The devil in our hearts turns this world into hell.

——Oscar Wilde

1

In front of the abandoned factory building, there were more than a dozen blue and white police cars parked on the side of the road. The flashing police lights and snow-white car light beams rendered this secluded place like a colorful night market.

The factory was filled with stench. More than a dozen people squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms, and there were more than a dozen policemen with live ammunition standing next to them.

"Did you say you have your conscience?" said the police officer in charge, "You guys will be retribution sooner or later!"

He walked to a rusty iron bucket, knocked on the wall of the bucket with a telescopic baton, and made a "bang bang" sound from it.

"What are these?" The police officer frowned, leaned his head into the bucket, and immediately retching twice, "What a disgusting thing, do you let it return to the common people's dining table, have you given it a conscience to the dog?"

"It's all for restaurants. If you don't go out and you can't get corrupt, you can't eat it." A thin man muttered.

"What are you saying?" the police officer glared at him, "How do I know that the canteen contracted by our unit does not require gutter oil?"

The provincial capital Longfan City secretly launched the "Fighting Four Blacks and Eliminating Four Worms" campaign in just one day, and this underground den that produces gutter oil was discovered. So it carried out an arrest operation overnight, destroying the evil nest of black hearts in one fell swoop.

Based on imagination, I couldn't imagine how disgusting the bucket of water was, and how disgusting the smell was piled in a confined space. The captain of the security brigade, who was responsible for the arrest, entered this place where flies were flying around and sewage flowed. The only word he could think of was shocking.

The captain picked up a spoonful of scoops and scooped a spoonful of water, hung it up in the air and slowly poured it back into the bucket, and said, "You see it yourself, see it yourself! Can this be eaten by others? In the old society, I will put this thing in your mouth."

After pouring a spoonful of water, a yellow object was still deposited at the bottom of the spoon.

The captain looked carefully and felt familiar.

He turned to ask the Environmental Protection Bureau officials around him: "Have you ever seen such thick chicken claws?"

In order to master more criminal investigation skills, I was sent to a criminal police squadron in Beihuan County for a year to train. Although the criminal police life is gorgeous, it is also trivial. During the year, most of the year I spent mediating civil disputes, arresting suspects of battery trucks, and investigating cases of robbing bags at night.

Occasionally, there are some ridiculous things. For example, a woman quarreled with her husband and was slapped by her husband. She came to the criminal police team to report the case. After hearing this, we said that this was not ours. The woman said, "Who is the criminal police?" Is it the women's federation?" For example, a man ran to the criminal police team to report the case and said that his wife was abducted and trafficked. We spent a lot of effort to investigate and found out that the so-called "wife" had already been married, and the original husband came to the door to take her home.

My love for forensics prompted me to go to the county bureaus often to participate in the investigation of accidental murders. In a county town, there are only a few murders a year, and the speed of solving them is very fast. However, it may be that I was rather dark. Just two months after I was sent, a murder case that caused a sensation in the Ministry of Public Security occurred in the Beihuan County town. Fortunately, it was finally solved. 1 [1. The case in Beihuan County, see Spider's "Ten Crimes 4".

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In this way, after a year of grassroots criminal police career, I returned to the hall and felt happy and unacceptable. I was happy that I could investigate difficult cases again and no longer have to be involved in trivial matters. What I was not comfortable with was that staying up late in the criminal police team was common, but after I came back, I returned to my normal daily life, but my body was not used to it.

That night, when I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep, the phone ringed accordingly. The bell rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Who is so late? You're not at home for a year, and I'm not used to the phone ringing in the middle of the night."

I grabbed the microphone and my heart beat a little excited: "Hey, Master? It's okay, I haven't sleeped. OK, I'll be there!"

"What case?" I got into the car and asked, "So urgent?"

The master looked at me and smiled and said, "I want to know that you haven't slept yet in the middle of the night. What are you doing? Haven't you been back for a few days? Is it better than the newlyweds?"

I gave my master a blank look and changed the topic: "How many have you killed?"

"Not many killed." The master said seriously, "When the municipal security department checked the gutter oil, he found a chicken claw."

