crime profiler in the dark

Just as Yi Yunzhao was thinking about what the message Wu Tian wanted to tell him at the last moment, a police car with its siren whizzing past suddenly heard a long honking sound from the park, which made Yi Yunzhao startled. The cleaning workers who came have called the police, and the police are rushing to the scene of the crime.

Although Yi Yunzhao knew he was innocent, all the evidence so far was against him - he didn't know if the cleaning staff saw his face clearly, and he didn't know if Wu Tian and his accomplices tried to get his fingerprints When he got to the office, he didn't even know whether he was captured by China Merchants' surveillance video. He only knew that he was in a secret room with the victim, and that three bullets were missing from his gun. Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to cleanse yourself! !

no! !Yi Yunzhao suddenly yelled in his heart, I have to be charged with murder for no apparent reason! !I must find the man behind the scenes! !

Yi Yunzhao wiped off the water stains on his face with his sleeve, and rethought:

The Qinglong Police Station is in charge of this area. It takes at least 5 hours from when they collect evidence at the scene to discovering that he was there, and these 5 hours will determine whether he will be thrown into prison for unprovoked charges!

Thinking of this, Yi Yunzhao hurriedly took out his mobile phone, snapped off the back panel, and threw the SIM card into the trash can next to him—to prevent the police from tracking his location through his mobile phone. Afterwards, he left the park and went to the nearest Yi Yunzhao took out all his remaining deposits of several thousand yuan from an ATM machine in his home—once the police identified him as a suspect, they would freeze all his property soon; then Yi Yunzhao took a taxi back to his home, exchanged After picking up a set of clothes, he took a few changes of clothes and a hat and left quickly—if the police issued a nationwide wanted arrest against him, the clothes he was wearing would definitely make him the target of all police searches in the city.

After getting ready, Yi Yunzhao disappeared into the vast crowd.

At this time, the China Merchants Bureau, Commercial Information Investigation Office

A yellow cordon was pulled up in front of the commercial information investigation department, and there were four police officers from the support department taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene.Sergeant Deng Yi of the Criminal Investigation Department of Qinglong Police Station squinted his eyes at Wu Tian, ​​who was lying in a pool of blood, by the door of the office. He took out a cigarette from his bag and was about to light it when his partner Chen Gang stopped him. :

"Old Deng, smoking is not allowed at the scene of the crime."

Sergeant Deng is in his early forties, but Chen Gang is not yet 30 years old. Although he was scolded by his subordinates, Sergeant Deng doesn't mind:

"Tsk." Sergeant Deng put the cigarette on his ear resentfully, and then asked Chen Gang, "What did the witnesses say?"

"They started cleaning this floor at 45:[-]. When they arrived at the commercial information investigation office, they found that the door inside was locked. One of them went to get the key. When they came back and opened the door, a man with a suspicious look pushed them down and took the way. And fled." Chen Gang had already recorded statements for the two cleaning workers.

"Did you see the suspect's face clearly?"

"It was too sudden, no. But there is a monitor downstairs, and I have asked my colleagues in the support department to take the videotape from last night."

Sergeant Deng did not speak. He stared at Wu Tian's body and saw that the forensic officer who was collecting evidence on him took out a bunch of keys from his bag. He also noticed a small cloth strip on one of them, which read " Office", he thought for a while, felt something was wrong, and asked Chen Gang: "You just said that the cleaning staff went to get the keys, where did they get them?"

"In the cleaning room, only the cleaning workers have the key to the cleaning room."

"Tsk." Sergeant Deng subconsciously wanted to pick up the cigarette stuck to his ear, but he heard Chen Gang behind him cough twice, so he had to give up.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." At this time, a thin old man came to the scene. He was probably in his 60s, with gray hair and wearing a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses.