The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

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Those who are in charge of affairs, I am afraid that they are too lazy to delve into the situation behind, and may even directly detain him as a criminal in order to quickly close the case.

"I was discussing with Thomson about his misappropriation of money before," Dex shouted in a broken voice, "I really didn't kill anyone. I didn't know that he and Winster embezzled money, they kept me in the dark In order to push the mistake to me when the boss strictly investigates!"

"So I called to confront him."

"And what's even worse is that after the meeting, he actually asked me to take responsibility for all the mistakes. He would release me on bail and give me some money as compensation for being fired and going to jail!"

"What a joke, if I do this, no company will want me in the future. My marriage with my fiancée must also fail! The Tij Consortium will definitely abandon me because they feel ashamed."

"So I couldn't help scolding him a few words, because he was so angry that he wanted to chase me, so I ran away in a hurry." Dex was crying, looking very pitiful, and seemed to be trembling.

"It seems that you also have sufficient motives to kill." The policeman concluded with a straight face, "And this is all your one-sided words."

"Everyone in this room has a motive to kill!" Dex began to spout without hesitation, even lashing out at the people around him, "As far as I know, Mr. Johansen and Mr. Newvent have had a long-standing grudge. Garcia has been checking information in the inner room of the financial office, how can he prove that the people outside did not act alone."

"Enough is enough, calm down, Mr. Dex." Judy subdued him with a swipe behind him, and pressed him firmly to the ground, "If you do this again, we will arrest you for assaulting the police."

"Indeed, what Dex said makes sense, and that kind of situation is also possible." Garcia spread his hands helplessly, "Many of us don't have alibi."

"There should be a boss. He held meetings on the third floor from 04:30 to [-]:[-]. All members of the R&D team on the third floor can attest to this."

"Rachel should have it too. She has been conducting scientific research on the fifth and seventh floors, and has been accompanied by people from other project teams."

Bolivar nodded: "Garcia should have it, but before Dex mentioned that Nufant's alibi may be invalid. After all, Garcia can't always pay attention to Nufant. Then Garcia's alibi It's basically useless, after all, he can sneak out and come back when Nufant is away."

"As for the others, I don't think there are any." Bolivar glanced over, and Lars and the others averted their eyes guiltily.

"Yes," Lars said with a wry smile, "I have traveled so many places today, Winster and Ivy have been sitting alone in the office, and there is no alibi..."

"It shouldn't take that long," James analyzed.

"If Mr. Thomson was still able to make a phone call at [-]:[-], then it can be judged that he died between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-]. According to the autopsy results, this time can be shortened an hour ago. Between three forty and four twenty."

"This is even more difficult," Garcia explained with a frown. "The busiest time is from 03:30 to [-]:[-] pm, because it is close to the end of get off work. There are many ordinary employees entering and leaving the second floor. It is impossible to record the situation."

"However, Dex, Russ, and Rachel have an alibi between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-]."

The case fell into a dead end for a while, and all the policemen had gloomy faces, even James, Judy and other FBI agents had serious expressions.

A normal case would require all witnesses to assist in the investigation for 8 to 12 hours.In the absence of evidence, the maximum time limit cannot exceed 24 hours.James thought to himself, this floor is full of executives and employees of Grid Company, Mr. Rosales standing in front of him is afraid that he will not agree to the police taking everyone away for investigation, which will paralyze the entire company of.

"So, should we analyze the autopsy report of Mr. Thomson's body?" Bolivar looked at his watch. It's almost six o'clock. These people have forgotten how to solve the case without detectives?Can I still go home today?

"Close the case as soon as possible and let my staff go home for dinner." He urged dissatisfiedly, "You must know that we are waiting here hungry. They are already exhausted after a busy day."

"Sorry, Mr. Rosales."

"You are right. The on-site report should come out. Let's see if there is any other progress." Those policemen were like warm hosts who invited guests to dinner, and they didn't change places. Eyewitnesses and witnesses standing at the scene are not shy.

Bolivar looked at these policemen so naturally, and handed over the reports and photos to himself and the people around him, so that anyone who wanted to see them could view them.

Is this the Ke Xue world?Oh hoo.

He bowed his head, with a peaceful mood, and looked at Mr. Pierre Thomson, who was hated by countless people.

In the photo, he still maintained his original posture and fell to the ground.With half-opened eyes, he stared in the direction of the door.

"..."

No, it's still very gloomy...

Bolivar took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. This is the world of Conan, and he has to learn to get used to it...

Habit……

How could it be possible to get used to it?

He looked at his colleagues who were standing in the corner, observing these photos with a serious expression, and really felt puzzled. Don't they feel scared and uncomfortable?

However, he didn't have the energy to think deeply about this issue for the time being, so he could only continue to look down at the other less hideous photos.

There are also some photos showing the floor and the foot of the bathroom table, where there are a lot of blood stains.And Bolivar noticed that even the arms and fingers of the deceased were stained with some blood, and there were some blood marks on the soles of the shoes and trousers.

However, the blood spots on the scene were relatively clean, without splashing everywhere.

A group of technical inspectors in white protective clothing were walking around, taking pictures and collecting evidence for investigation, and kept recording around the body that was moved out.

Generally, it takes several hours for the forensic doctor to produce the results, and some non-urgent cases may have to be queued.There is simply no way to do an on-site inspection and immediately issue a report like the one shown on TV.If the inspection is more careful, the result may not be available within a day.

The most difficult part of a case is not the time.It's about the evidence.Physical evidence generally cannot be used as direct evidence.

Indirect evidence needs to be closely related to each other to form causality, to ensure the authenticity of all indirect evidence and the uniqueness of inferences, and finally it can be submitted to the court as decisive evidence.

And there are countless loopholes and gaps in it, because whether the evidence is decisive or not will ultimately be arguing with the judges in court.As long as the defendant seizes a little gap to make sophistry, even a small mistake in all links can be overturned.Regardless of the legality of the evidence collection, the authenticity of the evidence, or the level of logic, as long as there is something wrong, you cannot be sentenced.

Bolivar didn't know anything about medicine, and his medical popularity before time travel was only enough to know how to do CPR.So he can only ask those professionals looking forward to getting useful help.

"Mr. Thomson was killed by blunt force?"

He asked the investigators at the scene, and sure enough, he got a very thoughtful answer.

"Yes, look here." The investigator enthusiastically called Bolivar to squat down, and showed him the bloody wound on the back of the head of the corpse, successfully disgusting him.

Bolivar: The smile fades away...

The hair and flesh stick together in the bloody place, and the blood that has been coagulated and discolored for a long time, the smell is very unpleasant.

And besides the stench of blood, Bolivar also smelled something that he couldn't tell what it was.

But it is also impossible for him to get close to the dead and smell it carefully.He even began to regret why he asked this question so much.

"Look at this angle and the blood splatter, it just fits the shape of the table in the corner of the bathroom." The investigator pointed to Bolivar.

"It should be said that it was hit by an angular object."

"Based on the condition of the wound, he was hit at least twice in this position."

"Blood flowed down the table to the ground, and splashed on the glass and other places."

"However, the wound is a little small," the investigator added embarrassingly at this point, "it should not be fatal yet."

"That?" Bolivar frowned, forcing himself to think about the meaning of these words.

"We infer that the murderer may have grabbed his neck and hit the platform foot, but it compressed the carotid sinus, resulting in his death due to ischemia and hypoxia."

"The position of his neck does have an unnatural, trace of previous compression."

"Did you tell the police and the FBI their conclusion?" Bolivar asked, thinking that if the speculation was true, it would prove that the women present were incompetent.Because there is not that much strength.

"Not at all." The on-site investigator turned his eyes unnaturally, "Dude, this is not a conclusion, so don't say it outside."

"We still need to do a specific autopsy, and we can only know the specific data after discussing with all colleagues."

Bolivar understood, which means that they are only scientific and technical personnel, not the police.

They are only responsible for writing reports and filling in data, and all speculations are irresponsible.

Even the data of the report has to involve several people to discuss and write it together, for fear that if one person makes a mistake, he will be pushed out as a scapegoat.

I saw myself talking so much before because I had nothing to do with the victim or the suspect in the case, and I wanted to find someone to satisfy my desire to confide...

This discovery made him uncomfortable at all.Perhaps the world really needs those indomitable detectives.Because the staff just don't do their best...

But he still smiled politely and nodded to show that he understood.

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: Not happy.

FBI, Police, and Others: What?uncomfortable?How is it possible (laughs)