Don't move the old man's bounty

"The Santoku Knife is a Japanese-style kitchen knife invented by the Japanese. It does not take up much space. The blade is narrower than a Chinese-style kitchen knife and larger than a fruit knife. The curvature of the blade is larger than that of a beef knife and a chef's knife. This design is very convenient. It is very suitable for handling fresh meat and vegetables." A trace inspector held a tablet computer and made an introduction with gestures.

"Nowadays, young people prefer this kind of small and fresh kitchen utensils that look more artistic. Apart from the advantages of being convenient and easy to use, it also has disadvantages, that is, the scope of force is very limited. It is not as versatile as civil and martial arts knives, and it is not suitable for chopping. Bones, and it’s not very easy to shoot garlic. Anyway, I bought a handful of Tuxian at a discount, and was scolded by my wife for not being able to cook and buy things and waste money. Oops, I still have psychological shadows.”

Zhang Yin, the deputy chief of the trace inspection, held a thermos teacup and vomited bitterness to Jiang Juan, crying that his wife who had reached menopause didn't like anything, but it was hard for him, a man, to be careful every day and afraid of this time bomb " Boom!" The sound exploded to the point that there was no bone left in him.

Jiang Juan was not interested in the history of other people's family, so he casually comforted him and brought the topic back on track, "Has the test result of the knife come out, is it confirmed that it was the murder weapon used to injure the deceased?"

"It's strange to say this. Although these two knives are of the same style, and the degree of newness and oldness are similar, but one is sharpened, and the other is not. After testing, there are no complete fingerprints on the two knives. There are only unevenly distributed broken fingerprints and palm prints, which can provide too little effective information to compare with the database. But if there is a reference, it can confirm whether they are consistent."

Zhang Yin gave Jiang Juan a look at the magnified and broken fingerprints, and said, "In addition to blood stains, there are also bone fragments left in the knife wound. After DNA comparison, they all belong to the deceased. The other Although there are bloodstains left on the unsharpened knife, it is not like the other one, most of the bloodstains remain on the blade, in the form of jets, and from the back of the knife to the blade is an obvious dense to scattered state."

He took out the two knives wrapped in sealed bags, pointed to the upper edge of the back of the knives and said: "The common feature of these two knives is that the back of the knives has obvious impact marks from hard objects. You see, the scratches are obvious. It stayed, but we only detected the blood of the deceased from the fracture, and did not find other components to confirm the impactor, so we initially suspected..."

"It's the mark left by the collision of the backs of two knives," Jiang Juan said.

Zhang Yin nodded.

Jiang Juan looked at the incomplete blood stains left on the knife, and asked, "Can you show me the photos of the process of detecting the blood stains?"

"no problem."

Zhang Yin called the trace inspector to turn over the photo, and he could see that in the dark environment, the indelible bloodstains on the two murder weapons sprayed with luminol reagent emitted faint blue fluorescence.

Jiang Juan zoomed in on one of the photos and carefully observed the details. The blood on it was sprayed from the back of the knife at an angle of 45 degrees to 50 degrees.

He took the knife and swiped at the back of Zhang Yin's neck, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to take a breath.

This action was maintained for a long time before Deputy Section Chief Zhang plucked up his courage and asked tremblingly with a mosquito-like movement: "Deputy Jiang, did you find anything...?"

"No, I can't figure it out at all. Is there anything else found besides the murder weapon?"

"This scene is really a bit strange." Zhang Yin shook his head, smacked his lips and said, "It looks like a typical burglary, but there were no traces of fighting at the scene, and there were no signs of intrusion on the doors, windows or the entire house. That's right. Ye's, one of the best famous enterprises in our province, the security of the boss's house must be top-notch, how could it be possible for a few small thieves to break in, and it is even more unrealistic to escape smoothly after killing people."

He gestured and pointed at the photos of the scene, spit flying everywhere, "Look, there are no suspicious traces in this scene, and the shoe prints are all slippers from home after comparison, which means that the person who came to kill must be someone who was in this house in the first place , and the fact that the victim can turn her back on the murderer without any precautions, it means that the murderer must be someone she trusted very much during her lifetime, I think it must be right to check from her relatives and friends!"

