Chapter 538: Chapter 291: Three Clues, the Desperate Policewoman (Two in One)
“Tattoos?”
A male officer who initially wanted to touch suddenly stepped back, “FK, are you saying the killer peeled off the victim’s tattooed skin and stuck it here?”
During the conversation,
he felt extrely uneasy all over.
Because this male officer himself had more than ten tattoos.
Another male officer also had quite a few.
In fact, the female officer who had left earlier also had several tattoos on her arms.
Green didn’t have tattoos and didn’t feel revolted; instead, he felt sowhat pleased, “With these tattoos, we might be able to identify the victim’s identity. Many tattoos have special anings. This is a very good clue.”
“It’s not that complicated.”
Brian shook his head, “I slled a faint scent of urea and ammonia on these tattoos; they wouldn’t normally be preserved this long, but because they were separated from the body, and because of the relatively sealed space here, even after several years, I can still sll it.”
“Urea and ammonia?”
Green puzzled, “Brian, are you talking about a pissy sll?”
The two male officers also subconsciously sniffed and looked at Brian.
Besides decay and so indescribable nauseating sll, they didn’t detect any pissy odor.
Brian nodded:
“Many countries have a tattoo culture, but the sources and anings are different.
For example, in Hua Country, only prisoners would tattoo their faces to sha them.
Like many primitive tribes, they also have a tradition of tattooing, which represents so primitive beliefs or totem characteristics.
Early pirate culture used it to declare their strength and experiences…
Different regions’ tattoos have different developntal histories, similarly, the materials they used are also different, so use plant pignts, so use mineral pignts, but only one place uses urine…”
Green didn’t know much about this.
Another male officer also looked a bit confused after hearing it.
Only the officer who almost touched the human skins showed a sudden realization:
“Prison!
I once worked as a guard in a prison when I was young.
When those gang mbers in prison accept new people, they would use urine, baby oil, burning cotton, and aluminum to make tattoo pignts. If conditions were insufficient, they would directly use burnt rubber, ash, and urine to make the simplest pignts.
Urine is indeed a material often seen in their tattoo recipes.”
“Why would they use sothing as disgusting as urine?”
Green expressed his inability to understand.
Brian chuckled:
“Urine is actually cleaner than you think, and in the past, it was often used to mix organic biological pignts.
Biological bodies are also natural color extractors.
For instance, if you were fed dragon fruit or mango every day until your urine turned red or yellow, you could extract these pignts from your urine.
I rember people even used mummies to make pignts, saying it wouldn’t fade for thousands of years…”
“There are really many talents in prison…”
Green suddenly felt that if he went to prison, he would be easily despised,
because he knew too little.
“Diseases are also abundant.”
Brian smiled:
“Prison tattoos are hotspots for cross-infection of contagious diseases, even more than infections between n.
Green, as you know, prisoners themselves are a valuable resource, so in prison, private tattooing is prohibited, and these prisoners all do this secretly. A tattoo could take several years to complete.
Moreover, the longer they stay in prison, the more tattoos they tend to have.
Pain brings them a different feeling, making them feel alive.”
He casually shared so not-so-common knowledge with his subordinate Green.
These pieces of information had co from mbers of the Kamor family whom Brian knew from their ti in New York; those people were frequent jailbirds.
Thinking of the scattered mbers of the Kamor family…
Brian lost the interest to continue explaining.
He took a flashlight from one of the male officers and pointed it at the wall covered in tattooed human skins: “These tattooed human skins are mostly from prisoners or people who have been in prison. Considering that the cris here happened in recent years, I’m more inclined to believe these victims were forr prison inmates. That’s the direction you should investigate next, Green.”
Green nodded, turned to the two male officers behind him: “I need assistance from the local law enforcent office…”
The male officers nodded, “No problem, we will pay extra attention to these people. The question is, why can’t the victims be current prisoners? In reality, finding so many people who have been in jail isn’t easy, especially in small places like ours.”
“Because of the price…”
Green showed his snow-white teeth to the two male officers, “The price of buying a serving prisoner is not sothing you’d want to know!”
Saying so, he turned to the officer who had ntioned his past as a security guard in a prison, with a sowhat enigmatic remark: “It seems the prison you were in was for minor offenders.”
Green’s most striking teeth reflected a ghastly glow under the flashlight, sending an unsettling chill to the two male officers.
They instinctively chose to keep quiet, no longer curious to ask further.”
..
The following inspection didn’t uncover many clues.
However, Brian discovered that this seemingly old furnace had been precisely modified to compress outside air into the crematorium, increasing the temperature when burning oil, and also ventilating the basent.
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