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Chapter 149 - 129: Identity of the Deceased, Strange Sixth Sense

Chapter 149: Chapter 129: Identity of the Deceased, Strange Sixth Sense

"Brian, can you explain what the traces we found earlier represent?"

Green said, eagerly.

Some he understood, some he did not.

When it came to the domain of autopsy traces, he was completely clueless.

Brian nodded, pointed at the female cadaver’s nostrils and the lungs placed aside, and after educating Green about some symptoms of drug addicts, he pointed to other parts of the deceased:

"These simple impact marks, let’s not talk about those.

Look at the deceased’s ankles, here you can see deep pigmentation and indentations, indicating that she was locked up with ankle restraints for a considerable time before she died.

Also, take a look at the ’local’ area of the deceased.

The two bruises on her buttocks are from being struck repeatedly over a long period.

The knee bruises are from kneeling for too long.

The prolonged and concentrated bruising at two points on the knees suggests that the man with her was extremely rough, not in a normal communicative relationship, more like an abuser’s attitude toward their captive.

The healing metabolic rate of the human body is generally about two months, which suggests that the deceased was in this state for a long time.

I suspect she was restrained, and that space was not large, so she had to maintain one or two monotonous postures to vent."

Brian paused, pointed to the woman’s mouth, and used tweezers to pull out her tongue:

"Look at the distribution of the coating on the tongue.

This middle area of white and thick coating, with the edges of the tongue slightly raised and pinkish-white, indicates that her tongue was in long term contact with something. You know what I mean.

Drug abuse, imprisonment, and these marks I mentioned...

What are you thinking about, Green?"

Green said with a touch of regret: "Brian, are you saying that someone had kept her as a sex slave, she managed to escape, but then was hit and killed by the side of the road?"

Brian nodded:

"If it were someone chasing her, they would not likely use a car to commit the crime; it probably happened just as you said.

Moreover, the victim was confined in a small space for a long period and was a drug user, so she would not have been physically strong, which means she wouldn’t have gone far during her escape.

The closest places to the scene are a town and several farms around it.

If I’m not wrong, her captor is one of the farmers.

They would be the ones with the means and the venue."

This is related to the lifestyle here.

In densely populated areas like towns, making any noise might prompt the neighbors to call the police; it would not be safe, only those private domains with large farms would have the conditions to implement this.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility of town residents who have expanded underground spaces in their own basements, creating dungeons for keeping sex slaves.

Every year, there are similar cases.

The last time Brian encountered one, the victim was a thirteen-year-old girl.

The perpetrator was a thirty-something-year-old officer with a copper fetish. He just parked outside the girl’s house, pointed a gun at the girl playing with her dog, and told her to get in the car.

It only took a few minutes.

The girl disappeared near her own home.

It was not until over a year later, due to a non-professionally dug basement collapse that affected the house’s foundations, that the property company’s investigation uncovered the girl’s body buried below, and the crime was brought to light.

To some extent,

the United States has always expressed its concern for children and adolescents because these two groups have always been the main recipients of harm.

What’s lacking, is what’s emphasized.

...

Hearing Brian deduce the girl’s experiences from the traces,

Green looked at the girl’s beautiful face and felt uncomfortable: "This sounds so sad. She managed to escape, but ended up dying in a traffic accident."

Brian was noncommittal: "Fate does indeed like to play tricks on the pitiful. If you really feel sorry, then you should solve the case quickly, and arrest everyone who has harmed her."

After saying this,

Brian grabbed the female cadaver’s palm and presented her dirty fingernails to Green: "I deliberately didn’t check over here, hoping you would remind me, but you’ve been gazing at the cadaver’s flesh mounds, buddy, are you really that hungry? I suggest you find yourself a partner soon."

Green, upon hearing this, looked down in shame.

He felt the same embarrassment as being caught by his father secretly masturbating.

Seeing this, Brian chuckled to himself.

This was part of his wicked sense of humor.

He saw some shadows of his past self in Green.

However, it has to be said,

Green really was an anomaly among the black community.

Many who grew up in poor neighborhoods, around his age, would have already fathered several kids with single mothers, rare to find someone as naive as Green.

...

Putting his wicked humor aside,

Brian used a tool to remove the dirt from under the female cadaver’s nails, looked at it closely, and confirmed: "This is a mix of lime and soil. Tomorrow, when we investigate those farms, ask which one has purchased a large amount of lime in recent years."

"Alright, Brian."

Green nodded.

The case was nearly solved, just one step away.

One is the criminal who imprisoned the victim.

The other, the Cadillac owner who fatally hit the victim.

The town was only so large.

With a direction, the investigation would be straightforward.

However, for the sake of work rigor,

identifying the victim’s identity was also an urgent task.

The victim had no identification documents on her, no dental implants, and no signs of surgery in her body.

Under these circumstances, to find out her identity mainly involves three methods.