What Zhang Yin said was indeed true, and after Mu Xueyin lost her vital signs this morning, there was also a qualified person who chose to surrender, and that was her adopted son Xu Zimu.

Jiang Juan roughly glanced at the scene photos recorded by the trace inspection, and a strange feeling came to his heart after flipping through a few of them, but he couldn't determine where the weirdness came from for a while, so he hesitated and thanked the trace inspection, Turning around, I went back to the detachment's office, and called Bai Dumpling, who was snoring and eating instant noodles while hiding under the desk.

He handed over a bottle of mineral water, startled Bai Dumpling, who was so absorbed in eating noodles that he didn't notice his approach, and quickly crawled out with a scream, wiping his mouth and explaining: "Deputy Jiang! I didn't... didn't steal it." Eat, I, I am..."

"Children grow up, so it's okay to eat more. I'll come back to the scene with me after eating. I still have a few questions to confirm."

The whole room is filled with the smell of spicy beef, and it is hard not to notice such a sneaky little glutton hiding under the table to cook for himself.Jiang Juan sighed, thinking that this girl is good everywhere, but sometimes she doesn't have a bright mind, and she doesn't know what she is thinking about all day long.

If he was lucky enough to know that the video of eating dinner that Bai Jiaojiao was staring at with a smirk on his face just now turned out to be a surveillance video of him and Xiao Shi in the forensic department ambiguously arguing one day, Bai's career would probably come to an end here up.

The two soon went to Ye Mingxuan's mansion in Yanling District, which was also the first scene where his wife Mu Xueyin was killed.Because of the murder case, irrelevant people were temporarily invited out, and the bodyguards and nannies who might provide useful clues were taken to the city bureau for routine questioning, while Ye Mingxuan himself still refused to meet anyone in the private hospital.

In the face of such a thorn in the side who refuses to cooperate with the police and always brings out lawyers and the law, the extraction of testimony has become the biggest difficulty in handling the case.But for someone like Jiang Juan who is not good at communicating with others and prefers to analyze the truth through objective facts, Ye Mingxuan's voluntary departure and handing over the scene to the police is the greatest convenience.

At present, the news of Mu Xueyin's assassination has not been announced. The neighbors and passers-by who saw the mansion surrounded by three floors of the police whispered, and even the bold aunt stepped forward to ask what happened. What, I still didn’t give up after being rejected by the field team member guarding the gate. I took pictures from front to back, left, and right, and always felt that the angle was wrong and the effect was not good. Jiang Juan who came out helped take a few photos before leaving contentedly.

Bai Jiaojiao asked: "Deputy Jiang, aren't you afraid that they will randomly post photos on the Internet and cause public opinion?"

"At present, no one knows about this murder case. Even if it is sent out, it will at most spread rumors of Ye's tax evasion, which will be suppressed soon. Speaking of public opinion, Ye Mingxuan has lived a smooth life in this life, and he really should Witness the pressure of public opinion, otherwise we the police are pushed to the forefront every time, is it fair?"

Jiang Juan said this very calmly, which made Bai Jiaojiao feel blushed and heartbeat, and quietly whispered behind his back: "I see, you are really bad..."

"what?"

"No no no... no."

He didn't know that he had already been marked with a more emotional label in the heart of this Two-dimensional girl, and became one of the most hardcore CPs she had been drinking recently... one of them.

Jiang Juan greeted the field staff at the scene, put on gloves and shoe covers, lifted the cordon in front of the scene, leaned over and walked in with his eyes closed.

On the day of the incident, he was stimulated when he first arrived at the scene, and he was not in the mood to take a closer look at the situation. Most of the photos he got today were partial shots, which were no more intuitive than being at the scene in person.

At this moment, he stood at the bloody scene, took a deep breath, and finally opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the dried and blackened blood that covered almost a quarter of the entire room, and the smell of blood still permeated the surroundings, which made his stomach churn and he couldn't help but gag.

Bai Jiaojiao thoughtfully handed over the disposable mask, and he thanked, the little girl smiled, "You don't need to thank me, Doctor Xiao Fayi asked me to bring it, and he asked me to take good care of you."

