Chapter 36 Human blood tofu

One night, a man called 110 to call the police and said: I killed someone.

The man's voice was very strange and sarcastic. He laughed on the phone, his nasal voice was very heavy, as if he was covering his mouth, deliberately suppressing his voice. The policewoman from the wiring was very calm and asked him to explain the situation briefly. The man was silent for a while, and finally he left only one address and hung up the phone.

Address is: No. 37, Linjiazhai, Wuning Road.

The female police officers on the 110 are often harassed. The most common calls they receive are the ones that hang up immediately after they are connected. Most of them make harassing calls are children and middle-aged people. The content is varied, and most of them make people laugh. Some people lose their keys and ask the police to help find them, some children call to ask the police to arrest the bad guys in the cartoon, and some people keep harassing because they are obsessed with the voice of the female operator. Many people are courting and proposing.

When the murderer calls to surrender, he is usually nervous, and few people can laugh. The female police officer in the wiring thought it was a prank and did not pay special attention to it. However, the 110 duty is that if the police are required to be answered, and if the police are required to be answered, the 110 command center notified the police station in the jurisdiction. The police station also felt that it was a lie to report the police and did not pay much attention to it. In addition, it was late at night, so only two police officers were sent to the police.

Two policemen, one old and one young, are masters and apprentices.

The criminal investigation police who just started working usually find an experienced old criminal police officer to become a disciple, which can improve the level of case handling. When I heard that a murder case occurred in the jurisdiction, the young criminal police officer was both nervous and excited. He hung his handcuffs and electric batons on his body, urging the old criminal police officer to set off quickly. The old criminal police officer yawned all over the sky, scolded the young criminal police officer for making a fuss, and went out with just a flashlight.

The distance between Linjiazhai No. 37 and Wuning Road Police Station was not far, and the master and apprentice went on foot. At that time, the fog was filled with heavy fog, no moon or starlight, and the street lights were blurred and dim, and they could only shine on a small area. The visibility was very low, and there was no one to see ten meters away.

No. 37 of Linjiazhai is located at an intersection, with several roads crossing into a scissor shape. Linjiazhai is an old building, which is right at the "scissor mouth". From a Feng Shui perspective, this place is extremely evil. This building is old, with mottled walls, green moss on the blue bricks, the building is dilapidated, and there is also a European and American-style vault, shrouded in fog, looking like an ancient castle.

Every policeman will be impressed by the first murder he participated in and will never forget it for his life.

The old detective looked at the old building and said: I seem to have been to this place.

The little detective said: Master, the house is very big, and it is obvious that it is a wealthy family.

The old detective said: I remember that in the 1980s, there was a murder case here, which was the first murder case I had handled.

The detective said: What case?

The old detective said: The head of the building's household is Lin, and he does not live here. The house has been rented. At that time, two families were rented in this building. There was a man living upstairs who was in a state of mind. He killed a little girl living downstairs and cut off her head. This was the case during the crackdown in 1983. The case had long been settled, but the head was not found.

The detective became nervous and said: The head might be

Still in this building, Master, what a coincidence, this is also the first murder case I have ever taken since I became a policeman.

The gate of the courtyard is an iron grating structure, the paint has long been peeled off, and a rusted iron bar has broken. The old detective and the young detective got into the gap in the iron grating gate. The courtyard is covered with weeds and it seems that there is no one living for a long time. Among the weeds, a small path connects the gate of the courtyard and the corridor in front of the building. The dry vines wrap around the pillars of the corridor. Under the illumination of the flashlight, they are like human tendons and veins, which look shocking.

The little detective shouted to the old building: Is anyone there?

The old detective seemed to notice something abnormal. He put his finger on his lips and said softly: Shush.

The young detective didn't dare to speak anymore, so he was alert and picked up the electric baton on his waist.

The old detective saw that there was a small whirlwind in the corridor, slowly rolling with grass clippings and dust, which was very strange.

At that time, there was heavy fog, and there was usually no wind when it was fogging. The small whirlwind blew against the ground was strange. The whirlwind swept the fog and tended to grow bigger. This counterclockwise air vortex lowered from the cloud-like fog to the ground and moved irregularly.

The young detective was wearing a pair of big-headed leather shoes. The old detective was about to remind him, but the young detective stepped on the small whirlwind.

The whirlwind disappeared immediately, and there was a vast white area around it, fog swaying, as if it was not in the world.

The little detective asked: Master, what's wrong?

