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Chapter 241 - 175: Clues on the Corpse, Pinpointing the Identity of the Murderer_2

Chapter 241: Chapter 175: Clues on the Corpse, Pinpointing the Identity of the Murderer_2

Unnecessarily naive and gullible, this was not something Brian just made up.

It seemed the victim was just unlucky.

Looking at the victim’s clothes, you could tell he came from a good family, yet at such an age, he was still inexperienced, never even having touched a woman.

In any country, the circles of wealthy people tend to be trendy, and under constant exposure, such honest kids are a rare sight indeed.

Perhaps if he’d been a bit wilder, he wouldn’t have been so easy to deceive.

Brian tapped on the table, "So, the murderer is likely a gay man who has had contact with the Hua Country community and is very familiar with international students, even knowing the psychologies of male Hua Country international students, allowing him to precisely target each one..."

Just then, a voice interrupted Brian’s thoughts, "Hello."

The call was connected.

...

A moment later.

Brian hung up the phone pensive.

Leveraging his status as an older student and his fluency in Mandarin, he easily obtained information that Green hadn’t managed to get.

Turns out, the embassy had already issued warnings to all Los Angeles international student groups not to trust online romances blindly, nor to meet online friends in private.

As for the victim’s roommate, his vagueness while speaking to Green was due to some of these embassy cautions.

There’s no need to elaborate here.

The useful information was scarce.

The victim’s roommate didn’t even know whether the person the victim had been chatting with online was male or female, nor what their username was.

The victim, shy about such matters, wasn’t very communicative.

Seeing no gains, Brian had no choice but to call Tom and prepare to perform an autopsy on the victim to see if they could find some information.

"And we could also have old Hardenn investigate the online chat groups... see if there are any word searches or something, that shouldn’t be too difficult for a tech whiz..."

Brian looked over to where Hardenn was supposed to be, only to find him hugging Shi San, man and dog, engrossed in their game.

Especially Shi San, who had been snoozing the day before, now wagged his tail joyously and anthropomorphically tapped on the keyboard, addicted to the internet.

Brian sighed, "Damn it!"

No wonder his day at work had felt off.

It was because Shi San hadn’t rushed over to greet him!

This game had made Shi San forget his own master!

...

Brian quickly stepped forward and interrupted the joyful game session between man and dog.

"Hey, take it easy, Brian. Shi San is still a kid!" Hardenn said anxiously, "Shi San is too smart, much better than some useless teammates I’ve had. He has real eSports talent, and I’m thinking of custom-making a keyboard and mouse for him."

"We’ll talk about that later."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Do me a favor."

Speaking of which, he informed Hardenn about the situation surrounding the case of the Hua Country international students and online dating murders.

Hardenn, looking tenderly at Shi San swaying in the air, nodded quickly, "No problem, just be gentle with Shi San!"

To an outsider, Hardenn might have seemed like he was talking about his grandson.

After leaving the office,

Shi San looked pitifully at Brian, "Woof~ (Big Dog~)"

His large eyes seemed more vivid than before, even visibly contemplating.

In addition to this.

Although Shi San’s size hadn’t changed much, still round and fluffy, he felt heavier when picked up, indicating an increase in muscle and bone density.

This process was likely to continue as Shi San kept consuming energy.

Brian, holding Shi San, flicked the still imperceptible little member, "How do you feel now?"

"Woof woof woof~"

Shi San’s vocabulary was still quite limited.

Brian roughly understood—it seemed that his perception had changed, becoming more human-like. Also, his strength, speed, and responses had improved, but he got hungry faster.

Seeing no negative impacts.

Brian felt reassured.

...

Autopsy room.

Tom was already dressed and waiting.

This time, Brian didn’t do the dissection himself but let Tom handle everything.

The dissection process was actually not complicated.

Including the fact that the target was a dead body, the requirements for dissection technique weren’t high. Even ordinary people who had never been exposed to it could become skilled after ten to fifteen days of slow and careful practice.

