Coroner Coroner

"I..." The long-haired man was at a loss for words for a moment, and his face became much uglier.

Lin Xin saw that he was right, he had already started to panic.

How could he not panic when he was blocked at the door not long after he escaped home from the scene?

No matter how cautious he was, the time he was given to process the evidence was too short.

Shoes with shoe prints, blood-stained clothes, and a pistol with his fingerprints on them. These are the most important physical evidence that he can think of and deal with in time.

What if there is something else he didn't expect?

The long-haired man is nervous.

Especially after Lin Xinyi revealed his identity and let him know that this "little boy" is the trump card administrator of the Metropolitan Police Department who has no cases to solve.

His momentum was much weaker, and Lin Xinyi unconsciously took the initiative:

"I'm not going to talk about the evidence, I'm just talking about the process of this case."

"First of all, judging from the blood dripping along the way, the deceased, that is, the watermelon-headed thin man, had lost a lot of blood due to the gunshot wound, and his body had become much weaker."

"You may have seen his pale face, so you have strengthened your confidence in killing people."

Under the increasingly nervous gaze of the long-haired man, Lin Xinyi began to restore the scene:

"You quietly approached him, grabbed his still intact hand that was holding the pistol at that time, and slammed it against the tree trunk beside him."

"Because of your great strength, the impact caused the dead man's wrist to bleed and bruise."

"He couldn't hold the gun because of the pain, so the gun fell under the tree."

"And on the back of his hand, there are also sawdust and dust from the violent collision between the back of his hand and the rough bark."

"..." The long-haired man's face began to turn pale.

Because what Lin Xinyi said was exactly what he did at the time:

"After you smashed the gun from the opponent's hand, you pressed him against the trunk of the tree, grabbed his throat with both hands, and wanted to use the greatest strength and the fastest speed to choke him alive die."

"That's why there are so many sawdust rubbed off from the bark on the back of the deceased."

"But what you didn't expect was that although the deceased was weak at the time, he still had a ruthless spirit."

"He suddenly burst out with a force, although it was only for a moment..."

"But still managed to break free... no, not really break free."

"It should be said that he pushed you down."

Lin Xinyi recalled that not far from the big tree, there was a large area of ​​grass that fell down.

At first, he thought that this was the mark left by the murderer when he was pressed down to the ground in a riding position and strangled his throat.

But later, he discovered that there was a bloody handprint in the middle of the chest of the bloody coat.

The most important thing is the excrement discharged by the deceased in a state of suffocation and incontinence.

The distribution of these excretions is abnormal.

The deceased wore loose boxer pants, which would not hinder the movement of excrement too much.

If he was standing in a standing position, he was strangled to death by someone standing on a tree...

These excrement should only fall from the crotch down the trousers under the action of gravity.

If he was lying on his back, lying on the ground and strangled to death...

After the excrement comes out from the anus, it should be smashed and overflowed by the dead man's own buttocks in the dying struggle.

So much so that even the lumbosacral region above the buttocks will be touched.

But the deceased was neither.

His excrement came out from the back crotch of his underwear, and it actually overflowed to the front crotch of his underwear.

Shit got to the front of the panties.

What does this mean?

It shows that when the deceased is dying, his posture should be with his butt facing the sky and his face facing down.

In other words, he is the one who rides on someone else.

Instead, the murderer was crushed below.

"At that time, the deceased was originally pressed on the tree trunk by you."

"But he exploded with strength in that instant, and he pushed your chest with his hand, causing your body to lean back."

"You lose your center of gravity and you're falling backwards."

"But you still didn't let go of the hand that strangled the dead man's throat. Instead, you brought the dead man's body down as you fell to the ground."

"that's it…"

"You were lying on the ground, but the dead fell on top of you."

"At this time, after the outbreak, he didn't have much strength. Even though he was pressing on you, he still couldn't stop you from choking."

"He just grabbed your clothes in an unconscious struggle, making negligible resistance."

"Soon, he completely lost his resistance in the suffocation and died in your hands."

Lin Xinyi finished talking about the whole incident that he had reconstructed.

The long-haired man was already feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his whole body was trembling slightly:

exactly the same...

It was like when he killed someone, the other party was watching from the side.

This kind of restoration specific to every action can't help but make people feel horrible.

The long-haired man became more guilty and frightened, but on the surface he still insisted on retorting:

"You, what story are you making up here?"

"I still say the same thing... If you want to prove that I killed someone, you have to show evidence!"

"Here's the evidence for you!"

Lin Xinyi stood up, showing an imposing manner:

"Forget what I just said?"

"When you killed someone, the person who fell on the ground was actually you!"

"Even if the deceased failed to cause you any harm, and failed to leave evidence from you."

"But if your body is in close contact with the ground, will it really leave no trace?"

"think about it…"

"What kind of plants were growing beside the grass at that time?"

"When your head was pressed to the ground, did you feel panicked?"

The long-haired man didn't dare to answer, but followed Lin Xinyi's reminder with a guilty conscience, and silently recalled:

At that time, I was busy pinching my younger brother's neck, but I didn't pay attention to savoring it carefully.

Looking back now... At that time, my neck was pressed to the ground, and the back of my neck seemed to feel a little panicked.

What stuck him?

"Probably the seeds of cocklebur."

Lin Xinyi gave the answer:

"There is a bunch of cocklebur growing beside the grass, and there are many cocklebur seeds falling on the ground."

"And the seeds of cocklebur have thorns."

"I have already sent people to the scene to conduct survey work."

"If you fall to the ground, your skin will be pricked by the thorns of cocklebur."

"Then take a guess, can your DNA be identified from the thorns of cocklebur seeds collected from the ground at the scene?"

"..." The long-haired man was speechless.

If the DNA he left behind can be found on the cocklebur seeds on the ground at the scene, then it will be useless for him to quibble.

This will be an ironclad proof!

Damn it... How could this guy restore the situation when he was pressed to the ground from the shit of the dead man? !

The long-haired man became more and more desperate.

He never expected that he would be defeated by a piece of shit.

"No...you can say whatever you want!"

With a sense of luck, the long-haired man is still biting the bullet and resisting:

"Anyway, I didn't kill anyone."

"If you can really identify my DNA from that cocklebur, then identify it!"

He was betting that what he crushed at that time was not some prickly cocklebur, but just branches, grass roots or something.

Or bet that even if you are pricked by the thorn of cocklebur, his DNA will not be identified on it.

In short, there is no rush to plead guilty.

Let's see the police's hole cards.

"I really don't cry without seeing the coffin."

"Okay, let's wait for the DNA identification result."

"But..." Lin Xinyi paused slightly, and said something that made the long-haired man even more desperate:

"Are you really that sure you didn't take anything with you from the scene other than the DNA you might have left at the scene?"

"Huh?" The long-haired man didn't know why.

But Lin Xinyi walked behind him and looked at his long hair that fell on his shoulders: