Chapter 384

Generally speaking, several elements are indispensable to the scene of the crime.

The police and the isolation lines they set,

corpses, blood stains and uniformed forensic doctors,

of course,

can't be separated from the melon eaters surrounded by three layers of people.

The old Taoist helped Zhou Ze to push the crowd away and escorted him in.

Take a breath,

he has a sense of deja vu,

remember that his last boss also likes to investigate cases,

then he almost lost himself after checking.

Then look at the current boss behind him. Boss Zhou's face is a strange look that he dislikes and doesn't want to come. At least, the current boss is not very interested in the investigation.

Over there, Zhang Yanfeng also came to take over Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze saw the tall policewoman again, and the other side noticed Zhou Ze.

It's estimated that the policewoman was also surprised. What's the origin of Zhou Ze? Both captains of the criminal police like to ask him for help in handling cases?

Zhang Yanfeng's command team is very skilful, which is nonsense. After all, he has worked here for 20 years, but now he has changed his body.

This makes many police officers have an illusion. They always feel that the new leader and the leader who died a while ago seem to have the same handling style.

However, everyone is quite used to it. After the old captain died, he couldn't hear the voice of swearing and lecturing for a while. He really wanted to panic.

Lao Zhang took Zhou Zexian to see the body. It was the old woman who set up a stall by the road yesterday to sell newspapers.

A forensic doctor and her assistant are examining the body. Preliminary autopsy reports have come out.

"The cause of death is that the back brain is hit hard. The time of death is about the second half of the night. Because the body was found by passers-by at six in the morning, plus the time when we left here yesterday is half past eleven, we can basically analyze a period of death.

By the way, look here again.

This is the cement road in the countryside. This is the tricycle of the dead. According to the preliminary inquiry from the family of the dead, the dead usually go to a stall near xiaoshiqiao to sell newspapers at six o'clock in the evening. When the newspapers are sold out or before one o'clock in the morning at the latest, they will definitely come back on their own tricycle.

If the newspapers sell out earlier, they will come back earlier.

This position is about 20 minutes' ride on a tricycle from the place where we met the deceased to set up a stall yesterday. Here, it's not far from the home of the deceased. The home of the deceased is just behind the field in front. Her wife went there a few years ago, and her son has been married and separated. She lives in the old house alone. "

After explaining the general situation, Zhang Yanfeng lowered his voice to Zhou Ze's ear and asked, "why didn't I see the soul?"

"I guess it's going straight to hell." Zhou Ze explained.

If the spirits of every dead person got a walk around the bookstore, the boss would have made a fortune that week. Counting the money at home is enough to count the soft hands.

Zhou Ze also squatted down, asked for a pair of gloves from the forensics, and roughly examined the body. Although boss Zhou is not a forensics, if you only look at the surface to speculate about something, the surgeons also have experience.

The cause of death was really a blow to the back of the brain.

"What is this red powder?" Zhou Ze asked, pointing to the dust on the hair of the dead man's back brain.

"It's red brick." The female medical examiner replied directly, "it is preliminarily inferred that the murder weapon should be a red brick, which has been searched nearby, but no feedback has been received for the time being."

Zhou Ze nodded and indicated that he knew.

Nowadays, there are many detective dramas and detective novels. Although many of them are made up in vain, there are also many real parts.

I remember that in the early years in the United States, a documentary about criminal investigation technology was filmed. Later, it was stopped because that documentary can also be used as a science education film when the murderer committed the crime.

At least, in recent years, as long as the murders are not pure flustered passion murders, the proportion of murderers who will hide murder weapons to wipe off fingerprints and try not to leave DNA messages has been increasing.

If the murder weapon is just a piece of red brick, the murderer will take it directly after killing people, and then find a humble place to throw it everywhere. If the police want to find it, it's really difficult.

Zhou Ze stood up and looked at the tricycle, which was also circled on one side. There was a chalk figure on the ground beside the tricycle, which should be the posture of the dead lying on the ground when he was found.

"See what, boss?" Asked Zhang in a low voice.

"I can see it, and you can see it."

Zhou Ze doesn't think an old criminal policeman will be worse than himself.

In fact,

the course of the crime is very clear,

can even clearly fill out the picture at that time.The old woman rode her tricycle home at about 12:30.

then a black shadow rushed up from behind with a brick and hit the old woman on the road. She fell off the car and died.

