Zuo Zhong walked into the room, and a little spy pointed to the bed: "Section Chief, the body is on the bed. We have not moved it. There is blood on the ground and bed."
Needless to say, Zuo Zhong also smelled a strong smell of blood, which seemed to be mixed with a faint smell of perfume. Has a woman lived in this house?
Look at the rose-red curtains and the empty leather bag on the ground. Is this what Zhu Jisheng is protecting as a treasure? But even Mr. Rabbit wouldn't use such coquettish colors.
Zuo Zhong Xiangxiang walked to the bed, frowned at the scene in front of him, and lay on the bed in a prone position, with his upper body and head hanging naturally under the bed.
There was a pool of bleeding from an unknown cause just below the head. The blood had completely coagulated. It seemed that at least ten minutes had passed since the bleeding.
After human blood is separated from the body, it will be affected by room temperature and will coagulate within ten minutes at the earliest. This is a simple forensic common sense.
In addition to blood, there was a big jujube that had been bitten under the bed. The damaged surface had been oxidized, and there was still a lot of it in the fruit plate on the desk.
At this time, Wu Chunyang walked in and handed Zuo Zhong a set of protective equipment: "Section Chief, according to Dr. Ling's requirements, we must wear them when entering and leaving the scene."
"Well, you come and take pictures."
Zuo Zhong said as he put on the mask, gloves, hat, shoe covers and white coat. Although it was made of linen, it was considered professional.
Wu Chunyang asked the others to leave first. He also wore protective equipment, held the camera himself, and photographed various scenes in the house from various angles.
The focus was on the person lying on the bed. He took dozens of photos until he confirmed that all the original postures of the other person were recorded, and nodded to the left point.
Zuo Zhong approached the bed and touched the other person's neck, confirming that there was no pulse. The cold touch and stiff body showed that the other person was indeed dead.
And he had been dead for at least an hour, otherwise the coldness and rigor mortis wouldn't be so obvious. He grabbed the corpse's shoulders with both hands and pulled it back hard.
The corpse was lying on the bed in a strange posture. Zhu Jisheng, the second lieutenant officer of the 88th Division, had his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes dull.
"md, I was shocked."
Zuo Zhong frowned. Zhu Jisheng, the suspected spy, was dead. He died miserably, with traces of bleeding from his eyes, nose and mouth.
The rigor mortis throughout his body pushed his death time forward by four hours, because rigor mortis usually appears 1 to 3 hours after death, spreads throughout the body at 4 to 6 hours, and reaches its peak at 12 to 16 hours.
In other words, Zhu Jisheng died before three o'clock in the afternoon. The cause of death was unknown, but Zuo Zhong looked at the half-eaten green dates on the ground and made a guess.
After Zhu Jisheng arrived here from the military camp, he probably fell asleep directly. When he woke up, he was very thirsty and picked up the big green dates from the fruit plate.
After just one bite, this sweet fruit killed him. He couldn't even call for help. Of course, this was just Zuo Zhong's guess.
He put half of the green dates under the bed and the green dates on the table into the bag. The identification of the poison had to go to the laboratory, which relied on animal testing.
For example, if a dog eats bitter lentils, it will react in a few minutes and die in less than half an hour, but it will not be fatal to humans if they eat it.
Wu Chunyang approached the corpse and carefully took pictures of the expression on the other person's face, the clothes on his body, and the blood stains on his mouth and nose, and kept the evidence.
"Photograph these places clearly."
Zuo Zhong pointed to the bright red spots on the corpse's surface, the cherry-red auricles and earlobes, and the cyanosis on the face and lips.
The police academy taught some simple forensic science, and Yu Xingle also shared with him in the special training class various methods of identifying causes of death. These are all standard characteristics of cyanide poisoning.
However, he did not jump to conclusions. In intelligence work, preconceptions are taboo. Appearances cannot explain anything. Professional matters are left to professionals. It is Ling Sanping's job to confirm the cause of death.
"Click, click."
Wu Chunyang held the camera steadily and took pictures as required.
Zuo Zhong stretched out his hand and searched downwards from the other person's collar. He stopped when he touched the chest pocket of his shirt. There was something inside.
He unbuttoned and took out a booklet from his pocket, which was Zhu Jisheng's military ID card. It recorded approximate personal information, military rank, unit and position, and achievements.
Zuo Zhong looked at it carefully and saw that the content was consistent with the information they had collected, so he was about to put it down. However, when he held the cover with his hand, there seemed to be some slight bulges, as if there was something sandwiched in the middle.
He felt refreshed and touched it again. There was indeed a bulging feeling, so he rubbed the corners of the back page. The thick back cover leaked out of the interlayer. He gently tore it open and saw several slender objects.
Zuo Zhong carefully put these slender objects under the light and identified them. They were hair, women's long hair. He didn't realize that Zhu Jisheng was still a lover, and he actually started exchanging tokens.
The ancient Chinese believed that the body, hair and skin are inherited from the parents, so exchanging hair is a very prudent behavior, which represents loyalty. There is also a hair-tying ceremony at weddings. This is how the hair-tying ceremony comes about.
But after looking at it, Zuo Zhong felt that something was wrong. These hairs seemed to have fallen off naturally, and there were hair follicles at the roots. They were of different lengths. Perhaps Zhu Jisheng had hidden them secretly without the other party knowing.
And it was hidden so secretly, probably because he was afraid that the other party would find out. The relationship between Zhu Jisheng and the other party was a bit complicated and very secret. At least they did not discover this in their early intelligence collection.
So who is this woman?
