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The car stopped in front of the unit where the accident happened, and the accident occurred on the fifth floor.

We got off the bus in two and a half shifts, a total of 29 people.

As soon as he stepped out of the car door, the smell of blood hit his face without warning, so thick that it almost knocked people down.

Everyone instinctively covered their noses, frowned, and then retched.

This is the smell of human blood.

There is also a hint of weird sweetness in the fresh fishy smell.

To avoid panic, the seven bodies were immediately taken away by ambulances and funeral home vehicles.

It is no longer enough to have a car from one unit.

The door of the unit is wide open, and a yellow cordon is drawn across the height of the door frame to isolate it.

Outside the gate, both the cement floor and the green grass were all dyed red, and there were all kinds of bloody footprints and bloody wheel marks on the ground.

I covered my mouth and nose, and my stomach was full. Driven by curiosity, I mustered up my will to take a closer look inside the unit door. I really regret it!

The elevator was out of service, and two comrades from the local police station were leading the victim's neighbors on a certain floor down the corridor.The young man supported his wife with one hand, hugged the child with the other, covered the child's eyes with a towel, and he and his wife were like soft-legged shrimps, supported by the police to move around.

The two policemen even opened umbrellas for them, and the umbrellas were covered with blood.

Seeing us getting out of the car, two young plainclothes criminal policemen who were standing far in front of the cordon walked up to one of them, saluted Tang Qing, and said, "Is it Tang Qing, Instructor Tang? Hello, hello, thank you for your support."

Tang Qing watched the situation at the entrance of the corridor and asked, "What's wrong?"

The plainclothes criminal policeman coughed dryly in the smell of blood and said: "All the residents have been evacuated, but this house sleeps... like a pig, and just knocked on the door. It's really frightening. Now, no matter what happens, everyone Residents are taken to the hospital first, and psychological counseling is given immediately."

"Where is the reporter?" Tang Qing asked with averted eyes.

"The reporter is also in the hospital. Passed out." The plainclothes policeman coughed twice again with nausea, covered his nose with his cuff, and insisted on reporting, "It's a young couple. Around 110:[-] When I got home, my husband first noticed red water flowing from the entrance of the corridor. He went in to take a look, and then passed out. The wife was so frightened that she dialed [-] and went in to check. This little girl is very courageous. The police described that the second floor stairs The body of a female victim was half hung on the door. While talking to the police officer, she walked all the way to the fifth floor along the bloodstains. At the scene of the first crime, which was the victim's house, she took a look at the door and passed out at the door. "

"Where's Captain Guo?" Tang Qing asked him again.

"Team Guo is upstairs. There are not enough manpower. He is on guard at the scene himself." The plainclothes criminal policeman frowned, and reached for his cell phone from his front: "I'll call to see if he can come down."

Tang Qing said decisively: "No, let's go up."

"I need someone to go upstairs with me." Tang Qing turned around and came to ask us to help the people who had heard it petrified.

The murder scene must have been horrific.

Also, I really want to vomit.

My stomach was overwhelmed, and the heat suddenly rushed to my chest and blocked my throat. I couldn't bear it anymore, and I couldn't help stepping out of the line.

"Okay, Kitten Huang, it's you." Tang Qing said.

I vomited on the grass next to me with a "wow".

Everyone looked sideways and sighed endlessly, some were relieved, and some were annoyed that they volunteered too slowly.

"Shi Sanchun, come out!" Tang Qing called Shi Sanchun, the squad leader, to the side, introduced him to the plainclothes criminal police, and said: "Listen to the command of the local police comrades, and lead everyone to do a good job in the investigation and screening work in and around the community. As soon as you have a clue, report it immediately."

"Yes!" Shi Sanchun accepted the order in the face of danger.

"Huang Xiaomao, come with me." Tang Qing turned around.

How did I walk into this building? My legs couldn’t answer. It didn’t seem like I walked in, but the trembling hairs all over my body subconsciously rubbed against the air and carried me in.

Two elevators were out of service.

In the corridor, there is a pool of blood on the big beach. The blood has not yet clotted, and it is still falling from a height drop by drop rhythmically, like a rain of blood.

I tried not to look at it, and followed Tang Qing's footsteps, where she stepped, I stepped on it, not going to destroy the scene again.

In the corridor, there are large and small bloody handprints on the wall, and bloody footprints on the ground are also numerous and messy, which shows what kind of terror and fright the residents in the entire building experienced at that time.

When I came to the fifth floor, the smell of blood became stronger, and I suddenly realized that I was holding Tang Qing's clothes tightly.

Tang Qing stood still at the entrance of the floor, and I hurriedly let go. She tucked the back of her skirt back into her trouser waist and continued walking.

"Huh? Instructor Tang is here?" In front of the victim's house, Guo Jun, head of the criminal investigation team of the local Public Security Bureau, recognized our black training uniforms from a distance and walked over.

"Captain Guo, thank you for your hard work." Tang Qing saluted.

Guo Jun lowered his eyes and smiled, his forehead was wrinkled. He snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and put it in a plastic bag: "I can't bear it either..." He shook his head, "I told them young people to stand underneath... The scene, the old detective vomited."

Tang Qing and Guo Jun then exchanged personnel arrangements, and then made a call to the two local criminal police downstairs to inform them, and then talked about the case: "You have also seen the situation of the elevator and the corridor, the scene can be said to be sabotage. Exhausted. The condition of the house was well preserved, because it was too bloody, and no one dared to go in. We took pictures at the first time, and then removed the corpses. One of the female corpses was in the corridor, and the other female corpse was in the elevator, going up and down with the elevator. There was also the body of a young male, stuck in the elevator door."

Guo Jun waved behind him, motioning for a police officer with a camera to come over.

