civil forensic

Chapter 968 Survival from desperate situation

Chapter 968 Survival from desperate situation

"How did I find the person? Hahaha, I really just took a casual look and thought about it in my mind, and hey, this person's name jumped out. Xin Shengsi, this surname is quite rare. Anyone who takes a look at it can remember this surname, hahahaha..."

When Yu Wenshu came to the meeting room, he was immediately asked this core question by his subordinates. He felt so touched that he couldn't help but say a few more words. He put his hands on his hips and laughed a few times. He took a few sips of tea to cover it up, and couldn't help laughing a few more times.

A group of elite detectives, as if they had just thought of it, acted as if they had suddenly realized something, and praised:

"Yu Zhi always solves our problems in unexpected places!"

“I’ve found a way out of a desperate situation!”

"You can't tell just by looking at the list, so cross it out, right?"

"Photographic memory, this is photographic memory!"

At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten everything they saw, and repeatedly mentioned Yu Wenshu's photographic memory.

Yu Wenshu also changed from smiling to laughing towards the sky.

Everyone still tried their best to express their admiration.

Many attempts have proved that tickling here is the most comfortable, so just continue tickling here when the customer comes next time.

Don't try blindly, wait for other technicians to find the new G-spot, and then you can copy their homework.

"The list of criminals with criminal records, the online purchase records of kitchen knives and the transaction records of woven bags, when these three are combined, it turns out that he is a truck driver named Xin Shengsi. And it was Yu Zhi who made such an accurate judgment." Huang Qiangmin learned the general process when he went upstairs. Now he praised him from the side, but he still had to point out Jiang Yuan's contribution.

If we ignore his rank, Yu Wenshu's contribution is roughly equivalent to a clerk operating an Excel spreadsheet for a quarter of an hour. But he is the detachment leader, so his achievements are naturally different.

Of course, Yu Wenshu did not take credit for the case. The case was solved because of his leadership. On the contrary, specific case guidance was not very meaningful to a cadre at the level of a detachment leader. However, this case was so suitable for Yu Wenshu's talents that he couldn't help but show off.

What? Show off? Which Tsinghua graduate doesn't read Tsinghua three to five thousand times a year?

"Where's Jiang Yuan?" Yu Wenshu felt happy for a while before he regained consciousness and looked around.

"I'm here. I checked the cars under Xin Shengsi's name, and it's a Wuling Hongguang. It was purchased second-hand." Jiang Yuan had only been inside for a few minutes.

He no longer needed to do major image enhancement. He just selected a clearer frame from the existing video and enhanced it slightly. Although the specific license plate was still unclear, the car model matched, the number of logos on the windshield matched, and the damage on the rear door also matched.

Ma Jiyang couldn't help but say: "In this way, Mr. Xin Shengsi appears on all four lists."

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Let's go to his home to arrest him, and then send a team to the clothing market. He has been working there for a long time. There are many warehouses nearby, as well as some rest rooms and brothels. Xin Shengsi may also be dismembering the body here."

"Yes." Ma Jiyang and others agreed with high morale.

Now, the case has made a huge breakthrough, and the remaining steps can be simplified into routine operations. Why hesitate? Just go for it.

Xin Shengsi obviously had not anticipated such an outcome.

In other words, even if he realized this outcome, he couldn't change anything.

Xin Shengsi was just an ordinary truck driver. Like many people with criminal records, it was extremely difficult for him to find a job. Almost every company required people with "no criminal record", even the cake shop he loved very much was no exception.

There was no other choice, Xin Shengsi could only use the 3000 yuan he earned from labor reform in prison and the 4 yuan he had hidden after his last crime, bought a second-hand Wuling Hongguang, and started the Huolala business.

Today's freight business is not very good, but it is not bad either, especially in the clothing market, where there are often requests for moving goods, and the cargo owners will add a little money more or less, which makes more money than the simple transportation fare, but it is not as hard as moving.

The only thing that bothered Xin Shengsi a little was that his temper was difficult to control.

Things were fine in prison, as he was surrounded by muscular inmates, and Xin Shengsi was considered a good-tempered prisoner.

But in the clothing market, sometimes Xin Shengsi would be ordered around by the delicate little girls, and after a few rounds of negotiations over the amount of money, he would often lose his temper.

But the effect is quite good. Generally speaking, when he is really angry, the cargo owner will usually stop.

It just has a bad reputation, but that's just the way it is. The permanent residents and big customers who come and go in the clothing market all have fixed drivers, and the so-called part-time drivers are originally small-scale cargo owners. Some of them leave the market before they stay for a year. However, the army of new live-streamers who join the market is endless, so Xin Shengsi has plenty of work to do.

Especially those cargo owners who are not in the clothing market but rent houses in other places, they have less contact with the market, and even less understanding of the truck drivers. These people often don't care.