There are very few women in the military camp. They work as translators and secretaries. They are close to the commander. The target is just a second lieutenant and deputy company commander who wants to pursue them, but I am afraid they are not qualified.
Of course, if Zhu Jisheng looked on the same level as Ling Sanping, it would be a different story. Let alone a second lieutenant, even if he was a top soldier, these female officers would pounce on him.
What's more important is that according to military regulations, women in the military camp are only allowed to have short hair, but the hair in front of him is long, which means that the woman he has made a lifelong relationship with is someone he met outside the military camp.
Zuo Zhong pulled both ends of the hair and gave it a little tug. It was not broken and was very strong. It looked shiny and smooth to the touch. Its owner should be a well-nourished young woman.
Youth is a very broad concept, but it can still be roughly defined. In this era, there are very few single women over 25 years old. Being able to date Zhu Jisheng means that the other person is an adult.
So 18 to 25 years old is reasonable.
Zuo Zhong put his hair into a small cloth bag and continued to fumble around. He found a wallet and a bunch of keys in his pants pocket. There were some banknotes in the wallet, but there were no other items.
He took out the money and tapped it. It was almost two hundred yuan, which was a second lieutenant's military salary for several months. The other party just put it in his wallet carelessly.
Zhu Jisheng must have other sources of income, otherwise he would not be able to afford such a house, let alone carry so much cash with him. This is inconsistent with his income and background.
Zuo Zhong put the things into the cloth bag and groped around the body. When he felt under the pillow, his expression changed. Sure enough, there was something there.
He slowly took out something. It was a Browning 1900. This thing was considered an antique in the Republic of China. Now both black and white use Browning 1910, which has smaller recoil and is more accurate.
But this is the same model of gun used by the Japanese at the ambush scene. More importantly, the accuracy is gone. It seems that the boss of Black Six is probably Zhu Jisheng. There is no such coincidence in the world.
No wonder he is so bold in selling tattered weapons with steel seals, and looks extremely vicious. He buys this compound, bribes his military colleagues, and sleeps with young women for free.
Zuo Zhong pulled the slide and the bullet fell onto the bed. How could a gun dealer be so virtuous? He slept with a loaded weapon on his pillow and was not afraid of misfire.
Wu Chunyang took several close-ups of the pistol and bullets. With this evidence, the Secret Service had sufficient reason to investigate Zhu Jisheng. No matter how protective the 88th Division was, it had to bow its head in the face of evidence.
In addition to the corpse and the bed, all other items in the house were checked, but there were only some men's items, what about the mysterious woman's items?
Zuo Zhong was confused. Could it be that Zhu Jisheng only met the other party occasionally and that the woman did not live here. This needs to be investigated clearly.
Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang surveyed the scene, while some of the other agents began to thoroughly search the yard, while others started questioning nearby neighbors.
The search work first made progress. A small agent found traces of excavation and burial in the backyard. He did not dare to destroy the scene and directly found Zuo Zhong.
Zuo Zhong, who was about to take off his protective equipment, rushed to the backyard after hearing the news. He looked at the disturbed soil with a thoughtful expression. Could it be another corpse?
He immediately ordered: "Dig!"
The agents dug with shovels, but only dug fifty centimeters, and a pale hand was exposed. This was just the beginning. As the excavation deepened, four bodies were discovered.
The corpses were all adult men. The cause of death was that they were shot in the body and head by guns. The one buried deepest among them was the long-missing gun dealer Hei Liu. The corpse was slightly decomposed.
Looking at the corpses lined up in a row, Zuo Zhong understood that the enemy this time was a cautious person, but also very cruel. He would not hesitate to kill five people, including Zhu Jisheng, in order to silence them.
He squatted down and used tweezers to poke the wound on Hei Liu's chest. The wound was large, and there were radial burn marks on the clothes around the edge of the wound. This should have been caused by a pistol shot at close range.
Hei Liu was shot in a vital part at such a close distance. Hei Liu probably died on the spot. He pushed his head to the side, and a swelling suddenly appeared on the back of his head. Zuo Zhong was thoughtful.
The first person the opponent killed was Hei Liu. Perhaps taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he suddenly drew a gun, put it to his chest and fired quickly, and then killed three of Hei Liu's men in a very short period of time.
In order to confirm the suspicion, Zuo Zhong asked his men to find some chopsticks from the kitchen and insert them into the wound of the corpse to confirm the angle of bullet entry. Wu Chunyang also came out to help after finishing the work in the house.
Soon, the three corpses except Hei Liu finished recording.
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I thought that from a biological point of view, life read almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its own internal cycles of growth and decay.
It begins with innocent childhood, followed by rough youth, rough attempts to adapt to mature society, with youthful enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions;
Later, they reach an adult period of intense activity, gain benefits from experience, and gain more experience from society and human nature;
In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character becomes mature, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant, cynical, and kind attitude toward life. manner;
Later, when we age, the endocrine glands reduce their activity. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age, we will adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
Then, this period in our minds is a period of peace, stability, leisure and contentment;
We should be able to experience the beauty of this rhythm of life, should be able to appreciate life's main themes, its conflicting melodies, and its final decisions like a grand symphony.
Finally the flame of life flickered out.
While he was lost in thought, the host brought out a plate, but it was not filled with tea or coffee, but a plate of jade.
Because my friend boasted to the owner that I was an expert, even though I tried to deny it truthfully, the owner just thought I was being humble and couldn’t wait to show me his collection for “appreciation”.
Life is in various shapes and forms. Some people once said that it is like a river of spring water, while others say that it is like a big tree. However, in Lin Yutang's writings, life is like a beautiful poem.
