"Two male bodies were found in a garbage dump in the western suburbs of the city. The body parts totaled 16 pieces, weighing 113 kilograms. According to the assembled bodies, one of the deceased's shoulders and neck, right elbow, and the left hamstring muscles of the other deceased were missing. They are referred to as deceased No. 1 and deceased No. 2 respectively."
Qin Fang sat at one side of the conference table, one hand supporting his forehead, the other holding a laser pen and waving it on the whiteboard with the photo of the corpse. Although his expression was very lazy, his tone was very serious: "Dead man No. 1, male, 26 years old, weighing 63 kg, height 171. Time of death was eight days ago, on the night of September 22.
There were four skin abrasions on the body, distributed on the side of the neck, back, ribs, and calves. They were all injuries before death, and the scabs have all fallen off. They were at least half a month ago and have no research value. However, a 2.3 cm long and 0.85 mm wide wound was found on the palm of the deceased's hand. It was a red and swollen wound, which was an inflammatory response caused by trauma. The wound had no secondary infection and no scabs formed.
The scabs formed about 1 to 1.5 hours before the death of the deceased. No other defensive wounds were found. The second deceased, male, 19 years old, weighed 67 kg, and was 173 cm tall. He died four days ago, between the night of September 27 and the midnight of September 28. His body was clean, with no defensive wounds or obvious external injuries. The only thing in common between the two deceased is that they both have a scratch of equal length, equal spacing, but unequal height. You see. "
Qin Fang stood up and took two steps forward, but still did not leave the table. He held the table with one hand and picked up a photo with the other hand and pasted it in the middle of the whiteboard. Then he turned around and said to everyone: "This scratch was found near the midline of the neck of the first victim and on the left upper arm of the second victim. It is currently unknown what instrument caused it. There is another point."
Qin Fang put down the laser pointer, moved the two photos in the corner to the middle, curled his lips and said, "Their genitals were cut off. The cut surface is very complete. It was a single-sided knife."
Although the method of committing the crime was brutal, few of the detectives present were surprised. When they saw the bloody, rotten, and missing genitals in the photo, the men present squeezed their legs together.
In the office, the rustling sound of shoes dragging on the ground continued to be heard one after another. Even Lu Mingyu couldn't help but put his open feet in front of him. When he realized his little action, Lu Mingyu lowered his head and coughed dryly to cover it up. At the same time, he also used this cough to remind Langston Xing who was sitting at the first seat on the left side of the long table.
Langston Xing was doing two things at once. He listened to Qin Fang's autopsy report while looking through the files on the table. Most of his attention was attracted by the beautiful resume under his eyelids. He did not respond in time after Qin Fang finished his report. It was not until he heard Lu Mingyu remind him that he supported his forehead and said, "Cause of death."
Qin Fang dragged his chair back and sat down with his arms and legs spread out: "The digestive tract is congested and edematous, the stomach and duodenal mucosa are congested, eroded, and necrotic, and there is a bitter taste in the body cavity. I can confirm that it is cyanide poisoning without doing a body fluid test. And it was taken orally."
Hearing this, Theo Hammond looked at Qin Fang with a little surprise.
Unexpectedly, I encountered three bodies of people who died of cyanide poisoning in one day.
Theo Hammond was waiting to hear what Langston Xing had to say, but Langston Xing seemed more focused on the file in his hand and had temporarily put aside his business.
As a last resort, Theo Hammond asked, "When will the body be disposed of?"
Qin Fang smiled a little when he saw Theo Hammond talking, sat up straight, looked at Theo Hammond and said, "I don't know if it was a clever ghost or a smart bug who reminded my assistant to test the eggs and age of the insects. The difference between the time of disposal and the time of death of the two bodies was less than ten hours, basically fixed on September 22nd and 27th."
Langston Xing listened to Theo Hammond and Qin Fang chatting for a few seconds, then closed the file and threw it onto the table. He tilted his head slightly to glance at Theo Hammond, then looked at Lu Mingyu who was sitting diagonally opposite him: "Mainland."
Theo Hammond also glanced at Langston Xing, but he was not looking at Langston Xing, but at the file that Langston Xing had thrown on the table.
Lu Mingyu said, "The scene where the body was dumped has been severely damaged. Before we received the report and found the body, the garbage pile had been pushed and straightened at least four times. We cannot determine which route the garbage trucks took to transport the garbage based on the garbage around the body parts. Now we can only check the garbage truck drivers one by one."
