National Forensic Doctor

Under the dim street lights, people in uniforms were rushing back and forth. There were many times more people than tourists watching the excitement.

The windows of buildings of different heights were opened one after another, and some people stretched their heads to look in spite of the drizzle.

The villagers in Jiali Village have never experienced this. They all looked outside with heavy faces and dull eyes. The expressions in the WeChat group were beaming:

[A lot of police came. I don’t know who died. 】

[During the demolition, if there were so many police here, we would all be in trouble. 】

[Is your family rich now? If you have money, borrow some. 】

[The police don’t come for no reason. What are they here for? Let’s all have some snacks. 】

Village director Chen Jifeng led Jiang Yuan and others as they walked along the wall and said, "There are only three Bazaos in our village. The one I showed you first is also a B\u0026B. In fact, all B\u0026Bs are now open in our village." , Haha, even my family has a few rooms to open a B\u0026B, at least 511

When there are people. "

The officer leading the team nodded, whispered a few instructions, and then directed the team with gestures.

He arranged a number of snipers, observers and sentries in the distance. The main roads in the village were all under control. The team also carried thermal imaging cameras, which were purely military models. They could easily see what was happening in the courtyard. Personnel distribution.

Under his order, the pikemen accompanying the team also took off a drone and flew directly over the courtyard wall to investigate the situation inside the courtyard.

At this time, he didn't think about any suddenness at all, he just wanted stability.

Seeing the officer doing this, Mu Zhiyang felt more at ease. There is a generational difference in terms of force between ordinary people in society and the police. Even if the police use cold weapons, they are crushed by numbers with electric shock batons. After using hot weapons, the generational difference is actually even greater. As far as ordinary people can now

The weapons used to face a heavily armed police officer, including a helmet, body armor, ceramic insert and shield, are almost the same as using a hatchet to fight a fully armored soldier in the Cold War era.

It can be said that if everyone is openly showing off the battle between horses and horses, even if there is a hunter with a gun, it will be good to have a chance to shoot. It must accurately hit a fully armed soldier. There must be a certain probability of penetration in low-protection parts.

Mu Zhiyang glanced at Jiang Yuan with the corner of his eyes and whispered: "Captain Jiang, you are too tall, please lower your head a little.

"Oh." Jiang Yuan pressed his helmet with his hand and squatted down a little. He is now a protected person, so naturally he has to cooperate well.

Mu Zhiyang carried the shield in one hand, but did not raise it. Their current position was actually relatively safe, at least there was no need to lift the shield.

But speaking of peace of mind... Mu Zhiyang looked around and said, "There are people popping up all around. Isn't the road difficult to control?"

"There are many small roads in their village, and many people pass through other people's houses. There is no way to completely control it." The officer's deputy answered the question in a low voice.

Mu Zhiyang frowned: "Go directly from the back door of someone else's house, through the living room, and then out the front door? The door of their house is not closed?"

When he asked, he looked at the village director.

Village director Maki Zhiyang spread his hands and said: "The first floor over there is for the main room. It's for ancestor worship and other matters, and the small family can't withdraw. The seventh floor is where people live, so it's locked.

"Does this family lock the door?" The officer immediately reacted.

Mu Zhiyang said "hmm" and added: "The room downstairs may be locked."

"You just go back and knock on the door." The officer was not worried about the young man. From my point of view, it is not acceptable to act against safety.

The police officer at the head of the queue opened the small door cautiously.

The courtyard may be harmful, but the pikemen are dispatched, so be careful and don't cause trouble for yourself.

"There is someone in the courtyard." The police officer who retreated came to the same conclusion as the cold imager and the manned aircraft.

The officer waved his hand again, and a group of people entered.

Get ready to go down to the seventh floor...knock on the door. "The officer will only worry if he has to see him.

Several heavily armed spearmen took up positions behind the scenes.

Jiang Yuan fell outside the yard at this time, holding the ceramic insert with one hand and holding the holster with the other. He approached the Toyota Prado parked in the yard, then squatted down to look at the tires.

On the way here, I haven't picked up any traces of my vehicle - the rain was a little troublesome, but the cliff road in front of me preserved some necessary physical evidence.

Jiang Yuanmo's LV3 vehicle trace identification and processing of rut traces are considered the most basic applications.

Village director Jiang Meishan knocked on the door "dong dong dong".

Several sniper rifles were aimed at them from a distance.

The officer just leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for a reaction from outside.

Internally and externally, I don’t expect the other person to be cowardly at all. In those days, as a soldier, eight years of training would be in vain if you could fight once.

Crunch.

The door on the seventh floor opened, and just as the resident was about to speak, he was pushed back with a shield.

"police!"

"How many people are outside the home?"

"No gun?"

Several questions were asked, vague and urgent.

Jiang Yuan hurriedly came to the spearman officer and said: "The ruts are a talisman. At most, they are following your car."

"Are you sure?" The officer had no idea. He must bear the responsibility for reaching that conclusion at that time.

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Sure, the tires of the car following you are smoother, and the left rear wheel is slightly worn."

"Understood." The officer nodded. Before he could deal with it, he heard that the resident was arguing with the police.

Very slowly, a soldier ran over and reported: "The suspect took his driving license and vehicle booklet, and started making trouble."

The village director also came over, sneered twice, and said: "Well... you guys are actually too particular about vehicles, like little green books..."

The detectives present knew what was going on as soon as they heard it. Wang Chuanxing frowned and said, "Stolen car?"

"A Xiela costs 700,000 to 700,000 yuan. If you have a green copy, 100,000 yuan will be paid. You can use it yourself or sell it. Use it and forget about it." The village director explained with a smile: "The road over there is , they have all driven down here. The road outside is more difficult. You can only drive off-road vehicles, and SUVs are useless. In fact, Toyota

You all have to buy it, especially a pickup truck. "

"They are breaking the law!" Meng Chengbiao was mature and solemn. He said one sentence first, and then said: "Well... let's focus on the main contradiction first. The green one is related to our case."

Meng Chengbiao's idea was very complicated. Those stolen cars were outside. It was only two police officers from the police station who could catch us. It was not worth the effort of a group of elite teams there.

Jiang Yuan quickly understood Meng Chengbiao's thoughts. They were purely rational thinking and could be understood with emotional intelligence.

Jiang Meihao said firmly: "If the suspect is over there, go to the next one."

The policeman downstairs gave a few warnings and left two more people to take notes and other matters. The team then dispersed and quickly rushed to the eighth home - the seventh homestay had also been completed by another team. examine.

The eighth company also has a similar process.

A group of people went straight to the seventh floor, and Jiang Yuanzi went to see the car.

But that time, Jiang Yuan's research time obviously took longer.

Just when the officer was about to ask, Jiang Mei turned around and said loudly: "It's the same car."

The officer's eyes clearly showed something serious, and his desire to fight was completely suppressed.

"I understand." The officer pressed Jiang Yuan's hand under the holster and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

As he spoke, the officer drew his pistol on the spot, went down to the seventh floor, and knocked on the door himself.

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