Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Calls like this are called "Midnight Ring" in our industry. "Midnight Bell" often occurs in the second half of the night, when everyone is already fast asleep.The usually beautiful mobile phone ringtone always seems so sad and sad at that moment, for fear that we will not wake up, we often turn on the vibration function of the mobile phone at the same time, and at this time the vibration of the mobile phone always makes the whole bedside buzz. We were all terrified to hear such a ringtone.As medical examiners, we certainly know what the ringing means - another life swallowed by darkness.

And every forensic doctor, in his life, how many times will he suddenly realize that the midnight ringing ringing in his ears just now is just a dream? That night, when I was awakened again by the midnight bell and dressed almost like a conditioned reflex, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't handled a case for a long time. Something big must have happened.The sudden rush of adrenaline made my heart beat faster. Sure enough, another corpse case appeared.When we were devastated by the nude death of a nurse, the murderer did not stop his murderous actions.Body parts were found by a coach driver working on a memory problem on the side of the road.

At the age of more than 40 years, more than 20 years of car age, the years of knife-like years have engraved on his face the experience of traveling all over the world. He will never be a timid person.But at this moment, leaning against the hood of the police car that arrived first, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, his fingers clearly trembling when identifying the scene. Following the direction of his finger, I have already seen several large pieces of corpses, which were casually discarded on the slope by the roadside.The bleak wind and rain in late autumn lifted a corner of the black plastic bag, and I could already see the color of human skin.

But getting them up is not that simple. The autumn wind howled and whimpered wildly in the boundless night and the silent field, as if accusing the sins of this world. The night rain made the weeds and shrubs beside the steep roadbed so slippery that it was difficult to stand on them. I mentally figured out which weeds and shrubs I could use to grab my hands on, so I could climb and walk. On this occasion, even if it's just out of masculinity's pride, I would never let Xiao Rui take such a risk, not to mention there is a swift river under the roadbed. I found the steel cable for the trailer, and fortunately, this thing happened to be in the police car today.The buckles at both ends seem to be prepared for me. I buckle one end of it on the guardrail of the road, and the other end tightly buckles my waist.

On such occasions, Xiao Rui always showed a female-specific nervousness. She walked over, unknowingly opened the buckle easily by some means, and then yelled and refused to let me go downhill using this as an excuse. "It's fate, I can't die!" I pretended to be easy and jumped down. For a distance of less than 10 meters, I walked with my hands and feet, no, it should be said that I climbed for several minutes.What's even worse is that the body parts are too heavy and too big, and I can't finish them all at once.When I climbed up from the roadside embankment for the second time, my underwear was already soaked, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat.

I faintly saw something shining in the corner of Xiao Rui's eyes. "Young mother-in-law, work quickly!" I shouted at Xiaorui pretending to be majestic.Xiao Rui lowered her head and brought the toolbox silently. The long-lost dissection box.In the night rain, under the illumination of a strong flashlight, the familiar anatomy box shone with a unique luster of metal.My eyes were gradually blurred in the capable silver, as if I was looking at my long-lost lover. When I was most wronged, I knocked out my teeth and swallowed blood.But tonight, seeing the long-lost dissection box, I couldn't hold back the tears that slipped down quietly.

Time for me to give it a good scrub.It has experienced too much wind and rain like this tonight. Scattered body parts were gradually discovered, and piles were placed on the dissecting table.I used skilled movements to conceal the slight trembling of my muscles. I couldn't contain the anger inside me.It has gone beyond what my nerves can bear. It was him, it must be him.The same method of skinning, the same skilled and precise dissection, and the same death by suffocation, they tell me without a doubt that the devil has reappeared. The deceased was a woman.The woman was suddenly strangled by the right hand stretched out in the dark. That hand was slender and powerful. The strong thumb left a lonely mark on the right side of the neck of the deceased, while the remaining four fingers left a mark on the left side of the neck. Scattered and numerous armor seals.Not for a moment.The evil hand continued to move forward, and the blood vessels in the skin burst under the pressure, leaving a bruise in the same shape as the murderer's finger.

The pressure continued to slowly advance.The blood vessels buried deep under the neck muscles couldn't bear such a heavy pressure, and they burst suddenly, leaving a large area of ​​bleeding between the muscles.The greater horn of the hyoid bone (a slender bone in the neck) also creaked under the gradually increasing pressure, and finally broke suddenly. The blunt and round broken end was deeply brought into the muscle group by the strong elasticity of the tough bone.Even the extremely elastic tracheal cartilage was significantly broken.The broken end punctured the trachea, and the resulting blood flowed down the inner surface and accumulated in the lungs.

Withstanding such enormous violence, the deceased's head should have been supported by a hard object. The subcutaneous bleeding caused by the violent impact of the hard object on the back of the woman's occiput confirmed my guess.I seemed to hear the loud bang of the impact. Clearly the murderer did not choose a quicker death for his prey.A long and painful death by suffocation seemed to suit him well.The woman whose neck was suddenly strangled was undoubtedly clear at first, because there was still some oxygen in her body to support her for a while.The unexpected violence made her fear and panic, and she should be waving her hands and feet involuntarily at this moment.

Usually this kind of action will bring us information about the murderer. If her hands can catch a little dander of the murderer, it will be of great benefit to us in solving the case.But the woman was so alarmed, her hands were apparently waving aimlessly, that my inspection of her nails disappointed me. A woman's instinctive struggle will intensify the consumption of oxygen.About a minute later, she gradually felt the lack of oxygen, and her hands and feet gradually drooped weakly. Only the respiratory muscles in her whole body were still working desperately, trying to breathe the last breath of fresh air in the world.

This process will take several minutes.The murderer does not seem to be eager to let death appear, but slowly appreciates the disappearance of life.When he had had enough fun, he suddenly increased his strength, completely stopping the woman's futile struggle.The depletion of oxygen caused the dead body to twitch for the last time, and the luster of life finally slowly disappeared in her eyes. At this time, women have entered the so-called "fake death period", that is to say, people are not completely dead at this time. If they are rescued in time, women can escape death by a narrow margin. But the murderer obviously didn't give the woman a chance to live.The life reaction of the stumps told me that the murderer had already begun to dismember the body at this time. I don't know who he is, but I know what he did and how he did it. He is like an evil black cat in the dark night, waiting for the prey to appear.But when the prey was in hand, he seemed in no hurry to achieve his goal. Instead, he enjoyed the panic of the captured with relish, as if enjoying a most elegant opera.The most brilliant soprano appeared in the opera prematurely, which is undoubtedly inappropriate and even unsightly, so he chose to reward his prey with a painful death after playing enough. Before the prey was completely dead, he began to decompose it gracefully and precisely.At that moment, he thought he was a god, a god who could dominate the lives of others. Except for a face, he scattered the corpses of his prey casually.That face undoubtedly meant something to him, but what it meant was beyond me.When committing the crime, the murderer probably thought that he was a king who would never make mistakes, a ghost who could hide at any time, and he provoked us wantonly. The murderer's fuzzy face laughed triumphantly in front of me.I clenched my teeth, my scalp tightened and my hair stood on end. No, I must not let this devil continue to run free, I want to talk to Old Zheng. When he approached Lao Zheng's office, his day and night daylight lamp was still faithfully on.The old wooden door was slightly ajar, and his violent cough could be heard from a distance. Lao Zheng's room is filled with smoke, and his hobby is exposed by a giant ashtray made from a KFC take-out bucket, where the cigarette butts are piled up to the edge of the bucket. It's time to find a chance to persuade Old Zheng.I smoke too, but not as much as he does. Formalin and toluene, which he is exposed to daily in forensic work, are clear carcinogens. In addition to his invincible smoking method like a big smokestack, he must have a whole lung cancer. He is not smoking here, he is clearly smoking his life. After waiting for 3 minutes, Lao Zheng still couldn't stop coughing.I just wanted to say something, but he picked up a glass of cold water and drank it down, as if he wanted to swallow his cough. The cold water started to work, and the cough was just right. Before I could open my mouth, Old Zheng gasped and said, "I knew you would come. For the corpse case, right?" I didn't speak, just nodded with a smile. "Such a brutal case has been rare in our city since the founding of the People's Republic of China." Lao Zheng's face suddenly became very serious, and his cough disappeared without a trace. "I mean, corpse dismemberment cases are all cruel, but there are really not many such cruel ones." Old Zheng added. I know.I said in my heart.The vast majority of murderers chose to dismember the corpse for the convenience of hiding the corpse, and this case obviously exceeded the necessity of hiding the corpse. "What do you think?" Lao Zheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was talking to me, or asking himself. "The murderer is very familiar with anatomy. I think he brought his professional habits and professional skills into the crime." This is the biggest flaw I have found so far. "En." Old Zheng continued without even nodding his head, "Such a detailed dissection, even if he is proficient, it will take 2 hours." "After several hours of dissection, the criminal proceeded in an orderly manner without a trace of nervousness or panic. This in itself explains a lot." Old Zheng paused, coughed twice and continued, "First, he has A hidden and safe place to dismember the body." Statistics show that more than 60% of the dismemberment sites are in their own toilets.I thought to myself, at least this guy has a suite, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had a villa to his name. "Secondly, the criminal is still so calm and methodical when he strikes again. I'm afraid it's not just his mental quality that can explain it." Before he could finish speaking, Old Zheng suddenly coughed violently again. I silently brought a glass of cold water from the water dispenser and handed it to him.Old Zheng drank two sips of cold water, and his cough seemed to ease a lot. He stroked his chest, and continued: "He simply lacks a sense of guilt." When the technical term "deficiency of guilt" was mentioned, Lao Zheng's brows furrowed into a ball. I was also taken aback.Douglas (fbi famous criminal psychologist) mentioned this term.Most murderers commit homicides only on impulse or by mistake. Even if there are a few people who kill intentionally, they will be nervous and afraid when committing crimes, and sooner or later they will show remorse. (Deliberate and deliberate are not the same concept in law. Deliberately emphasizes premeditation, and deliberate is just a legal term opposite to negligence. Most impulsiveness will