Fan Keqin immediately took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, saying "Tweezers!"
As a result, the group searched around and found no tweezers. But it's not surprising. They are in the operations department, and under the leadership of Zhu Kui, their work was not so delicate. They basically didn't bring anything else except firearms before going out.
Therefore, Fan Keqin could only put the iron bucket aside and let one person watch it. Then he told Yan Shiyi, "Call the Legal Affairs Department and ask them to send two appraisers with cameras, magnifying glasses and other tools."
"Understood!" After Yan Shi said this, he turned around, grabbed the phone number in this office, and called back directly.
While he was on the phone, Fan Keqin searched around the room, and on the wall behind the desk, a painting came into his sight.
This is "The Passion of Saint Anthony", a work by Michelangelo when he was 12 or 13 years old. Of course, this is obviously a fake, because there is a Chinese name on the top of the painting, as well as some basic introduction to the painting. However, the painting is neither high nor low, and does not match the style of the entire office. So what does it mean to have this painting hanging there?
Fan Keqin pointed and said, "Move that painting."
Two agents wore white gloves and carefully took off the painting. Sure enough, a safe was revealed in the back. Fan Keqin then walked over, observed it carefully, and gently pulled it without opening it. So he turned around and said, "Find the sales company of this safe. Ask them to send technicians to come and open the lock." While speaking, he also pointed to a paint sign under the safe, the Divine Shield.
After all the instructions were given, Fan Keqin turned around and went out, and followed Yu Dehai to the manager's office again. This room is obviously smaller than the boss's office we just looked at. Because the room is small, there are fewer furnishings inside.
Fan Keqin asked, "What did you find?"
Yu Dehai walked inside, took another iron bucket and said, "It's full of paper dust. Take a look."
Fan Keqin took it and flipped it carefully with a pen for a while. Unfortunately, this time, nothing slipped through the net. But in an ashtray on the table, he found a cigarette butt. He pinched it gently with his hand, took it out and looked at it, then smelled it under his nose, slowly turned the cigarette butt, and found two small marks on it, which were obviously tooth marks.
Some people smoke and are willing to put the cigarette butt on their lips and bite it inadvertently. The marks on it may have been left by smokers unintentionally.
While he was thinking about how to use this trace, an agent ran in and said, "Section Chief, this man said he knows where their boss and manager live."
When Fan Keqin heard this, he looked at the man next to him and saw that he was wearing a large suit and looked about forty years old. Perhaps because he had never seen such a formation before, his expression was a little nervous and he was sweating on his forehead. He was wiping it with a handkerchief in his hand. Seeing Fan Keqin turn to look at him, the man grinned hurriedly, bent down and nodded, saying, "Sir."
"Well." Fan Keqin asked, "What do you call it?"
The man said, "I have a labor question. I am the business director of this trading house, Su Deling."
"Hello, Director Su." Fan Keqin said, "Do you know your boss's home and the manager's home?"
"I know, I know." Su Deling said, "Our boss's name is Hu Yunlong. The manager's name is Yuan Lixin. I have been to their home for dinner, so I know where I live."
"Very good. Then please ask Director Su to take our people there." After Fan Keqin finished speaking, he turned to Yu Dehai and said, "Old Yu, take your brothers and search these two places thoroughly. A personal home.”
"Understood." Yu Dehai replied, turned to look at Su Deling and said, "Let's go, Mr. Su." He patted Su Deling's arm and walked out.
"Hey, okay, please." Su Deling said, taking Yu Dehai out of the room first.
Fan Keqin turned around and said, "Continue searching!" The agents continued to work.
About twenty-five minutes later, two appraisers from the Legal Affairs Department rushed over. Fan Keqin took the cigarette butt and handed it to them. He said, "There are two marks on it. I suspect they are tooth marks. Come back, you guys." Please help me check the dental records in the city. If a person with good conditions has something wrong with his teeth, he probably won't hesitate to see a doctor. So there may be some medical records left."
One of the identification agents opened a small paper bag, put the cigarette butts inside, then opened a box he was carrying and put it in a corner. This is an evidence box made of hardwood. I am afraid that the soft bag may be bumped while walking, causing damage to the evidence. It's just that the evidence box made of wood is afraid of fire.
