Reborn in 1995, Criminal Investigation Records

"You mean this is the primary crime scene?" While the technical team was collecting evidence inside the building, Dai Yan, who was waiting outside the door, got bored and started the conversation.

"It might be, but it's most likely not!" Zhou Yang shook his head.

"Why? You haven't gone in yet!" Dai Yan perked up, looking intently at Zhou Yang.

For those who love learning, Zhou Yang is always happy to answer: "From here, how long would it take at the fastest to get to the manhole at the crime scene?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Yan opened his notebook: "From the crime scene to here, we took three taxis in total, passing the power bureau, the billiards hall, and the card room. The total time was about 20 minutes, which is quite far!"

Actually, it's not that far. In later times, this distance would take less than 10 minutes. But now it's 95, and Sun Weixin lives in a relatively remote area with poor road conditions. Several intersections are impassable, so it will take longer.

"I say that because it only takes about 20 minutes to drive here to the manhole at the crime scene. It's not far, and we can easily carry out a series of operations such as disposing of the body!" Zhou Yang pointed to the ground and a spot outside the door.

"But there isn't a single tire track on the ground!"

Dai Yan squatted down, examined it for a moment, and nodded: "It's been two or three months, it's been covered up, isn't that normal?"

Zhou Yang smiled and shook his head: "Look at this, what is it?"

"Tire tracks, but they're so thin, they must be from a bicycle!" Dai Yan squatted down to examine them carefully. "Right, it rained on and off throughout April, and Sun Weixin's house is detached, so no one would pass by here. That's why tire tracks would be left behind!"

"But what does this have to do with whether it's on-site or not?" Dai Yan looked up, his interest piqued.

"Do you remember that manhole opening?" Zhou Yang didn't mince words: "It was probably less than 70cm long. Apart from the old fractures, there were no other traces on the skeleton. So it could only be placed in before the body hardened. If rigor mortis occurred, then Teacher Wang could detect traces such as fractures after death on it!"

Therefore, we can conclude that when the murderer placed the body into the manhole, the body had not yet developed rigor mortis. It can also be understood that the body appeared in the manhole within an hour of the victim's death!

Now, there are no tire tracks inside or outside the yard, so can we assume he wasn't murdered here?

"What if it's a bicycle, a motorcycle, or the vehicle is far away?" Dai Yan raised a question.

"First, motorcycles and bicycles share a common problem: the inconvenience of transporting a body, and then there's the noise issue. Unless the murderer straps the body to their back, which is still impractical..."

It takes them so long to travel by car. If the murderer were to ride a bicycle, he would need to be on a fixed route, which would consume his internal energy, taking at least an hour. A motorcycle would be faster, but it would still be difficult.

Unless the perpetrator is a regular at doing this and is already very skilled at it, they will not be completely unfazed. If they are, they will inevitably make a mistake—for example, forgetting to lock the door.

The purpose of burying or hiding bodies in almost all cases is the same: to avoid discovery.

Zhou Yang didn't believe that a murderer who didn't even want his body to be discovered would not have had time to lock the door at the crime scene for more than three months.

Looking at Dai Yan, who was still digesting the information, Zhou Yang smiled mysteriously: "There's another, incredibly simple method!"

"What? There's another way!" Dai Yan's eyes lit up. He knew it! You really can learn something by following Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang pointed at the technical team: "Just ask them, won't you find out?"

Dai Yan rolled his eyes. This was pure nonsense. However, what Zhou Yang said earlier touched him deeply. At first, he thought that Zhou Yang's ability to find clues was partly due to luck, but he didn't expect that this guy not only knew criminal investigation knowledge, but also forensic knowledge!

Most importantly, it didn't sound awkward at all; it was completely effortless.

"The house has been searched, but there aren't many valuable clues. The footprints are too messy and have been there for a long time. We need to do more research!" The technical team members came out carrying their equipment and greeted the two of them.

Zhou Yang entered the house with protective gear. Sure enough, it was empty, deserted, and messy.

The house was practically bare, with a bed, a table, a few chairs, a stove, pots and pans, some beer bottles on the floor, and a dilapidated cabinet in the corner.

"This doesn't seem like the rich guy that bald guy said he is!" Dai Yan leaned over and exclaimed.

"If you had money, would you move to a different place, or would you renovate this place?" Zhou Yang, wearing gloves, flipped open the bed and cabinets, trying to see if there were any leftover clues.

"Of course I'll put on a show, after all, it's my own place!" Dai Yan said matter-of-factly.

"He's all alone, with no family. Why not use the money for repairs to eat something nice and have some fun?" Zhou Yang turned his head.

"That's true!" Dai Yan nodded in agreement.

Based on today's investigation and visits, Sun Weixin is not the kind of person who is thrifty and good at managing his household. Such people often do not have great ambitions, let alone any thoughts of bringing glory to their family. They are more likely to live for the moment and enjoy life to the fullest.

Don't you see? On the only table in the house, there aren't even any memorial tablets or photos of his family members.

"Where do we go next?" The two found nothing and walked into the courtyard. Dai Yan asked.

Zhou Yang looked up at the sky: "Let's eat first. We need to be full to have the energy to work!"

After the meal, the two began to investigate and visit people. On the one hand, they were looking for Sun Yan's address, and on the other hand, they were looking for people who had been in contact with Sun Weixin and finding out who he had been in contact with.

Things didn't go smoothly. Many people didn't even know who Sun Weixin was. When Zhou Yang said that he was the man in his forties who collected electricity bills, the people being asked suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean him!"

Later, the two changed their strategy and directly asked the clumsy person who had previously collected the electricity bill, which was obviously more efficient.

"Hey... how do you know he was clumsy, based on the autopsy report?" Dai Yan asked, walking alongside Zhou Yang.

After all, they were all together during today's visit, and he hadn't heard anyone mention anything about Sun Weixin's hands or feet being injured. However, the people being visited all tacitly agreed and did not question Zhou Yang's questioning methods.

"Just a guess!" Zhou Yang said honestly, though Dai Yan didn't quite believe him.

But the reality was exactly what he guessed. He didn't know if Sun Weiyan was nimble or not, but he knew that people were gossipy. Baldy Scar and the people around Sun Weixin knew that Sun Weiyan had problems with his hands and feet.

People are naturally gossipy, and in this day and age, there aren't many other forms of entertainment, so it's not just about chatting.

The current method of collecting electricity bills is for the electrician to bring a ladder, gather the households together, read the meters, calculate the bills, and collect the money.

This is the time for chatting and joking. Once someone knows about Sun Weixin's tricks, the news spreads very quickly.

"You know, that guy used to be a gangster, he got his arms and legs broken..."

"Who is it that looks so miserable?"

"You don't know him? The one who collects the electricity bills!"

"I knew it! He always seemed so shaky climbing ladders. Now that you mention it, it's true..."

And that's how rumors, or gossip, spread.

......

Half an hour later, the two had an unexpected gain from the owner of a cold dish shop.

Sun Yan also has another identity: he is the owner of a second-hand home appliance business.

However, it has been a while since I've seen the two of them.