be judged as deliberate in law.) Murderers who show remorse earlier generally have Surrender, whether they are out of sincere and strong remorse or out of fear of punishment.But since they are willing to surrender, it also means that their subjective "evil" is relatively small, and the criminal law will generally deal with them leniently. For example, for the same crime, if the statutory penalty is three to five years, they will be sentenced to less than three years. Still others show remorse when faced with handcuffs or a high wall.As for those few diehards who are facing the execution gun and still shouting "another hero after twenty years", I can only say that whether he repents or not has no meaning to the world.However, studies have shown that most of this small group of people are also pretending to be calm, and they also have strong regrets caused by fear of death deep in their hearts. Only a very small number of criminals will show the so-called lack of guilt.They don't have the fear, fear, guilt, regret and other emotions that they should have when committing crimes. Instead, they have a perverted strong pleasure when committing crimes or killing people. They may even commit crimes repeatedly in pursuit of pleasure.This is a common psychological trait of serial murderers. At this moment I think of many serial murders.Some famous serial murders remain unsolved mysteries to this day.In some cases that have been solved, because the perpetrator and the victim have no social relationship, they just choose the victim arbitrarily according to their own "hobbies". When the murderer was caught, they had already committed dozens or even hundreds of crimes. If we don't catch the murderer soon, there will be another victim.A thorn in my back made me stand up almost immediately. Lao Zheng waved his hand and asked me to continue sitting down.He lit another cigarette and asked, "What do you think about skinning?" "Skinning off the face of the deceased must have some special meaning for the murderer, but I can't figure out why, I have never seen such a thing." Facing Uncle Zheng, I dare not be sloppy, I can only honestly say Reply. "Maybe the murderer wants to preserve his face out of some perverted mentality, maybe it's just to vent some emotion or complex, or maybe it's just to increase the difficulty for us to solve the case." There was that heavy brow between Lao Zheng's eyebrows again. The word "Chuan". "It's difficult, it's really difficult. There are only two victims now, and we can't be sure that the murderer only targeted women." The old man leaned back on the chair solemnly. I am not sure whether the "difficulty" that Lao Zheng lamented refers to the difficulty of this case or the difficulty of forensic medicine. Maybe it means both.I walked out of Lao Zheng's office silently, but my thoughts never stopped. In general cases, what we need is to infer the murderer's tangible and qualitative behavior from various tangible and qualitative evidence such as the scene and the corpse. This is already difficult enough, because no one can turn back time It is shown in front of us like a movie, we can only rely on our own care and wisdom to restore the splicing scene a little bit, and defeat the biggest enemy of time; in contrast, the detection of serial murders is more difficult: we need to learn from various The evidence infers what a murderer who may be far away is thinking and what he will do next.People's hearts are the most unpredictable, let alone a stranger, even those who have been intimate with us, we often can't guess what they are thinking! As a forensic doctor, professional thinking tells us that this case still needs another victim, and we still have too few clues; but as an ordinary person, I simply despise my own thoughts, because thinking like this is basically taking one person as the last. Precious lives are at stake.Bet on yourself that you can solve the case successfully in the end. Should I hope that there will be another victim, or should I pray that there will be no more murders?This problem is simply a demon, it is constantly torturing my soul. If in this case the murderer is the representative of "evil" and I am the embodiment of "goodness", once I have the idea of ​​looking forward to the next victim, am I still "good"?How far am I from "evil"?Where is the boundary between good and evil? Life is like a mystery, and the mystery even includes myself. I don't know how to solve this mystery, I only know that now I need to go back to my office, turn on Vitas' "Opera 2", and vent my bad emotions in his shocking high notes. I vent myself in the ghostly voice of vitas.Suddenly, the gorgeous treble disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a creepy creaking sound. Another set of Edifier s2000 was reimbursed by me. Obviously using the stereo to vent emotions is not the solution to the problem. I shook my head, not wanting to get bogged down in these useless and entangled questions.Xiao Rui, who had been silent by the side, said to me suddenly at this time: "Brother Hao, can you give me a pencil?" I don't understand what the hell this weird girl is planning.If you want a pencil, you can buy one yourself, why do you want me to give it to you?But the pencil is not a big thing, I didn't even think about it, so I just said yes. "It's not an ordinary pencil." Xiao Rui reminded me with a smile. "I'll give you all the pencils!" I thought about it in my mind, thinking that Xiao Rui would not let me give her a gold pencil, and even if it was a gold pencil, I didn't plan to take back the manly promise.So, I proudly agreed to her. "Well, it's this kind of pencil." Xiao Rui pointed to the pictures on Taobao. I glanced at it and immediately exclaimed: "Why is the pencil so expensive, more than 100?" "Then are you going to send it or not?" Xiao Rui said with some reproach. I'm a little embarrassed.I really didn't expect a pencil to be so expensive, so I had no choice but to say, "Give it away." Xiao Rui immediately turned from anger to joy, and her face changed faster than the sky in June: "Then I want these, these..." She flipped through the Taobao website quickly.