility cannot be ruled out." "But there are still doubts." Wang Yanxing said, pointing to one of the windows in the room: "Of the four windows in the whole room, only this window glass has been wiped and wiped very clean. It seems that the radiator under the window has just been repaired, and many parts are scattered on the ground." "certainly." Qin Ming nodded and looked at the corpse. In such a heated room, the corpse was wearing a thick red down jacket. "I also don't understand why the deceased was dressed like this, and if he hung himself voluntarily, why did he tie his hands with plastic ties?" Hearing this, Wang Yanxing thought for a moment: "If it is used to prevent oneself from struggling, perhaps it can be explained that this plastic cable tie can be tied by teeth." Seeing Wang Yanxing's confusion, Qin Ming continued to explain: "Experiments have shown that it is impossible for a hanged person to save himself. He will lose consciousness after ten seconds of hanging. During the period of consciousness, a hanged person can only touch his lips at most. No one can reach his hand to the top of his head. He does not need a cable tie at all."
Wang Yanxing still expressed doubt: "Not everyone knows this little knowledge you mentioned." Qin Ming pondered for a moment: "That's true." ······ At the same time. Su Chen had just finished putting on makeup and walked leisurely from the alley to the door of the Baijin City Public Security Bureau. "I don't know how the operation of the public security department is going." He thought silently. Although he bought a lot of time for the police, in the kidnapping matter, once the hostage stays in the hands of the kidnapper for one more second, the uncertainty increases. Some kidnappers are out to kill people. Even if rescue is carried out within half an hour, there are cases where hostages die. "Is it really the murderer of the Platinum case?" "······If the murderer of the Platinum case carried out the kidnapping, then the little girl should still have a chance of survival. The murderer of the Platinum case will not kill the hostage immediately in the later stage." "But he will... No matter how you think about it, it will not have a very good result." Just as Su Chen was walking and thinking with his head down. Suddenly, a group of people in black blocked his way. "Huh?!" Su Chen retreated vigilantly. The next second, he saw the "Chasing Murder Live" program logo on the group of people and was slightly startled. Why did the black-clad people of the program team look for him at this time? These guys have the assistance of the "Micro Sky Eye" technology developers. They have always been erratic and come here for no reason. Something must have happened at this moment. Just as he was guessing. The leading black-clad man took a step forward and handed out a mail. "Mr. Su Chen, someone asked us to give this to you." Su Chen glanced at the cover of the email calmly and found that it was not only stamped with the special express delivery stamp of Longguo. It also had the seal of the International Union, which was a transnational secret.