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This basement is small in size, but it is full of guns/weapons, hand/guns, rifles/guns, submachine guns, light machine/guns, etc. They are hung on the wall in different categories, and each gun has a matching His holster, like Cheng Zesheng's book, was carefully protected.And the gun/barrel of each gun can't see a little rust, the silver is bright and the black is black, like a majestic knight, ready to fight at any time.

There are boxes of bullets of various calibers in the base cabinet, and there are even some special seeds/bombs that are extremely lethal and not in line with humanitarianism, such as Dum/bombs, glass/bombs, etc., which are said to be arsenals It’s not an exaggeration at all, the commonly used and rare ones are here.

"A/K series, Bo/Ronning series, G/Locke series, Bo/Letta series... Fuck, I have never seen some models, and there are enough ammunition/ammunition. He is planning to build his own weapon/ Armed forces revolted?"

"I don't know if you are not rebellious, but it is true that you are rich." He Wei glanced over the barrels of the guns, and took down the sand/eagle from the wall, "Hey, don't you really want to touch it once in your lifetime? Sand/Eagle? Grant your wish."

Chongzhen held the Sha/Eagle in his hands and weighed it. He felt that it was not enjoyable, and even wanted to play a few rounds to try the feel.He Wei walked to another wall and noticed a sudden empty space above a handful of N/P22.There are all kinds of guns/guns on the wall, but here is an extra blank space, which is eye-catching and obvious.

However, not all of Cheng Zesheng's guns were marked with the model number, and He Wei didn't know which one disappeared. He vaguely felt that it might be the Type 92/ that caused his death.There is also a small door on the side of the weapon storehouse, He Wei pushed it open, and there is another trick - there is a small shooting range behind, two shooting positions, no observation hall and no moving target position, the protective measures are very simple, most of them are only used I made such a shooting range for my own entertainment.

The ventilation in the basement is not good. Even though there is an exhaust fan, you can still smell a barely audible smell of gunpowder smoke after opening the door.Chongzhen visually estimated that the distance from the shooting position to the target position was about 25 meters, which just met the requirements of the shooting test.

The earmuffs and goggles of the first shooting position were randomly placed on the table, and there was a silencer pipe next to it. Chongzhen picked it up: "The high-end silencer pipe is detachable. No wonder there are no neighbors around to report it."

"It can't be loaded with any gun, not the Type 92." He Wei pointed at the roof, "The walls and the top must have been silenced, and the pistol/gun's noise isn't too loud, and it's not a rifle/gun. This is still in the basement, and it may be similar to the movement of repairing a car when it is transmitted to the top."

There were several bullet casings scattered on the ground at the shooting position. He squatted down, picked one up, and found brown rust spots on it. At least three days or more, depending on the quantity, at least one box will be cleaned up, and Zheng Youqing will take them all back for inspection."

Chong Zhen also picked up one: "9mm? Could it be the one that shot the victim?"

"So I have to take it back for comparison." He Wei looked at the moving target a few meters away, and it was clear that the bullet holes were all falling near the center of the circle, and there were overlapping penetration holes.Chong Zhen went to retrieve the bullet and asked, "Hey, Lao He, do you think this level of shooting can compete with yours?"

"The distance is not enough, let's talk after 30 meters."

"Hey, look at your proud look, what a sharpshooter, isn't it?"

Zheng Youqing marveled all the way into the small shooting range: "It's amazing, are those guns outside collected by Cheng Zesheng?"

"It seems that he didn't dare to hollow out the basement of his house to do these things?" Chong Zhen shook his head, "At first I thought it was the youth of literature and art who had no power to restrain the chicken, but now it seems that the terrorists are sitting on the fire sharp weapon."

"Youqing, when you checked Cheng Zesheng's clothes, how were the gunpowder residues distributed?" He Wei asked.

"I have data in my computer, most of which are concentrated on the wound, and a small amount of splashes on the shoulders and waist."

