Chapter 475: Detective Chinatown 2

Chapter 475: Detective Chinatown 2

Chapter 475: Detective Chinatown 2 (1)

"If you can do it, come on!"

Seeing Tang Ren still struggling in front of the door, Qin Feng stepped forward and pushed him away, took out a key from the file bag, and unlocked the door with a click.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had the key? You kept me busy for so long."

Tang Ren complained rather dissatisfiedly.

Qin Feng ignored him and walked straight into the house, beginning to carefully examine the crime scene, looking for clues about the case.

Tang Ren followed him, and the two of them walked around the house and found that most of the things in the room had been cleared out, obviously taken away by the police.

However, some evidence is not so easy to move. When the two of them came to the basement where the murder finally took place, as soon as they walked down the stairs, they saw the horrifying mark on the wall in front of them.

There were various numbers written in red paint, covering most of the wall. Under the dim light, it looked as if they were painted with blood, which was particularly creepy.

In front of the wall covered with numbers, there was a human outline on the ground. It should be the place where the body of the deceased Li Zhiyuan was lying. Dark bloodstains could also be seen on the ground, dotted everywhere.

"How's it going? Did you find anything?"

Tang Ren, who couldn't see any clues at all, turned to Qin Feng and asked.

Qin Feng was conducting a methodical analysis based on the existing clues.

“First of all, the place where the deceased died was in the basement. I just checked and there were no windows around it, only a narrow and tortuous ventilation duct.

There were cut marks on the door, which showed that it was locked from the inside and then violently broken open from the outside.

Obviously, this is... is..."

"What is it? Do you know who the murderer is?" Tang Ren put his big face in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng pushed him away, an excited expression on his face, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"It's a murder in a closed room!"

"Secret room? Are you interested in this?" Tang Ren could tell at a glance that something was wrong with his nephew.

"The secret room, that is the final proposition of the reasoning, the three coffins, the Judas Window..." Qin Feng's voice unconsciously rose a lot.

"You have big hemorrhoids!" Tang Ren retorted subconsciously.

"That's a detective mystery novel by John Dickson Carr. His life's work has been devoted to exploring all the possibilities of locked rooms, and he is known as the 'King of Locked Rooms'," Qin Feng explained.

Tang Ren quickly suggested, "Then let's invite this Kaka over. He's a professional who can handle this."

"It was John Dickson Carr, and he's long dead."

"Dead? What should I do then?"

"Cold salad!"

After arguing for a while, Qin Feng and Tang Ren couldn't find any valuable clues in the villa, so they decided to leave first.

However, after walking out of the villa, Qin Feng stopped.

"wrong!"

"What's the matter?" Tang Ren looked confused.

The camera scanned the surroundings along Qin Feng's line of sight, and soon, several abnormal figures appeared on the big screen.

Qin Feng reacted very quickly and immediately pulled Tang Ren to escape.

However, just as the two men ran out of the encirclement, a stretched Lincoln stopped in front of them, the door opened, and four hands stretched out from the car and pulled the two men in.

The next second, Qin Feng and Tang Ren, who were tied up and covered with black cloth, appeared in an antique hall with a plaque of "Loyalty for Thousands of Years" hanging high, full of Chinese charm.

When the black cloth was pulled off, Tang Ren immediately screamed.

It turned out that in addition to the two of them and the man in black who was responsible for escorting them, there were quite a few strange guys in the room.

"Are these two the guys who sneaked up on the crime scene?"

A tall, strong white man walked up to Qin Feng and Tang Ren, looked at them with ill intent, and crackled his knuckles.

"Leave it to me. I will make sure they tell me everything they know."

"What do you want to do?!" Tang Ren shouted hurriedly, "It's illegal to hit someone! A gentleman should talk, not fight! If you have anything to say, just talk it out!"

Tang Ren was shouting there, but Qin Feng was carefully observing the people around him.

"Shut up!"

He quickly revealed the origins of these people.

"That person used a mobile server, which processed information dozens of times faster than an ordinary computer. She used LinuX to input code instructions to operate the computer, which reminded me of Kiko (played by Shang Yuxian), the Hong Kong female hacker ranked fifth on Crimaster (Crime Master).

She hacked into the police database and obtained a large amount of information to improve her chances of solving cases."

As Qin Feng introduced her, the girl with green hair and twin ponytails waved at him and winked playfully.

"M37K knife, B9 belt, Danner, these are all equipment commonly used by the US military. You must be the ninth-ranked special forces detective Buffalo Billy, who advocates using violence to solve all crimes."

