amaotonovel Chapter 3567 Edge of Tomorrow (3)
Chapter 3567 Edge of Tomorrow (3)
Chapter 3567 Edge of Tomorrow (Thirteen)
Friends who often kill people should know that it is easy to kill someone but difficult to dispose of the body. But in fact, although disposing of the body is difficult, cleaning up the crime scene is the most difficult.
After all, humans are carbon-based creatures with low physical strength. Even among adult men, only a few can reach 100 kilograms. It is not that difficult to hide, split, burn or corrode things that weigh less than 200 kilograms.
However, cleaning up the crime scene is troublesome.
If the person is killed in one shot, it is not a big deal, as at most the area around him will be contaminated. But if the person is not killed in one shot and runs away, then the living room of dozens of square meters or the shopping mall of tens of thousands of square meters may all need to be cleaned up.
Blood may be splattered in any unexpected corner, and no cleaning method can guarantee that all traces of the crime can be completely eliminated.
Therefore, in modern criminal investigation, great importance is attached to the first crime scene, because the first crime scene can leave more traces and can clearly restore the entire crime process.
Schiller is now facing this situation. The traces and blood in the rehearsal room indicate that a chase has taken place here.
The entire rehearsal room has two doors, front and back. The bathroom door is about two meters away from the back door. There is a lot of blood spilling out of the bathroom, which is obviously where Harry did it.
The blood spread from the bathroom all the way to the front door, leaving many bloody handprints on the door, and then spread to the window facing the front door. There was the most blood there, not only in the room, but also in the gaps of the window and on the outer wall.
It is not difficult to see that the deceased's movement trajectory was from the bathroom to the front door and then to the front window.
So we can probably infer that Harley stabbed the bassist in the bathroom, but failed to kill him. The other party stumbled to the front door and tried to go out, but found that the front door was locked.
At this time, Harley had already caught up with him. He had no way to escape and could only run towards the window, trying to escape through the window, but was killed by Harley in front of the window.
When Schiller examined the body, he discovered that the deceased had been stabbed in the chest with a fruit knife. The knife must have been pulled out the moment it was stabbed, so the blood was splattered everywhere.
In fact, the real crime scene is much bloodier than what is shown in TV dramas. Because the pressure inside the artery is very high, once it is cut, the blood will even spray out like a high-pressure water gun, and can spray up to two or three meters away.
Moreover, the human body stores a lot of blood, which is enough to spray for several minutes if one is able to move. If one escapes during this period of time, it will definitely be enough to spray the whole house red.
Harley's knife stabbed the bassist's aorta directly, and perhaps because she realized that she had stabbed the wrong way, she pulled the knife out the moment it went in, causing arterial blood to gush out directly, making blood all over the place.
What made Schiller even more troubled was that the rehearsal room had wooden floors. It was visible to the naked eye that a lot of blood had seeped into the cracks in the floor, and blood residue was almost unavoidable.
"Although this is the case, as long as no one calls the police and the police don't lift up all the floorboards, ordinary people shouldn't be able to see anything." Thinking of this, Schiller began the cleanup work.
Somewhat counterintuitively, the first thing to do when cleaning up a crime scene is not to dispose of the body, or even to deal with it.
Schiller took a piece of plastic sheet from Victor, spread it flat on the ground, put the body on it, rolled it up, tied it up with a rope, and put it in the next classroom.
Then he and Victor each took a scraper - a cleaning tool that looks a bit like a sponge mop, but with a plastic sheet at the front, to scrape the liquid and semi-coagulated plasma together.
"This brings back memories," Schiller said as he circled around to scrape away the blood. "I once killed a guy backstage at the university auditorium. But I only had about half an hour because the school celebration was about to start."
"Half an hour? That's too intense. Have you managed it?"
"It's not that complicated actually, because I strangled him to death, so there wasn't much blood. I just needed to deal with the incontinence. Luckily I was well prepared, so I managed to finish it."
"It's hard to imagine," Victor said. "I may not have told you that I've killed someone before. Although I feel like he deserved it."
"Oh?"
"I have been doing cryogenic research before, but most of the time I didn't have the professional equipment like today, so I rented a basement or warehouse to store raw materials and cryogenic chambers."
"The cryogenic chamber technology at that time was not that mature, and I needed to constantly replace the cryogenic reaction materials to maintain the temperature. That thing looked a bit like cultivation soil, and I often pushed the waste in and out of the community."
"Then some unfortunate fellow, probably a drug addict, thought I was growing marijuana. He broke into my lab while I was away and somehow got into the empty cryogenic chamber. I think you know what the consequences are."
"When I got back, he was already unconscious due to hypothermia. I wanted to wake him up, but the guy almost unplugged the power to Nora's cryogenic chamber. In a rage, I killed him."
"How did you do it?"
"Well, it's a little embarrassing to say." Victor put the windshield on the ground, put one arm on it and recalled it. "The scene was not so bloody, but it was a little funny."
