traces of all things

It wasn't until after Lu Zheng finished speaking that he realized that the tone of his inquiry was a bit like a slap in the face, but he couldn't care too much about the case.

"Brother and I just thought of going together."

Who would have thought that after listening to Lu Zheng's words, Tang Shaoyuan showed a very happy expression, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes: "I think so too, so I rummaged carefully on Zhan Mingyuan's bed."

While talking, Tang Shaoyuan removed a few photos and replaced them with a close-up one, which was so red that Lu Zheng couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The photo shows black hair, white fabric mostly dyed red, and some dark reddish-brown lumps.

"I found this at the scene of Zhan Mingyuan's death. This picture is of Zhan Mingyuan's pillow. I found an abnormality on the pillow—Zhan Mingyuan's pillow is made of very soft and absorbent colored cotton, but there is a lot of accumulation on it. A jelly-like clot, which doesn't fit the scene of a one-shot fatal open head injury."

Wei Xiongfeng's brain hole has always been relatively clear, and he asked curiously: "Is it because the murderer added salt or poured hot water?"

The police officers in the whole room were disgusted by this sentence, and even Lu Zheng couldn't help showing disgust.

"Why, team leader?" Daxiong was very wronged: "I watched my grandma make pig blood when I was young, and this is the only step."

Tang Shaoyuan, who was standing on the stage, couldn't bear it any longer. He ignored him and went on to say: "There is a coagulated blood clot here because the blood in the wound has coagulated again, which means that Zhan Mingyuan was hit on the head. He didn't die in the first hit, he struggled a little while losing a lot of blood, which caused marks of struggle on the bed."

"Based on the amount of bleeding, he suffered a second blow to the head 15 minutes after the first blow and died instantly."

Boss Geng scratched his chin, thought for a moment and said: "This shows a few problems. First, the murderer's psychological quality is excellent, and he didn't come here for money. Calmly checking that the victim is completely dead is a very difficult killer to deal with."

"Second," Lu Zheng continued, "The murderer who killed Zhan Mingyuan and Zhan Mingfei may be a woman."

For a moment, all eyes were on Lu Zheng.

"What did Xiaolu think?" Geng Zhizhong was quite surprised: "I originally wanted to say that the murderer might not be very strong."

Lu Zheng didn't expect that he and Geng Zhizhong would disagree, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, but at this time Tang Shaoyuan had finished his conclusion, so he simply took the materials and put them on the projector.

"Shao Yuan mentioned earlier that there were more than two murderers. According to the principles of criminal psychology, there is a high probability that the same murderer killed four adults with a kitchen knife, and another murderer killed two children with a hammer. From this From the allocation of objects, we can see that there should be a relatively obvious power gap between the two murderers. What's more, the murderer failed to kill Zhan Mingyuan when he tried to kill Zhan Mingyuan with a hammer for the first time."

"Xiongfeng and I discovered that there were traces of cleaning at the scene, and this is the problem. Lumino showed that there should be blood on the ground, but it was cleaned so clean after committing the crime—if it was just to cover up bloody footprints, wipe it with a mop Wiping is enough, and the floor is like this now."

As Lu Zheng said, he put the photo on the projector. The snow-white tiled floor was spotless, and the floor on the second floor was also very clean. Except for a little maroon in the gaps, it was hard to tell that this was a murderous crime scene.

Wei Xiongfeng started acting stupid again: "The murderer is as clean as Tang Shaoyuan?"

"I can't rule out this possibility." Lu Zheng replied patiently, "But I think that a murderer who is not strong and can calmly clean up the scene after committing the crime is likely to be someone who is familiar with this family. And people who can do housework and organize their movements subconsciously."

"Woman..." Tian Ziyao frowned and muttered unconsciously.

"Yes, the whole scene gives people the feeling that there is a woman." Lu Zheng nodded, removed the photo, and replaced it with two new ones: "The most critical evidence is here, that is, I am on the side of the stairs There are also two dusty shoe prints found in the master bedroom on the second floor, one on the left and one on the right, both of which are size 39 Jiefang shoes.”

"I can't be sure." Tian Ziyao was obviously not so easily persuaded. He looked at the open notebook in front of him, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was rattling: "Xiao Wu in our team also has 39 feet. Yes, a shorter size 39 is enough for a man."

The one who was named was a short forensic doctor standing in the back row, opening his mouth stupidly at the moment, and looked extraordinarily petite against the backdrop of two tall and strong criminal policemen over 1.8 meters beside him.

"Indeed. But please look." Lu Zheng tapped the edge of a photo: "This left shoe print has blurred edges and a clear middle, while the right shoe print has clear edges and a void in the middle—these two shoe prints are both It's a typical camouflage shoe print!"

Tang Shaoyuan and others' eyes lit up when they heard this.

"The person who left these two footprints was not the same person. One of them should have a real shoe size of about 43, and the other person's shoe size should be about 36. The size 36 shoe is weak, and there is a cleaning action after committing the crime. Once these are combined, we can It has been concluded that this is likely to be a female suspect."

