Live with the forensic chief

Facing Xu Xiao, Shu Meng put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly narrated their previous guesses.

Although Xu Xiao was a hot-tempered person who was good at cursing, but when he really got into the case-handling procedure, he never interrupted when he listened to Shu Meng's analysis.

Lin Pu waited for the interval between what they said, and walked around the background for a while.

Standing not far from those coffee cups, trace inspectors are squatting to extract fingerprints and sample shoe prints.

He looked at it for a while, and Shu Meng came over and said to him: "There are so many people in the backstage, and there is no way to confirm the footprints in front of the table."

Lin Pu saw Xu Xiao rushing across the corridor, and turned his head as he walked, shouting: "Today, I turned the backstage upside down and found that cup for me! I'm leaving!"

"Go slowly." Shu Meng muttered twice.

"Both of you help to find it too!" Xu Xiaoyuan shouted, "Anyway, you seem to be free!"

"..." Lin Pu sighed, "Are we free?"

Shu Meng shrugged: "Just leave work early."

He swayed around twice, looking at Lin Pu: "Let me ask you, if it were you, how would you eliminate the evidence?"

"Burn it." Lin Pu said, "Hide the paper and take it out and burn it. It's an excellent way to destroy corpses and traces."

"Not only burn it, but use chemical reagents, or soak it in water, or even bury it in the ground." Shu Meng closed his eyes, "That's not the purpose of the other agency's delaying time, so we have to change our thinking."

"Where are the things brought in hidden?" Shumeng said, "How did you bring them in? These are the same questions. Look at these."

Shu Meng held the two sides of the door with his hands, and pointed to the metal detector on it, as well as the place where the performance supplies were stored. All the things on the scene were still placed in a mess, but they were obviously unmoved.

"Nothing is allowed backstage," Schumeng said, "except for performance items."

"Performance supplies." Lin Pu repeated thoughtfully.

He leaned against the wall, folded his hands together and leaned against his mouth: "... Where did I not find it, what did I miss."

As Shu Meng spoke, he took out his gloves and shoe covers, and handed one to Lin Pu, "Wear it."

"Yes." Lin Pu nodded.

In every lounge in the promenade, the things are still in their original state. Lin Pu looked through some, but still has no clue.

He walked across the promenade and out on the other side of the stage.

I have always entered from one side and exited from one side before, and this is the first time to go this side.

Going out from this side door, you can see the stairs of the stage, but unlike the right side, the audience area is obviously released here, so that the audience can almost lean on the steps next to it.

Lin Pu took off his shoe covers and held them in his hands, walked around slowly, looked at the stage from this angle, lowered his eyes, and used his feet to push aside the banners on the ground, beer bottles, all kinds of messy paper and the remains of inflatable sticks, and There are... coffee cups.

Paper cups, the same as the coffee cups inside, were discarded everywhere on the beach.In fact, the first time you come, you should notice that these cups come from the only chain coffee shop next to the beach.

He didn't know if there would be the one they were looking for among the hundreds.

The dirty beach is unmaintained, and there is a smell of corruption in the air.

He looked up, and there were only dense black clouds above his head.

Lin Pu returned to the backstage corridor, Shu Meng and Yu Fei were in their lounge.The room is a small and crowded place. After Lin Pu entered, Yu Fei and Shu Meng were talking: "Nothing has been moved, except for some personal mobile phone wallets, guitars and other musical instruments."

"Have you checked?" Schumeng asked.

"I've checked it, and there are no traces." Yu Fei said, "We assume that the murderer should have worn gloves to cover his fingerprints. Wearing gloves for decoration is a common thing during performances...but unfortunately, we Checking the video, no one wore gloves after going on stage, everything else was backstage."

"Are there any gloves?" Schumeng asked.

"No one is missing." Yu Fei said, "Unless the organizer lied about it."

Shu Meng sighed helplessly. He patted the chair in front of him with his gloved hand, showing a helpless look.

"Maybe our thinking is complicated, isn't it?" Yu Fei said, "Even if it's not passionate killing, it's premeditated killing, but we are used to crimes with high IQ, so we will inevitably fall into such a vicious circle...It is because we overestimate the murderer gone."

"It's not considered premeditated high IQ crime to think of pretending to be a high-level poisonous murderer. Do you police have any misunderstanding about the term high IQ?" Shumeng complained.

"You fucking do it yourself!" Yu Fei said angrily.

"Calm down your anger." Shu Meng patted him and leaned over, "Don't we want to help you..."

Lin Pu didn't give up yet, he followed Shumeng's hand with his gaze, and saw a not-dry inflatable stick on the table except for some paper towels and sundries.

Shu Meng's gloved hand happened to touch it, and pressed it casually on the stick that was still alive.

"Wait a minute." Lin Pu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Shu Meng and Yu Fei looked at him together.

Lin Pu put his hand on the inflatable stick, and said, "This is...the one they will swing at the concert?"

"Yes." Yu Fei said.

"The other one, isn't it only when the two are together?" Lin Pu said, "This thing can enter the backstage, right?"

"Sure, the organizer will send it directly." Yu Fei said.

"Where did the sponsor post it?" Lin Pu asked.

"At the little shop that goes into the beach."

"It's the first camera..." Lin Pu said, "Did you see anyone suspicious?!"

"No." Yu Fei said, "Anyone can take it."

"Anyone can..."