Jiang Juan just said "hmm" without saying anything. He put on a mask to calm down his physical and mental discomfort, and began to carefully observe the bloody scene.

The design of this villa is very distinctive. Almost every room is not a regular square, and the scene is no exception. The room presents a hexagonal shape with a narrow top and a wide bottom. Composed of glass, only the circular glass with a diameter of about fifty centimeters on the ceiling is transparent and flawless, and it is the only lighting point in this room.

From the entrance, the room is symmetrical from left to right. There are handmade bookshelves made of yellow rosewood on each wall, and there are rows of spotless hardcover books. It seems that they are carefully placed on the walls to prevent the books from being damaged and aged due to direct sunlight. The shading treatment has been done, but overall, this room is not suitable as a library.

The position where Mu Xueyin fell was traced by chalk. She fell in the middle of the room, with an expensive handmade carpet under her body. Lean toward the door.

Jiang Juan still remembered the look in her eyes when she was dying.

There is no helplessness, no despair, but a kind of joy and joy that is about to break away from the shackles, announcing the results of his battle to him.

The moment he saw her, Jiang Juan already had a guess about the murder in his heart, but intuition could never be used as the basis for handling the case, he needed solid evidence.

He took out his mobile phone, took pictures of all the scattered blood spots near the place where the deceased fell to the ground, got up and rubbed his forehead.

Looking around, there are many original books in English, French and German on the shelves, from world famous works such as "Pride and Prejudice", "Wuthering Heights", "War and Peace" to "Metaphysics", "Critique of Pure Reason" and "Death of God". The philosophical classics are all available. Judging from such a huge collection, selling the entire study is enough to buy a hardcover room in the city center.

"Who usually uses this study?" Jiang Juan asked.

"The nanny said that only the deceased, Mu Xueyin, would work here. What she originally said was that the husband was not interested in reading. The purpose of arranging this study room was to serve as a background wall when being interviewed by the media. Normally, Mu Xueyin would work here, but She doesn't know how to read these books, only their adopted son Xu Zimu often comes here to pick up books, and usually takes one while reading, and then takes the next one after reading it. like a restaurant."

Bai Jiaojiao casually took out an unevenly placed book from the bookshelf, and pointed to the title of the book on it, "The nanny said that it was this "Gone with the Wind" that Xu Zimu came to return a few days before the incident. Volume II."

"How many days?"

"The nanny can't remember clearly, it should be within this week. He said that Xu Zimu's reading speed is very fast, and he likes to read very much. He can finish reading novels in about a week, and he will secretly read them under the covers at night. , she kindly reminded him to protect his eyes."

Jiang Juan took the "Gone with the Wind", first looked at the edge of the book, felt the feel through the glove, then opened it from the middle, bent it back and forth a few times, tested the tightness of the spine, and used the left After listening to the sound, Bai Jiaojiao came over again, "Did you hear anything?"

Bai Jiaojiao shook her head suspiciously.

Only then did he follow the bookmark tape to open the last marked position of the reader, roughly browsed the content of the current page, then looked around, reached out and pointed to the top of his head, and moved the ladder leaning against the door, "Xiaobai, help me take it The book called Gone with the Wind is on the second row above your head in the middle."

Bai Jiaojiao immediately complied, and passed the things over happily, Jiang Juan looked at her a little strangely, "Are you... going on a date tonight?"

"Ah? No, I don't have a boyfriend yet." Bai Jiaojiao was dumbfounded by his question.

"Then what are you doing so silly today, do I look weird?"

When Bai Jiaojiao thought of the little video she just got today, her aunt couldn't help but smile again.

She shook her head and said sullenly, "No, no, I just thought of something happy."

Jiang Juan gave her a half-believing look, put both books into sealed bags, and stuffed them into her arms.

"Take it, and bring it back to the office later." After speaking, he headed towards the only desk in the study, not paying attention to Bai Jiaojiao's fiery gaze.

This table is the same as the surrounding bookshelves, all made of precious Hainan huanghuali. The low-key and minimalist patterns can be seen with traces of hand-carving, which is obviously different from the machinists on the bad street.