Xin Shengsi licked his lips. He had been deliberately controlling his temper recently, and unexpectedly gained two long-term customers. He actually felt that he was making some progress.

Could it be that I really need to use blood to have good luck?

Xin Shengsi hummed a song and swayed as he parked the car downstairs.

Snapped.

Xin Shengsi didn't rush to get out of the car, but lit a cigarette and prepared to smoke one before going upstairs.

squeak……

Xin Shengsi rolled down the car window.

At the moment the glass window disappeared, a long and powerful arm, like a monkey stealing peaches, stretched out silently from below and hugged Xin Shengsi's neck.

Xin Shengsi, who had just taken a puff of cigarette and had not yet had time to exhale, suddenly felt like he was suffocating and quickly became panicked.

"Hmm..." Xin Shengsi couldn't make any sound. He just had time to turn his hand and poke the burning cigarette butt into the thick arm that was strangling his neck.

The slender black arm trembled for a moment, and then continued to strangle as steady as a rock without increasing the strength.

Both those who are being strangled and those who are strangling know that if the strangulation is tightened any further, the person will most likely be strangled to death on the spot.

"police."

The door on the other side was opened, and the policeman who entered immediately took out the car keys.

Immediately afterwards, several policemen rushed forward and manually moved Xin Shengsi down.

Xin Shengsi instinctively felt that something was wrong. The last time he was arrested for theft, three policemen came, one held his neck, one handcuffed him, and the third policeman just watched with a baton, without moving his hands.

The steps for getting on the bus were also different. Last time, he got on the bus on his own under the police's orders. This time, the police did not give him such an option and carried him out of the bus.

Xin Shengsi weighed the weight this morning and it was 75 kilograms, a full 150 pounds. It was quite heavy for three people to move, but the three policemen worked hard without complaint.

The arm hanging on Xin Shengsi's neck left. Xin Shengsi took a deep breath, but he had even less strength.

"What's your name?" A familiar question came.

Xin Shengsi said nothing. He answered last time and was turned down.

"What's your name?" the arresting police officer asked again.

Seeing that Xin Shengsi didn't answer, he lifted his head up, took a photo, took fingerprints on the spot, and put them in the police communication for comparison.

"We'll draw blood from you for DNA testing when we get back. We'll make sure we get your name right." The detective in charge of the arrest said this and looked in the direction of the captain.

Ma Jiyang shook his head slightly. Those who were unwilling to even tell their names were considered diehards among the prisoners, so there was no need to conduct a sudden interrogation on the spot.

But no matter what, it’s good that we caught the person.

There are many ways to convict, not to mention, Jiang Yuan is here.

Wow.

A Coaster drove into the parking lot, opened its door, and a row of technical police officers in white coats got out at once.

Everyone looked high-spirited. Under the leadership of Jiang Yuan, they walked around in front of Xin Shengsi before going upstairs.

At the second scene, the initial suspicion was the murderer's own home. Xin Shengsi rented an old and dilapidated house near the clothing market. The decoration might have been from 30 years ago. The tattered cement floor and dirty white walls, under the sunlight, seemed like time had gone back.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the floor casually and said, "The cement floor is relatively new, and the stains are all new. It must have been covered with something before. Ask the landlord."

The mobile phone number was ready, and the local criminal police immediately called. After a moment, he replied, "Originally, it was covered with floor leather, like this."

He added the landlord's WeChat and asked for some pictures of the room.

Sure enough, the whole house was originally covered with parquet flooring, which still looked ugly, but now it has all been removed, obviously for a special reason.

Jiang Yuan nodded, put on a hood and gloves, and stepped inside with foot covers.

"Captain Jiang, I'll go first." Mu Zhiyang pulled Jiang Yuan, pulled out the gun with a click, and went in with the other two criminal police officers.

In a small house like this, the only places where people can hide are under the bed, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. But in such a small space, if someone resists, they can easily get hurt. Mu Zhiyang prefers to shoot him to death.

"Safe." Mu Zhiyang checked it and put the gun back into the holster.

Jiang Yuan went into the bathroom to check first.

The bathroom is exceptionally new, with white tiles from bottom to top. The toilet is also pale white, and there are very light signs of use on the water tank.

Jiang Yuan sniffed, then turned back and asked, "Compare it with the photos of the bathroom."

The local criminal police quickly took out their mobile phones and saw that the original bathroom had yellowish tiles.

"It has been renovated." said the detective.

"It's more convenient to protect the evidence inside." Jiang Yuan didn't care. Looking at the decoration level of this bathroom, it was either done by a novice or by the suspect himself, but it didn't matter. The greater the workload, the easier it was to make mistakes.

　"The old things I repaired have become spirits"

　　Modern city, professional cultural relics restoration + light fantasy, with old objects stringing together warm stories

(End of this chapter)