The mighty man standing in front of Qin Feng and Tang Ren snorted and returned to his seat.

"I saw it. I saw a man, a lying man."

A woman dressed very strangely and shaking a bell in her hand was performing rituals and dancing in front of the two men.

"Indonesian psychic detective Aaimali Kunana believes that solving puzzles should not rely on reasoning but on calculation. He is currently ranked seventh in the community."

"That should be the Japanese detective Noda Hao (Satoshi Tsumabuki), who I have always competed with for second place."

Not far away, a handsome Japanese man holding a fan was looking at the two of them with a smile on his face and a playful look.

"Lao Qin, I didn't expect you to be so capable. You know all these people. They are your acquaintances. Why don't you ask them to help untie the ropes?"

Tang Ren struggled for a few times and found that the rope was tied very tightly, so he shouted to Qin Feng.

"I'm not familiar with them." Qin Feng explained.

Tang Ren suddenly became anxious, "Aren't you guys the ones who do massages?"

"What is 'Massage'? It's Crimaster, an APP that is an exclusive community for global detectives. Many people upload real cases on it for everyone to discuss.

The crime-solving rates in many countries and regions have been greatly improved because of this software, and they, like me, are on the detective rankings of that APP software."

Tang Ren was immediately distracted by his words, and forgot about his own predicament and began to pay attention to other things.

"Where do you rank on that list?"

"Didn't I just say that he's ranked second, ahead of Noda Hao?"

"You're ranked second? In Henan?"

"worldwide!"

"What about me? I can't be the first, how can I say that? It's really an exaggeration."

"The number one is Q, an anonymous Canadian ID, without your name on it." "Damn, a PPT without me in it, and they dare to call it a ranking list, and for the whole world?"

The two were arguing there when the door opened and a female police officer who was obviously of mixed race walked in. Then, accompanied by a weak cough, Wang Xun, who was dressed neatly in a suit and looked decent but had a very wretched appearance, appeared in the hall pushing a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair was a white-haired old man. Although he was dying, he was still as domineering as ever. Just a look when he appeared was enough to shock everyone present.

What followed was naturally a conversation and an introduction to the general situation.

The policewoman was named Chen Ying (played by Liu Chengyu), a local Chinese criminal police officer who happened to be in charge of Li Zhiyuan's "suicide" case.

The gray-haired old man is "Seventh Uncle" Li Le (played by Zeng Jiang), the leader of the large Chinese gang "Longqing Club" in New York's Chinatown, the famous Godfather of Chinatown, and also Li Zhiyuan's biological father.

Wang Xun plays Lu Guofu, the godson of "Seventh Uncle" and also the deputy leader of the Longqing Society.

After female police officer Chen Ying's narration, Qin Feng and the audience obtained more information about Li Zhiyuan's "suicide case."

According to her, the place where Li Zhiyuan died was a pure secret room.

Due to the special reasons of his work, he built a safe house in the basement of his home, in which he stored the data and information accumulated from daily experiments.

To ensure safety, the walls of the safe room are lined with steel plates and there are no windows. Apart from an iron door and a tortuous and narrow ventilation duct, there is no other exit connecting to the outside world for people to pass through.

The key point is that Li Ziyuan died by being shot eight times.

"Where's the murder weapon?"

Female hacker Kiko took out the lollipop in her mouth and suddenly asked a question.

"I checked your police station's electronic files, and the cause of death for Li Zhiyuan was suicide. If he really committed suicide in the secret room, there should be a murder weapon at the scene."

"There was indeed a pistol on the ground at the scene." Chen Ying replied.

"Have you checked the wounds and traces of gunpowder? Can you confirm that he committed suicide?"

Buffalo Billy, the special forces detective with the most experience in on-site shooting, immediately asked questions from a professional perspective.

"The physical evidence department has tested it and found that the wounds on Li Zhiyuan's body are consistent with the caliber of the gun. We also found out that Li Zhiyuan bought the gun a week ago.

He had no previous record of handling a gun and had not learned any skills in this area.”

"So you, the New York police, have determined that Li Zhiyuan committed suicide in the secret room?" Noda Hao asked, shaking his fan.

Chen Ying hesitated for a moment. "It's also possible that he made a mistake in operating the gun in the room, fired the gun, and was hit by a ricochet bullet. After all, accidents often happen when a novice uses a gun."

"Zhiyuan couldn't have committed suicide, nor could it have been an accident!"

