Chapter 7 Chapter VII

Martin Baker began to feel uneasy, and some thoughts came very vaguely and elusively. The situation was a bit like that when reading a book and falling asleep, he just stared at the book and forgot to turn the pages. He had to work hard to concentrate, to hold on to these fleeting thoughts. In addition to these invisible and intangible feelings, there is another hidden worry in his heart. It was a premonition of danger. He felt that something was going to happen, and he should stop it at all costs. The problem was, he didn't know what was going on, let alone how to prevent it. Martin Baker used to have similar feelings whenever he was idle for a long time. His colleagues often laughed at his situation and called it "gut feeling".

Police work is based on reality, routine investigations, patience and organizational analysis. Although many difficult cases are solved by chance, chance does not mean luck or accident.Criminal investigation is about weaving all kinds of coincidences into a dense network. The role of rules of thumb and tireless attitude in the detection process is far more important than inspiration and intuition. Excellent memory and rich common sense are also more important than cleverness. Intelligence is more valuable. Intuition is of little importance in actual policing. Intuition cannot even be called the basic condition, just like astrology and physiognomy, it cannot be regarded as science.

Although Martin Baker was very reluctant to admit it, he really had a strong intuition, and several times it was his intuition that led him to the right direction for handling cases. And some simple, practical, occasional things can also affect his mood. Like Lehn is an example. Martin Baker demanded a lot from the people he worked with, and it was all Kohlberg's fault. Martin Baker first served as a criminal police officer in Stockholm, and later transferred to the Criminal Department of the Police Department in Wasberga. For many years, Kolberg accompanied him all the way and was his most capable assistant.Colberg has always been a perfect fit with Martin Baker, who can make the best inferences, ask the most critical questions, and provide appropriate clues.

But Coleberg is not on duty at the moment, he should be sleeping at home, and Martin Baker can't find a valid reason to wake him up, this is against the regulations, and it is even more insulting to Lehn. Martin Baker expected Lehn to do more, or at least say that he also felt dangerous, and put forward some inferences or conjectures, so that Martin Baker could refute or trace. But Len said nothing. He just carried out his tasks calmly and efficiently. He is now responsible for the investigation work, and he has done everything that should be done responsibly. Outside the window, the park was surrounded by many ropes and horses. Several patrol cars drove over, their headlights hit the ground, and speckled white lights shot out from the police flashlights, swaying across the ground messily, like sand fleeing from intruders in panic. Crabs escaping in all directions on the sand.

Lehn has checked the bedside table and its contents one by one, but found nothing except general personal items and a few greeting letters written by healthy people to seriously ill patients.Personnel from the Fifth Branch searched several nearby rooms and wards, but found nothing. If Martin Baker wanted to know something special, he had to ask, and he had to ask in a clear and understandable way so that Lehn would not misunderstand. Anyway, it turns out that the two of them can't work together, which they figured out years ago and usually avoid the chance to work alone. Le En knew very well that Martin Baker didn't think highly of him, so he always felt inferior.Martin Baker knew that he was not congenial with the other party, so he was extremely silent.

Lehn took out his precious case-handling toolbox, collected a few fingerprints, and covered several pieces of evidence in the room and the outside ground with plastic sheets to prevent important details from being damaged by natural forces or man-made carelessness.Most of the physical evidence he collected were footprints. Martin Baker had a cold at this time of year, with stuffy nose, runny nose, and cough, and Lehn didn't respond to it.In fact, he didn't even say "Are you okay?" He doesn't know how to ask, obviously his mother didn't teach him well since he was a child, and he doesn't even know a word of greeting.Even if he thought about it, it was still stuffy in his stomach.

There was no tacit understanding between the two, and Martin Baker felt that he should break the silence. "Don't you think the whole ward looks a bit old-fashioned?" he asked. "Yes." Le En said, "Tomorrow this place will be emptied for refurbishment or converted to other uses, and the patients will be moved to the new ward in the central building." When Martin Baker heard this, he immediately had a new idea. "I was wondering what weapon the killer used," he murmured after a while, "maybe a machete or a katana." "None," said Lehn, who had just entered the room. "We found the murder weapon, twelve feet from the window."

The two went outside to check together. Under the icy white light circle, a sharp bayonet lay impressively. "It's a bayonet," said Martin Baker. "Well, yes, for the carbine." The .45 caliber carbine is a common military weapon, mostly used by artillery and cavalry.Martin Baker had one in his military service, and it's probably not used in the military anymore. The bayonet was covered with blood clots. "Is there a way to get fingerprints from the gutter?" Lehn shrugged. This man really can't get a boring fart with three punches, and he has to force him to say every word.

"Are you going to leave the knife there to wait for the blood to dry?" "Yeah," Lehn said, "it seems like a good idea." "I want to talk to Nieman's family as soon as possible. Do you think it's okay to disturb his wife so late?" "It shouldn't matter." Le En said uncertainly. "We've got to get to work on something. Do you want to go with me?" Lean murmured something. "What did you say?" Martin Baker asked, blowing his nose. "Got to get a photographer," Lehn said. "Yeah, that's right."

But his tone seemed flat and he didn't care at all.