Chapter 88: The Delicacy of Human Mea (2/2)
“That damned psychopath, is he trying to turn me off from these spices too?” Xiaotao grumbled with furrowed brows. Then she asked me, “But why are there such things in the victim’s belly?”
“The murderer probably wanted to improve the taste of human flesh…” I deduced.
“Improve… the taste?” Xiaotao’s cheek twitched when she said that.
“I noticed scratches in the victim’s esophagus. It was probably due to the spices being forced down the throat and into the stomach, just like a Beijing roast duck.”
“That’s awful!” cried Xiaotao.
“Also, there are signs of binding at the ankles and a lot of blood in the nose. The victim may have been hung upside down when his throat was cut...” I paused. “Just like how chickens and ducks are slaughtered!”
Upon hearing this, all the people present turned sickly pale.
This victim was the first person to be kidnapped by the murderer. The murderer must’ve forced the deceased to eat a lot of spices. Judging by the degree to which the spices had been digested, the murderer must’ve force-fed the victim these spices around twelve hours before he eagerly cut his throat so the victim bled to death.
It would be nearly impossible for any ordinary person to do these things calmly and efficiently. I concluded that the murderer must have two distinct characteristics: firstly, he was totally devoid of any humanity; secondly, he must have a wealth of experience in slaughtering animals!
This corpse was much different from the previous one, but it could still be concluded that they were killed by the same person. By comparing these two bodies, it seemed that the murderer had been ‘researching’ a slaughtering method that would make the human flesh taste more delicious.
Obviously, the way to improve the meat quality with spices had not been successful, so the murderer later used anesthesia to kill the victim instead!
After saying this, I took a long breath and tried to speculate on the inner psychology of such a cannibalistic madman. It was like exploring a dark, dirty, wet sewer, and it made me feel particularly disgusted, depressed, and stifled.
It was especially so when I thought of how I would need to face such a terrible corpse one more time.
Everyone looked at me, but no one spoke a word. The stifling silence probably lasted about five seconds, but it felt much longer than that. Even for most of the police officers, they might not have ever faced such an inhuman and abnormal case in their lifetime.
In the end, it was Dali’s voice that broke the silence. He rushed over to me and yelled, “Dude! There you are! I’m not too late, am I?”
Dali then perceived the oppressive atmosphere around him. When he saw the dead body on the ground he jumped up as if he just touched a high-voltage live wire.
“Holy shit! What the hell is that?!”
“Did you get everything?” I asked.
“Yeah, dude.”
I asked Dali to take out a little box in my bag which contained my sweetgum candies. I couldn’t stand the stench any longer. When Dali found it, I quickly put the candy on my tongue, and the fresh minty fragrant filled my nose and refreshed my mind immediately. I instantly felt much better.
There was still some leftover seaweed ash from last night that I kept in a paper bag. I asked Dali to get it, along with the red silk cloth that I used to detect Yang Energy Prints.
I checked the dead body with these two tools, and just like the previous body, I found no fingerprints on the body because the murderer had worn gloves. There were some Yang Energy Prints though. Meanwhile, on the plastic bag, there was a whole host of fingerprints left there. It’s a pity that the plastic bag had been soaked in the water for too long and couldn’t be used for identification.
I stared at the Yang Energy Prints and the fingerprints on the plastic bag. Dali kept asking me questions, but I was so focused I couldn’t hear a word he said.
“What did you find, Song Yang?” Xiaotao asked after a few minutes.
“I think I’ve made a major discovery!” I declared.
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