He Wei looked at the bullets and shell casings in the evidence bag and fell into deep thought.In the autopsy report, Cheng Zesheng's hands only contained a very small amount of gunpowder, and it cannot be ruled out that the gunpowder residue on the clothes touched it. Du Ruanlan did not write the conclusion that she shot before she died, which proves that she also The components detected were not considered sufficient to make this determination.

However, gunpowder residues are also easy to be cleaned up manually. There was a third person present at the scene, right beside Cheng Zesheng, and most of Cheng Zesheng's corpses were also neatly arranged by him. This possibility is extremely high.

After installing the shell casings and warheads, Zheng Youqing took photos and collected fingerprints. The evidence box she carried was like a small treasure chest, which could conjure anything.Chong Zhen leaned against the wall, looked at the room full of guns, and felt sorry: "These are good guns, and many models are out of production, it's a pity to destroy them."

"What do you want if you don't report it? Take his burden and revolt by yourself?" He Wei patted him on the shoulder, "According to Article 120 of the "Criminal Law", illegal possession or possession of guns and ammunition is serious. Sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than seven years, I think you want to be ruled by the people’s democracy.”

"Tsk, don't even think about it?" Chongzhen picked up the Sand/Eagle on the table, "Good gun, really good gun, what a pity, what a pity."

While he was sighing, He Wei had already called Zheng Furui to report.Zheng Furui was also shocked and surprised by this. He didn't expect that the pianist's house actually had more than a hundred guns in his house, which was the most illegal guns seized in Shengzhou City in recent years.

According to He Wei's speculation, Cheng Zesheng has not been collecting guns for a year or two, and he may have been doing this kind of thing in Canada.If it's really just a hobby, then He Wei can only sigh, this man's enthusiasm for weapons is really staggering.As for how he smuggled/smuggled so many guns into the country, we need to slowly investigate Cheng Zesheng's complicated relationship network to find out.

In short, He Wei had a hunch that this case would be a big project, and it would not be so easy to close the case.Now that an arsenal was found, the reason for his shooting became more complicated. Zheng Furui decided to set up a special case team and appointed He Wei as the team leader to investigate this murder case and give the society and the people an explanation.

"You make a list of whoever you want, and I'll draw for you." Zheng Furui paused, "Also, you haven't been back to the dormitory for two days, have you? All your things have been moved, and if you want to sleep, go to your new home."

The director's work efficiency is high.He Wei sighed, the journey to the bureau would take another half an hour.

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As Hu Songkai said, the abandoned mansion in Fulong Mountain has almost become a tourist attraction.Although the patrolmen are dry-mouthed, the case has not been solved yet, so don't go in and out frequently to increase the workload.But there are some who don't listen to persuasion, insist on going up the mountain, and even ask about the progress of solving the case, they can't do anything to these fans, they are miserable, they can only guard as much as possible.

The car stopped at the slope, and He Wei and Chongzhen went up the mountain together. On the way, they met a group of fans who came to mourn their idols. They told them not to go on the main road, but they were blocked by the police.

He Wei smiled, and followed them up the Fulong Mountain from the hard-trodden path.Chong Zhen walked in front and chatted with those fans all the way, all of whom were Cheng Zesheng.He is thick-skinned and quick-spoken, disguising himself as a fan, and he can chat a few words about everything when he asks and answers, pretending to be airtight.

"Shengsheng is really super warm. Last year's birthday party, it rained heavily. He was stranded at an airport abroad and couldn't come back. He even broadcast a live broadcast and found a piano to play a song for fans who celebrated his birthday. He really The person is super nice, gentle and handsome, why did he leave so suddenly..."

The young little sister's eyes were red as she spoke, which brought several other fans to tears together, and Chong Zhen also had to lower her head, pretending to wipe her eyes.He Wei followed behind, looking much more indifferent, thinking about problems with a blank expression.

The mountain road was steep, and the girl holding the flower stepped on the gravel and slipped. He Wei subconsciously stretched out her hand to help her, her eyes met each other. There was a strange light in her eyes. After standing still, she thanked her softly, and looked back at He Wei from time to time. .

