Chapter 154 Cold Heart
The air conditioner in the forensic office is very cold, but Jin Haoguang’s heart is even colder.
He stood nervously against the wall like a pupil who had made a mistake. Li Sheng stood opposite him, holding a Glock pistol in his hand, frowning as he examined the woman's body parked on the autopsy table. .
Judging from the appearance, this female corpse is undoubtedly Jiang Shaoxi, the wife of Jiang Wanyong, who disappeared mysteriously a week ago. The clothes she was wearing were consistent with the photos in the mobile phone gallery.
Li Sheng suddenly asked: "Did the person who sent the body mention the time, cause and place of death of Jiang Shaoxi?"
Jin Haoguang was shocked and subconsciously replied: "I mentioned that the cause of death was an overdose of sleeping pills one day before the time of death. The location was an uninhabited apartment in Gangnam District, Seoul - where Ms. Jiang lived when she first got married. "
Jin Haoguang reported a list of addresses. In Jiang Wanyong's mobile phone album, there are indeed photos of the couple living in a small dilapidated house when they were young, poor but happy. At that time, their eldest daughter had just been born.
Li Sheng observed the dried vomit remaining at the corner of the corpse's mouth, thoughtfully.
Sleeping pills are made with emetic materials such as ipecophene added. Ingesting a small amount is fine, but ingesting a large amount at one time will produce a strong vomiting reaction.
Those who try to commit suicide by swallowing sleeping pills will vomit while sleeping in a state of confusion, and then their own vomit will get stuck in the throat and cause suffocation. The whole process is definitely not peaceful and painless, let alone painful. Dignified.
Li Sheng reached out and pinched the arm of the corpse, and found that it felt stiff to the touch, and it was not stiff like rigor mortis.
He raised his eyebrows, and under Jin Haoguang's shocked eyes, he casually picked up an anatomical scalpel and slashed downward along the center line of the lower edge of the corpse's mandible.
The scalpel was extremely sharp and cut through the clothing, skin, pleura, and diaphragm neatly, exposing the chest and abdominal cavity.
Clang.
Jin Haoguang's face turned pale and he took two steps back in fright. In panic, he swept his palms across the table and swept the paper and pen on the table to the ground.
Internal organs, all the internal organs in the chest and abdomen of Jiang Shaoxi's corpse were missing.
"Don't be nervous, this is not a person, it's just a mannequin."
Li Sheng put his hand into the abdominal cavity of the mannequin and pressed it, and found that it was made of silicone. The eyeball is a prosthetic eye made of special glass, the bones are made of glass fiber and carbon fiber, and the hair is a high-end wig glued together.
The production cost of a super high-end human model like this, which is almost realistic, is at least tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Only a few companies in the world, including Hollywood special effects studios, are capable of doing it.
The question is, is this necessary?
Jiang Wanyong and his wife are ordinary people who came to the big city from a small town to work hard. They don't have any extraordinary financial background, and they don't usually provoke anyone they shouldn't.
Why did the murderer behind Jiang Shaoxi’s disappearance spend a lot of money and go to such great lengths to create a mannequin to serve as a corpse to hide the public’s eyes?
Wouldn’t it be better to just let Jiang Shaoxi remain missing?
You must know that South Korea is a country with a large number of missing persons. Every year, there are 50,000 cases of missing adults reported. On average, the bodies of five people who died after running away from home are recovered across the country every day.
Jiang Shaoxi is just one of them, why bother to create a suicide scene and only increase the risk.
[The first-stage mission goal has been completed]
[The second-stage mission goal: find Jiang Shaoxi]
[Task time limit: 2 hours]
[Task reward: 100 experience points Point]
[Punishment for mission failure: staying in the script world]
Li Sheng listened to the system broadcast that sounded at the right time, put the mannequin into the backpack rail, suddenly turned his head and looked at Jin Haoguang, "Director Jin, are you afraid of the cold?"
Jin Haoguang's face became increasingly pale. , stammered: "Please, please don't kill me, I still have family, and I only know Song Canhui and those people, and I have never done anything bad with them."
Li Sheng didn't listen to him Nonsense, hit him on the side of the forehead with a hand knife, knocking him unconscious, then took away Jin Haoguang's mobile phone and car keys, cut his hands behind his back, tied his thumbs and wrists with plastic ties, and finally threw him into the subzero temperature He lay down in a cubicle in the morgue and closed the cubicle door.
