Super Time Detective

"Tell me about it?"

Zhang Mingming ate a piece of roast goose beautifully, picked up the iced milk tea on the table and took a sip, "Why are you so interested in that old case?"

"It's just that I simply think this case is quite interesting."

Ye Huairui would never mention his "hell" experience to Zhang Mingming, after all, even he himself couldn't believe it.

He felt full after eating a portion of roast goose, so he didn't touch the pork chop bun, "Besides, that case is indeed a bit strange."

"Oh? What a strange method?"

Zhang Mingming was very curious, "It's impossible to be like the movie, Yin Jiaming was replaced by an impostor, right?"

Ye Huairui glanced at the bad friend, and said to himself that you didn't take it seriously before, but you have actually watched "The Great Heist of the Golden City".

"It's hard to say whether it's a replacement..."

Ye Huairui opened the lunch box and took out a Portuguese tart.

The Portuguese tarts in this tea restaurant are well-made. The tart skin is crispy and the filling is golden. When you bite down, the aroma of milk and the sweetness of caramel are intertwined. It is really sweet but not greasy, soft and fragrant.

Ye Huairui squinted his eyes in satisfaction before finishing the second half of the sentence:

"But, don't you think, too many people died in this case?"

"That's right, nine of them died."

Zhang Mingming felt very baffled: "Doesn't this just mean that those gangsters are too cruel?"

"Actually, there are more than those nine people."

Ye Huairui stuffed the remaining half of the Portuguese tart into his mouth, and grabbed his friend's sleeve:

"Er Ming, let's go, follow me to the file room, let's look at the file again!"

"What, you said now??"

Zhang Mingming was going crazy:

"But it's lunch break!"

But Ye Huairui couldn't help but say that he was about to go out after pulling him.

Zhang Mingming could only hold half a pork chop bun in his mouth, and was abruptly dragged to the archives room by his friends.

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"Oh, Ye Fayi, you want to borrow this again?"

The police officer in the archives room pulled out the file of the "Golden City Robbery" from the shelf, handed it to Ye Huairui, and joked with a smile:

"You can read it all, don't you?"

Ye Huairui signed his name on the borrowed book, and smiled at the police officer, "I can recite it, but I still want to look at the pictures again."

After finishing speaking, he took the file, walked quickly to the reading area, and spread the file in front of Zhang Mingming.

"What should I tell you?"

Ye Huairui organized his language and decided to start from the beginning, "That night, the vault of the Fushou Sub-branch of Dah Sing Bank was opened by the president of the sub-branch. Do you know this?"

Zhang Mingming nodded.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of the case knows that at around midnight on July 1982, 7, three armed robbers broke into the house of She Fang, who was then the president of the Fushou Branch of Dah Sing Bank, and broke into the house. his home.

The bandits killed She Fang's wife and two underage children, then took She Fang hostage, broke into the bank from the sewer system, and ordered the manager to open the vault door.

Later, She Fang, who had lost her usefulness, was shot dead by gangsters.

When the police arrived, they found She Fang's body in the corner of the vault. He had been shot twice and was already dead.

Afterwards, the Jincheng police speculated that this was a premeditated "tiger kidnapping".

Like a hunting tiger, the murderers spent a long time investigating and tracking their prey, and then seized the opportunity to strike. They were cold-blooded and ruthless, and their methods were quite professional.

"Right, that is it."

Ye Huairui turned the dossier to the pages about She Fang familiarly.

Zhang Mingming also flipped through it curiously.

As a forensic photographer, his first instinct was to look at the photos.

In the photo, She Fang is slightly obese, wearing a blue-gray pajamas, leaning against the wall in a half-sitting position.

There were two blood holes in the chest of the deceased, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the right was slightly lower, around the ninth or tenth rib, and the position was relatively off, almost to the front axillary line; the bullet hole on the left was on the [-]st The height of four or five ribs, and fairly centered.

Without looking at the autopsy results, Zhang Mingming reckoned that the bullet in the back most likely hit the heart.

"Police found two bullets in the body of the deceased and two bullet casings at the scene."

Ye Huairui pointed to the bulletin identification document in the file, and said to Zhang Mingming:

"Both bullets were fired from the same pistol."

Of course, the murderer had more than one gun, but it was obvious that from the results of this identification, there was a high probability that the shooter was the same person.

"It's tough enough."

Zhang Mingming clicked his tongue, "It looks like the shooter is used to killing people."

Indeed, the two shots were aimed at the vital parts of the chest, and the shots were steady and accurate, without any hesitation.

In the world 39 years ago, law and order were not on the same level as it is now. Bandits ran rampant, treating human life like nothing, and killing people was like killing a chicken. There was no mercy at all.

Back then, when the Jincheng police were profiling the robbers, they speculated that several of Yin Jiaming's accomplices were probably outlaws on the road.

"But what does that mean?"

Zhang Mingming still doesn't understand.

Ye Huairui tapped twice on the file with his film-gloved hand, and explained to his friend:

"The reason why the gangsters are targeting She Fang is because he can open the door of the vault during non-business hours."

Zhang Mingming nodded, "I know."