In the West, especially Americans, they basically use metal. Made of something like aluminum, it's very high-end. There are also grooves and fillings inside. The National Government cannot afford it. What about making it yourself, or opening a separate factory or workshop to make this stuff? In fact, in Shangfeng's eyes, it is better to use these workers as weapons. Even if you pour some gunpowder into the iron shell, you can make more land mines.
Fan Keqin can also understand, and the wooden box is enough. The chance of being suddenly burned down halfway is still very small. So, he said, "Have you brought all the tools I asked you to bring?"
The appraiser said, "Bring it." He patted the other box.
Fan Keqin said, "Very good, follow me first." With that, he returned to the boss's office with the two appraisers. "Give me the tweezers."
An appraiser placed the box on the desk, opened it, took out the tweezers and handed it to Fan Keqin. After taking it, the latter carefully picked up the piece of paper that was not completely burned and said, "Magnifying glass."
The appraiser reached out and handed over a magnifying glass. Fan Keqin held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. This piece of paper has been subjected to high temperatures. Although it has not been turned into ashes, it is still very fragile. Therefore, Fan Keqin worked hard to control the strength of his hand, moved very gently, and looked back and forth several times very slowly.
With the help of a magnifying glass, he finally saw a few darker marks on the already dark paper.
It's some handwriting. Fan Keqin worked hard to identify and finally determined what they were. The words "Lease Hefu Street One" were written on them.
It’s just that it’s not clear what these words mean. After all, it's just a small piece of paper, maybe a certain place on two lines of text in a document. It's very difficult to connect them all.
Fan Keqin turned around and said, "This thing is too brittle. Is there any way to take it back?"
"Yes." An appraiser looked at it carefully, turned around, took out a glass round blood collection dish from the box, opened the top cover, and said, "Chief Fan, I won't do it. Please be careful and put it here." in."
Hearing this, Fan Keqin gently and slowly placed the fragile piece inside. The appraiser carefully closed the lid and said, "You don't need to move it when you get back. They are all transparent. If you want to see, just hold this and look at it." After saying that, he turned around and gently placed the blood collection container on the In the evidence box. Then he opened up some of the cotton stuffing inside, and then carefully piled it next to the blood collection dish, saying, "That's no problem."
Fan Keqin nodded and said, "You guys can help search for evidence here. After all, you two are professionals, and then see if you can collect fingerprints."
Just as he said this, the phone rang, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on it. Fan Keqin waved his hand, walked up to it, and waited for it to ring seven or eight times before he picked it up. He put it to his ear and listened, then said, "Hello."
I heard Yu Dehai's voice coming over, saying, "Section Chief, I have arrived at the trading house owner's house and the manager's house. I have also left a few brothers behind and are searching. Do you want to come and take a look? Just exist……"
After hearing him tell the address, Fan Keqin first gestured to everyone, asking them to continue searching, and then said, "Well, okay, you search first, I will be there in a moment."
After hanging up the phone, Fan Keqin sat here until it was almost over, and then said to Yan Shi, "Old Yan, take your brothers to see the finishing touches, and finally notify the police station to seal this place."
Yan Shi nodded and said, "Yes, Section Chief. What should we do with those people who have not been able to contact their guarantors for a while?"
Fan Keqin asked, "Are there many people like this?"
Yan Shiyi said, "Nine people. The rest have been contacted, paid bail, and have been released. However, I have registered them."
Fan Keqin said, "Then take them all back and lock them up first. They will not be released until the guarantor comes. But you must also pay attention to those who have not been contacted for the time being, but there must be some. Record them separately. If they arrive, In the end, we still couldn’t contact you, so we will conduct an in-depth investigation immediately!”
Yan Shiyi said, "I understand."
Fan Keqin turned to look at the two appraisers from the Legal Affairs Department and said, "Brothers, follow me to other places to help search for certificates." After saying that, he led the two people downstairs, got into his car, and came Arrive at No. 106, Silver Lock Street.
This is the address that Yu Dehai just called. It is also the home of Hu Yunlong, the boss of Huangyu Trading Company. It is a small second floor in a single-family house.
It was already dark at this time, but the lights inside were on. Two operational agents were leaning against the door, staring at the situation on the street.
Fan Keqin and the two appraisers got out of the car and walked in at the same time. I saw several people rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for suspicious items. On a sofa in the living room, Yu Dehai was smoking with his legs crossed.
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