Era: Starting from the local police station

Fang Ya asked softly, "What do you want to confirm?"

As Jiang Zhenghua removed the deceased's clothes, he said, "The deceased had scratches on the palms and backs of his hands, and his fingers were covered with calluses, which must have been caused by long-term labor. I'd like to see his shoulders."

"You suspect he's a mover?"

"Being a porter is just one type, but it definitely involves long-term physical labor."

As they spoke, the deceased's shirt was stripped off, revealing a thick layer of dead flesh on his shoulders and some scratches on his back.

Fang Ya said to her assistant, "Bring the camera over and take pictures of these scars."

The assistant quickly moved to the side.

Fang Ya crouched down and carefully examined the scratches on his back: "These weren't caused by a blow; they must be scratches from frantic rubbing. Did the deceased struggle on the ground?"

Jiang Zhenghua didn't speak, but instead reached out his hand and said, "Give me the tweezers you have."

Fang Ya handed over the tweezers in her hand, and Jiang Zhenghua used the tweezers to remove a few weeds from the back of the deceased's head.

Fang Ya asked doubtfully, "Isn't this just ordinary weeds? What's different about it?"

Jiang Zhenghua remained silent, picked up a small brown paper bag from the side, put the weeds inside, peeled off some hair, and then picked out some small clods of soil and grains of sand.

He pointed to the deceased's scalp and said, "Look here, the scalp is torn and covered with weeds, dirt, and sand, which means it wasn't stuck on when the body was thrown away."

Fang Ya craned her neck to look, then glanced at the back, and pondered, "This is from when the deceased was pinned against the wall, his mouth covered by the murderer. He struggled constantly, and that's why he has these abrasions."

Jiang Zhenghua nodded, handed over the tweezers and the bag, and looked at the earthen wall next to him: "Moreover, a wall that meets all these conditions is not this kind of earthen wall."

Fang Ya's eyes lit up: "It's a wall, or a wall covered with acid mud."

"That's right. Many adobe walls have weeds added during the mortar mixing process to enhance their strength. Therefore, the victim's crime scene was probably under the outer wall, which makes it easier for us to locate the primary crime scene."

The two then examined the body again.

During the process, they also measured his height, foot length, and so on with a ruler.

After finishing everything, Jiang Zhenghua glanced at his watch: "It's already past eleven. Is there anything else you need to survey?"

"The rest needs to be dissected and examined in detail; we'll have to go back to the lab to do it."

"Do you think you can make a mold of the murder weapon when you get back?"

Fang Ya looked at the corpse and said, "I'll try my best. It's in his abdomen, which is difficult to treat."

Jiang Zhenghua took off his gloves and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Let's report to Deputy Director Jin together and see if they have any other arrangements."

Fang Ya nodded and followed Jiang Zhenghua to the roadside.

At this moment, Deputy Director Jin and several others stood under a large tree, their shirts soaked with sweat and their foreheads dripping with perspiration. Now, a middle-aged man dressed in cadre attire was also present.

Upon seeing the two approaching, Director Qiao introduced them, saying, "This is Director Tong from the Taotiao Hutong Subdistrict Office's Security Committee. He's brought people here to support us."

Jiang Zhenghua extended his hand and shook hands: "Hello, Director Tong."

Director Tong smiled and said, "Hello, Deputy Director Jiang."

Director Qiao handed over three military water bottles: "You three have worked hard, quickly drink some cool boiled water."

Jiang Zhenghua and the other two didn't stand on ceremony. After saying "thank you," they unscrewed the caps and took a few big gulps.

Deputy Director Jin pulled out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, took out a few and scattered them: "Have a smoke, and tell me, have you found anything?"

Seeing Jiang Zhenghua lighting a cigarette, Fang Ya opened a notebook and read aloud: "The deceased was male, aged 25 to 28, physically healthy, 1.63 meters tall, with thick calluses on his hands and shoulders, and died between 9 and 11 pm last night... Other details will be provided after the autopsy."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Fang."

Deputy Director Jin exhaled thick smoke.

"It's my duty, not hard work."

Deputy Director Jin asked Jiang Zhenghua, "What are your thoughts?"

Jiang Zhenghua threw away his cigarette butt and organized his thoughts, saying, "First, immediately develop the photos and distribute them to all the subdistrict offices to confirm the deceased's identity. Focus on those who are at work, especially manual laborers like porters."

Deputy Director Jin nodded: "I will hand over this matter to the subdistrict office on behalf of the branch office, and at the same time ask the security departments of each factory to assist."

Jiang Zhenghua continued, "We also need to organize people to immediately search the nearby streets, especially the houses with walls plastered with acid mud, to find the first crime scene. Maybe we'll find something there."

Director Yu asked, "Can't it be indoors?"

Jiang Zhenghua explained, "I think it's unlikely. If it were inside a courtyard or indoors, the murderer wouldn't have been in such a hurry to dispose of the body. If it hadn't been handled properly, the blood would have spilled on the ground, thus revealing their whereabouts."

Director Qiao nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. I just had Chen Shan and his men conduct interviews, and none of the nearby residents heard the sound of a car engine. Therefore, the murderer's means of transporting the body was at most a handcart or a bicycle."

Deputy Director Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Based on the evidence we have so far, the murderer came prepared, and he is physically strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold down a person's dying struggle."

Director Yu agreed, "That's right. That rules out robbery and manslaughter. It seems most likely it was to silence them, but we don't know why."

Deputy Director Jin said, "We've used all our connections to find out what's going on in the underworld, to see if anyone has paid someone to hurt someone."

Director Yu and the others nodded in agreement.

Deputy Director Jin tossed away his cigarette butt and asked, "Any other arrangements?"

Jiang Zhenghua shook his head: "That's all I can think of for now."

Deputy Director Jin looked at the others and saw that they all shook their heads: "Then let's call it a day, have lunch at the station, and start the visits this afternoon."

The men immediately helped lift the body onto the truck.

"The autopsy results should be available by tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zhenghua nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Fang."

Fang Ya smiled slightly: "It's not hard work. I think investigating cases is much more interesting than teaching students."

"Shall we go back too?"

After seeing Fang Ya and Deputy Director Jin off, Director Qiao took a walk around the production area.

Director Yu exhaled a puff of smoke: "I'm going back to the station; I still have things to take care of. Chen Junsheng and the others will have lunch at your station. Anyway, Deputy Director Jin promised to provide a batch of supplies."

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Instructor Zhang, who was in charge of logistics, nodded.

The group returned to the institute and immediately went into the large conference room in the backyard.

Director Qiao instructed Liu Baojia, "Go find Cao Hui, take the blackboard out of the warehouse, and hang a sign on the door that says 'No unauthorized personnel allowed.'"

After Liu Baojia left, Director Qiao said, "From now on, everyone will work here to maintain confidentiality."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Zhenghua, why don't you go home and talk to your family?"

"Go on, Zhenghua, get the three motorcycles from the station on board, otherwise your family will think you've gone missing. Also, let everyone rest a bit, and we'll assign specific tasks after dinner."

"Okay, I'll go back for a bit and be right back."

Jiang Zhenghua nodded and took the motorcycle keys from Qin Weijun.

As we walked out of the conference room, we saw Liu Baojia and Cao Hui carrying a huge wooden blackboard over.

"Deputy Director Jiang, your grain and oil certificate and household registration book are on your desk. They have all been processed."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After saying that, Jiang Zhenghua walked towards his office.