One night, a man called 110 and said: I killed someone.
This person's voice was very weird and sinister. He was laughing on the phone with a heavy nasal voice. He seemed to be covering his mouth and deliberately suppressing his voice. The female police officer on the line was very calm and asked him to explain the situation concisely. Then
The person was silent for a while, and finally only left an address and hung up the phone.
The address is: No. 37 Linjiazhai, Wuning Road. The female police officers on the 110 line often encounter all kinds of harassment. A female police officer on the line told the author of this article that the most common alarm calls they receive are the ones that hang up immediately after being answered.
Most of the harassing calls are made by children and middle-aged people, and the contents are varied and most of them make people laugh or cry. Some people have lost their keys and want 110 to help find them, some children call and ask the police to arrest the bad guys in the cartoons, and some
There are many people who are obsessed with the female operator's voice and constantly harass her and make love and proposals.
Two policemen, one old and one young, they are master and apprentice.
Criminal investigation policemen who have just joined the work usually find an experienced criminal policeman to be apprentices, which can improve their case handling skills. When they heard that a murder case had occurred in their jurisdiction, the young policeman was nervous and excited. He hung handcuffs and electric batons on his body and urged him.
The old detective set out quickly. The old detective yawned profusely, scolded the young detective for making such a fuss, and went out with only a flashlight.
No. 37 Linjiazhai is not far from the Wuning Road Police Station. The master and the apprentice went there on foot. At that time, there was heavy fog, there was no moon or starlight, the street lights were blurry and dim, and could only illuminate a small area. The visibility was very low. Ten meters away,
There was no one in sight at all.
No. 37 Linjiazhai is located at an intersection, where several roads intersect in a scissor shape. Linjiazhai is an old building, which happens to be at the "scissor entrance". From a Feng Shui perspective, this place is extremely evil. The age of this building
For a long time, the walls are mottled, the green bricks are covered with green moss, the building is dilapidated, and there is a European and American style vault, shrouded in fog, making it look like an ancient castle.
Every Polis is particularly impressed by the first murder case he participated in solving, and will never forget it.
The old detective looked at this old building and said: I seem to have been to this place before.
The young detective said: Master, the house is very big, and it looks like a wealthy family.
The old detective said: I remembered that in the 1980s, a murder case occurred here. That was the first murder case I handled.
The little detective said: What case?
The old detective said: The head of the household in this building is named Lin, and he does not live here. The house has been rented out. At that time, there were two families renting in this building, and the family living upstairs had a man who was mentally ill.
Normally, I killed a little girl living downstairs and cut off her head. This happened during the crackdown in 1983. The case was closed long ago, but the head was not found.
The young detective became nervous and said: The head may still be in this building. Master, what a coincidence. This is also the first murder case I have received since I became a police officer.
The courtyard gate is an iron gate structure, the paint has fallen off, and one of the rusty iron bars is broken. The old detective and the young detective got in through the gap in the iron gate. The courtyard is overgrown with grass, and it looks like no one has lived in it for a long time.
In the grass, a path connects the courtyard gate and the corridor in front of the building. The dry grape vines wrap around the pillars of the corridor. Under the illumination of the flashlight, they look like human tendons, which looks shocking.
The young detective shouted towards the old building, is there anyone there?
The old detective seemed to notice something unusual. He put his finger on his lips and said softly: Shhh.
The little detective didn't dare to speak anymore. He was more vigilant and picked up the electric baton on his waist.
The old detective saw that there was a small whirlwind in the corridor, slowly swirling grass clippings and dust, which was very strange.
There was a heavy fog at that time. When there is fog, there is usually no wind. This small whirlwind blowing close to the ground is strange. The whirlwind rolls up the fog and tends to get bigger. This counterclockwise rotating air vortex blows from the clouds.
It lowered to the ground in the mist, moving irregularly.
The young detective was wearing a pair of big leather shoes. Just as the old detective was about to remind him, the young detective stepped on the little tornado.
The whirlwind disappeared immediately, and the surrounding area was white and foggy, as if it was not in the human world.
The young detective asked: Master, what's wrong?
The old detective comforted himself and said: It's okay, we must believe in materialism and the scientific outlook on development, and we must not be superstitious.
After the old detective finished speaking, the young detective became even more frightened.
The old castle-like building in front of them looked even more eerie and terrifying in the night and thick fog.
The door was locked from the inside. I pushed it but it didn't budge.