The speed of the old man's tricycle is very slow. The adult can catch up with him after a little sprint.

"This is a rural area with no cameras, and because it was late at night, the probability of having a case witness would be very low."

Then,

Zhang Yanfeng said solemnly:

"the most important thing is, is it too coincidental

Zhou Ze nodded, yes, it was a coincidence.

Yesterday, I went to the scene of throwing corpses 16 years ago with Lao Zhang and saw the old woman. Later, she was killed immediately.

I'm not Conan, and I don't have the aura of dead people's attributes.

Although there is no direct evidence, instinctively, people can't help thinking about the two cases together.

"What's the date today?" Zhou Ze asked.

"August 16." Zhang replied.

"It was the 15th yesterday. What happened to the body throwing 16 years ago?" Zhou Ze asked.

Zhang Yanfeng never gave up the case, so almost all the information about the case was printed in his mind. At this time, he didn't need to turn over the file to answer directly:

"he found that neon was in

(cough,

it was found that RF was on September 1, 2002. After a visit and investigation, it is known that the first person who picked up the meat was on August 17, 2002. "

"August 17, August 15." "August 17 is the earliest known day when the body was found, but the time for the dead to be killed should be raised a little further," said Zhou

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, it was the 15th, and the case of 12 years also happened in August. Is it possible that yesterday was actually the 16th anniversary of the deceased in the case of mutilation?"

Zhang Yanfeng's face took a puff,

he didn't think Zhou Ze was far fetched and talking nonsense,

because this kind of possibility is really great.

It's almost a rule that killers like to return to the crime scene and crowd around the melon eaters to watch.

It's like a truth that people like to look back and look down at their poop after they have pooped.

Zhang Yanfeng's face was suddenly twisted, his breathing became shorter, and his fingers began to shake. This was because of anger,

"that is to say, it's very likely that yesterday, just after we left, the killer also went there.

Even,

maybe when we were there,

the killer passed us by! "

Lao Zhang's fist is clenched immediately.

if the murderer did brush past him yesterday,

it's really a shame,

it's a shame to his career!

"You can investigate here first. Maybe we think more about it. How can there be such a coincidence in the world, right?"

Zhang Yanfeng nodded a little difficultly, and then said: "I wish it was him. Sixteen years ago, because of the limited conditions, he was allowed to go unpunished for so many years. If it was him who killed this time, I would never let him escape again."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Zhang Yanfeng on the shoulder, then walked out.

Lao Dao immediately follows. They get on the bus.

Lao Dao sat in the driver's seat, started the train number and asked, "boss, go back to the bookstore?"

"No, to little stone bridge."

Before long,

the car entered the path where Zhou Ze and Lao Zhang came yesterday.

After getting off the bus, Zhou Ze sat down on the curb.

I vaguely remember,

yesterday I joked with the old woman who sold newspapers,

they asked if they had lost something and came back to find it,

I joked and replied: Yes, I lost a few pieces of meat.

"Boss, this is the scene of the body throwing case 16 years ago that officer Zhang said?"

"Well."

"Tut tut."

Lao Dao began to look around.

But 16 years on, 16 years is enough for a big city to change dramatically.

Why does the old woman die?

is it true that the murderer of the corpse smashing case happened again 16 years ago?

Then why did he kill the old woman?

Zhou Ze licked his lips,

in fact,

there is a little that Zhou Ze noticed,

to sell newspapers, you should not go to the street to sell them, and you have to find places with high traffic. Why does that old woman set up a stall on this path in the middle of the night?It's illogical. The old man who lives alone with his son should come out to sell newspapers to help his family. The first factor is to sell more newspapers as soon as possible.

"Boss, what you said to Zhang police before, when you came yesterday, the murderer might have come too? It's a coincidence. After all, sixteen years have passed. Maybe the murderer has already died

Zhou Ze didn't answer,

instead, he raised his head,

he looked at the wall close to the path, behind which was a mansion.

Zhou Ze's whole person suddenly froze, like a flash of lightning across his mind, is there another possibility,

that is,

murderer,

in the past 16 years, he has lived in this dormitory building?

When I and Lao Zhang came here last night,

the murderer,

actually stood behind the window of a room on a certain floor,

eyes,

looking over here?