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He unfolded a crumpled map and circled seventeen points on it with a red pen, each of which represented a construction site. "Brothers, we didn't find any clues when we checked for missing persons before, but the special wear marks on the soles of the deceased's shoes and the cement debris on his body are a breakthrough. These construction sites are all near the place where the body was dumped. Today we will go through them one by one and we must not miss any clues."

Team member Xiao Zhao raised his hand, his face full of worry: "Captain Zhang, most of these construction sites operate in three shifts. Can we really get useful information if we go there now? Moreover, some construction sites have strict management and may not be willing to cooperate."

Zhang Hui patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder and smiled encouragingly: "Seven thirty is the time for the morning shift handover, and the most people are here. As for the issue of cooperation, we are police officers, and they have no reason to refuse if we need to handle the case. Cheer up and get going!"

The first stop was the "Hongda Garden" construction site. Before entering the gate, the harsh sound of steel bars colliding and the roar of concrete mixers hit us, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and engine oil. Zhang Hui led the team to find the foreman who was directing the construction. The foreman was wearing a yellow safety helmet and a dirty towel around his neck. He looked like a hot-tempered person.

"Comrade police officer, what are you investigating again? A group of people came here just a few days ago." The foreman said unhappily.

Zhang Hui took out his ID and said sincerely: "We want to inquire about a person, about 38 to 40 years old, with severe wear and tear on the forefoot of his right foot. Do you see such a person on the construction site?" Then he asked team member Lao Chen to take out the facial reconstruction of the deceased.

The foreman squinted his eyes, looked closely for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey! He looks a bit like Lao Li! But he resigned and returned to his hometown last month."

Everyone instantly perked up, and Xiao Zhao hurriedly asked, "Can you provide us with his identity information? This is very important to us."

But when they got the ID card information of "Lao Li", they were disappointed again - the age difference was 10 years. Zhang Hui suppressed his disappointment, thanked the foreman, and led the team to the next construction site.

At the construction site of the Century Business Center, the sun has risen to the top of the head, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. There is no air conditioning in the temporary board room, only an old fan that creaks. Zhang Hui and his team members are crowded in front of a simple desk, looking through the attendance sheet, sweat dripping from their foreheads, leaving small watermarks on the form.

"Captain Zhang, there are more than 2023 people joining the company in , and there are five named 'Zhang Wei'. How long will it take to investigate this?" Team member Xiao Liu complained while wiping his sweat.

"Check carefully, don't miss any details." Zhang Hui stared at the computer screen without raising his head. Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and his voice became louder: "This 'Li Qiang', his employment time is close to the time of death of the deceased, retrieve his pre-employment physical examination report!"

When the height and weight data on the medical examination form showed that they were exactly the same as the deceased, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense. But when they turned to the photo page, everyone was disappointed - the photo showed a young man with acne on his face, obviously not the person they were looking for.

At noon, everyone ate boxed lunches in the construction site cafeteria. The food was bland and the rice was a little undercooked, but no one was in the mood to complain. Xiao Zhao poked at the cabbage in his bowl and said dejectedly, "Captain Zhang, could it be that we are going in the wrong direction? Maybe the deceased was not from the construction site at all."

Zhang Hui swallowed the cold rice in his mouth, and his throat felt dry. He pondered for a moment and said firmly: "It can't be wrong. The cement debris on the soles of the deceased's shoes matches the composition of the construction site. This direction is definitely correct. We will go to check the abandoned construction sites in the afternoon. Those places are laxly managed and are prone to hiding secrets." The afternoon sun was like a big fireball, and the abandoned "Science and Technology Innovation Industrial Park" construction site was terrifyingly quiet. The weeds grew taller than people, and rustled when stepped on. Rusty scaffolding was scattered among the broken bricks and tiles, and occasionally a few mice could be seen running by.

"Search separately, and keep an eye out for any leftovers of work badges or work clothes," Zhang Hui shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, the team members quickly dispersed and searched carefully in this desolate area.

Suddenly, a cry came from a distance: "Captain Zhang! Here is a pair of labor protection shoes!" Zhang Hui's heart tightened and he ran over quickly. He saw a pair of worn-out rubber shoes lying in the grass, with the inner side of the forefoot severely worn, which was very similar to the sole characteristics of the deceased's shoes.

He squatted down, put on gloves, carefully picked up the rubber shoes, and examined them carefully: "Send them for inspection immediately, check the attachments on the soles!" The team members waited for the results with great anticipation, but three hours later, the technical department called: "The composition of the soil on the soles is different from the site where the body was dumped. It is soil from the Dongjiao Building Materials Factory."

Hope was dashed again, and the team members' shoulders slumped. The sun was setting, and the afterglow was shining on their tired faces. At the last "Chengxi Elevated Road" project department, the bearded project manager impatiently threw the attendance sheet on the table: "You are the third group of police today! I'll say it one last time, there is no such person!"

Zhang Hui did not give up. He led his team members to guard the entrance of the construction site and asked the workers who had just finished work one by one. A dark-skinned man scratched his head and hesitated for a long time: "It looks a little familiar, but there are so many people coming and going at the construction site every day, I really can't remember where it is."

On the way back to the police station, the police car was dead silent. No one spoke, only the roar of the engine. The street lights came on one by one, stretching everyone's shadow very long. Zhang Hui stared at the street scene passing by outside the window, and kept recalling the investigation process of the day in his mind. Those conversations, those moments of hope and disappointment flashed before his eyes.

Suddenly, he broke the silence: "Tomorrow I will check the surrounding small workshops and repair shops, the kind that require long-term standing work."

"Captain Zhang, we've checked 17 construction sites and there's still no clues. Do you want to continue?" Old Chen finally couldn't help but speak out everyone's thoughts.

Zhang Hui clenched his fists, his eyes became firm again: "Investigate! As long as we don't find conclusive evidence, we can't give up. The murderer must have left a flaw in some link. What we lack now is the patience to piece these pieces together. Remember, every investigation is not in vain, the truth will always surface!"

Late at night in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, the lights in the office were still on. Zhang Hui was still sorting out the day's inspection records, the blue light of the computer screen reflecting his tired but resolute face. The names of the seventeen construction sites were neatly arranged in the document, and each name was followed by a long negative note.

After a period of investigation, Zhang Hui was exhausted, but the work was far from over. If there was no news about the investigation results and the identity of the deceased could not be confirmed, there would be no significant progress in the case. If we don't know who died, how can we talk about who killed the person? (End of this chapter)