"Seventh Master" Li Le said in a decisive tone, and the whole audience fell silent as soon as he opened his mouth, showing a strong pressure.

“Someone must have murdered him. This is why I asked you all to come here. I hope you can help me find the murderer so that Ayuan can die in peace.

As an old father, I don’t have anything else, so I will use these things that I will never take with me to express my gratitude.

Whoever can find out the murderer who killed A Yuan and bring him to me, I will give him 5 million US dollars as a thank you! "

"Five million US dollars!" Tang Ren's eyes widened, and then he asked, "How much Chinese currency is that?"

"About 30 million."

Qin Feng gave the answer immediately, but compared to the money, he was more interested in the secret room suicide case.

"I am Qin Feng, a detective from China. I was at the villa just now to check the scene."

He introduced himself and tried to convince others to untie the ropes on him, but he didn't expect that the next second his body loosened and Tang Ren, who was tied up with him, broke free from the ropes by himself.

"you you……"

"Your uncle has been out there for a few years, so he must have learned some skills."

Tang Ren looked very proud, but Qin Feng ignored him and continued to talk about the various information he had just discovered at the scene.

As he thought and spoke, the crime scene immediately reappeared in front of everyone in the form of special effects pictures.

"The New York police gave the cause of death to Li Zhiyuan as suicide by shooting?"

Qin Feng looked at Chen Ying, the New York female police officer who was squatting next to Li Zhiyuan's virtual corpse, and she happened to have a pistol at hand.

"The bullet came from the Colt M1911 next to him. The eight-round magazine was empty. The smoke reaction matched. The room was empty and locked from the inside. This was a typical suicide. You Chinese people love to complicate the case."

"Officer Chen, have you ever fired this kind of gun yourself last time?"

Qin Feng also squatted down beside Li Zhiyuan's body.

"0.45-inch Colt automatic pistol bullet, initial velocity 255 meters per second, single shot energy 570 joules."

He did not hesitate to put his hands on the wounds of the corpse and even inserted his fingers into the wounds.

"According to your FBI's Gunshot Trauma Response Report last year, after a person is shot in the torso, the sympathetic nerves will trigger a tonic fall reflex within 0.3 seconds—"

"The first bullet hit the victim's thigh, and the second shot penetrated his right lung lobe. This would have caused him to curl up in pain due to the suffocation caused by the sharp drop in blood oxygen concentration, and it would have been impossible for him to pull the trigger the remaining six times in succession."

"Also, I saw the autopsy report you just showed me. It shows that the eight gunshot wounds on the deceased's body were spaced more than 1.5 seconds apart, is that correct?"

Chen Ying was a little unconfident now. "The muscle contraction waves at the wound show... yes, the interval between each shot is at least 1.8 seconds."

"Billy, you have the most shooting and gunfighting experience here. Do you think someone could shoot themselves eight times in 14.4 seconds?"

Qin Feng suddenly asked detective Buffalo Billy. Although this tall special forces soldier has always advocated violence to solve cases, it does not mean that he is stupid.

"How is that possible? I've seen many good guys get shot on the battlefield. Just one bullet can make them lie down.

This guy is just a nerdy guy who doesn't really work out. He shot himself eight times, unless this is a movie and he's Rambo or Superman."

"That's right," Qin Feng nodded, "and most people who commit suicide by shooting themselves in the head."

As he spoke, he made a gun with his hand, either resting it on his chin, stuffing it into his mouth, or pointing the muzzle at his temple.

"Bang! He was killed with one blow, and died without any pain.

Who would shoot themselves in the thigh before committing suicide? That's not suicide, that's self-abuse."

"What if it's a ricochet?"

Chen Ying was still a little unconvinced. As a New York police officer, she knew that her colleagues and even her superiors had already decided the case. If they wanted to overturn the verdict, it would be troublesome.

Especially since this overturning of the case was caused by her. As a mixed-race female detective, she was not very popular in the police station. If she were to cause such a thing again...

"He has no shooting experience. Maybe he was fiddling with a new gun in the basement, or maybe he had a mental breakdown and was shooting around randomly..."

"A ricochet is when a bullet hits a smooth, hard object at a certain angle and bounces back due to the angle, hitting another object."

Qin Feng analyzed clearly:

"The smaller the bullet's angle of impact, the greater its speed, and the smoother and harder the surface of the object, the more likely it is to ricochet.

And ricochet bullets still have lethality, so from this perspective, it is not impossible that Li Zhiyuan died from a ricochet bullet."

(End of this chapter)