Chapter 697: Murder scene and a fuse

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As he viewed this list of information, Reef's expression turned grave.

Who knew what these information represented.

A pack of Deinonychus could be described as greeting gifts to the trio.

However, if a Tyrannosaurus was added into the equation of Deinonychus, that would be sufficient might to condemn the trio into an unavoidable death!

Furthermore, the way this corpse died by way of suicide, compounded the cruelness that this world presented!

After affirming that there was nothing else of value around, Mogensha and Reef prepared to leave.

At this moment, Sheyan abruptly exclaimed.

"Something's amiss, take a look at the corpse's hand."

While speaking, Sheyan strolled over and lifted the corpse's hand. This action of his startled a cluster of buzzing green house flies.

Instantly, everyone noticed that both hands of the corpse, which was initially covered by the sleeves, were clenched tightly into fists.

"If he really committed suicide, where's the gun he used?"

This question immediately perplexed everyone on scene.

Mogensha suspiciously asked.

"Perhaps....others have passed through here before us. Feeling that this was a dangerous zone of dinosaurs, they took the weapon along with them?"

Sheyan replied.

"If it was a suicide, his brain would've been obliterated in an instant, resulting in a brief pain before losing all grasp of your own senses within a split second. His fingers should've loosened and not be tightly clenched like this."

"There are two possibilities for the clenched fists. He was poisoned, and that led to the pulling of the tendon, or he suffered excruciating agony before he died; where he struggled immensely with his fist clenched. There's still approximately two to three hours before dawn, where smaller savage dinosaurs would come and feast and clean up these corpses. When that happens, it would be hard to discover such details anymore."

As he spoke, Sheyan pulled open the corpse's coat. As expected, clear traces of being tied up and beaten could be seen. Sheyan then indifferently spoke.

"It is obvious setting up a scene of suicide was to pull the wool over other's eyes....in this perspective of the deceased being murdered, the killer must've already gotten he or she came for. This signifies one thing – the mission the Skull Party accepted is vividly portrayed, and that is to acquire that report the killer obtained. A true pity…...if we weren't in a rush to rescue Zi, I really wanted to take a glimpse of that insider report."

"Is that report extremely important?" Mogensha curiously asked.

Sheyan faintly replied.

"Take a look at the deceased's suit and Davide Cenci shirt; low key yet luxurious. He wears a Patek Philippe watch and a diamond stud earring at his ear. See how provocative that ruby ring he is wearing is. The age of the deceased should be roughly twenty, but one can deduce the influence of his backer…..or precisely speaking, the tremendous influence his parents possesses. This can explain the reason for setting up a feigned suicide scene. Think about it, to prompt someone to take on such enormous risks, to the extent of silencing the person after gaining the report. This is akin to kidnapping the child of a wealthy tycoon on the level of Bill Gates, and still killing off the child after gaining the needed information. Can it not be of utmost importance?"

"But it's gonna be tough tracking down the killer." Reef shook his head and continued. "The killer covered his tracks impeccably. If it was a mission related to the Skull Party, then there should be relevant obtainable notifications here, but all I see is empty air."

Sheyan slowly squatted and answered.

"If you say there isn't even a tiny clue, that isn't entirely right. Take a look here."

Upon releasing that statement, Reef and Brother Black crowded over.

"Since the killer wishes to disguise this as suicide, naturally he must strive to minimize the victim's movement. Otherwise, it would reveal too many gaps. Hence, we can determine the victim did die on this high-backed chair, with the office desk before him."

"Therefore, to present a scene of the victim shooting himself, the murder shot couldn't have been done elsewhere; like behind the victim or in front of the obstructing desk. We can easily pinpoint the killer's standing location....and from the different amount of dust on the ground, it should be right here."

At present, the warm rays of a corner lamp dimly illuminated the room, one could even observe the tiny floating dust in the air. As Sheyan spoke, he pointed towards a point on the ground.

Before this murder act happened, there were probably 7-8 days where nobody had entered here. The ground was filled with dust sediments, where a indistinct footprint could be fathomed. Nevertheless, due to the awkward angle of that spot and the dimly lit ambience, it was exceedingly hard to discover that particular footprint.

"Thus, the length of the killer's footprint has surfaced before our eyes. I've learned of this before, that research shows that the height of most people is correlated with the length of their feet. Approximately, one's height is 6.876 times of the length of one's feet! Of course, there will be variations, but we can roughly guess the person's height."

