Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 184 Imprint
Without exact coordinates as a guide, anyone would get lost in this desert, especially in the middle of the night.

"Judging from the wreckage at the scene, Vice-captain Eric only brought a regular gun, and went to a bar in Jianlong Town to drink before heading here, which shows that in his original plan, there will be no battle. "

After investigating all the wreckage that could be found at the scene, Lu Xiang came to a conclusion, "Therefore, it is very likely that the person who brought him here was a person he trusted so much that when Eric did not make any preparations, died here."

In this vast desert, even if the law enforcement officers want to investigate afterwards, there is no way to investigate.

"I always feel that the posture of this corpse is a bit weird."

Song Lan stood at the place where Lu Xiang deduced that Eric was attacked, looking up at the darkened sky.

This angle is where the rotary machine gun on the armed helicopter is shooting at him. What is the subconscious reaction of ordinary people if they encounter this situation?
Cover your head or chest with your hands, and then run directly in the direction of the hover car.

However, when Eric faced the rotary machine gun, he made a rather strange movement—when he was shot and fell down, he turned sideways, tried his best to bury his right arm in the sand, and used his own body as a Cover to cover his arm.

This is why almost all the bones in his chest and left half of his body were shattered.

"I checked his right hand, and he didn't have a prosthetic implant."

Lu Xiang naturally also noticed this unusual place, but she didn't think for a while why Eric tried to protect his right hand.

"He only had surgery on the prosthetic eye and strengthening the tendon of the leg. The other parts are all original. The prosthetic eye has been completely damaged..."

For the sake of Song Lan's mental health, she didn't continue talking.

In the absence of any cover, Eric's head was hit by more than a dozen bullets from the rotary machine gun, and no matter what was implanted in it, it was completely scrapped.

"Could it be this thing?"

Song Lan stretched out her hand, glanced at the imprint on her wrist, and swiped it at the code scanner in the compound every day when commuting to and from get off work, which was the same as the employee card.

But because Eric had been buried in the sand for nearly a week, even the skin on his right arm, which he tried his best to preserve, was mostly dried, and what was presented to them at this moment was only the skeleton. part.

If his colleagues found his unburied body the next day, they might be able to see the clue from his strange posture.

Unfortunately, until now, his colleagues thought he was just on a business trip this time.

"This imprint can also be used as an unlocking order for some network security locks."

Lu Xiang suddenly said, before Song Lan opened her mouth, she didn't think of this possibility, because the location of the imprint is not fixed, it can be decided by the user, and even if the imprint is really rejected, it can also be registered in the mobile phone inside.

The downside is that once the phone is lost, the picker can use the imprint to obtain a lot of information about the owner.

"I should have transferred you to the Crime Analysis Section."

Lu Xiang felt that if Song Lan could always focus on work, they would be able to solve many unsolved cases accumulated in the early years, but how to keep Song Lan motivated to work might be much more difficult than solving the case itself. In her opinion , that is basically the same level of difficulty as inventing a perpetual motion machine.

"Director, actually, I've been keeping something from you."

Hearing this, Song Lan immediately covered his forehead with his left hand, his expression was filled with pain, beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, "reasoning will put a huge burden on my mind, once reasoning exceeds 5 minutes a day, There will be irreparable consequences."

Song Lan knew that the excuse he came up with was completely untenable, but what he wanted to bet was not to deceive Lu Xiang, but that the latter would feel sorry for him and not put too much workload on him.

This is the advantage of dating a department head.

How much workload he has, in the end, is not all a matter of Lu Xiang's words.

Lu Xiang sighed, she had heard that when fate opens a window for you, it will definitely close a door for you.

This was very evident in Song Lan.

While fate gave him unparalleled abilities and a clever mind, it turned him into a salted fish.

"The problem now is that in his current state, we can't extract the imprint."

"But at least, we know he has something hidden in the department, and we don't know if the hackers have a way to decipher what's inside."

"The law enforcement department uses the internal network. It is difficult to invade the internal network from the outside. Even if the hackers are capable, they don't have the guts to fight against the law enforcement in the capital."

The image of law enforcement officers in the capital of No. 12 is different from that of District [-]. The other party can really bring fear to criminals, which can be seen from the fact that they only had one vicious wounding case within a month.

"Then what if I find a way to lend his computer?"

"I can try."

Lu Xiang said it a bit reluctantly, the most important thing is not the technical reason, but isn't she doing the same as knowing the law and breaking the law?
Hacking into a law enforcement department's intranet and stealing material from it is a felony wherever it is located.

Lu Xiang, who never pretended to be a criminal, was condemned by his conscience just thinking about it for a while, but right now, this might be their only chance to find out the truth.

The missing former leader, the vice-captain Eric who was lured to the "outside" and was brutally killed, the rewritten surveillance video, and the influx of CTEA-32, her intuition told her that these incidents did not exist alone, and that there was a pair of invisible black hands. Everything is moving behind the scenes.

She took a deep breath, "Go and steal Eric's computer at night, but don't let others find out."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

"Ok?"

Lu Xiang frowned, and stared at Song Lan suspiciously, "Why are you a professional? Have you ever stolen anything else?"

"your heart."

For a while, the sand fell into a dead silence, and even the death crabs, who were watching, froze in place.

After a long time, Lu Xiang had no choice but to bend down and pat Song Lan's shoulder from behind.

If she remembers correctly, it should be Song Lan who suddenly said something surprising, right?
Why was she, the one being molested, not even had time to blush, but the flirt was so ashamed that she squatted down with her back to her, almost buried her head in the sand?
"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."

Song Lan still maintained the same posture, "I'll do a little research on how to use "Loser Eats Dust"."

For a moment, his brain twitched, and he thought of a way that he thought could perfectly divert the topic.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Looking at Lu Xiang's shocked eyes, he really wanted to learn from the Death Crab, and plunged directly into this sea of ​​sand.

Obviously this trick is very useful in the movie, why did the taste change when he said it?

Song Lan couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to continue thinking about it.

Now he just wants to use Loser Dust to turn the time back to 5 minutes ago, and then act as if nothing happened.

(End of this chapter)