slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Meaning, I added another sentence, "Xiao Lu is with him."

He was relieved, and asked instead, "Has the call log of the deceased been adjusted?"

"Tuned. Apart from his parents, there was only one call from a stranger. The first call was on July 25th, that is, when the BMW car with the license plate was washed at Xinhe Car Wash for the second time. The last call was at Last night, it should be the call that asked the deceased out.

I checked, and the owner of the phone card is a [-]-year-old old lady, one hundred and eight thousand miles away from our city of Lan, a regular routine of disposable phone cards.Use the ID number of the dead person who has not canceled it to register the phone card, and throw it away after one use. "

"Have you called back?"

"Called, it has become an empty number."

"Contact the service agency to see if you can find out where to charge the phone bill."

"Okay, leave it to me. Any other arrangements?"

Ying Cheng glanced at him and said coldly, "Why, don't you need to avoid it?"

Xie Lin choked, and after thinking about it, he kicked him: "Do you want to do it or not?"

Only then did he laugh: "In that case, Jiang will be sent to the detention room first, and let him cool down here. I have already stimulated him, and the string has to be loosened and tightened to be effective.

Xie Lin, take a group of brothers to visit the service agency.Gu Zai, check the monitoring again, try your best to find out the trajectory of Jiang Huan's activities, and focus on how he got to the scene and how he left.Also, let's find out how he got to our city bureau.Lu Weiwei, how is your portrait? "

Lu Weiwei's face suddenly changed: "The painting is finished. But..."

"If there is anything to worry about, just take it out after you finish drawing."

She had no choice but to shrink her neck and took out the portrait falteringly.After only one glance, Ying Cheng lowered his hand and sighed wearily——

Although the person in this portrait is not so obvious that it is Jiang Huan at a glance, but on the premise that Jiang is still the murderer, he can be sure that the portrait is only two or three points different from the real person.

so similar……

Lu Weiwei quickly said: "The old man was stimulated, and he had only seen this person once or twice before observing it carefully. It took a long time to draw it at that time, and the description was inconsistent, so the credibility of this painting is extremely low, really. .”

As she spoke, she took the painting back and hid it behind her back, but she was told by the respondent: "Originally, portraits are not considered evidence, but only a means of assisting investigations. But... now all the witnesses and even confessions It's not good for Jiang, we have to find the real murderer to prove Jiang's innocence!"

Xie Lin stretched out a hand to pinch his shoulder, his eyes were burning: "Don't worry."

This is a solemn promise.

Yingcheng's previous anxiety was swept away, replaced by a boundless courage, he nodded, and suddenly stood up straight and regained his slumped posture: "Lu Weiwei, put the portrait there, don't send it out."

"Okay. So what am I going to do?"

"Get the deceased's parents and let them...identify Jiang Huan."

Lu Weiwei let out an "ah" and didn't dare to move: "This...is it a bit early? The two elders were so stimulated that they couldn't even remember what that person looked like. What if..." Really identified Jiang What about?

Ying Cheng frowned tightly, looking exhausted: "This is the fastest way, we must find a few more people who look like Jiang Huan. Even if...you identify Jiang Huan, don't rush to move." .”

As long as they didn't recognize Jiang Huan, there was still a glimmer of hope!

She had no choice but to answer, but was called back when she was about to leave: "Wait a minute, pass by the forensic room and call Uncle Cao over, and ask him to give Jiang Huan an injury appraisal."

"Ok."

While talking, Qin Yile and Xiao Lu rushed over in a hurry: "Boss! We found the construction site, and now the community has been built. But more than 20 years have passed, after all, it is a long time ago, and there is not much information we can find. I managed to find the contractor at the time, saying that I couldn’t even find the contractor at the time, let alone who it was.”

Another clue was broken, which also proved that the possibility of clearing Jiang's suspicion was lowered by one point.

Ying Cheng sighed silently, Qin Yile knew that Jiang had turned himself in, and whispered, "Boss, there is something wrong with this charity orphanage. I checked it briefly, but I couldn't find any information. What about the marks? Should we start with this orphanage? Maybe there will be gains."

Xie Lin quickly said: "Leave this to me and your boss, you two investigate those photos."

"photo?"

"Yes. It's the photos of your boss that were used to burn the corpse. The photos are all color colloidal photos, not ordinary copies. You can go to the brothers of the trace inspection to find out what kind of printers are used for the photos. Now this Not every household has this kind of color gel printer. If you go to a printing shop that is better, and print tens of thousands of copies of the same photo, I don’t believe the boss will not be impressed. Maybe it can also be a clue.”