Speaking till here, Sheyan paused before he pointed at a single file of footprints leading to this spot.

"Do you notice a resemblance in this footprint, that is presumably left behind by the killer? Wide and disciplined proportions between each footprint, and a very straight line! The heels of the footprints are deeper and larger, while the front is shallower; indicated the individual is accustomed to walking in a confident and organized manner.....relating this to the killer disguising a murder as gunshot suicide, and even managing to wipe off most traces…..therefore, we can guess the killer's genuine status."

"A militant. Or perhaps, one that is trained in armed discipline. That is the only explanation."

"Of course, with just these details, we still cannot be fully certain. Nevertheless, the killer has left behind something. That is something that should be present but isn't. That itself has given me more hints."

"What is this…...something that should be present but isn't?" Reef felt that phrasing was rather awkward sounding. Instead, Mogensha was deep in thoughts.

Sheyan stood up and strolled towards the wealthy child. He then positioned his fingers to model a gun, and pointed it into the unlucky corpse's mouth. Then, he stuffed his finger gun in, and mimicked a muffled gunshot.

"Are you trying to imply, there is something missing from this scene?"

"Yes....a bullet head! The bullet head that tore through this unlucky brat's brains!"

Mogensha cried out and almost lost his voice.

Sheyan retracted his hand, as he squinted his eyes and gazed through the terrifying gap through the deceased's mouth. His line of sight filtered past the enormous horrifying blood hole of brains, and reached the concrete floor behind.

Ignoring the ghastly wound and the repulsive stench, Sheyan carefully inspected for a brief while before seriously announcing.

"When that fatal shot was released, it first blasted through this unlucky child's head, and struck there."

As he spoke. Sheyan bent and pointed towards a tiny splintered crack.

"The bullet's direction must've been slanted, and ricocheted before landing against the ceiling…...oh ho, ricocheted again. Thus, the bullet eventually landed here."

Sheyan continued strolling towards a nearby table and spoke.

"Ah, don't look at me like that, I'm a human not God. I only managed to discover the true orientation of the bullet, by trailing the killer's footprint over to here, that's all."

While speaking, Sheyan leapt onto the table, and stretched his hand towards the window frame. Right there, along the wooden crafted window frame, was a small yet distinct bullet hole. From the fibers around that wooden hole, one could tell it had been forcibly dug at before.

"Right here. The bullet finally shot into the window frame, before the killer swiftly dug it out and left. The only explanation for doing that is this – The bullet head clearly indicates a military grade bullet. If someone discovers it, his identity may be exposed and immense troubles would befall him."

Sheyam finally summarized.

"Even though in our real world, tracing back a bullet head to its origin is considerably rare, however, this world is different from the real world. The flood of dinosaurs is merely the largest difference. Thus, I can boldly claim that new weapons have been developed specially to deal with those dinosaurs, and still make it feasible to harvest their precious dinocrystals."

"This narrows down the scope of possible killers. A militant whose height is approximately 180 centimetres. One who thinks meticulously and has outstanding aptitude. Moreover, he is someone who has the authority of wielding a special light firearm, that employs special bullets."

"We all know how the strict the military is. This person is probably someone who has contributed substantially in hunting down dinosaurs, one with a considerable status. That is why he possesses the capability to operate alone, to kidnap a prestigious child of a wealthy family into this dinosaur disaster zone for interrogation, before silencing him."

"I also think this individual is pretty economically stable. Otherwise, he would've been moved by the branded watch and diamond studs of this second generation tycoon. He could've simply staged the scene that a robber had kidnapped the kid and committed homicide afterwards. Finally, just a baseless conjecture, I feel as though this matter is related to a crime of passion. Oh, of course this conjecture has nothing supporting it."

"Boss, perhaps you should sell off your boat."

Brother Black lit a cigar and jested.

"Then rent the building, 221 A Baker St in London, and set up a private detective office."

(Sherlock Holmes stays in Baker St 221 B)

Sheyan squinted his eyes and continued.

"Hmm, in conclusion, say, if the deceased is a sufficiently important figure, he could very well be a fuse....let's go my friends. For our next destination, we need to rush to the nearest city to acquire more clues before proceeding, I just hope, Zi can hold on until we find her."

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