Although there was no body, after careful investigation, it was confirmed that this was a dismemberment site.
It was later proven that the blood on the ground came from the suspect Liu Ming.
The bunk on the iron frame bed had been unoccupied for a long time and had accumulated dust. Three fingerprints were extracted from the iron railings of the upper bunk. There were also hanging marks on the iron railings. Bao Zhan pointed to the hanging marks and asked Su Mei to take a photo. He said: It is a
A canvas belt, the suspended heavy object may be a person.
The bedrail of the lower bunk was stained red with blood, and there were clear knife marks. Bao Zhan said: These were marks caused by cutting things with a sharp weapon, not by chopping with a knife.
There were bone residues in the blood that had solidified into jelly. Bao Zhan picked them up with tweezers and looked at them with a magnifying glass. He said: What was cut off was a human head. This is the thyroid cartilage at the Adam's apple of the human body... and there are hairs, like
Armpit hair, thighs or arms of the deceased were also cut off.
There was a drag mark on the cement floor inside the house, which was formed when the edge of the shoe sole rubbed against the ground.
The room was empty, with spoiled food and three empty Erguotou wine bottles in the corner.
Bao Zhan believed that the deceased must have been drunk at the time and was strangled and quartered.
A criminal policeman asked: After two bottles of Erguotou, he was so drunk that he fell unconscious. Why do you think the body was dismembered after death? Why was it not beheaded while alive?
Bao Zhan said: If you cut a human head while it is still alive, the blood will spatter, but there is no splatter blood in this room.
Based on various traces at the scene and clues obtained from interviews with surrounding residents, Bao Zhan restored the scene at that time.
Above the basement is an old-fashioned brick building. The basement is a storage room used by residents for rent. There are many such simple residences in Yanjing. Liu Ming has lived here for more than three months. A few days ago, someone saw him
All his things were sold to an old man who collected scraps. That night, Liu Ming was drinking in the room with a strange man and a child.
There is a girl living next door to Liu Ming, who claims to be a special actor and has played small roles in several TV series. She said that Liu Ming is a lunatic, he likes to talk to himself, and he has mental problems.
Hualong asked: Have you seen that child? Whose family does that child belong to?
The girl said: Through the wall, I heard a child crying. I don’t know whose family it belongs to. I have never seen that man before.
The girl next door reported that Liu Ming usually had no friends and kept to himself, so the residents around him kept a distance from him. Liu Ming spoke very fast, his thinking was chaotic, and he was in a mess. No matter who greeted him, he would sell his handicrafts.
Others were not interested in the collection of poems he produced, so he said boldly: One day you will know that the great poet Liu Ming is the greatest person in the world you have ever seen in your life.
Liu Ming cherishes the opportunity to talk to people. This kind of opportunity is rare for him. He doesn't care whether others are willing to listen. The girl next door once chatted with him for a few words and thought he had a mental problem. She never talked about it again.
I ignored him. When Liu Ming saw a girl in the basement corridor, he would say in a pleading tone:
Give again
Just a minute, I didn’t finish what I said last time, someone finally spoke to me, please let me finish.
The girl regarded him as air and turned a blind eye.
A few days ago, Liu Ming sold all the things in the rental house. That night, the girl next door heard three people drinking and talking in Liu Ming's room. Besides Liu Ming, there was also a man and a child. Liu Ming
Being poor, he usually drank cabbage dumpling soup, which he called "hero cabbage soup." That day, Liu Ming bought several dishes, including fried shrimps, soy sauce bones, spicy rabbit heads, and braised pig's trotters.
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The girl was very surprised and wondered if this lunatic had gotten rich.
Su Mei asked: How do you remember it so clearly? You even know what kind of food you bought.
The girl said: The soundproofing of the room was not good. I could hear him snoring. They talked so noisily and encouraged each other to drink and eat.
Su Mei asked again: What else did you hear at that time, and what do you think their relationship was?
The girl said: I suspect they are gay. The little boy is adopted and is their son.
Su Mei said: Little sister, you have such a rich imagination.
The girl said: I am from Chongqing. Over there in Chongqing, two people chewing on the head of a rabbit means that two people want to kiss.
The girl was so annoyed by the noise next door that she stuffed her ears with cotton and lay on the bed and fell asleep.
At around 11 o'clock at night, the girl vaguely heard the sound of cutting things coming from next door. She took off the cotton in her ears and listened carefully. It was like the sound of a knife cutting against an iron fence. Bao Zhan speculated that the girl heard the sound of cutting something.
