North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 617 345 Critical Clue2

So people were attempting to obtain samples of the liquids from the freezers, others were crouched on the ground inspecting every inch of the floor, while Holz was looking up at the five sowhat frightening bodies overhead with deeply furrowed brows.

Dean walked over to him. "What do you think? Can you figure out how these people died? I'm very curious about how the killer managed to fix these bodies up there with just a few large nails."

Holz was a professional forensic scientist, well-experienced and knowledgeable, and may have co across similar murder thods before.

Upon hearing Dean's question, Holz twisted his sowhat sore neck but didn't directly answer. Instead, he counter-asked, "Dean, do you know what the real cause of death was for those more than twenty puzzle victims that were hung up before?"

"Strangulation!"

Dean's mind flashed through the scenes he had seen before, replaying each one, as he gave an affirmative answer. "Although I didn't take down the bodies to examine them closely, I noticed their facial muscles were slack and rigid. There were no secondary strangulation marks on their necks. Therefore, I suspect they had been injected with so kind of anesthetic before being hung up, causing the facial muscle rigidity."

Normally, the faces of those hanged to death would be contorted and grotesque, with lips pulled up to expose the gum beds, the tongue sticking out, and with rigor mortis, would maintain this ghoulish appearance for a day or two. But the more than twenty bodies that made up the towering puzzle were not like this. So, Dean suspected that before being hanged, these people had already been injected with an agent that caused this abnormal situation.

Holz gave Dean a direct thumbs-up.

"Your deduction is correct.

"We found an overdose of Muscle Hardeners in those victims' bodies.

"The killer was extrely brutal. Under the effect of the drug, those victims were in a petrified state before they were hanged.

"They could only watch helplessly as they and their companions were hung, feeling suffocation gradually pervading their awareness, slowly experiencing the approach of death—a kind of double torture, both physical and ntal.

"In fact, even if those victims hadn't been hung, they would have died from the overdose of the drug, effectively suffocating themselves."

Saying this, Holz pointed to the five bodies overhead. "It should be the sa here. Under normal circumstances, the contact area of the iron nails is so small that human flesh and blood cannot support a body weighing over a hundred pounds without it falling. This would only be possible if these bodies were like wooden planks or plaster. Does this give you so hints?"

After listening to Holz's hint, Dean's eyes widened slightly.

What thod could turn a body of flesh and blood into sothing with the properties of wooden planks and plaster?

Dean glanced at the freezer filled with unknown cryogenic liquids and said hesitantly, "Freezing?"

The problem was, there were no signs of freezing on the surface of the bodies.

Holz, however, nodded. "Right, but not the kind of freezing we know—injectable freezing. Dean, you should know that our bodies contain a large amount of fluid. So agents, once injected, can solidify all the bodily fluids. Without dissection, it's hard to tell from the appearance."

His gaze intensified.

"This thod of murder is similar to the previous Muscle-Rigidity Agent.

"Before death, the victim's senses would be greatly heightened, able to feel part by part of their body disappearing... as if they had never possessed that part of the body.

"This thod, I had only heard of before but have never seen.

"Dean, if I'm not mistaken, there likely isn't any blood evidence left at the scene.

"You really have big trouble on your hands now."

This wasn't an ordinary killer. Holz felt Dean had truly t his match this ti and might be in over his head.

THUD THUD THUD.

A noisy sound ca from the cellar.

A few burly security guards with gloomy faces were using tools to remove the large iron nails from the cellar ceiling that fixed the five bodies in place. The ends of those iron nails had been embedded in the bodies.

The process was not at all pleasant.

These bodies were extraordinarily heavy, and the straps set up were pulled very tight. This made Lawrence sowhat admire Holz's foresight. If it hadn't been for Holz's suggestion to set up sothing like safety ropes in the air first, those security guards might not have been able to hold on to these heavy bodies once they lost the support of the large nails.

After the bodies were brought down, Dean reached out and touched them. The bodies weren't as hard as he had imagined but possessed a certain toughness. They were also slightly swollen. However, this swelling was different from the bloat of decomposing bodies; it was more like the full, solid expansion of concrete poured into a mold.

Holz, on the other hand, wearing gloves, inspected them even more ticulously.

The situation was more troubleso than he had imagined.

He looked at Dean with a sowhat schadenfreude expression. "Buddy, the killer is even more brutal than I thought. After injecting the drugs and watching these people suffocate to death, he then froze them. Finally, he nailed these five unfortunate fellows to the ceiling. His need for revenge is strong; I suspect he has psychological problems too."

Dean rolled his eyes. As if that wasn't obvious.

Normal people kill by stabbing—knife in, knife out—or simply shoot and leave. At most, they might cast the body in cent or dismber the corpse. Rarely does a killer have the leisure to arrange the bodies into a puzzle after the deed.