In most cases, the targets of tiger kidnapping are usually rich people, or people who have access to huge wealth and exclusive information.

The former is for ransom, while the latter needs the other party to help him meet a certain condition.

Back then, the Fushou branch of Dah Sing Bank had the best vault in Jincheng. The gangsters could dig through the underground waterway and invade the bank late at night, but there was nothing they could do with the strong vault. They could only choose to kidnap the branch president, She Fang, and let the meat ticket open the door for them.

Ye Huairui looked at Comrade Erming, "But in fact, at that time, besides She Fang, there was another person who could open the door of the vault."

Zhang Mingming was quite surprised: "Who else?"

"The manager of the security department of Fushou Branch of Dah Sing Bank."

Ye Huairui turned the dossier back two pages, revealing a page of photocopied profile, "His name is Dai Junfeng."

Zhang Mingming glanced down and raised his eyebrows: "He's actually dead?"

"Ah."

Ye Huairui replied:

"He died, and he was found hanged in his own home on the day of the incident."

After 39 years, the paper has faded to dark yellow, the toner on the copy has peeled off a lot, and the photos and text are somewhat blurred.

In the two-inch black-and-white photo, the man is about in his early 40s, with thin cheeks, high cheekbones, thick lips, and a very ordinary appearance.

As for the personal data, it is filled in in Portuguese.The handwriting is not very beautiful, but there are no spelling mistakes, and it can be seen that it is educated.

"Dai Junfeng hanged himself in the rental house he rented, and left a suicide note, and there was no trace of outsider intrusion at the scene."

Ye Huairui paused:

"The Jincheng police judged that Dai Junfeng probably chose to commit suicide under excessive psychological pressure because he saw reports about the robbery on TV and worried that he would be held responsible."

He pointed to the thin middle-aged man in the photo:

"The police closed the case with an ordinary suicide, and I can't find Dai Junfeng's closed case file. Here, he is only regarded as a 'related person', and a simple file is left."

Zhang Mingming flipped back.

Sure enough, there were only three pages of information related to Dai Junfeng.

The first page is a copy of the profile of the person he just read, the second page is Manager Dai's investigation of interpersonal relationships, and the last page is the suicide case report and two plastic-enclosed photos—a person left alone in this world all traces on it.

"What I want you to see is this."

Ye Huairui took out the two plastic photos and put them in front of his friend, "Look carefully at his neck."

There are two photos, one is taken at the scene, Dai Junfeng's body has been put down, lying flat on the ground; the other is a close-up, which shows the ditch on the neck of the deceased from the side.

In the eyes of a professional forensic photographer, these two photos were terrible. From the distance to the angle, from the focus to the lighting, Zhang Mingming could find faults with it.

Even if old photos have been plasticized, they will inevitably start to fade after a long time, and it is difficult to see the details.

Zhang Mingming had no choice but to get up, went to the filing cabinet and got a magnifying glass back, looked at the top of the photo carefully, "This... looks like two hanging ditch?"

The so-called "overflow ditch" is the ditch-like trace formed by the rope pressing the skin of the neck during hanging.

The number of overflow grooves is related to the number of rope loops that directly press the skin when the rope is strangled, and can be in various shapes such as separation, parallel or cross.

In the photo, security manager Dai Junfeng has two gutters on his neck, the lower one is deep and the upper one is shallower. The parts overlap almost completely, and they are only divided into two relatively clear ones in the area near the ears.

Zhang Mingming squinted his eyes and checked visually. The width of the two hanging grooves was about the same—at least it proved that the ropes forming the two circles should be the same or similar in thickness.

Because there is only a photo from this angle, Comrade Er Ming cannot judge key issues such as the shape of the rope around the neck, the style of the knot, etc., but...

"However, this is a typical hanging ditch, right?"

He made a gesture on the neck of the deceased with the pen:

"The rope crosses the front of the neck, wraps around the sides of the neck, runs obliquely to the back and upwards, along the angle of the mandible, passes behind the ear and rises to the hairline..."

Zhang Mingming made a movement of lifting the rope behind his neck with his hand, "It really looks like suicide."

Indeed, as seen in the photos, the traces of the cable ditch are indeed more like a typical hanging ditch.

Because of the mechanical suffocation of the neck, the rope will go around the neck horizontally like a tie, and the strangle marks are generally horizontal, instead of continuing through the lower jaw to the back of the ear and all the way to the back and upper part of the head as shown in the photo.

Stretch marks are difficult to remove.

Even if the murderer hangs the person with a rope after strangling the person to disguise the scene as a suicide, the previous strangle mark will remain deeply on the victim's neck, allowing the police and forensic doctors to easily see through his trick .

"But don't you think that this person's death is too coincidental?"

Ye Huairui stared at his friend, "He was the only one who could open the vault, and he died not long after the case happened."

"In those years, millions of dollars worth of jewels were lost, and the responsibility was suppressed. I'm afraid he would have to be skinned?"

Zhang Mingming didn't think so.

"Probably because I feel that I am going to die anyway, so I might as well end it myself."

He shrugged:

"Unless you let me go to the scene to have a look, I can't see anything suspicious based on these two photos alone."