He also said: "There are obvious signs of theft in the house, including the wallet of the deceased. Most of the valuables, necklaces, jewelry, etc., have disappeared. Surveillance video for identification."

I didn't listen carefully to what Guo Jun and the others said, and I couldn't concentrate more and more.

The smell on the fifth floor can be said to be that there is no oxygen.

As if in the frozen blood, the fish breathes like a fish, and with every breath, the blood is filtered in the lungs.

There were long, long bloodstains on the ground, and it was also trampled by footprints, which should have been left by the victim when he crawled.I couldn't help but walked a few steps forward along the bloodstains, and finally stopped when I reached the door of the house where the crime occurred.

It’s hard to say what kind of power this is, it’s like holding a live video of a torrent, tsunami or earthquake, knowing that it is a disaster, obviously not wanting to watch it, afraid to watch it, but can’t help but watch it.

The room was in a mess, there were bloodstains everywhere, as if someone had rushed into the room with a vat full of thick blood and splashed it wantonly.

I felt nauseous looking at it, my legs were limp when I heard it, and I froze by the door in a daze, forgetting to move.

Shura hell.

The kitchen can be seen from the door of the room. The walls and cabinets of the kitchen are like a corner of a slaughterhouse where animals have been slaughtered.

At this time, someone patted me on the shoulder. As the chief instructor, I should not be standing here.

"Yes... yes... yes, it's a vendetta!..." I suddenly pulled back from my self-consciousness and couldn't help blurting out.

"Oh? You think so?"

The voice is old, calm, and even a little too rational.

Not Tang Qing, not Guo Jun, but a tall, gray-haired old man.

The old man is leaning on a cane in his right hand, thin but energetic, and in such an environment, his eyes are still natural and calm.

"Yellow kitten! Talk nonsense." Tang Qing came over, pulled me, and put me behind her.

"Professor Zhong." Tang Qing nodded respectfully to the old man.

Captain Guo Jun also stepped forward, and said attentively: "Professor Zhong, take a look, this is the scene of the crime, come here, and give you shoe covers."

The policeman with the camera hurriedly took out a pair of brand new blue shoe covers and presented them, but Professor Zhong put both hands on the crutches, turned away, just stared at me, and said slowly: "Tell me."

"...Blind, just guessing..." I hid behind Tang Qing, blushing, ashamed of my slip of the tongue.

"You have to have a basis for guessing. Have you seen the corpse? Why did you guess?" Professor Zhong asked calmly, but there seemed to be a sense of reproach between the lines.

Guo Jun and the others looked at me sympathetically, and Tang Qing gently squeezed my arm.

But somewhere in my heart I became firm.

"I haven't seen the corpse, I don't need to look at the corpse." I said.

"Huh? You little comrade!" Guo Jun hurriedly looked at Professor Zhong's face.

With the sound of footsteps, three young men, two men and one woman, came in the corridor and stood behind Professor Zhong.

"This is my student." Professor Zhong said, "Don't be afraid, come and talk about it."

The three young men looked at me suspiciously.

When riding a tiger, Tang Qing said, "Little Cat Huang, whatever Professor Zhong asks you, just answer."

I gave Tang Qing a light tug and pushed back in front of Professor Zhong.In my opinion, Instructor Tang's desire to win once again occupied the peak of reason in her mind.

Just talk about it, whoever said it before said too much, accidentally said something.

I held my breath, looked into the bloody hall again, and then closed my eyes.

In my mind, the image of the hall is still there.

It's just overwhelming, those bloodstains of various shapes, static and moving, blood stains, blood stains no longer exist as disgusting thick blood, they are water, they are ink, they are reds of different colors, they are victims. The last imprint left by the author's struggling pen.

I used to ink, and the ink dripped when I hesitated.

I splashed the long river at the foot of the mountain, splashing out the direction of the dragon and snake.

It is also frivolous and freehand, dragging the surging mountains and rivers to the dry pen, and then calm down, sweeping the water traces lightly, and continuing with smudges for thousands of generations.

I opened my eyes, and my eyes were filled with vermilion ink.

"Look here." Without waiting for Professor Zhong to continue to ask questions, I said firmly: "This outer hall facing the gate, I think this is the first place where the fight happened."

Everyone stretched their heads and looked in.

I pointed to a pool of blood drops on the floor, and continued: "This is the place where the victim was attacked by the murderer. When the blood dripped, the blood spots on the ground had round edges, and each drop of blood spots had the same diameter, indicating that When the victim was attacked and the murder weapon was inserted into the body, the victim was very puzzled and surprised, so the victim stood still, and the blood flowed out and dripped, in a state of free fall, forming a perfect round drop."

"At the same time, I judge that the murder weapon is probably not a knife, but a hammer. It is a hammer head on one side, and a pointed point that can pick up nails on the other side, which is the kind of beak-shaped downward curved head." I said He pointed to the second pool of blood that overlapped with the first pool of blood: "The blood spots here are half small and half large, and they have the characteristics of shaking. I guess, the murderer first attacked with a sharp point and inserted it into the victim's body. Judging from the size of the blood drop, it might be as high as the chest cavity. Then I pulled out the pointed end and hammered it with the other end. As a result, the two ends of the hammer were stained with blood, and the murderer held it in his hand. Because of the same amount of blood, the blood dripping from the pointed tip must be less than the dripping from the blunt tip each time, and the speed is faster, so the blood spots are also smaller and denser.”

I was completely in the mood to analyze the blood purely based on what I had learned about the properties of ink over the years.

At least, I'm not that scared anymore.

Everyone was dumbfounded, only Professor Zhong followed the rhythm and said, "So, what happened afterwards?"

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Bloody third watch! ORZ