"Can you confirm the suspect's age range?"

Geng Zhizhong was quite excited when he heard this, and suddenly remembered what he had heard from other trace inspectors before. A skilled trace inspector can tell the age and physical characteristics of the person who left the mark by looking at the shoe prints and footprints, so he turned his head and asked .

Lu Zheng shook his head with regret: "These two footprints are not complete, only the exclusion value has no comparison value. The toe part of the size 36 is blurred, and the toe part of the size 43 is missing. The age cannot be estimated, but the height is in the Around 160, one is around 175 to 180, the female body is thin, and the male body is medium."

Time was running out, and Lu Zheng still had some traces and physical evidence in his hand that needed further inspection, and now he couldn't tell if he was ugly, so he nodded to signal Wei Xiongfeng to continue.

Wei Xiongfeng looked a little sluggish, and with his bloodshot eyes open, he complained gloomily: "I don't have much to do with these two cases recently. Although there are many cameras in and out of this community along the way, the property management said Because this is a newly built community, the cameras have just been installed and have not yet been put into use, so there is no way to lock the suspect through surveillance.”

"The most unlucky thing is that the road all the way out of the community is also newly paved, and it runs from east to west. There are only surveillance cameras on the west side, and the east side is broken. I have taken my brothers to check the intersection on the west side from one o'clock in the morning last night to five o'clock this morning. In all the videos, no suspicious vehicles or people were found. The east side is still being extended.”

"Okay, Nobita took Ning Hai's brothers to continue, and then we continued to track the social relationship between Zhan Jia and his wife, which is currently classified as a love vendetta. Xiaolu, Xiao Tang, you and Captain Tian handed over the technicians on their side, and see. See if you can find the source of the shoes and the murder weapon." Geng Zhizhong explained the next task: "The meeting is adjourned now, and we will start work at seven o'clock tomorrow morning!"

The clock was pointing to two o'clock in the morning.

A group of people have been busy since they came out of the crime scene, and they didn't even have a meal.A few boys from the Ninghai criminal police team went out to buy some late-night snacks, including chicken soup wontons and fried noodles, and brought them directly to the conference room.

After relaxing for a while, Lu Zheng also felt hungry, so he sat down and picked out a bowl of wontons.

"Brothers, eat. I'm not hungry. Go out and smoke a cigarette." Tang Shaoyuan drank his water, got up, opened the door and went out.

Wei Xiongfeng sat on Lu Zheng's left hand, snorting and sucking on the fried noodles, while quietly slapping Lu Zheng's arm:

"Group leader, do you know why Tang Shaoyuan doesn't eat?"

Lu Zheng's mind and soul were all occupied by the food in front of him, and he was concentrating on unpacking the wonton plastic box at the moment, and had no time for him.Just a "huh?" was barely an answer.

Nobita is worthy of being the number one chatterbox in the group, and he can't stop talking without cheering: "He's afraid of getting fat! Let me tell you, I've never seen a more elegant man than him. Not only this, he goes out I also bring my own pillow towel, and I hate that other people’s hotels are not clean. Last time I slept in the same room with him, he had to make me change my pants before I could sit on his bed, and there are even worse things.”

Lu Zheng raised his eyes to look at Wei Xiongfeng, saw him stuffing another mouthful of noodles, and said with a mysterious look: "I got up the next day and saw him trimming his eyebrows in the toilet!"

Da Xiong was beaming with joy while touching his arm, as if there were goose bumps on it.

"It's not that I said you are Daxiong." Lu Zheng stopped eating the wontons, and put his chopsticks aside: "You don't like cleaning and you don't know how to clean yourself, and you still feel quite proud? You go to the street and ask any girl , are you looking for someone like you, or someone like Tang Shaoyuan?"

It's heartbreaking to say this.

Wei Xiongfeng, a young man with a single mother, suffered [-] points of damage.

"I think your eyebrows have potential for development." Lu Zheng slowed down his tone and patted Wei Xiongfeng on the shoulder, looking at his two happy crayon eyebrows: "Be more open-minded some other day, please Shao Yuan help You are tidy, don't treat sloppy as a man anymore, ah."

Wei Xiongfeng was about to confess, but suddenly he heard the sound of a chair being dragged out, and when he raised his head, his soul was almost scared away.

The person he was complaining about just now didn't even look at him, and sat down, not knowing how much he had heard.

"Is it over?"

Lu Zheng greeted him calmly, reached out for a disposable paper cup, poured all the soup from the bowl in front of him into it, and pushed it in front of Tang Shaoyuan.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten. If you're not hungry, why don't you take a few sips of hot soup? I haven't finished my mouth yet. It's clean." He said with a smile, "Don't get a stomachache then."

Tang Shaoyuan looked at the paper cup in front of him. It contained golden yellow chicken soup, which smelled delicious and looked refreshing. He couldn't help but move his Adam's apple.

"Thank you, brother."

He whispered, picked up the paper cup and drank slowly.

It was warm, and a rush of heat slid down his throat and spread to his limbs.

The whole person warmed up.