"Then I... will be photographed by surveillance... and put on the wall." Wu Yu gritted his teeth, forcefully broke Bu Chonghua's hand off his body, and exhaled, "The bonus will be deducted on the grounds of bad manners! "
Bu Chonghua smiled: "It's okay, we'll be together if we want to deduct.
Wu Yu broke down in response to his plastic feelings, "That won't work, I want to deduct you, my bonus is the same as the territory of the motherland and can't be less!"
Money is the last stubborn stubbornness of Comrade Bu Xiaohua, equivalent to Xiaogui forensic cone and Cai Lin's lunch box. Bu Chonghua finally couldn't help laughing and asked, "Why are you saving so much money, don't tell me it's really for buying a house?"
Wu Yu said perfunctorily: "Build bridges and roads, donate to Hope Primary School."
"That's a good thing. I donate together with you, and you can also pull Yan Yan to donate together, how about it?"
"That doesn't work, isn't it the kind of primary school I donated that I have the nerve to be the principal?" Wu Yu tugged Chonghua's sleeves and turned his attention away, showing him the conference table covered with sacks of debris and live photos. : "What were you discussing here just now?"
"Discuss where Chen Yuanliang was killed and where his body was thrown." Bu Chonghua heard that he was trying to divert the topic and knew that it was useless to ask questions, so he repeated the discussion just now, and added, "All the evidence points to him in the The victim was killed in the wilderness near the intersection of the Beijiao Chemical Fertilizer Factory and Jinhe Road, but Liao Gang and the others have led the police from the police station in their jurisdiction to search for a week, and found nothing. If the local terrain conditions are considered, the psychological and action ability of the victim should be considered. , I think it's more likely that the murderer would suspect the police."
Wu Yu nodded, thought for a while and asked, "What if the murder scene was in a car?"
"It is possible that it rained on the second day of the murder, which may have washed away the ruts at the scene... But it is still impossible to explain how the murderer took the body to the Beidao Village Landfill."
"Hold it?"
Bu Chonghua shook his head: "Dead people are very heavy, even if Chen Yuanliang is small and thin, he can barely handle it."
"Come, come, practice to bring out true knowledge," Wu Yu was gearing up, motioning Bu Chonghua to turn around: "Come here and let's try."
Bu Chonghua pressed the edge of the table: "Wait, wait, think about it..."
"Come, come and try." Wu Yu couldn't help but leaned down, pressed his back with one hand and hooked his legs with the other, and suddenly exerted his strength "Oh!" Bu Chonghua involuntarily lifted his feet off the ground, and the two of them made a sound at the same time. Painful: "Fuck!..."
With a bang, Chonghua returned to the ground and staggered a few steps before standing up. Wu Yu was also holding the table and gasping for breath, and said, "Ten... ten seconds. Your focus is too uncooperative!"
Bu Chonghua laughed and laughed: "You just want the princess to hug me, right?!"
Wu Yu: "Aren't you happy to treat you as a princess?"
It's much harder to hold the princess than to carry it on your shoulders, but what the princess didn't tell him was that she was actually losing weight recently, because living together with Wu Yu would lead to weight gain, and she had to lose a few kilograms first to prepare for the unexpected...
Bu Chonghua smiled and waved his hand, saying, "The murderer couldn't possibly have carried the corpse into the landfill. The place where the corpse was found is still a few hundred meters away from the gate. I think it's either a tricycle or a Used scavenger scooters."
It is more likely that the murderer could mingle with the sporadic scavengers in the dark without being detected. But this also means another thing, that is, the murderer must have a transfer station near the landfill. Where is it
The two of them researched for a while, but still had no clue. At first, Wu Yu kept putting forward various guesses and opinions. Later, he could only pull out a chair and sit down. He smiled and rubbed his face and said, "I can't do it anymore. It seems that I am really bad at reasoning about this matter, so I should lead you. Hurry up and do it."
Maybe because there is really no clue to find a needle in a haystack, this time Bu Chonghua deliberately avoided the topic of whether he could do it or not. Isn’t it helpless? Besides, solving a case doesn’t depend on reasoning, and investigating and visiting, surveillance video, interrogation skills, and modern criminal departments are the magic weapons for criminal police to solve a case.
Wu Yu hesitated, and after a while asked with a slight smile, "...Would you teach me to solve the case?"
