part-time profiler

Collect materials, clean up the scene, and transport the body to the funeral home for autopsy.

The first issue now is to identify the victim.

City Council.

Yan Su was drinking tea in the reception room, Zhao Ju personally delivered black goji berries to him, the two were chatting, mainly because Zhao Ju was nagging, and the topic was nothing more than a blind date, finding a partner, organizing and arranging.

Zhao Ju said so much that spit was flying all over the place, Yan Su stared out of the window expressionlessly, with the appearance of a master of Taoism.

In the technical investigation room, Zhang Ke was lying on the table, eyes wide open, Yan Yan folded his arms and asked, "There is no matching missing person?"

Zhang Ke sat up, shook his head, put his hands on the keyboard, and tapped dispensably: "There is no match, the deceased is not among the missing persons."

"In such a big vegetable market, with people coming and going, no one knew the deceased?" Zhang Ke wondered.

Yan Yan sat on the edge of the table and spread his hands, more helpless than him: "I have asked all over the scene, but no one knows, there is only one possibility, the deceased is not from the side of Dongjiekou."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Zhang Xuexue followed Zheng Lin's tone: "Obviously, the Dongjiekou vegetable market was not the scene of the first crime."

Yan Yan folded his arms and frowned: "Why don't you contact the TV station to put up a missing person notice?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack."

The two looked at each other, seeing the same helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Besides, dead people in the vegetable market spread all over the city in minutes. Isn't it chaotic enough? The media will help us find someone? Forget it." Zhang Ke recalled the tragic experience of the suspect's identity being revealed by the media before, which led to the failure of the arrest. Bazui said: "Thank God they don't help."

"Xiao Kezi, don't complain, you should find a way for me, a top student from Massachusetts." Yan Yan joked.

Zhang Ke sat up straight and shrugged his shoulders: "I'm sorry, as an excellent technical detective, I can't steal the work of my teammates."

Yan Yan raised his arm to hold his head, and slapped him hard, Zhang Ke hugged his head: "Come here, come here, bully a good home boy!"

Yan Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, let go of him, perplexed, and elbowed him again.

"You northerners are really strong." Zhang Ke said, rubbing his sore shoulder.

Yan Yan shrugged, noncommittal.

Zhang Ke drank his saliva and asked, "Is there any news from Forensic Doctor Lin?"

"No, it's still being dissected."

Zhang Ke pondered, and suggested: "Brother Yan, isn't the European foreign aid you brought back very thoughtful? You can ask him, maybe he can do a profile to help us confirm the identity of the victim."

It's not that Yan Yan has never thought about this method, but for some reason, Team Yan, who has always been nervous, is now a little restrained. Every time he wants to talk to Yan Su, he thinks of the phrase "same sex has sex" in Daben. What's so good?" Come on, he poked someone's weakness, and Team Yan was too embarrassed to ask him for help.

Worry.

"Sorrow." Comrade Yan Yan sighed.

Zhang Ke automatically translated in his mind: "Poor?"

"..." Yan Yan was disgusted: "What else do you have on your mind besides money?"

Zhang Ke opened his fingers and counted: "Selty, my king, Charlotte, Mei..."

Yan Yan: "..." The dead otaku is hopeless.

"Boss," Zhang Ke looked up at him, and said meaningfully, "You often say that when a problem is solved, the people are the least afraid of encountering difficulties, and the living can be suffocated to death by a bubble of urine?"

The corner of Yan Yan's mouth twitched: "I didn't say that last sentence."

Zhang Ke raised his hands: "I said, let's go. Although the European foreign aid doesn't like to talk or laugh, he walks like a vase, but he should have a good heart. Last time you locked someone in the interrogation room, they helped you catch him." The murderer, interesting enough, go talk to him."

These words hit Yan Yan's heart, and he raised his eyebrows.

"My dear son, you can really talk. Dad rewards you with a year of ideological education training. It's organized by the provincial government. Remember to attend on time!"

Yan Yan slipped out of the technical investigation room, leaving Zhang Ke in a mess.

People, as they get older, they talk more and more, and they just worry about the marriage of the next generation.Zhao Chuan was particularly worried about Yan Su, and pulled Yan Su to prevent him from leaving: "Look at you, you are 26, and you don't want to get married and have a baby? Listen to me, Xiao Yan, you must have a family. You Grandpa is in the spirit of the sky, and he is relieved when he sees that you are married."

Zhao Ju still wanted to keep talking, but Yan Yan interrupted him with a light cough.

Yan Su looked back at him, the hand holding the thermos cup trembled slightly, and there was a vague hope in his eyes, probably looking forward to Yan Yan saving him in the "sea of ​​spittle".

The corners of Yan Yan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, poor child, everyone told Director Zhao that he was stupid.

He walked in and nodded to Bureau Zhao: "Director Zhao, I discussed the case with Yan Su. The vegetable market at Dongjiekou has a bad influence from the masses and must be resolved as soon as possible."

Bureau Zhao still had more ideas, but the case was important, so he waved his arms and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"It's all like this when people get older." Yan Yan touched the tip of his nose.

Yan Su let out a long breath, raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Oh, I came to you just to ask if you have any way to confirm the identity of the victim as soon as possible. Dongjiekou Vegetable Market is not the scene of the first crime. It is best to find out the victim's residence, family members, and social relations before the investigation can be completed. Good to continue."

"Missing person no match?"

Yan Yan shook his head.

Yan Su put down the thermos, thought for a while, and said, "Where's the corpse?"

"An autopsy at the funeral home."

"Oh, are the corpse's clothes there?"