"Chicken's claws?" I was confused.

"Yes," said the master, "it's still fried."

No matter how I asked, the master always smiled but didn't say anything. As the car bumped, we could easily find this remote factory located in the suburbs.

"What a big deal." I said.

There are always a large number of police cars pulling sirens and roaring at the scene with lights. In fact, that is just the directors’ imagination. If you catch a prisoner with such a big noise, even a mouse will be scared away. There is a principle that we appear on the scene, so we always come and go back secretly. Such large-scale arrests are indeed rare.

We carried our respective investigation boxes and jumped out of the criminal site investigation vehicle. Suddenly, a man with a microphone and wearing small glasses jumped out from somewhere and said, "I am a reporter from the TV station. Are you a forensic doctor? Do you also need a forensic doctor to crack down on gutter oil?"

The reporter's enthusiasm really shocked me. He leaned the black microphone hard toward my mouth. The master interrupted the reporter's question like a cannon and said, "Hey, buddy, do you want to stuff this thing into his mouth?"

The reporter scratched his head awkwardly, and we took this opportunity to step into the warning belt.

In the factory, the special police have begun to search each suspect, handcuffed, and are ready to escort them into the car. Only two police officers who look in charge squatted head-on on the ground, surrounding a bowl on the ground, chatting. From the erectile squatting, one is a first-level police superintendent and the other is a second-level police supervisor.

"Look, this has texture, can it be a fingerprint?" said the first-level superintendent.

"Yes." The second-level police inspector nodded, "This white place should be the traces left by the nails."

"You said, could it be a chicken claw?" said the first-level superintendent.

"It looks a bit like the fried chicken feet sold in a braised food store." The second-level police inspector said, "It's just a bit thicker."

The two of them were discussing it in an instant. When they turned around, they found that the master was standing behind me quietly. They were so scared that they staggered: "Oh my god, why are you walking without sound? What are you doing?"

The master smiled and shook the scene investigation certificate.

The two policemen saluted and said, "Hello Director Chen, I have long admired Daming. I have seen you for the first time today."

"This is Chief Qin of the Forensic Department, and that is Lin Tao of the Side Examination Department." The master introduced.

We shook hands separately.

"What's the situation?" asked the master.

"Oh, our brigade just now killed a criminal gang that made gutter oil." The first-level police superintendent pointed to the second-level police superintendent beside him and said, "Our brigade captain accidentally found something floating in a bucket."

The master lifted his trouser legs, squatted beside the bowl with a buttery thing, and said, "Is this the thing?"

"We are telling whether it is a human finger or a chicken claw." The first-level superintendent smiled shyly.

"If you don't know what's clear, let's do it?" I muttered.

"Nonsense," said the master, "Everyone can tell what we forensic doctors do?"

I scratched my head, squatted down, and looked at the things in the bowl.

There was a yellow column in the bowl. I stretched out my fingers to compare, which was much thinner than mine. But when I looked closely, although there were obvious signs of fried frying on the surface of the object, I could still see the texture. There were two obvious bends in the middle of the object, which divided it into three sections, which looked like a joint.

I took out tweezers from the box, picked up the object and looked at it: "Oh, it's hard to tell. It's human fingers, it's too thin and shorter; it's chicken claws, it's a little thicker."

The master said: "If it is a woman's finger, it is completely possible to contract after being fryed. 1. Contracture generally refers to the continuous contraction of elastic muscle tissue for various reasons. In the living body, it may be caused by drugs, and in the corpse, it also refers to some destructive factors that cause the muscle to lose tension and toughness, contract, shrink, and shorten. For example, in the fire field, the muscle contracts by heat.

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After hearing this, my scalp tightened: "Oil...fried corpse?"

The master ignored my horrified expression and said, "Then, tell me, how do you determine if this is a human finger?"

I was stunned for a while, and when my master turned around and stared at me, I came to my senses: "Ah? Oh, this is not difficult, right? DNA test."

DNA tests can not only conduct the same identification, but also conduct ethnic identification. Even plants have their own unique DNA.

"Oh!" The two officers suddenly realized.