The old detective comforted himself: It's okay, we must believe in materialism, the scientific outlook on development, and not superstitious.

After the old detective said that, the little detective became even more scared.

The old castle-like building in front of them seemed even more gloomy and terrifying in the night and thick fog.

The door was locked from the inside and pushed it, without moving.

The old detective knocked on the door and shouted: Who called the police?

The little detective gave himself courage and said: Open the door, we belong to the Public Security Bureau.

The door was silent and no one seemed to live in it. The master and apprentice also felt that calling the police might be a prank. But they thought, since they were here, just check it out. Even if someone lied to report the police, they would always confirm it.

The door of the old building was locked. Two policemen used flashlights to check, and the windows on the first floor were completely blocked by bricks.

The old criminal policeman shines the window on the second floor with a flashlight and says: Go in from the second floor and take a look.

The little detective gave up and said: Why don’t we call more people when we go back?

The old detective said: What are you doing tossing your colleagues in the middle of the night? Let’s take a look first.

There are four windows on the second floor. The young detective used a flashlight to shine one by one, thinking about which window to climb in. When he saw the window near the corner of the wall, a shadow seemed to flash by.

The little detective shouted: There is someone there!

The old detective shone the window with a flashlight, and couldn't see anything unusual. He said: You're dazed. The detective said: Master, I really don't dare to go in. Otherwise, you can go in and take a look. If it's okay, we'll hurry back.

The old detective said: Don’t play tricks with me, you kid, you can also let the master take the lead. Young people need to experience more and be timid as policemen.

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The young detective had to grit his teeth and climb to the top of the corridor with the pillars. There were many bamboo poles above the corridor, and some dried vines spread. If in summer, the corridor was green, there would be ripe grapes hanging down. The young detective stepped on the bamboo pole on it, and the old detective shone with a flashlight below to remind him to be careful. The young detective walked to the end of the corridor and reached out to open the window. A strange smell came to the nose. There were curtains behind the window, so he couldn't see the situation inside. The young detective was unable to get off, so he had to give himself courage. He put the flashlight into his pocket, pulled the windowsill with both hands, jumped, and crawled through the window.

The detective felt that his foot had stepped on something, and he stood there and dared not move.

The old detective shouted downstairs: Is there any situation?

The room was pitch black. The little policeman took out a flashlight from his pocket and slowly pushed the curtain with his other hand. When he saw a corner of the white skirt, his hands couldn't help but tremble. Could it be that behind the curtain was a woman in a white skirt?

The more the detective thought about it, the more scared he became. He vaguely felt that a woman in a white dress was hanging in front of the window, or a female ghost in white behind the curtain. His hands were fighting, and the flashlight accidentally fell to the ground.

When the old detective saw that the lights were gone, he anxiously asked him what was wrong.

The little detective picked up the flashlight and pulled the curtain open. He saw that it was a small utility room with a clothes hanger behind the curtain, and a white skirt was hung on it, and the corners of the skirt fluttered in the wind.

A false alarm was caused, and the little 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, thinking it was his sweat, so he walked forward carefully, feeling his feet sinking in, as if he was stepping on tofu.

He shone the ground with a flashlight, and couldn't help but tremble all over. Ah——the little detective screamed loudly!

The blood solidified on the ground of the room was like tofu, and when stepped on it, it seemed to be trapped in red mud. Even if the detective had no experience in detecting, he realized that so much blood must be flowing out of at least several people's bodies. The flashlight just fell into the condensed blood clot, and the little detective's hands were sticky and smooth and covered in blood.

The old criminal police climbed into the window and immediately reported the situation to the bureau. The forensic doctor and a team of criminal police arrived.

After preliminary investigation, there was human blood on the ground of the room, with at least six dead people, and there were only four people in the Lin family’s household registration book.

There are no bodies in the room, and no one has rented this building for a long time.

The total amount of human blood is about 8% of the body weight. For example, a person weighs 50 kilograms, and a blood of 4 kilograms, and 6 people have 25 kilograms of blood. In this small and covered room full of debris, there are at least 25 kilograms of human blood, which condense into tofu.

Like a hawker selling tofu, the forensic doctor dug out a square piece of human blood tofu from the ground with an organ knife, and then held it in his palm to observe carefully. The solidified blood clot trembled slowly and was heavy. The blood of six people mixed together and condensed into tofu on the ground of the narrow room.

The little detective said: Where did so many people’s blood come from?

The old detective said: A major murder case!
Chapter completed!