Lin Pu began to construct the appearance of the whole beach in his mind, the salty sea breeze and the sultry air, and gradually, voices began to be heard in his ears.

Slowly, people with his fantasies filled the audience area one by one. Everyone waved soda, beer, banners, and inflatable sticks in their hands.

The "popping" sound of the inflatable stick, the sound of evaporating into the air, the whole place is under the flood of light and noise, and instantly returns to calm and returns to reality.

Then, a floor plan of the stage, backstage, and audience area unfolded in my mind.

Lin Pu picked up the stick, untied the bottom of the inflatable stick, and the gas could be released from it.After the gas was completely released, he tore a hole at the bottom, pressed his fingers against the outer material of the inflatable rod, and pinched it.

"Is it fun?" Shumeng said, "I'll find someone to play for you and call you."

"...What?" Lin Pu looked at him inexplicably.

"Okay, I know you don't go online anymore." Shu Meng made a gesture of surrender with both hands.

Lin Pu turned over the completely deflated inflatable stick.

"If Shi//'s//Ning crystals are stuffed into the blowing port of the inflatable stick and brought backstage together with other things." Lin Pu said, "As long as the report is for performances, who would care about an inflatable stick?"

he finished.Both Shu Meng and Yu Fei were stunned for a moment.

"But the mouth of the blower blows in?" Yu Fei said, "It won't be swallowed by blowing."

"Just put it in your mouth." Shu Meng said, "And if you don't put it on the coffee cup, you can let him drink it again..."

"Cut the inflatable stick, turn it over and apply the crystals directly on the mouth of the coffee cup. After the other party finishes drinking, the cut inflatable stick can be easily shrunk and hidden anywhere on the body, hugging the flattened coffee cup, It doesn’t leave fingerprints, and it’s easy to dispose of.” Lin Pu said, “The back door leads directly to the beach, and there are spectators next to it. The garbage on the beach has not been disposed of yet. The coffee cup is still a blowpipe. There is no need to wait for the incident to take it back and put it backstage. Of course, this is based on the person on the stage. It would be easier if the murderer didn’t need to be on the stage. It can be discarded at any place, and even if it is not shoveled away by the garbage dump in a few days, it will be slowly swallowed or washed away by sand."

The room was silent.

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder outside.

"It's going to rain..." Lin Pu shouted, "It's going to rain! The evidence may be on the beach! We must go out and find it now!"

"I'll call someone!" Yu Fei said.

"Walk."

Lin Pu ran out first.

The rest of the group followed, which he believed to be just to the side of the stage to the beach.

Lin Pu squatted down, ignoring the dirt on his trousers and knees, and looked closely at the things on the ground.

"He can't throw it far." Lin Pu shouted, "As long as it is an inflatable stick and a paper coffee cup! Be careful of damaged inflatable sticks."

After a long while, Yu Fei came out, took several big bags and shouted: "Captain Xu said it! Take all suspicious things back in bags and test them one by one! Don't let any one go!"

It's long overdue.

Lin Pu thought with a sigh.

Although the search area was not large, Lin Pu was impatient due to his eagerness, and he grabbed the neckline with his hands to breathe.

Holding the sand surface with his hands, he saw a few drops of water sporadically dripping from his fingers, and then, it started to rain heavily like pouring over his head.

This rainstorm came at the wrong time.

He had to raise his hand to block it.

He picked up a nearby paper cup and put it in the evidence bag he was holding. When he wanted to stand up, he touched the sand with his hand.

He saw the remains of a black inflatable stick on the sand that had been wet by rain. He lifted it up, and the lower blade split into two halves. Then, Lin Pu saw the thin blowing stick underneath. .

It is inserted in the sand, preserved by this special topography.

Lin Pu's head buzzed, and he couldn't help laughing. He pushed the sand away, and hurriedly stuffed it into the evidence bag. Then, he sat on the ground happily and took a breath.

The rain was already heavy, and his hair was almost wet, but he suddenly felt a sense of irritability that had been extinguished by the rain.

Just as I was thinking, the rain above my head stopped.

"...What are you doing sitting?" Shu Meng looked down at him holding an umbrella.

Lin Pu didn't want to speak, but panted slightly, then held up his evidence bag, showing a rare childish expression, and showed it to Shu Meng as if asking for credit.

Shu Meng raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised and happy, but still said: "You found it? You stand up first, your pants are soaked, how will you go back later..."

"I can't stand up anymore..." Lin Pu heaved his chest and looked ahead, "I'm so tired..."

Shu Meng squatted down holding the umbrella: "What? Are you acting like a baby? You just made me angry, and now you are acting like a baby with me."

"...I don't." Lin Pu was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, I just lost my temper at myself." Shu Meng smiled, "I'm talking about you, why do you look like you've been doused by the rain?"

"...just because I feel a little tired when I think this is the beginning." Lin Pu said.

Shu Meng squatted next to him holding an umbrella, the raindrops splashing on the umbrella surface, in this small space, he could smell the smell of Shu Meng's body, mixed with the rain like fragrant grass, it was reassuring and heart-warming.

"Get up." Shu Meng held out his hand to him.

Lin Pu grabbed his wrist and stood up.

Lin Pu handed over the evidence bag to the police next to him. His trousers were covered with dirt, as was his white shirt. He rubbed the stain on his arm and said, "I just want to go back and take a shower and sleep for a while. Sleep……"

"Let's go, go back and wait for the news." Shu Meng said, "Your battle has just begun, Lawyer Lin."