In order to prevent Jin Haoguang from waking up and shouting for help, Li Sheng stuffed a towel into his mouth - some kidnappers in movies and TV shows just use a rag to block the hostage's mouth, which doesn't work. Yes, the hostage can spit it out easily.
The towel must be balled up into a ball and stuffed into the hostage's mouth. In this way, due to the limited arc of the mouth opening, the mouth cannot use force to spit out the towel.
At the same time, the softness and hardness of the towel and the position of the tongue must be taken into consideration to avoid overstuffing, causing the hostage to suffocate, or pressing the base of the tongue to cause vomiting. The whole principle is actually similar to not putting a light bulb in your mouth.
Li Sheng walked out of the morgue, came to the surface parking lot, got into Jin Haoguang's car, and drove into the bustling city.
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Gangnam District, the most important and prosperous commercial area in Seoul.
Under the white chandelier in the basement, there are rows of long tables. Men and women wearing only underwear and breathing masks are sitting behind the tables, processing and packaging white powder like a factory assembly line.
Although South Korea has always claimed to be a "drug-free country" and "drug-free country", those are just slogans.
After World War II, the US military base in South Korea gave birth to the industry chain of pornography, gambling and drugs. South Korea's rapid economic development and repressive social atmosphere have greatly activated the market.
So much so that contraband including methamphetamine and ketamine can be detected in every sewage treatment plant in South Korea.
Under the calm surface, evil silently breeds.
A middle-aged man named Song Canhui, who once served as section chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, was inspecting the underground factory like a leader. He suddenly raised his finger and pointed at a Southeast Asian woman, motioning her to stand up, "You, follow me."< br>
The Southeast Asian woman who was called trembled, stood up stiffly, and followed Song Canhui towards the secret room at the end of the underground factory.
There are a large number of foreign workers in South Korea, and most of them can only do so-called "3D" jobs that Koreans are unwilling to do, that is, dirty, difficult, and dangerous jobs. And because South Korea’s policy stipulates that foreign workers need to obtain permission from their employer to change jobs, this puts them at a disadvantage and is often exploited, discriminated against, and abused.
The furnishings of the secret room are relatively simple, with a bed and a simple bathroom separated by a glass barrier.
“Go take a shower first.”
Song Canhui's tone could not be refused and he pushed the Southeast Asian woman into the bathroom.
The smell of the drug manufacturing assembly line is foul. Employees are required to wear underwear not only to prevent someone from carrying drugs, but also to facilitate the removal of body odor.
'Today, I went to the police station'
While waiting for the woman to wash off, Song Canhui looked at the light bulb on the ceiling, his eyes slightly absent-minded, and he couldn't help but recall that he had just left the hospital more than 20 years ago. When I graduated from the Seoul Police Academy.
At that time, I was full of ambitions, thinking about making a name for myself and upholding justice. But reality slapped him hard.
All colleagues in the police station default to beating criminal suspects with no background. The top police officers are in cahoots with wealthy businessmen and powerful people. The villain who flatters his superiors and bullies his subordinates can rise all the way up, but his senior police officer who sticks to the bottom line is squeezed and suppressed at every turn, and finally dies on the front line of fighting crime. Even after his death, his family members will not receive the support they deserve. Assure.
After witnessing all this, Song Canhui, who was once full of ideals, has died. Gradually, he has become acquainted with the light and the evil.
Retired from the position of section chief of the Police Department and was He was hired by a good businessman to help him manage this underground drug manufacturing factory. Everything is so natural.
Crack.
The lights suddenly went out and the room fell into darkness.
Song Canhui was stunned, suddenly stood up from the bed, went to the door and looked out.
In order to prevent accidents, the drug manufacturing factory specially purchased a backup diesel generator to provide seamless power supply.
The lights outside are also out.
The male and female employees wearing only underwear had no idea what was going on. A dozen factory security guards held flashlights in one hand and machetes and baseball bats in the other to keep everyone quiet.
At the entrance at the end of the factory, there is a staircase extending upwards, leading to a thick explosion-proof iron door. There should be several guards outside the iron door. Responsible for not letting anyone in or out.
In the suffocating silence, dripping blood seeped in from under the explosion-proof iron door and continued to spread along the downward steps. It quickly accumulated into a puddle of blood.
Squeak——Yeah——
The explosion-proof iron door slowly opened. Due to the blind spot, everyone could only see a pair of police boots at the end of the stairs.
(End of this chapter)