Shen Qinglan, who rushed back from the court, continued: "The two deceased were not listed in the missing persons list of Wujin City, and there were no fingerprint records."
Langston Xing frowned: "She's been missing for eight days, how come no one has reported it to the police?"
"Perhaps the deceased lived alone?"
"That should also include friends and colleagues."
Putting this question aside for the moment, Langston Xing looked at Qin Fang and asked, "You just said that there was an external injury on the body that could not be identified by an instrument?"
Qin Fang said: "I can only describe the characteristics of the wounds. The only common scars on the two victims are these four scratches of equal length, equal spacing, but unequal height."
"Four?"
Theo Hammond suddenly interrupted.
Qin Fang looked at him: "Yes, four, each about 3.4 cm long, with a spacing of about 0.8 cm. In addition, we found that the left leg of the deceased No. 1 was severely swollen from the pubic bone to the tibia."
"Isn't it corruption and emphysema?"
Qin Fang affirmed: "No, it's edema."
Edema?
Theo Hammond suddenly frowned, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then asked: "Is there any chyme in the stomach of deceased No. 1?"
Qin Fang said: "I have done a test, and there are only some peanuts and instant noodles in the chyme."
As Theo Hammond and Qin Fang asked and answered questions, they unknowingly attracted the attentive listening of all the participants. It seemed that the truth about this heinous murder and dismemberment case was hidden in their conversation, and Theo Hammond's every move was infinitely magnified in their eyes.
Being the center of attention, Theo Hammond pretended to casually glance at the dozen pairs of eyes staring at him on the table. He did not see any expectation or trust in the eyes of these criminal police officers. They listened carefully to what he said, just expressing their scrutiny and curiosity towards strangers, including Shen Qinglan who led him into the police station.
As soon as Qin Fang stopped talking, the awkwardness on the table was exposed. Everyone stared at Theo Hammond, but not with expectation. Instead, they looked at him like an audience who bought a ticket to watch a performance in a theater. Their faces showed indifference, showing that they had no expectations for the small theater troupe and were content with what they had.
It was Langston Xing who broke the awkward situation. He took out a thin tin box, which was only half the size of a palm. He held the tin box between his middle finger, index finger and ring finger, and spun it around like a pen.
After the tin box had circled around the back of Langston Xing's hand for more than ten times, Langston Xing suddenly stretched out his thumb and flicked the tin box upwards like a coin. After the tin box flipped over a few times, it landed steadily in his palm with a "pop".
The conference room was too quiet, and the sound of Langston Xing turning the box was infinitely amplified. Theo Hammond had to be distracted by Langston Xing. He slightly side-glanced at Langston Xing and saw Langston Xing raising his hand to catch the tin box, then raised the corner of his lips and smiled, saying: "What? Teacher Wei's beauty has stunned you all?"
After he said this, everyone adjusted their sitting posture to conceal their feelings and turned their eyes away from Theo Hammond's face.
Langston Xing leaned back in his chair, turned his head and looked at Theo Hammond and said, "Say a few words, Teacher Wei."
Theo Hammond hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when the window behind him was suddenly blown open by the wind. A stream of rain mixed with the wind blew squarely on the back of his neck, causing him to tighten his neck as if by reflex.
Seeing this, Langston Xing stood up from his chair to close the window, then leaned on the windowsill, folded his arms and said to Shen Qinglan: "Xiao Lan, help me take my coat upstairs to dry it."
Shen Qinglan said nothing, picked up his teacup and went out.
Without Langston Xing's urging for the second time, Theo Hammond moved back more than ten centimeters along the edge of the table, along with his chair, and said, "The murderer should be a woman." Looking at the whiteboard covered with bloody photos, he said, "The murderer should be a woman."
Before he finished speaking, everyone looked at him again.
Langston Xing was also a little surprised. He just asked Theo Hammond to use his "little" forensic knowledge and "little" biological knowledge to give some clues that Qin Fang didn't mention. Unexpectedly, Theo Hammond started to speculate about the murderer directly.
The conference room returned to its strange silence. This time, it was Langston Xing who broke the silence again and said, "Go on."
Theo Hammond gently raised his right hand that was resting on the table, and tapped the table with his index finger in a slow rhythm. He spoke in a clear and cool voice: "The scratch Director Qin mentioned should be a scratch left by a woman's fingernail. That is, except for the thumb, the scratches left by the fingernails on the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger. Look at the photo. The four scars decrease in height from left to right. The first and second scars are the deepest, and the third and fourth scars become lighter. This is consistent with the characteristics that when the human body exerts force, due to the different lengths of the four fingers, the force points are also strong and weak, and the length and spacing are equal."
A female police officer couldn't help but look at her right hand without nails and nodded secretly.
Theo Hammond caught a glimpse of the policewoman's small movements from the corner of his eye, pretending not to see it, and continued: "Although the crime probability of women and men is not equal, driven by the premise of 'love killing', their crime probability is equal. Female criminals mostly choose non-physical methods of crime, such as poisoning. According to statistical analysis, poisoning murder is the highest level of murder, and it rarely occurs in male criminals who are eager to use violence to conquer their victims."
Qin Fang asked: "Do you think these two victims died of passion murder? Because their genitals were cut off?"
Then, Lu Mingyu also raised his own question: "These two victims were not only poisoned, but also dismembered. Does this also fit your statement of 'female non-violent criminals'?"
Theo Hammond glanced at them and said slowly: "These two questions are related to the criminal's profile. I will answer you later. Now let's find out the identities of the two deceased."
Langston Xing leaned against the window, taking in the performance of everyone in the office from a global perspective. Langston Xing looked at Theo Hammond's calm but confident profile, and his thoughts suddenly wandered. He recalled the first time he saw Theo Hammond in the office, when this man tried his best to hide himself and weaken his presence. At this moment, Langston Xing felt that Theo Hammond had completely failed, because his brilliance was so brilliant that it could not be concealed no matter how he tried to hide it.
As if testing him, Langston Xing said: "The identity of the deceased."
Theo Hammond suddenly stood up, picked up the umbrella and held it at his side, walked to the window, and stopped beside Langston Xing.
Theo Hammond lowered his head and looked through the window glass to the entrance of the police station.
Langston Xing turned sideways and looked down following his gaze. He saw an old lady with gray hair, wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella, leaning against the window of the guard room at the entrance of the police station. She looked excited and was gesticulating to the guard.
Langston Xing also recognized the old lady. She came to report the case every now and then. She had been blocking the police station for more than a month, demanding that they go to the West Railway Station to clear out the prostitutes. S3x trade is like moss, hidden in every corner of the city, although it is not seen in the sun, but it grows wildly. No one can stop it.
Suddenly, Langston Xing seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, he looked up at Theo Hammond and said: "Train station?"
Theo Hammond nodded, his eyes still calm as he looked at the old lady standing at the door of the police station and dealing with the guard, and said: "The edema of the lower limbs of one of the deceased only appeared from the pubic bone to the tibia, and the chyme in his stomach was peanuts and instant noodles, which is consistent with the speculation that the leg edema was caused by sitting on the train for a long time and eating the food he brought with him. According to the time of death given by Director Qin, the wound on the deceased's body should be caused by the crowded crowd when getting off the train. The time between the scar and the time of death was only one hour. The deceased got on and off the train before 8 pm on September 22, the journey time was more than four hours, and stopped in Wujin City, or the train with Wujin City as the terminal station, and was killed an hour later."
While listening to him, Langston Xing turned around and winked at a police officer from the technical team, who had already started searching for the train timetable.
"Why four hours?"
Langston Xing asked.
Standing by the window, the damp and cold air hit him. Theo Hammond tightened the collar of his windbreaker and said, "Because I won't drink a lot of water for less than four hours on the train. Even if I drink water, it won't cause edema in such a short time."
Langston Xing laughed: "Is this also derived from your 'data statistics method'?"
Theo Hammond looked at him and smiled: "No, it's just personal experience and social observation."
Langston Xing nodded and asked, "Can you tell me more about the psychological profile of the female murderer you just mentioned?"
Theo Hammond was silent for a moment, then turned around and leaned against the windowsill, lowered his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "It's OK."
Langston Xing looked at him, raised his hand and snapped his fingers at Lu Mingyu.
Lu Mingyu understood and picked up the pen to take notes.
Theo Hammond's eyes gradually drifted into the air, his expression focused as if he was recalling something, or describing a scene in his mind, and he said: "Female, between 25 and 35 years old, 165 to 170 cm tall. She has a stable job, but her social status is not high, and she is most likely working in finance. She has long hair, pays attention to maintenance, has fair skin, is good at dealing with men, and is relatively beautiful. She lives alone and rents an inconspicuous two-bedroom apartment. If she was married, she is now divorced. She hangs out with prostitutes on the streets near the train station, but she is not a prostitute."