Qin Yile's brows tightened, she responded and dragged Xiao Lu to leave, but was stopped by Ying Cheng again.

"Also, I thought about this photo carefully, and found that the background should be the Jindu Entertainment Club."

This name has been annihilated into a speck of dust in the memory space following a shocking explosion. The first mention made Qin Yile stunned: "Jindu Entertainment Club? The one that was blown up last year?"

"Yes. It seems that I should have walked down the steps from the entrance of the Jindu Entertainment Club. I remember that this case was posted on the Internet and was also popularly searched. , all holding mobile phones or cameras.

You check the reports on the Internet to see if someone took this picture of me and posted it on the Internet.

If you can't find this photo online.So... it proves that the murderer was with us at that time, and took this photo to prepare for today's murder! "

Qin Yile quickly responded again: "Okay, I'll go right away!"

Gu Yuzhe chased after him: "Go and check the printer first. Checking things on the Internet is my specialty. I guarantee that no matter how secret it is, I can dig it out."

He turned his head and saw that Ying Cheng and Xie Lin did not refuse, so he nodded: "Okay, then I will leave it to you."

While speaking, Cao Ming hurried over, and took a photo of the autopsy report into Ying Cheng's hand: "Here, it's fresh and warm."

Ying Cheng opened it and saw that his temple jumped.The cause of death was simple. The shock and suffocation caused by the burns were extremely painful at first, but the incompletely digested large amount of sleeping pills in the deceased's stomach and the fracture of the head made him die peacefully without feeling any pain at all.

Sure enough, another sleeping pill and a blow to the head.

Xie Lin said, "I knew it, it's the same modus operandi again."

"and……"

Cao Ming's face suddenly turned ugly, and Ying Cheng could only urge him: "And what? You said it!"

"And the corpse is very strange. I...I can't say it, but it's just strange. It's slightly different from ordinary burned corpses, but I haven't found out exactly where the difference is."

"What do you mean?"

He racked his brains and paused for a while but still couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only say, "I can't tell. I'll do some research later. Anyway, the report given to you now is wrong."

"Then you will make up a report for me later?"

"Okay, I'll keep the corpse first, I'll check it when I go back, if there is no problem, I won't make it up, maybe I am careless, but if there is a problem, I will make another copy for you."

Ying Cheng held the report tightly, and murmured, "At that time, the body was already in that state, and none of us noticed that there was a blow wound on the head, but Jiang also... clearly stated that he had beaten deceased."

The harder he tried to prove Jiang Huan's innocence, the more evidence that proved his guilt poured in like snowflakes.

Cao Ming sighed and didn't know how to comfort him to go forward bravely, so he could only report the content of the report bluntly: "By the way, a lot of things were found in the stomach contents of the deceased, which is quite interesting. There are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish. It's not fully digested, it has a strong smell of cumin, I guess it's grilled."

He paused as he spoke, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the interrogation room.

Should only listen to what he said——

"It seems that he gave the deceased a good meal before killing."

Zhao Xinhe, who was innocent and kind like a child, didn't know that what he ate was a meal of severed heads.

94. Plastic surgery

Cao Ming closed the door and carefully assessed Jiang's injury. He felt a little strange, so he reached out to touch his face.

He was as stiff as a piece of wood, subconsciously dodged back: "What are you doing?"

"Do an injury appraisal. Don't move, why am I touching your face at this age, and you want me to call a female forensic doctor to touch you?"

Jiang choked, feeling even more embarrassed, and could only freeze in place and let him pinch his face as dough, then slowly shifted his gaze to his upper body, and clicked his tongue in surprise: "You... come back as a black slave It's not as bad as you."

He was in a hurry to put on his clothes, but was stopped by Cao Ming, so he turned his head away: "Can you... don't tell Yingcheng? I wandered around since I was a child, and I have suffered all kinds of hardships. I am not a pampered young master. A little injury is inevitable. of."

"Wandering? It's okay for you to deceive Yingcheng's layman with this statement, but don't play with me, a professional forensic doctor.

Among other things, just this, this, and this, these are definitely burned by cigarette butts, you should be honest with me. "

He hesitated for a while before saying: "I was tricked into working illegally, and the boss...sometimes would beat me."

"Your 'hit you sometimes' means burn you with cigarette butts? "

"Yeah." He simply