"Oh what," the master gave them a blank look, turned to me and said, "Do you do DNA? Then do I have to ask you?"

It is really a shameful thing to be easily questioned by the master in front of so many people. Forensic students tend to learn more in school forensic pathology. On the one hand, forensic pathology is fresh and exciting, and on the other hand, it is also the most basic subject of forensic. Distinguishing race is a boring category of forensic anthropology.

I quickly read through the limited forensic anthropology knowledge in my mind, but found no relevant knowledge content. So I could only shake my head shyly.

The master was a little disappointed and snorted: "Look at books more often. Maybe you think some small problems are not important, and you will lose the chain at critical moments."

The master put on gloves, opened the investigation box, took out two hemostatic forceps, handed me one, took out another scalpel handle, and installed the blade.

The master raised his knife and quickly cut the surface on one side of the object, revealing a little red muscles and white ligaments below it. The object is very small and cannot be fixed, so the separation of soft tissue on the surface of the object is very fine, requiring extremely strong patience and knife skills.

It took half an hour for the old master, and he was so tired that he sweated heavily before he picked up the bones in the object.

"Huh..." The master sighed, "Okay, you fight the four blacks and eliminate the four evils and have a tragic murder case!"

"What do you mean..." said the captain, "Is it a human finger?"

After saying that, the captain couldn't help but retching.

The master nodded and said, "Fingers are one of the more characteristic forms of bones that humans have. During the evolution of humans, the phalanx bones become shorter, but in order to make their hands more flexible, the joint surface is relatively large. This is the standard human phalanx."

I used hemostatic forceps to clamp the soft tissue that was pinched off, which was very hard.

"I get it." I said, "The soft tissue is lost so much moisture, so it will cause severe contractures and feel much smaller than normal fingers."

The master nodded and said, "Then, notify the criminal police department and all the staff will be dispatched."

I know what Master meant: Fried corpses is a rare and extremely inhumane method of destroying corpses. Now that information is developed, and there are reporters outside, this horrifying case will definitely be seen in the headlines of major newspapers in the morning of the morning, which will inevitably cause an uproar. We must solve the case as soon as possible.

Ten minutes later, the security police and special police in the factory had escorted all the suspects who had made gutter oil away, and more criminal police officers came in the scene.

Several on-site investigators wore various eye masks to look for some suspicious traces on the scene. Dozens of criminal police were searching in some corners of the factory. The master stood in the middle of the factory with his hips on his hips, looked around, and said, "The top priority is that there is a very difficult task."

A loud voice echoed in the factory, and everyone stopped their work and looked at the master.

The master swallowed and said, "Brothers are going to suffer. What we need to do now is to sift out all the dregs from these dozens of scattered buckets."

Most of the police were in a difficult situation. Working in this stinking space is already difficult enough, not to mention that they have to sift out all the disgusting dregs from buckets of stenched water. This must be the most disgusting thing these detectives have done in their lives.

At this moment, Dabao ran in with a big bag, and panted for a long time.

"That... Master, you got what you want." Dabao said, "The owner of that medical supplies store was awakened by the sound of my kicking the door."

The master opened the bag, and there were dozens of white coats inside. The master picked up one, put it on first, and said with a smile: "In order for you to go home and not be disliked by your wife, I have prepared this for you."

2

Under the leadership of the master, dozens of criminal police officers began the difficult work. We numbered each bucket of water, and then three people in groups, each group was responsible for a bucket of water. One person scooped out the bucket of water, one person took a sieve, and the last person looked for suspicious human tissue from the sifted impurities. The master wandered between each group and provided necessary forensic guidance.

As soon as the slurry was stirred, the smell became stronger and soon filled the entire factory. Some investigators could not bear the stench and stretched their heads aside and vomited. However, as they vomited, they soon got used to vomiting.

Three hours passed without realizing it. Only two groups of people, and only two of them sifted out suspicious human tissue. A total of twenty-one pieces were cut into the size of a mobile phone. Some had bones and could be directly identified as human tissue, while others only had fried deformed muscle and fat tissue. Only through DNA tests can we determine whether it was human tissue.
To be continued...