Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: Chapter 44 I’m Just Putting Myself in the Suspect’s Shoes (2/2)

Lin Chuan’s investigation experience was scarily shrewd.

Or could it be that he truly often engaged in killing and had specialized research on how the blood from his victims flowed?

If that were the case, how many people would he have to kill?

A pathological killer?

Shen Qianqian shook her head and quickly dismissed this horrifying thought.

Hu Daqiang also swallowed hard.

The newcomers performed very well, Lin Chuan’s line of reasoning was about to make his face, as an old criminal police officer, burn with embarrassment.

Thirteen years of cases, all for nothing!

Take a look at Lin Chuan.

He was so meticulous, meticulous enough to detect the slightest incline in a patch of ground and its implications for the flow of blood.

Hu Daqiang completely put away his underestimation and asked earnestly, “Comrade Lin, your reasoning is very sound. Since this is not the primary crime scene, where would the primary crime scene be?”

The primary crime scene was crucial for solving the case.

He hadn’t considered that the murderer would be so cunning as to fabricate two scenes in a row, to confuse the police’s hearing and sight, and to mislead the direction of the investigation.

Lin Chuan smiled, “I believe you’ve already deduced that the victim was 165 cm tall and weighed about 60 kg. The killer, when moving the body to stage the scene, wouldn’t have gone too far from the original crime scene.”

Shen Qianqian nodded, “Right.”

“But if he had time to fabricate two scenes one after another, it means he had ample time to destroy the primary scene,” Lin Chuan said.

Officer Shen and Hu Daqiang’s faces immediately grew somber.

Hu Daqiang furrowed his brows, “Does that mean the lead has been lost again?”

Lin Chuan shook his head and smiled, “If we can’t find evidence at these two scenes, we can investigate from a different angle, can’t we?”

“Which direction?”

Hu Daqiang’s train of thought was already following Lin Chuan’s.

“Put yourself in the killer’s shoes and imagine you are someone who needs to fabricate two crime scenes and clean up the primary scene. What would you need?” Lin Chuan asked, smiling.

Hu Daqiang, as a seasoned criminal police officer, instantly understood Lin Chuan’s idea, his eyes lighting up, “Are you talking about tools?”

To clean up a scene, one must possess tools.

Especially to clean up bloodstains, one might use disinfectant, Luminol Reagent, or bleach powder.

But that’s not all.

One would also need towels that could absorb blood, a bucket of water, a mop for wiping the floor, and so on.

“Exactly.”

Lin Chuan nodded and said with gravity, embodying a great detective, “Based on the clues we have, I infer that his method of fabricating the scene was not professional. Let’s put ourselves in the killer’s shoes.”

“Firstly, after the murderer used a dumbbell to kill the victim, he began to erase her traces, carrying or holding her to the fourth floor of Hengli Company, then fabricated the first scene inside Hengli Company.”

“Secondly, he returned to the scene to collect blood, took the murder weapon, the dumbbell, into Hengli Gym, and fabricated the second scene.”

“Thirdly, he started cleaning up the original crime scene.”

“This is also the most critical step. It’s best to first use towels or paper towels to absorb the blood, because if one were to wash it away with water, it would cause a large area of blood to spread and it wouldn’t completely remove the bloodstains, thus not avoiding a reaction with the Luminol Reagent.”

“Then, begin using disinfectant or perhaps…”

“The last step is to deal with the cleaning tools.”

“If he was foolish, he might take all the tools with him.”

“But with high-definition cameras monitoring the elevators, underground parking lot, and the street outside, carrying the tools would make it very easy to get caught. Therefore, if he was a bit smarter, he would hide these tools within Hengli Building, in a place he considers safe.”

“And that place should be on the fifth floor.”

“Because the fourth and second floors were staged scenes, the goal is to direct the police’s attention to below the fourth floor.”

“The real crime scene is very likely to be the warehouse on the fifth floor.”

Hisss!

After listening, Shen Qianqian took a deep breath and stared steadily at Lin Chuan.

The steps were too clear!

“Officer Shen, I’m just adopting the perspective of the suspect, don’t look at me like that. Novelists talk about immersion when writing books, and it’s the same with reasoning,” Lin Chuan explained immediately.

Fearing that Shen Qianqian would pull out a pair of silver handcuffs, clink them shut, and place them on his own wrists.

Taken away!