Chong Zhen pulled He Wei and complained in a low voice: "Look at you, you're still flirting with girls when you come out to handle the case."

He Wei looked puzzled, what kind of girl are you flirting with?Is it wrong to help others?

The flowers presented by the fans were placed outside the cordon, and after taking turns bowing, they reluctantly went down the mountain and left.The girl who had just been helped by He Wei stood behind, and quietly tugged on the sleeve of his coat: "Thank you for your help just now."

"You're welcome."

"May I ask, are you and Cheng Zesheng friends?"

He Wei turned his head to look at her, obviously not understanding why she would ask such a question.Covering half of her face with her hand, the girl said softly, "I ran into you on the street, I'll give you some tips, drink vending machine."

He Wei's eyelids twitched, the girl observed his expression, a layer of disappointment floated on her pretty face: "It's fine if you can't remember."

After everyone was gone, Chong Zhen poked He Wei's arm: "Hey, what did that little girl tell you?"

"She said... Cheng Zesheng knew me."

"?" Chongzhen was not surprised, shrugged, "Did he confuse you with He Lu? Their advertising agency and entertainment circle also have intersections, you can ask He Lu when you have time."

He Wei also thought this way, so he neither admitted nor denied it just now.He and Chongzhen stepped into the mansion again, and through the efforts of Hu Songkai and Xia Liang, they had already drawn an arc-shaped shooting area and determined the shooting point. The old man and the young man probably just finished their busy work and were sitting together eating popsicles.

Xia Liang is a good boy, very sensible, when he sees He Wei, he immediately stands up.Hu Songkai, an old fritter, was more skinny and shameless than Chongzhen. He shook his paw, which meant that he asked Xiaoxia to explain to them, and he didn't even bother to say hello.

"He Detachment, we speculate that the shooting location is near the door. The range and span of the scattered gunpowder/powder residues are large, and the sofa is also touched, so we speculate that the murderer may have pushed or fought with someone on the sofa."

"There are no obvious traces of fighting." He Wei touched the sofa with his hand, "Besides, this is a leather sofa, fingerprints can be easily removed."

"Really! He Detachment, you believe me!" Xia Liang pulled him to squat down, "Look, the sole of the sofa is a little bit off. I turned on the light and looked inside, and the dust marks were off by 0.5 cm."

He Wei took a flashlight and turned on the light to see. As Xia Liang said, the position of the sofa has been changed.He smiled and stroked Xia Liang's hair: "The young man really has good eyes."

Xia Liang chuckled, and Chong Zhen remembered the glass bead: "The marble was found under the sofa, it is likely that the murderer dropped it, did the trace inspection result come out?"

"How can it be so fast? I was delayed in identifying the type of gun/gun before, and today I brought back a batch of bullet casings, and the technical team worked overtime all night." He Wei touched the marks caused by the movement of the sofa legs, "According to this speculation, this The third person and the murderer may not be in a cooperative relationship, but on Cheng Zesheng's side."

"It's also possible that Cheng Zesheng was killed, the spoils were not evenly distributed, and the batch of guns wanted to be monopolized by each other," Chong Zhen snapped his fingers, "The case has been solved again."

"There's no need to start a fight here. You can go back to the basement to fight again. There is ample space and good concealment, and the corpse is not easy to find." He Wei's attention was focused on the traces of the scene that had been cleaned up around the corpse, "here Although it is hidden enough, there are still students who come to explore—”

His words stopped abruptly, and he stood up abruptly to observe the entrance of the villa not far away, and asked after a while: "Xiao Xia, did you ask why they came to explore when taking notes?"

"Ah? At that time, they said that they saw someone posting an expedition order on the website. If you complete it, there will be a bonus. I often see it..."

"Go and find out when this expedition order was issued, and who issued it." He Wei walked to the area that had been trampled into a mass grave before, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe there are footprints left, in the footprints trampled by the students."