You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 161: An innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

Chengbei Branch.

In the office of the Third Squadron.

That is, the office area between the tea room and the men's restroom.

The phone rang.

Maozi quickly picked up the receiver: "Hello, this is the Third Squadron of the Chengbei Branch."

The person on the other end of the phone was completely bewildered: "Third Squadron? When did your unit get a Third Squadron? Isn't this Jiang Jianbing's office phone number?"

Cat said discontentedly, "We've requisitioned the phone. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

Is Yang Jinwen here?

"Our captain? I'm the vice-captain, my surname is..."

"Give him the phone."

"You can come to me, just tell me what you need."

The person on the other end of the phone sounded impatient: "Fine, fine, you're the deputy team leader..."

The cat's lips curled up slightly, and it hummed an "Mmm".

“We are from Qiaotoulu Police Station in Jiaxing District. We were assigned to find a missing person. We have someone here who meets your requirements. When do you have time? I will arrange a meeting with the family.”

Cat was startled. Yesterday, he and Yang Jinwen had spent the whole day searching for the identities of the three deceased.

Even if the municipal bureau issues a notice for assistance to all its branches and county bureaus, they still have to make the trip in person to see if the conditions are met.

But one day isn't enough to finish all the work. Taking advantage of some free time in the morning, Yang Jinwen went to the forensic room, as he would have to go out to investigate later.

This phone call means that the identity of one of the deceased is about to be revealed.

Cat immediately replied, "We'll be right there. By the way, which body's characteristics did you find?"

But the call ended, followed by a beeping sound.

Cat stood up, grabbed her notebook and pen, put on her coat, and headed straight for the forensic room.

At this moment, Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling are sitting on a bench.

Zhang Lei, the forensic assistant, sat across the table, his head buried behind a pile of instruments; he didn't want to see the two people.

He ate the steamed bun in his hand while flipping through the anatomical case studies.

Wen Ling took out a bunch of autopsy photos and said, "You know the height of these three corpses. After the autopsies, no organ lesions were found."

In other words, since they have never had a serious illness, their attempt to find someone through hospitals is now blocked.

Regarding the age, the first victim was around 38 years old.

The fourth victim was 42 years old, and the fifth victim was the youngest, around 25 years old.

Yang Jinwen pondered for a moment and said, "This situation cannot be detected by examination. I think we need to look at the bones."

Wen Ling frowned: "Bones?"

"It's a skeleton. You peel off the flesh, cut it off at the joints, then boil it in a big pot until the flesh is completely cooked off, leaving only the bones. Then you piece the skeleton back together and examine the skeletal structure..."

Just then, a sound of retching came from across the table.

Zhang Lei quickly looked up and waved his hand, "Don't worry about me, you guys continue."

Wen Ling laughed and said, "Zhang Lei has a stomach problem, he doesn't really feel nauseous."

Yang Jinwen nodded: "The current situation is that the skin's identifying features have been burned away, so we can't tell anything about them. We also can't determine their identity through their internal organs; we can only look at their bones."

Wen Ling shook her head: "I studied pathology, not forensic anthropology. How can I do this for you? Even after the bones are removed, we still can't find the person."

Yang Jinwen sighed: "If that's the case, we can only preserve their DNA. When the technology matures in the future, we should be able to match their identities and return their remains to their families."

Wen Ling blinked: "If we can't find out, won't it affect your work?"

"Will not."

"By the way, how's the interrogation of those three criminals going?"

"Gou Hao has confessed, and his confession at the video arcade is the exact opposite of what he said before. He is the mastermind."

Of the seven bodies, four were murdered by him, and the third body was Yan Dahong.

The fifth body was this 25-year-old young man.

In addition, there are bodies number six and seven, Du Licheng and Yu Lan.

Body number four was killed by Kou Yong, while bodies number one and two were killed by Zhao Xiong.

"Zhao Xiong admitted it?"

"I admit it. The hammer was dug out of his vegetable garden, and his fingerprints almost completely covered Zhao Xiong's and Gou Hao's fingerprints."

In addition, the hammer contained the blood, brain matter, and hair of the seven victims, all of which need to be compared with DNA.

The entire technical team has gone to the provincial forensic center to prepare for DNA extraction. Director Ma also wants to take some people there to learn more.

Wen Ling's expression darkened: "This hammer is like a game of musical chairs; whoever gets it will kill. It killed seven people and is the only physical evidence. It's truly terrifying."

By the way, I heard from the criminal investigation team that when Gou Hao was young, he set a fire in Wuyang Town that killed two children. Has he admitted to that?

Yang Jinwen shook his head: "He didn't admit it. He said he didn't do it, and there's no evidence to show that he did it. This case can't be attributed to him."

"What a scoundrel! This kind of person deserves to be shot ten times over."

Yang Jinwen asked, "Is it possible to remove the bone?"

"I need to submit a report."

Yang Jinwen smiled broadly when he saw that she had agreed.

Zhang Lei at the opposite table vomited twice more.