What should have been the sound made by the murderer when he dismembered the body. The murderer strangled the boy, hung the drunk and unconscious Liu Ming with a belt on the iron frame bed, then moved the body to the lower bunk and rested his head on it.
In order to avoid waking up the neighbors, the murderer did not chop with a knife, but used cutting methods to dismember the body. He first cut off the head and then cut off the limbs.
It was stuffy and hot in the basement. The door of the girl next door was ajar and not locked. Some residents even slept with the door open.
The sound of cutting things stopped, and the girl turned over and went back to sleep. With her back to the door, she vaguely heard footsteps stopping in front of her door. After a while, the door slowly opened. In the darkness,
The girl felt a figure coming in.
The girl was so frightened that she covered her head with a sheet and tried her best not to tremble.
The man stood in front of the bed and looked at her, holding something in his hand.
The girl continued to pretend to be asleep, feeling extremely frightened inside. The man stared at her motionless. After a while, she felt the man turn around and walk out of the room, closing the door smoothly.
The next morning, the girl found blood dripping on the ground in front of her bed. She comforted herself, thinking it might be her own menstrual blood.
However, the girl had a vague and terrible idea in her heart. That person quietly walked into her room at night, stood in front of the bed and looked at her, and what he held in his hand might be a human head!
Hualong asked: Then why didn't you report the crime?
The girl said: My room
Nothing was lost during this time, what if it was my imagination.
The special case team held a case analysis meeting. The only suspect Liu Ming was killed and dismembered. The next focus of the work should be to find the strange man who drank with Liu Ming. This man is a major suspect and his identity must be found out as soon as possible.
The identity of the boy is unknown and is also the main direction of the investigation. In the basement corridor, the neighbor once saw the strange man and the child. According to the description, the child's age and clothes are consistent with the amber child corpse.
.The eyewitnesses could not remember clearly the appearance of the strange man, and the conditions for the police to draw a portrait of the suspect were not mature enough.
Su Mei said: That strange man may be a performance artist who kills people and makes them into amber. He wants to be famous and wants to go crazy.
Deputy Secretary Huang said: Through investigation, we know the mobile phone number used by Liu Ming, and we should be able to find some clues from it.
Professor Liang said: Liu Ming sold his things, and the old man who collected scraps must also find them. Those things may be useful.
Hualong said: I was wondering, was the little boy strangled to death by Liu Ming or that person?
Bao Zhan said: The motive for the crime is unknown. I share the same view as Xiaomei and tend to believe that the murderer killed Liu Ming and the little boy.
Deputy Secretary Huang said: It is also possible that Liu Ming strangled the boy to death and the murderer killed him again.
Professor Liang said: If the murderer is a performance artist, the murderer will definitely appear when the annual art festival opens in a few days.
Bao Zhan said: He should have new works.
Deputy Secretary Huang said: Then we will just sit back and wait for him.
The special case team once again visited the residents around the basement where Liu Ming rented, looking for more insiders and witnesses.
There was a young man who delivered couriers living in the basement. There were folded plastic foam bags stacked in the aisle. He reported to the police that someone had stolen some foam bags and messed up the piled items. Liu Ming usually rode a bicycle.
The dilapidated bicycle went to the overpass to set up a stall, selling his collection of poems and sometimes trinkets. The bicycle usually parked in the aisle was gone now.
Hua Long said: We now understand how the murderer took away the body parts after dismembering the body.
Su Mei said: I originally thought that the murderer would stop a black car, but I didn’t expect that the murderer was also very poor and might not have the money to take a taxi.
Bao Zhan said: The murderer found a few plastic foam bags in the corridor, packed the body parts, and then transported them away on a bicycle.
Su Mei said: This poor poet.
You can imagine this picture:
He was hung on both sides of the back seat of the bicycle, with his torso on the left and hands and feet on the right, all packed in the kind of bubble wrap we used to make when we were kids. Two bags of the poet's meat were half a foot off the ground and tied together with ropes.
, when the murderer pulled over to ride his bicycle, the poet's hand could still touch the dwarf bamboos and bougainvillea on the roadside.
His head was hanging on the handlebar, looking ahead through the foam paper.
The street lights were dim in the middle of the night, and a dead child was sitting on the bicycle crossbar, seemingly asleep.