Old Polis knocked on the door and shouted: Who called the police?
The young detective emboldened himself and said: Open the door, we are from the Public Security Bureau. There was silence inside the door, and it seemed that no one was living there. The master and the apprentice also thought that the call to the police was probably a prank. But they thought, since they are here
, just check it. Even if someone lies about the police report, always confirm it.
The door of this old building was locked. Two policemen used flashlights to check and found that all the windows on the first floor were sealed with bricks.
The old detective shined his flashlight on the second-floor window and said, "Go in from the second floor and take a look."
The little criminal policeman retreated in his heart and said: How about we go back and call more people?
The old detective said: Why are you tormenting your colleagues in the middle of the night? Let's see first.
There were four windows on the second floor. The little detective shined his flashlight on each one, wondering which window to climb in. He saw a ghostly figure flashing past the window near the corner.
The little detective yelled: There is someone there!
The old detective shined his flashlight on the window and couldn't see anything strange. He said, "You must be dazzled."
The young detective said: Master, I really don't dare to go in. How about you go in and have a look? If nothing happens, we'll go back quickly.
The old detective said: Don't play tricks with me, kid. You can also let the master take the lead. Young people need more experience. Being a policeman is not a coward.
The little detective had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb to the top of the corridor holding the pillars. There were many bamboo poles on the top of the corridor, and some dry grape vines were spreading. If it were green in the summer, there would be ripe grapes hanging down.
The young detective walked forward on the bamboo pole, and the old detective shone a flashlight below to remind him to be careful. The young detective walked to the end of the corridor, stretched out his hand to open the window, and a strange smell came out. There were curtains behind the window, so he couldn't see.
When he arrived at the situation inside, the young detective was in a difficult situation, so he had to embolden himself. He put the flashlight in his pocket, held the window sill with both hands, jumped up, and climbed in through the window.
The little detective felt that his foot had stepped on something, and he stood there, not daring to move.
The old detective shouted from downstairs: Is there anything going on?
The room was pitch dark. The little policeman took out the flashlight from his pocket and slowly opened the curtain with his other hand. When he saw the corner of the white skirt, his hand couldn't help but tremble. Could it be that there was a woman in a white skirt standing behind the curtain?
The more the little detective thought about it, the more frightened he became. He vaguely felt that there was a woman in a white dress hanging in front of the window, or there was a female ghost in white clothes behind the curtains. His hands were shaking and he accidentally dropped the flashlight on the ground.
The old detective saw the lights go out and asked him anxiously what happened.
The young detective picked up the flashlight and opened the curtain with determination. He saw that it was a small utility room. There was a clothes hanger behind the curtain, with a white skirt hanging on it, and the corners of the skirt were fluttering in the wind.
After a false alarm, the young detective broke out in a cold sweat. He calmed down and told the old detective downstairs that it was okay.
He held the flashlight, his hands were sticky and he thought it was from his own sweat. He took a cautious step forward and felt that his feet were sinking in, as if he had stepped on tofu.
He shined his flashlight on the ground and couldn't help but tremble all over. Ah - the little detective screamed loudly! The solidified blood on the floor of the room was like tofu, and when he stepped on it, it felt like he was stuck in red mud.
Even though the young detective had no detective experience, he realized that so much blood must have come from at least several people's bodies. The flashlight had just fallen into the clots of blood, and the young detective's hands were sticky and greasy, covered in blood.
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The old detective climbed into the window and immediately reported the situation to the bureau. The forensic doctor and a team of detectives arrived.
After preliminary inspection, it was found that there was human blood on the floor of the room. There were at least six people deceased, and there were only four people in the Lin family's household registration book.
There was no body in the room, and no one had rented the building for a long time.
The total amount of human blood is about 8% of body weight. For example, if a person weighs 100 kilograms and has 8 kilograms of blood, six people will have 50 kilograms of blood. In this small room filled with clutter, there are at least 50 kilograms of human blood.
Condensed into tofu shape.
Like a tofu vendor, the forensic doctor dug out a square piece of human blood tofu from the ground with an organ knife, then held it in the palm of his hand and observed carefully. The coagulated blood clot was trembling and heavy. It was the blood of six people.
, mixed together, and condensed into tofu on the floor of the small room.
The little detective said: Where did so much blood come from?
The old detective said: A huge murder case!
The forensic doctor said: What did the murderer want to do with so much blood?