National Forensic Doctor

Changle City.

Highway service area.

"Captain Jiang. Brother Jiang." Wang Chuanxing called softly.

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes and saw Wang Chuanxing standing in front of him with thick eyebrows and big eyes, like his own Doberman.

Jiang Yuan pushed the person away, frowned, looked around, and asked, "Are we here?"

"We will get off the expressway after another ten minutes of driving. The captain of the Changle Criminal Police Detachment will wait for us at the exit of the expressway." Wang Chuanxing then stepped aside and said, "Do you want to do something convenient, wash your face or something?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, got off the GL8, walked two steps, stopped, and asked: "How is Chen Nuan's WeChat check?"

Checking WeChat is relatively complicated. In general cases, the police will take the suspect's mobile phone and check it. Now that we can't get Chen Nuan's mobile phone, we can only synchronize it from the server. This step is relatively troublesome and requires a lot of processes. It is a method that is only used in big cases.

Wang Chuanxing was well prepared and said as he walked: "The server has synchronized a large amount of content and is still flipping through it. Currently, it is known that Chen Nuan communicates more with several junior high school classmates, and there are several more active groups. , but there are no obvious clues. In other respects, she is looking for a job in Changle City as a restaurant waiter, living in the dormitory of the restaurant, and the restaurant group chats a lot every day, so there is no problem so far. "

"Chen Nuan's WeChat message saying she wanted to work abroad was sent by herself?" Jiang Yuan focused on this part.

Wang Chuanxing shook his head: "Most likely not. I asked the literary inspector in Changyang City to help me read it, saying that the sentence fragmentation was not in line with Chen Nuan's previous habits."

Literary inspection is not limited to the identification of handwriting, including all aspects of writing, writing and other aspects involving language, which are all within the scope of literary inspection and identification. The messages sent by Chen Nuan were not short, and there were many of them. In theory, it could be used for literary inspection and some conclusions could be drawn.

However, compared to technologies such as fingerprints, document inspection is much less stable. Jiang Yuan himself had LV3 literary inspection and appraisal skills, but he couldn't analyze anything useful from just a few sentences.

The document inspection technology in Changyang City may not be as high as LV3, so it is difficult to draw breakthrough conclusions.

As he spoke, Liu Jinghui followed him and boldly said to the bathroom: "Together?"

"Then let's go together." Jiang Yuan then followed Liu Jinghui into the bathroom, just like when he was studying.

However, Liu Jinghui washed his face at the sink at the door of the bathroom and sobered up, as if he was about to have a big fight.

Wang Chuanxing hesitated a step and fell behind.

Liu Jinghui had just not slept on the road, and now he said: "The news sent by the technical detective is that the deceased Chen Nuan's mobile phone has no signal for a long time. The last time she sent a message to her husband was on the 25th, and she may have turned off the phone after that." stuck."

Liu Jinghui paused and said, "He looks like a veteran. We still can't rule out the possibility of strangers committing the crime."

At this time, Liu Jinghui did not just propose the most likely direction based on his own experience and ability. He also had to check with each other to fill in the gaps and fill in some less likely puzzle pieces.

After all, in a murder case of this level, it would be impossible to stick to one clue.

Jiang Yuan took advantage of the situation and entered a state of brainstorming and asked: "Where does the account password of the mobile phone come from?"

"Torture?" Liu Jinghui entered the bathroom and found a urinal with a better location. He placed one hand on the wall, tilted his chin back, and said comfortably: "The victim was beaten during his lifetime. If a stranger committed the crime, It makes it easier to explain the origin and cause of these scars.”

"Well... that's also a reason." Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement. The victim, Chen Nuan, had a lot of signs of being beaten before he entered the water. If these marks were interpreted as torture, it would be explainable, and the reason is very good.

Liu Jinghui exhaled loudly, shook his body in coordination, and said slowly: "Based on this line of reasoning, after Chen Nuan came to Changle City, for some reason, he was targeted by someone, and the other party robbed him. We took away her mobile phone and other items, tortured her to get the corresponding password, and then killed Chen Nuan and threw her body into the river. The body flowed down the river and finally fell into our hands... Phew..."

Liu Jinghui's voice went smoothly: "However, the suspect is most likely an acquaintance. Otherwise, unless the suspect attaches great importance to the time of death, there is no need to send false news to Jin Quan. It is a waste of time and energy."

Liu Jinghui: "Acquaintances don't necessarily need to be tortured to obtain cell phone passwords and other information. Then the beating may be due to emotional reasons. Either for money or for emotional reasons. People nowadays are basically like this. They love and hate love and money... …”

"Okay." Jiang Yuanyan replied concisely, picked up his pants and left without looking back at all.

Liu Jinghui was stunned: "Just leaving?"

"Ah, I'm done. I'll wait for you in the car." Jiang Yuandao.

Liu Jinghui said "Oh", then lowered his head, his expression became extremely serious, and he whispered softly: "I can't believe that a battle with reputation on the line came without any sound on such an ordinary day..."

"Are you talking about today's case?" When Wang Chuanxing entered the door, he heard Liu Jinghui muttering "bet on reputation" and added it casually.

Liu Jinghui closed his eyes to rest and let out a soft "shhh".

The team took a short rest and then got back on the road. Ten minutes later, when they got off the expressway, they saw four or five cars parked neatly in a large open space in front of the toll station.

"Team Jiang." Lang Heng, the captain of the Criminal Police Detachment of the Changle City Bureau, stepped forward excitedly, shook hands with Jiang Yuan and others, and introduced the people from his own Criminal Police Detachment.

"Lang Zhi is too polite. We are just small detectives in a small county, and we don't deserve to be treated so grandly by you!" Huang Qiangmin smiled, looking very humble.

Lang Heng glanced at Huang Qiangmin's Beijing A6 with a half-smile, and said: "As far as our domestic criminal police community is concerned, when it comes to the Ningtai County Criminal Police Brigade, who dares not to put their thumbs up."

"Hahahaha, it's not that bad." Huang Qiangmin paused, and then said: "This time our investigation has reached Changle City, not Changle City to handle the case, so you don't need to be nervous."

This is a brief summary of the status issue.

Lang Heng couldn't help but squirm, chuckled twice, and said: "You're already here... Well, political commissar Huang, please take my car, and let's have a meal together first..."

"You're welcome, we mainly handle cases." Huang Qiangmin declined.

"Then take my car and let's talk about the details of the case together." Lang Heng took Huang Qiangmin's arm and whispered: "Our director and the secretary in charge of us are coming here in the evening, mainly because they want to meet Jiang Yuan , give brother a face..."

"You said so..." Huang Qiangmin sighed. When other criminal police officers go to other places to handle cases, it would be best if they can get a reception. A sensible person would usually treat the local criminal police officers to a meal and a drink. There is no need to take Jiang Yuan out. Instead, the local criminal police invites him to dinner. It’s not that easy to leave, and he might have to take something with him...

"Come on, come on." Lang Heng let Huang Qiangmin get into his car.

Huang Qiangmin nodded and looked around: "Your car is pretty good."