At this moment, Maozi pushed open the door: "Captain Yang, the Qiaotou Police Station in Jiaxing District called and said that they have a case reported that matches the identity of the body in an arson and murder case."

"Walk."

Yang Jinwen stood up, and Wen Ling quickly took a small bag out of the drawer and threw it to him. "It's cold outside, wear this."

Yang Jinwen took it and asked, "What is this?"

"Leather gloves, made of fine wool, imported goods, only available in Australia."

"Thank you," Yang Jinwen smiled.

As soon as he left, Zhang Lei across the table gagged a few more times.

Wen Ling took a book on forensic anthropology from the drawer and slammed it on the table.

"Zhang Lei, what do you mean? We're here to talk work, why are you vomiting?"

Zhang Lei rolled his eyes: "I have a bad stomach."

"Get lost."

"No, Sister Wen, you clearly understand forensic anthropology, so why do you say you don't?"

Wen Ling chuckled: "Doesn't Yang Jinwen know that I'm knowledgeable? I've been studying the remains of the missing female nursing school students for almost half a year."

You need to learn to say no, understand? Don't agree immediately.

"Okay, I won't interfere in your business. I'm going to get myself a glass of water."

Zhang Lei picked up his teacup, slipped out the door, and went downstairs to stroll around the yard for a while.

As soon as he stepped down the stairs, he saw He Jinbo leading Wen Mo toward the forensic room.

Zhang Lei quickly stepped aside, bowing his head slightly. When encountering a high-ranking leader, there was no need for formalities; showing courtesy was sufficient.

He noticed Wen Mo rubbing his hands together and grimacing, saying, "It's getting colder and colder, it should snow soon, right?"

He Jinbo nodded: "The road was slippery when I drove to work this morning. Captain Wen, it's so cold, why didn't you wear gloves?"

“I have a pair of leather gloves at home, which a relative brought back for me from abroad. I haven’t used them for a single day, but I can’t find them anywhere this morning.”

What material is it made of?

"Wool."

"Oh." He Jinbo stepped into the corridor and said with a smile, "Chief Wen, you and the forensic doctor chat for a while. I have something to take care of and will be right back."

"Okay." Wen Mo picked up her handbag and went upstairs.

He Jinbo turned around and saw Zhang Lei standing on the steps like a telephone pole. He waved and said, "Xiao Zhang, come here."

Zhang Lei swallowed hard: "What's up, Captain He?"

"Are you free right now?"

"Uh, I think so."

He Jinbo took out his wallet, thought for a moment, and then handed him a hundred yuan.

"Go to the department store now and buy me a good pair of men's gloves. Remember, they have to be leather, preferably goat hair."

Zhang Lei clicked his tongue: "No, those gloves from Captain Wen can't be bought domestically. They're imported; they're only available in Australia."

"How do you know so clearly?"

Zhang Lei looked worried, took the money, and said, "Alright, I'll go make the trip."

A moment later, Zhang Lei pedaled his bicycle, bearing a burden of distress he shouldn't have to bear.

He even said he wouldn't get involved in Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling's affairs, but where can he go to reason with that?
Because the temperature had dropped several degrees, to only four or five degrees above zero, his hands, which were gripping the bicycle, turned red from the cold.

I need to buy myself a pair of leather gloves, high-end ones, they have to be wool!
Qiaotou Police Station.

As soon as Yang Jinwen and Maozi entered the government affairs hall, they saw a group of people sitting on chairs.

When the uniformed police officers saw them, they immediately led them to the family members.

"Let me introduce you. This is a colleague from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of our Chengbei Branch. He will explain the situation to you."

A middle-aged woman stood up, followed by a large family, all with worried faces. Among them was a child carrying a schoolbag, staring blankly at Yang Jinwen.

Yang Jinwen invited, "Sit down, let's talk."

Who in your family has gone missing?

The woman replied, "My husband."

"What's his name?"

"Zhao Changjun."

Please tell us your age and height. If you know your blood type, it would be best to tell us as well.

“My husband is 38 years old and works at the power supply station. He is a little over 1.7 meters tall. Before he went missing, he was wearing a black wool coat. He had donated blood before and his blood type is A.”

Yang Jinwen didn't even need to look at the contents of the notebook; this should be the number one corpse.

How did he disappear?

The woman wiped away her tears: "He disappeared after getting off work on the evening of the 9th. His colleagues at work said that he didn't ride a bicycle, but walked out alone."

After that, he never went home. For the past ten days or so, we haven't been able to find him. We've tried calling his pager, but he doesn't answer.

"Have his colleagues asked him? Did he say where he was going?"

The woman shook her head: "He didn't say."

Yang Jinwen pursed his lips: "There's his hair on the pillow at home, a used toothbrush, or..."

Yang Jinwen looked at the boy with the schoolbag on his back: "Is this your child?"

The woman nodded: "Yes."

"Let's get a blood test."

The woman stopped sobbing, looked up, and asked, "Have you found my husband?"

Yang Jinwen decided to lie for now: "I haven't found it yet, but don't worry, I should find it eventually."

(End of this chapter)