About two minutes later, Jesse almost spit out the hot dog he just ate.
Everyone was now in the machine head's bedroom, looking at the corpses on the bed and the death message left by the other party.
The head of the machine head is missing. Judging from the carbonized meat stubble at the neck fracture, it may have been caused by a strong blow to the head. However, this also means that Deathstroke's method of using strangulation to read the memory will not work.
"This is not a machine head, nor did he commit suicide out of fear of crime, ugh~"
After quickly checking the body, Bobo gave his own judgment. The black-haired detective walked around the room holding a pipe. As the smoke came out of his mouth, his professional temperament simply gushed out.
:
"Someone found a corpse similar in height and weight to Nito, put him into a steel suit, and then deliberately caused the suit's energy to leak out in an attempt to destroy the corpse to prevent the identification work."
"Wait, how did you figure it out?"
Rabbit was sure that this person was not killed by Deathstroke, but he didn't know how Bobo was able to determine that the body was not Machine Head.
There is no way to identify fingerprints on the charred corpse, and there is no more advanced equipment here. The orangutan just looked at the corpse with a magnifying glass for a while, and after playing with it for a few times, he got the result. Is his reasoning ability so exaggerated?
"Good question."
Bobo smiled crookedly. He seemed to have found the joy of being praised, so he returned to the corpse, peeled off the torn battle clothes through the handkerchief, and explained to the rabbit:
"You have only seen the machine head wearing a battle armor. I know a little more. I also know that in addition to the burns all over his body, nine shrapnel of different sizes penetrated his heart. It was caused by the small boat reactor.
Keeping the electromagnet running prevented his death."
At this point, he began to wink and make a 'please' gesture towards the rabbit. He probably thought that he had said it clearly enough, and then let the rabbit try to reason too.
However, Roger just opened his cute red eyes and looked at the orangutan's gestures with a blank expression, completely unable to think of anything valuable.
In this regard, Super Rabbit is no match for the divorce lawyer version of Hell Detective. Albella calmly sat on the bedside table and took a sip of wine to complete Bobo's reasoning:
"The human heart is protected by the 2nd to 5th ribs. Shrapnel was splashed into the chest due to the explosion. If it was just one piece, it was possible to penetrate the heart from between the ribs, but nearly ten pieces of shrapnel? Each piece accurately passed through the ribs.
It's impossible. Some of them will hit the ribs."
She sighed, put away the wine bottle, and approached the big bed, reaching out to help the dead fruit girls close their eyes.
It is indeed not a wise choice to accompany a rich man for money, but no girl should die because of it.
These girls were all young and beautiful, and they might have participated in beauty pageants before. Seeing them with their eyes open after they died tragically, the witch felt a little uncomfortable. It felt like she had seen another group of herself die like this.
"I understand!" Jesse turned her back to the scene. She lay on the door frame and covered her head, but she still insisted on participating in the discussion: "So Bobo found that there were no old injuries on the ribs of the corpse, regardless of whether they were fractured at the time.
Still scratched by metal, the signs of bone healing will not change due to burning. Calcium is more resistant to high temperatures than protein."
"Oh, that's good." Deathstroke nodded and affirmed her, and gave her a chocolate frog as a reward to help her calm down: "Maybe you do have some detective talent, I'm optimistic about you."
That's right, although she is a college student and not a forensic expert from the Midtown Police Department like Barry, this Jesse has a good father, and his father is an omnipotent scientific genius.
She probably inherited some logical talent, but her mental endurance is still a bit lacking. If she wants to survive in DC Diversity 1, she must get used to seeing all kinds of tragic corpses every day.
"hey-hey"
The girl giggled and took the chocolate frog happily, feeling like she was recognized again.
When she was in the CW universe, Iris would always talk to herself, and she thought she talked too much.
But today’s facts have proved that people are different. Some people just like to listen to them talk.
"Okay, we have now confirmed that this corpse is not the Machine Head himself, and was burned alive in the suit, but there is still one problem."
While talking, Alberta went to open the window. After all, the smell in the room was very strange, which made her, a woman who never cleans the office, a little unbearable:
"What about the heads?"
"Yes, the head is gone, nowhere."
Bobo took his magnifying glass and walked around the room, then studied the door frame and bedroom door:
"A woman wearing boots entered the room after these people died. She stepped on a few drops of semi-dried blood, so I could tell it was after they died. The woman used a screwdriver when dismantling the door, but she used a screwdriver on the bedroom door.
The door was kicked open with her feet, and you can see her mood changes. She is very concerned about the safety of the machine head, and she is most likely one of his teammates."
"Yeah, I think so too." Deathstroke helped Jesse catch the chocolate frog that ran away. She had never seen a jumping chocolate before, so she was startled when she opened the box, allowing the frog to take advantage of it.
Machine: "Go on, behave well, and I'll give you a bottle of good wine."
"But I can't figure it out. Since he was not the murderer but a teammate, why did he take away the dead man's head alone? Didn't she see that the body was a stand-in?" Bobo frowned again and used his fingers to pick at the black hair on his chin.
hair.
Although I know that there is not a single detective in the Counterattack Alliance, and only Machine Head is the smartest, the American soldiers participated in World War II, and Red Yasha and Marksman are professional agents. They should know something about autopsies, right?
Alberta walked up to Rabbit, patted him on the shoulder, comforted the sad Captain Carrot, but said her own point of view:
"It's okay that the head is missing. After all, it has happened, but we still have to pay more attention to the death message. This is obviously framed."
"Well, this is a trap. I speculate that the Machine Head learned that I was coming to settle a score with him, so he temporarily found a scapegoat to take the blame, and then left a framed message to me, hoping to cause a conflict between the Counterattack Alliance and me."
Su Ming, however, didn't take that group of people very seriously. While talking about his guess, he watched Jesse eat chocolate.
When the little girl bit the frog, it was still struggling to kick its legs, so the chocolate was all over her face, which made her feel cute and silly.
"Let me talk to them." After the silence for the unfortunate people who were killed in front of him, Captain Rabbit cheered up. He was very serious at this time, and his red eyes were full of perseverance: "I believe that the members of the Counterattack Alliance
They are all sensible, and as long as we present evidence, they will believe it."
"No, there's no need to go to that trouble." Su Ming rejected Rabbit's suggestion, took off his mask and lit a cigarette: "I'm innocent, so I don't need to do anything to prove my innocence. On the contrary, it's them who think I killed him.
People need to come up with evidence, and the so-called death information alone is not ironclad evidence."
The orangutan detective and the witch both nodded in agreement. The worst thing to do was start a war anyway. Deathstroke looked so leisurely at the moment, so he obviously had a backup plan to counter the Counterattack Alliance.
Whether it's reasoning or fist-fighting, the advantage is on your side, so what else is there to think about?
So now let’s think about where the machine head took this opportunity to hide.