"In the physical evidence department, Liu Binhe is doing physical inspection." Yan Yan understood what he meant: "I'll take you there."

In the object inspection room, the figure of Liu Bin Hewei shuttled among the silver and white instruments.

Yan Su put on the boots, gloves and mask, and walked into the object inspection room.

The clothes that had fallen off the male corpse were spread out on the viewing platform, including an army green T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, a cigarette crumpled in two, a crumpled hundred-yuan RMB and dozens of change.

"That's all?" Yan Su said, "No keys?"

"No." Liu Bin shook his head.

"That's all." He Wei added a sentence dispensable.

Yan Su carefully picked up the T-shirt, it was an ordinary military green pattern, nothing special about it.

He turned the T-shirt over, revealing the label at the seam. Yan Su stretched out the label, which was printed with the manufacturer, production batch number, washing precautions and fabrics.

Yan Su took off his gloves, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and searched for the manufacturer.

The manufacturer closed down five years ago.

"What does the production batch number usually consist of?" Yan Su raised his head and asked.

Yan Yan looked at him, and replied in a deep voice, "Usually the production date, model, and production batch."

"Look." Yan Su handed the label to Yan Yan.

"This T-shirt is ten years old." Yan Yan put down the label.

"The victim is under the age of 20. It is impossible for him to buy a T-shirt that is not suitable for his body when he was ten years old. This T-shirt should belong to an elder of the victim."

Yan Yan frowned: "Maybe the father left it to his son."

Yan Su nodded: "Combined with this pair of pants, the victim's family is not rich, you can even say poor, so the children will pick up the adults' clothes to wear."

Liu Bin gave a thumbs up silently, He Wei looked at it, and gave a thumbs up too.

"As for the T-shirts, they should be military supplies. I checked the manufacturers, and almost all of their orders are for military use." Yan Su paused, and continued: "The main supply areas of the manufacturers are in the Liaojing area."

"That is to say, the victim's family was poor, and his father or other male elders served as soldiers in the Liaojing area ten years ago. As for the stains on the clothes..."

Liu Bin said: "Physical and chemical analysis shows that there are relatively high proportions of nickel and chromium elements, mainly iron elements."

"Steel production," Yan Yan responded very quickly, "the steel factory, there is only one steel factory in this city, and it is by the Chuancheng River in the West District."

Yan Su looked back at him, Yan Yan strode out of the object inspection room, and called Zhang Ke: "Kezi, I have the key words, find someone, hurry up!"

At the same time, the forensic doctor released the autopsy results as quickly as possible.

The identity of the victim and the cause of death were finally determined: Ma Chao, male, Han nationality, 16 years old, a senior one student at Chunyang Middle School, died of mechanical asphyxia, about ten hours before the incident, the deceased had inhaled ether before his death, and was killed in a coma The murderer strangled.

Ma Chao's father worked in a steel factory after retiring from the army. He died unexpectedly three years ago, leaving him and his mother Miao Chunfen at home.

The police called Miao Chunfen and told her to go to the funeral parlor to identify her body. Miao Chunfen didn't have a mobile phone, so the police called Miao Chunfen's neighbors and informed her.

Miao Chunfen does not have a stable job, and is receiving the government's subsistence allowances, and usually earns money by washing dishes for others.

The sun in Ningbei is very fierce, and the dazzling light is projected on the ground. Standing under the fierce sun, the woman was about to fall to the ground several times, but she was supported by the police beside her.

She was wearing a washed-out cotton coat, a pair of out-of-date trousers, and her gray hair was disheveled. Her face was wrinkled by the hard life and premature aging.

The woman staggered into the funeral parlor, the cool wind blowing in her face, and the central air conditioner whistling.

"Super," Miao Chunfen said all the way, "Super."

The eye sockets were extremely dry, until he walked in front of his son, tears poured down like a bursting flood.

The thin body was finally overwhelmed. She lost her husband in her early years and lost her son in her middle age. The woman fell to the ground, her two skinny hands scratching the iron plate on which the corpse was placed, making a hissing and ear-piercing sound.

Miao Chunfen burst into tears.

Yan Su and Yan Yan stood outside the storage room, as if time stood still at this moment, all the policemen lowered their heads.

Everything was silent, only the desperate cries of the mother who lost her child resounded through the sky.

The case cruelly urges everyone to move forward.

When Miao Chunfen stabilized a little, she immediately accepted the police's questioning.

In order not to put pressure on Miao Chunfen, there were only two people in the interrogation room, Yan Su and Yan Yan.

Yan Yan acted as the person who took the notes, and Yan Su handed hot water to Miao Chunfen, and handed her a tissue.

Miao Chunfen wiped away her tears, grabbed Yan Su's hand and said, "Comrade policeman, you must avenge my son."

Yan Su nodded, and supported Miao Chunfen instead: "I have a few questions I want to ask you."

"You ask." Miao Chunfen coughed, Yan Yan handed her the water glass, Miao Chunfen shook her head and refused.

"When was the last time you saw Ma Chao?"

Miao Chunfen opened her mouth, her eyes filled with tears again, and she said, "Yesterday morning, when Ma Chao was going to school."

"Has he acted strangely recently? For example, he met someone or something."

Miao Chunfen lowered her eyelids, shook her head in disappointment after a while: "I don't know, Ma Chao doesn't tell me these things, he bothers me a lot."

Yan Yan and Yan Su looked at each other, the rebellious son was hiding from his parents, so he couldn't ask anything from Miao Chunfen.

Saying goodbye to Miao Chunfen, the two returned to the Municipal Bureau.

"We still have to do on-site visits." Yan Yan said.

Yan Su took a breath, looked up at the cloudless sky, and nodded.