In the center of the room is a mortuary truck, with a card hanging on the front of the truck, with the deceased's number and name written on it: Kosuke Yamamoto.
Including Xu Siqi, a dozen patrol officers stood solemnly in two rows. They were all newcomers recruited from each patrol room.
The instructor was British Detective Inspector Johnson. He was standing in front of the queue at the moment. He looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, as a police officer, the work you will face in the future will often involve contact with corpses.
Together, even with rotting corpses. The purpose of coming here today is to let you adapt to similar situations in advance. At the same time, this is also a good internship opportunity."
As he spoke, he lifted up the white cloth on the morgue nearby, revealing the body under the white cloth, and said, "You have three minutes to observe this body up close, and then please make your own conclusions. Please do it."
No matter what the corpse's identity was during life, after death it can no longer refuse anything. For example, at this moment, it can be viewed by others like a specimen.
The patrol officers gathered around in an orderly manner, observing the body from different perspectives.
Only then did Xu Siqi discover that the deceased was actually an "acquaintance", the Japanese who was shot dead at the Sakura Hotel last night.
Perhaps for this internship, the deceased remained as he was at that time, including the clothes on his body, and the forensic doctor simply treated the wound.
After three minutes, Johnson clapped his hands and said, "Okay, gentlemen, please return to your seats."
He looked at everyone: "What I can tell you is that the deceased died of murder. At that time, he and his wife were staying in the hotel room. The murderer pretended to be a waiter and tricked them into opening the door. The deceased sensed the danger and rushed out immediately.
He went out, but unfortunately, it was too late, and the murderer shot him dead in the corridor."
After a moment of silence, a patrol officer stepped forward and said: "Judging from the wound, it is a penetrating gunshot wound. It would be great if we could find the bullet. At least we can know the model of gun used by the murderer. In addition, I estimate,
The murderer and the deceased were very close at the time, otherwise the power of the pistol would not have been enough to cause penetrating injuries."
Another patrol officer said: "Also, the murderer should have received special firearms training, such as a soldier or a professional killer, because he only fired one shot and did not shoot again, which shows that he is very confident in his marksmanship."
Johnson was noncommittal about these analyses, glanced at the others, and said, "Is there any more?"
Xu Siqi took a step forward and said respectfully: "Reporting to the instructor, I can add two more points."
"Please say."
"I was just thinking, since the murderer tricked the door into opening, why did the deceased not die in the room but in the corridor? If I were the murderer, of course I would not let the deceased escape easily."
Johnson's eyes flashed: "You mean, the deceased had fought with the murderer? However, there were no signs of struggle at the scene. The wife of the deceased also testified that she was in the bedroom at the time and did not hear the sound of fighting. She was waiting for her
When I chased him out, I only saw the murderer's back, and he shot my husband in the corridor."
Xu Siqi said: "The reason why there were no traces of a struggle at the scene, and the deceased's wife did not hear it, is because the struggle was very short. I don't know if you have noticed that there is an obvious contusion on the middle finger joint of the deceased's right hand, probably from a blow.
It was caused by a hard object. Under the circumstances, which part of the murderer would have the best effect?"
"Of course it's the face." Johnson vaguely guessed what Xu Siqi wanted to say.
Xu Siqi nodded: "Yes. Not only is the effect the best, but it is also a human instinct. My judgment is that the deceased punched the murderer in the mouth. When we clenched the fist, the middle finger joint was the most protruding.
, so the middle finger of the deceased caused contusion. I believe that the murderer will not be easy, and his teeth may have been damaged. If all dental clinics are monitored in the near future, I think there may be unexpected results."
He paused for a moment and continued: "Also, judging from the size of the gunshot wound on the deceased, the pistol used by the murderer was probably a .38-caliber Colt pistol. Of course, if the warhead can be found, it is the most direct
The evidence is just speculation. Instructor, I’m done.”
Johnson quickly came to the body and took a closer look at the deceased's right hand. Sure enough, there was a contusion on the middle finger joint.
As soon as the door of the sleeping room opened, a tall middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked in. He looked Xu Siqi up and down and said, "Young man, what is your name?"
Xu Siqi knew this man. He was Chief Inspector Shi Duhua of Hongkou Police Station. Because of his extremely high efficiency in solving crimes, he was known as "Super Detective Shi Duhua" in the concession.
"Reporting to Chief Inspector Stuart, this is Xu Siqi, Inspector of the Foch Road Patrol Room." Xu Siqi stood at attention with both feet and saluted.
Stewart nodded and said: "Inspector Xu, your analysis is very exciting. I will follow your judgment and send people to pay close attention to all dental clinics. In addition, I want to tell you one thing, the bullet has been at the scene
Found it, it is indeed a .38 caliber Colt pistol!"
After saying this, he patted Xu Siqi on the shoulder encouragingly, and then said to Johnson: "Mr. Detective, please come out."
Johnson promised and said to the patrolmen: "Disband and wait for me at the door on the first floor."
After coming out of the sleeping room, Xu Siqi turned around and took a look, only to see Stewart and Johnson standing at the end of the corridor, seemingly arguing about something.
In the lobby on the first floor, Ryota Takeuchi said to the nuns and nurses with an anxious face: "In such a big hospital, doesn't anyone understand Chinese? Can you understand Japanese?"
He spoke Chinese and Japanese, and the nun and nurse occasionally interjected a few words. They both talked at the same time, and neither one could understand what the other said.
Xu Siqi thought for a moment, walked over, and said politely: "Mr. Takeuchi, do you need help?"
Takeuchi Ryota was stunned. He looked at Xu Siqi and said, "Do you know me?"
Xu Siqi said: "My surname is Xu. Some time ago, my friend and I went to Takeuchi Bookstore once."
Takeuchi Ryota nodded: "Oh, that's right... By the way, Inspector Xu, do you speak English?"
People come and go in the bookstore every day, and it is impossible for Takeuchi Ryota to remember every customer. He has more important things now, and he is too lazy to think about such meaningless questions.
Xu Siqi said: "Yes."
"That's great. Can you help translate it? I just want to know..."
Takeuchi Ryota looked around, lowered his voice consciously, and said, "I just want to know where the body of Yamamoto Kosuke is."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Siqi suddenly understood that the killed Yamaguchi Kosuke should also be a member of the Japanese Anti-War Alliance.