Bu Chonghua paused for a moment, looked up at him, his face seemed a little happy, but he said lightly: "Why don't you let your old classmate teach this? They are taught by police academies, and they were first-level police inspectors before. ."
Wu Yu: "..."
Wu Yu said: "Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me. I'll go and call him to see if he has time tonight..."
Bu Chonghua slid down Wu Yu's back like a lightning bolt and pulled him back, and scolded him with a smile: "You dare! Come back and accompany the leader to clear the evidence on the table!"
Jiang Ting's subtle psychological stimulation to Bu Chonghua was nothing short of a hundred attempts, and if it went on like this, it would become a killer. Wu Yu came back with a smile, helped Bu Chonghua to put away hundreds of photos of the scene, wrote the physical evidence registration form one by one, and put back dozens of numbered transparent bags in sequence. One shot: "No, the wire number 26654 must be registered separately from the other bags of wires."
"Why?" Wu Yu raised his head diagonally.
"The other sections are used to bind the corpse. Only this section is used to tie the mouth of the body bag. You can put it in the evidence box containing the sack."
Wu Yuxin said that you have a lot of things to do, Yiyan got up and put the physical evidence bag No. 26654 into another cardboard box, then sat down and continued to write the registration form. While writing, the pen suddenly stopped, and thoughtfully picked up the rest After observing a few bags of wires for a while, I took the wire number 26654 back and compared it for a while.
"What's wrong?" Bu Chonghua stopped what he was doing.
"…26654 is newer than the other wires."
"renew?"
"Well, you see it's a little brighter than all the other threads."
Bu Chonghua took the two bags of wires, frowned slowly, and suddenly said after a while: "... No, no, the copper wires have the same aging degree, but the paint on other wires has faded a bit, and... "
And the fading is not the whole wire, it is a regular pattern, and the paint clarity of the part that has not faded is similar to that of 26654.
- What does this mean
As if some kind of giant was vaguely silhouetted in the deep water, Bu Chonghua vaguely felt as if he had caught something. He picked up several other wires that bound the corpse, and found that although the length of the faded part of each wire was different, some faded every four or five centimeters, and some only faded every thirty centimeters; They all exhibit a certain regularity, as if...
"!!"
Lightning suddenly flashed through the chaos, Bu Chonghua's whole body was full of energy, he grabbed the glove and put it on, opened the evidence bag with three strokes and five to two, grabbed the blood-stained wires in his hand, turned his head and asked Wu Yu, "Help me. I brought Song Hui."
Wu Yu said stunned, "Why?"
"Bind her!"
Five minutes later, the detachment leader's office.
Song Hui: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
The atmosphere froze, and in that deadly silence, Song Hui finally uttered a question from the soul in a trembling voice:
"Even if you want to refuse my confession, you won't tie me up with the rope that tied the corpse and put it in a sack, right?!"
"Wrap it yourself, hurry up." Bu Chonghua pointed at the box of plastic wrap just grabbed from the canteen of the Public Security Bureau and instructed succinctly. Then he probably saw Song Hui's life-changing expression, sighed and said, "You are the only one in the entire detachment who is most similar to the victim, what can I do?"
Song Hui looked at Wu Yu with tears in her eyes, and Wu Yu immediately spread his hands to express his helplessness: "It's okay, just tie it up for a while, the leaders will comfort you."
Song Hui was distraught: "Is it comforting to say that I look like a seventy-year-old man?!"
Bu Chonghua insisted that it was comfort, Song Hui had nothing to do, sobbing in a desperate atmosphere, wrapped her arms and legs one by one with plastic wrap. Bu Chonghua was still staring at her to see if she was wrapped tightly enough, and whether there were any gaps left, and from time to time ordered: "Don't save the plastic wrap, yes, here are two more wraps."
"He's afraid that the plastic wrap will tear the rope and get on you," Wu Yu comforted kindly.
Before Song Hui could feel a little more comfort than nothing, she heard Bu Chonghua say in surprise, "What? I'm afraid that the DNA on the evidence will be contaminated when it touches her."
Song Hui: "..."
But if Song Hui was a little less afraid of the hot search, she was already crying and rushing out to the inspection team to file a complaint.