Jiang Juan lifted the plastic sheet on the table, and saw an obvious rectangular imprint in the middle of the table, about the size of a notebook. It should have been a computer that had been placed here for a long time, and the imprints of different shades were left by direct sunlight. .

He looked up at the ceiling, and sure enough the desk was right under the transparent glass.

"Deputy Jiang, I found the deceased's computer here when I was investigating the scene yesterday, and the technical detective has brought it back to the bureau for investigation."

Jiang Juan responded, and then looked at the furnishings on the table. Several books related to programming were stacked on the left hand side. Each book had curled edges, folded pages, and traces of wear and tear, which showed that Mu Xueyin It should be checked frequently at work.As Wen Xingchuan said, most of these books are related to Python, C++ and Java. It seems that the deceased is indeed studying the pros and cons of these three languages.

In addition, there is only a vase with a few orchid lilies on the table, a glass of diffuser stone exuding the aroma of jasmine and pomelo, and a bottle of transparent nail polish, which is very feminine in office style.

Jiang Juan touched the lily petals that were only slightly withered at the edges, fanned the air with a wave of his hand, pulled off the mask and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, then lowered his head to kiss the scent of the aromatherapy.

Bai Dumpling followed his example and took a deep breath, and couldn't help feeling: "Wow! It smells so good."

Jiang Juan glanced at her suspiciously, "Do you girls like to smell two kinds of scented things together?"

"You don't understand this. Many women's perfumes have a mixture of three aromas in the front, middle and back notes. The mixed high-end fragrances recognized by internationally renowned perfumers are of course very good. I didn't expect the deceased to enjoy it so much. I thought she was one of those workaholics who don't know what's going on outside the window."

Jiang Juan didn't quite understand this statement, and quickly shifted his attention to the bottle of transparent nail polish.

He asked again: "Do girls use this when they do their nails?" He pointed to the bottle of transparent nail polish with only the mouth of the bottle missing.

Bai Dumpling looked at the English label on the top, "This is a top coat. Generally speaking, the retention time of nail polish is relatively short, and it is easy to fall off when bumped. It only takes about two or three days. I want to keep the color for a long time. Some need to apply a layer of base oil first and then apply color oil. After the color is saturated, use top oil to seal it. In this way, it can last for a week. But I think that rich people like the deceased usually use it better, and it lasts for a long time How about a longer manicure?"

"Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is. Generally, you need to find a professional technician in the store to do nail art. The material used is nail polish, which needs to be dried with ultraviolet light. It is very strong. As long as it does not encounter very serious external damage, it can last for half a year. It's all right."

"Can this oil and glue be used in combination?"

"No, it's superfluous."

Jiang Juan thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and handed the photos of Mu Xueyin's life and the close-ups of his hands after death to Bai Jiaojiao to look at, "Do you think these are oils or glue?"

"This, it must be gel nail polish. Nail polish can't produce such a special shiny spar cat's eye effect... Wait, what is this bottle of nail polish for?"

The two stared at each other.

At this moment, a call came in, and seeing the word "Xiao Shi" on the caller ID, Bai Dumpling was like a boiling kettle on the spot, and jumped aside with a flushed face, her pricked ears only After the call was connected, Xiao Shi's voice came asking for credit: "Ex-wife! Guess what I found in the hands of the deceased?"

After a while, Jiang Juan looked at the English ingredient list on the nail polish bottle, and slowly pressed the hang up button.

"Find a use for nail polish."

The author has something to say:

As an anthropomorphic person, Xiao Shi is definitely a dog, Erha, who is not very good at thinking, a house demolition maniac, who will force his wife and daughter to sleep together in his messy kennel, and then get beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face with aggrieved face. !

Ah Juan should be a cat, that kind of German curly cat that is not clingy by nature, cold and noble. His hobbies are basking in the sun and licking his fur. He hates being pulled. You never know when he will suddenly jump up and plot against you. .

Thank you for reading the text, cute~

Thanks to Yueerwan for rewarding 2 landmines, did Brother Xun blow up his hair today, and 1 landmine for Ayu! !

Thanks for a bottle of nutrient solution from Utopia Irrigation! !

Thanks for feeding! !