Otherwise, assistants wouldn’t be called technical workers.

The difference between this and a butcher isn’t actually big.

However, for different corpses, the methods and skills of dissection also varied.

For example, this current victim.

Counting from now, his time of death had exceeded three days. The body had bloated severely. If the order of incisions was incorrect, without venting it beforehand, it was no different from triggering a Poison Gas Bomb.

As the autopsy proceeded.

Brian picked up the victim’s intestines and squeezed them, then started to frown.

"What’s the matter, Brian?"

Tom had just taken photographs of the victim’s anal area and documented the injuries. Seeing Brian handling the disgusting intestines seemed strange.

Hearing Tom’s inquiry.

Brian put down the heart, "I know what identity the killer has!"

"Ah?"

Tom thought he had misheard, "Brian, stop joking. There’s no apparent external injury on the victim’s body, no organ degeneration internally, apart from his ’banana’, I can’t even figure out his cause of death."

"The cause of death is simple. Look at the victim’s heart. Here at the ventricle, there’s residual congestion, which means that there was a reflux of blood before his death.

Now look at the compression marks on his waist. Normal trousers, even if the belt is very tight, wouldn’t cause such heavy compression marks at the abdomen and lighter ones at the back.

Combining the anal injuries and the residual fecal matter in the intestines.

I estimate the victim died suddenly due to prolonged inversion, which caused reflux of blood to the heart."

Brian continued, pointing at the victim’s anal area:

"This initial penetration here, without having performed an enema, could easily cause a tear in the sphincter, just like the victim’s current state.

The immense pain would have caused the intestines to lose control, resulting in incontinence.

On the victim’s body, no such scenario having occurred is even evident after death. The residual matter in the intestines wasn’t expelled out of the body by decomposing gases.

However, there was still fecal residue in the victim’s intestines.

This means that, for the maximum pleasure, the perpetrator hung the victim halfway on something and then, standing on a high place, kept swinging into the victim like on a swing.

In this state, not only would the victim have reacted violently, the sphincter contracting tightly giving the perpetrator the greatest pleasure, but it was also clean and labor-saving, no need to worry about his intimate part becoming a troublemaker.

And this continued for a long time.

The torture continued until the victim died, and it didn’t stop until the victim’s body stiffened and was eventually dumped into a trash can by the perpetrator.

Because of the victim’s special posture.

The fecal matter got stuck in the intestines, so even as the body softened and bloated, it wasn’t expelled by the decomposing gases."

Tom looked at Brian with a strange expression, "Ordinary people rarely understand these things."

Brian rolled his eyes.

As an experienced operator, he had seen all kinds of scenes.

That’s the advantage of being well-informed.

He reviewed films, just to add a bit more experience to his work and to bring more moments of inspiration.

..

"But I still don’t understand, based only on these, how can you determine the identity of the killer?"

Tom suddenly remembered the case from two months ago, when a neighbor killed the single mother next door who had a child, then killed his own wife.

Back then, Brian had been like him, a novice, asking all sorts of questions.

How had it only been a couple of months?

Things had completely turned around.

What went wrong?

Brian shrugged,

"Tom, you’ve been away from the homicide frontline for too long, immersed in games everyday, now your thinking is too rigid.

Think about it, a park that is frequented by people or homeless, prolonged actions, inverted hangings, body dumped in a trash bin, this indicates the killer is very familiar with the location for dumping the body and has a safe space nearby.

Moreover, the killer knows the operating procedure of waste management companies, confident that dumping the body in a trash bin would go undiscovered, and even if discovered, he wasn’t worried that anyone would suspect him, indicating this isn’t his first time.

Constant success breeds habitual criminal procedures.

These are the basic features of a serial killer.

Gay killer, specifically targeting males, specifically Chinese students, also shows he’s familiar with this group.

Buddy, think it through.

All these factors combined.

This type of person, what do you think his identity is?"

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