As he spoke, the scattered light in his eyes quickly gathered, like a light that lit up at night, and cast it at Qin Fang and Lu Mingyu who had just asked him questions, answering their questions: "The man who came down from the train station was a stranger to her, so it was ruled out as a murder of passion. Judging from her act of cutting off the male's genitals, she hated men. She must have suffered domestic violence, S3xual assault and other injuries, and the perpetrator might be her former lover, husband, or father, in short, a man. And she dismembered the body after the murder, probably just to make it easier to dispose of the body, which proves that she had no help and committed the crime alone."
Langston Xing held up his left elbow, stretched out his left index finger and tapped his temple, barely following Theo Hammond's train of thought: "Since she didn't know the deceased, was she just hunting randomly?"
Theo Hammond took a breath and said, "Yes, she chose her victims randomly. She usually chose young, thin, and single men. The two victims should have come to Wujin to work, or to visit relatives and friends. In short, they were unfamiliar with the place, so they were easily deceived, and no one reported the case after they disappeared. Even if the relatives of the victims reported the case, they could not report it to Wujin. The murderer should have lured them by providing accommodation or S3xual transactions. Since both victims took cyanide, it means that the victims were brought into a relatively closed space and drank the cyanide solution given to them by the murderer without any defense. The possibility of a small hotel is very low. The most likely possibility is in the murderer's 'home', which is the first crime scene, where the murderer committed the crime. This place is not far from the train station, nor is it very close. Um... give me a map of the surrounding area of the train station, and it should be more detailed."
Langston Xing looked at the police officers attending the meeting at the table: "Hurry."
A policeman from the technical team went out and came back with a map shortly afterwards and placed it where Theo Hammond had just sat.
Theo Hammond came to the table, bent down with his hands on the table, first carefully looked at the topographic map, then picked up a ruler and pen and drew a fan neatly as if he was drawing a picture.
Langston Xing walked up to him and said, "Don't just work silently, say a few words."
Theo Hammond measured the proportions on the map and said, "From the perspective of criminal psychology, the perpetrator generally considers three points when choosing a crime scene: First, he must be familiar with the terrain of the crime scene. Second, he must avoid acquaintances. Third, it should not be too far from the residence, nor too close to facilitate escape from the crime scene. Then there will be a vacuum zone between the train station and the crime scene. Across the vacuum zone, the edge area is the crime scene where the murderer lured the victim. In addition, the clue that the murderer used a garbage truck to transport body parts can be further circled around a large garbage container, shortening the error of the geographical portrait, so the crime scene should be..."
Suddenly, the tip of the pen in Theo Hammond's hand paused for a moment, then he drew two ovals on the edge of the fan-shaped area, and finally pointed with the tip of the pen and said, "Here."
Langston Xing took a closer look and found that he had limited the effective range to a group of self-built houses east of the train station: "...You just said the place where the murder took place. Isn't it possible that the murderer took the victim back to his own home?"
Theo Hammond put down his pen, pinched his fingers, and said thoughtfully: "No, this woman is clear-headed and organized. If she took the victim home, it is very likely that she would create a 'witness'. I think she should have rented a house to commit the crime, which is near the train station. And her own residence should be far away from the train station, so she should have a car."
Before he knew it, Langston Xing had completely trusted him and immediately asked, "What car?"
Theo Hammond lowered his eyes, his gaze spread out again, his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and said, "Manual transmission, white, market price less than 100,000, a common domestic car. The car is very clean, no decorations, regular maintenance, not used for daily work, only used when committing crimes."
Just as he finished speaking, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, followed by a roar of thunder and the sound of rain became more rapid.
Hearing the sound of thunder and rain, Theo Hammond was stunned for a moment, then turned to look out the window, his eyes seemed to be filled with dark clouds: "What day is it today?"
Langston Xing took out his phone and glanced at it: "October 1st." As he spoke, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked at Theo Hammond and said: "Today is National Day."
Theo Hammond exhaled slowly, staring at the dark clouds in the gloomy sky that were cut by the strong wind, and whispered: "All murderers like bad weather, because bad weather will eliminate all evidence and all potential witnesses... Passengers who get off the train are in urgent need of a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so they will trust strangers who should not be trusted. A young and beautiful woman is almost not aggressive to them. And major festivals have some kind of symbolic meaning to serial killers. They will be inspired by the festivals and stage a murder celebration."
Theo Hammond suddenly turned to Langston Xing and said in his cold but firm tone: "Tonight, 'she' will definitely commit a crime again."
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