"At first I wanted to strangle him, but then I thought that might cause him to become incontinent. My house is in a basement and the exhaust fan doesn't work well, and I don't want to leave any bad smells."
"Then you can choose to poison him to death. It is safe, fast and pollution-free."
"Yeah, I thought about that, but I don't have the right materials. After all, I don't really grow marijuana."
"So what did you choose in the end?"
"I stuck a ballpoint pen into his heart - pointing it at a diagram of human anatomy I had found on the Internet. Thank God, I got it right. He died quickly and without causing me any trouble."
"How did you dispose of his body?"
"Of course I froze it, then broke it up with a hammer, threw it out a little at a time, mixed it with the kitchen waste of the bar next door, and it took more than half a month to throw it all away."
"That's a very clever move," Schiller said. "You have a talent for this."
“This is so simple for you, isn’t it?” Victor said, turning the windshield wiper to gather the last of the blood. “It’s hard to imagine what you’ve been through.”
"It's not that ordinary, but it's not as dramatic as you think." Schiller shook his head slightly, shook the windshield wiper on the ground, and then said, "Humans' vigilance is actually very weak, and they pay even less attention to things that have nothing to do with them."
“Is this some kind of psychological effect?”
"I guess so. I dare say you could even carry a bleeding corpse across the streets of a neighborhood. As long as you acted naturally and walked at a relaxed pace, almost no one would pay attention to you. Would you be horrified if you saw such a person on the street?"
"I would think he might have wanted to send his friend to the hospital, or maybe it was just a prop or something. Because a murderer wouldn't do that, right?"
"That's the psychological blind spot. You assume that everyone is afraid of the police, so if people kill someone, they won't walk around the street so brazenly. But that's not the case. This may just be a way for him to escape."
"You really have a wealth of theory and experience."
Schiller did not deny it. He looked down at the ground and saw that most of the liquid was scraped together by him and Victor.
"And what do we do? Soak it up with a sponge?"
Schiller shook his head. He fetched another sheet of plastic and began to fold paper.
The plastic sheet is somewhat hard, and it can support itself after being folded repeatedly. Schiller folded the plastic sheet into a rectangular box with one side open, then put the open side on the ground and said, "Scrape the blood here."
Victor did so, but he still asked, "Why not a sponge or rag?"
"We have to try to use something that can be completely cleaned. If you use a sponge or a rag, there will be residue no matter how hard you wash."
“But it can be destroyed, right?”
"That would be an extra step, which is very troublesome. And if it's not destroyed cleanly - for example, some idiots choose to throw it in the garbage disposal, the blood and tissue samples will be evenly spread on the blade and remain for a long time, which is impossible to clean up."
"Well, you're a professional."
Victor used a scraper to scrape most of the liquid into Schiller's folded box, but there was still a little bit left. Schiller said, "Don't worry about it. A small amount of blood will coagulate quickly. Just pick it up and throw it in after it coagulates into a blood clot."
Schiller took out a high-pressure water gun from the equipment next to him and instructed Victor: "Lay all the furniture flat on the floor. Furniture with complex structures, such as drum sets, should also be disassembled and the parts should be evenly arranged." It was obvious that he wanted to rinse everything.
"What about the carpet?" Victor looked down at the carpet on the ground. There was a black and white zebra-print carpet under the drum set, and because it was not far from the window, it was also covered in blood.
"Didn't you bring detergent?" Schiller said, "Take the carpet to the bathroom and soak it in detergent, then brush it later."
“But there’s no sink that big,” Victor said, frowning.
The carpet on the ground was quite large. Although it was round, its diameter was at least two meters. Schiller had just seen the bathroom in the rehearsal room. The width of the sink was at most the length of an adult's forearm, so the carpet couldn't fit in either direction.
"Do you want to find a basin or something?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "We'll need an inflatable pool to get going. You rinse the furniture and floors here, and I'll take care of the carpet."
Victor took the water gun from him. He saw Schiller rolled up the carpet and took it to the bathroom.
He was somewhat curious about what Schiller would do, so he turned around, faced the bathroom and started flushing.
Victor saw that Schiller folded the plastic sheet in half, cut off a piece, and then cut it apart at the crease to get two pieces of plastic sheet of the same width.
Next, close the bathroom door, roll up one of the plastic sheets, stuff it into the door gap tightly, and then seal the gap with tape; then stick the upper half of the second plastic sheet to the door and the lower half to the ground, completely covering the door gap, and then seal the four sides with tape.
Finally, Victor heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and it sounded like the water was falling on the ground.
Victor suddenly realized: Yes, as long as the bathroom door is sealed, the whole bathroom will become a large basin, which is perfect for washing carpets. The detergent can decompose the blood residue very well and will not get it everywhere.
And even if the water leaked to the downstairs, they could break the pipe later and pretend it was an accident. Schiller was indeed experienced.