"Yes, don't be so rigid, relax, the victim didn't have a corpse at that time." Bu Chonghua tied her knees around a piece of wire in a virtual way, got up and looked at her eyes and raised her hands. He pulled Wu Yu over: "Look at this wire."
Song Hui rested her forehead on her knees and looked at her thighs numbly: "No, thank you."
Wu Yu took a closer look, and instantly noticed something strange—
In the posture of the victim being bound in the body bag, combined with the body shape and leg circumference, the discolored parts of the wires are unified on the left side of the body, and they are neatly attached to the inside of the body bag.
In other words, this part of the wire did not change color after being used, but on the way of throwing the corpse, due to the friction and fading of the corpse in the left-side lying position and the inside of the body bag!
"Hurry up and untie the wires from her!" Wu Yu blurted out in an instant, and the unbelievable Song Hui didn't have time to be moved, only to hear him lose his voice: "As long as you know how long the wires and the body bag are rubbed together, the color will fade to this level. , we can know how long it took the murderer to reach the corpse dump, and we can hope to find the murder scene!"
"..." Song Hui, who was tied up, struggled desperately: "Is there still anyone in charge of my hopes for humanity?!"
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Half an hour later, Wang Jiuling rushed into the office, and saw Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu, Song Hui, Xiaogui forensic doctor, and Liao Gang, who had just returned from the 18 large garbage bins and rushed back in sweat... There is a wire and a woven bag on the hand, and each head is rubbed hard. There are also several test wires with different shades of color after rubbing scattered on the ground. Moderate friction for 15min"... The whole office is full of brainwashing chak chah chah chah chah.
"Stop rubbing! The comparison is out!" Wang Jiuling breathed excitedly, and was caught off-guard from inhaling the strange smell of rotting corpse garbage mixed with rubber friction, but the adrenaline of the blowout made him completely ignorant: "Mild friction for 25 minutes The fading depth of the last wire is the closest to the corpse binding wire, and the Beidao Village Landfill is 25 minutes away by bicycle, and there is indeed an urban-rural village with about 200 households!"
Bu Chonghua raised his head: "What's your name?"
"Xiaobeizhuang!"
Everyone suddenly got up, and Bu Chonghua walked out: "Notify the patrol police in the jurisdiction, bring the sub-bureau trace inspection, and immediately set off to search the village!"
The red and blue police lights were flying under the sky, and the shrieking sirens were all turned off one kilometer away from the destination. A few minutes later, they surrounded this dilapidated Xiaobeizhuang in the wilderness. The door of the police car was slammed one after another, and the messy footsteps surrounded the outer edge of the entire village, exclaiming and screaming in an endless stream.
"Police!" "Don't run around!" "Please cooperate with the search!"
"Let's go home, don't panic! I'm not here to check the temporary residence permit!" Cai Lin grabbed a woman holding a child, held up a photo of Chen Yuanliang and asked loudly, "Have you seen this person? Do you have any impressions? Have you seen it?!"
The woman shook her head with a crying voice: "I haven't seen it before, don't drive us away, I won't go to the shelter..."
"I didn't drive you to the shelter, we are the criminal police! The criminal police don't care about this, do you know? Hey, you can't hold your newborn child like this..." Cai Lin shouted loudly when suddenly the phone rang: "Hello? Zhang Xiaoyu, you Why don't you use a walkie-talkie, you fucking put your gear in the car again, didn't you?!"
Not knowing what to say on the phone, Cai Lin jumped up three seconds later and hurriedly said, "Boss! Boss!"
When Bu Chonghua stood in front of the police car and turned his head, he saw Cai Lin holding his phone, and uttered three words in a daze: "I found it."
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open with one kick, and Bu Chonghua took the lead in raising his gun, and swept the gun in all directions, only to see wires, scissors, woven bags, bleach, waste paper and other items scattered on the partitioned floor of the mere five or six square meters. , Because the windows are closed in the summer, there is a sour and indescribable smell.
"..." Bu Chonghua exhaled, put away the police gun, and gestured backwards.
"Call Xian Kan. This is it."
The author has something to say:
***"Determining the radius of the throwing corpse by changing the color of the wire" is based on a real murder case, in March 2001, in Zhuhai, where the corpse was murdered, and Zhaoqing where the corpse was thrown. Supervisor, hereby marked ***