"Yes." Chen Linfeng smiled and nodded without explaining. He looked at Lu Kuoshan not far away and his smile faded slightly. He looked at their clothes and changed the topic and asked, "Are you planning to go on a mission?"
"Yes." Lin Yanjun did not investigate whether Chen Linfeng's words were true or false. "We happened to pass by and saw a group of people gathering in front of us. I and Captain Lu came down to take a look at the situation."
Chen Linfeng: "No one paid attention at first. I planned to visit my friend's family nearby, so I found a spot to park in this area. I didn't want to smell the slight rancid smell coming from the car."
This area is mainly used for relocation. So they are all very familiar with each other.
Due to its age and remote location, strangers are rarely seen here.
On the other side, Ye Lan looked inside through a gap of about four centimeters, and could vaguely make out that there was a rotting corpse leaning forward.
She took out her phone, took a photo, and opened the trunk.
What came into view was the corpse of a man without a coat or trousers, or shoes on his feet.
Lu Kuoshan took two steps back and leaned over to examine the deceased. "The deceased is a man about forty years old."
The man was wearing only a pair of tight-fitting shorts.
It is stored in a rolled shape in a 30-inch plastic packaging box.
The trunk space is limited, making detailed inspection difficult.
Ye Lan bent down and looked at the corpse, "I need someone to help me carry him to the open space for inspection."
Lu Kuoshan started directly, picked up the plastic box and put it in the open space next to it.
"What's going on, intern?" Lin Yanjun also moved closer.
"Did you find anything?" Chen Linfeng was not wearing a police uniform today and did not dare to lean too far forward. He stood next to Lu Kuoshan and observed.
"The deceased was a male. The time of death was between 12 a.m. and 2 a.m. two days ago."
"There was a deep strangling mark on the neck of the deceased, and there were signs of being tied behind his back on his wrists."
Ye Lan came out today without a spare box. She touched the man's neck with her finger and pointed, "Judging from the corpse spots that just covered his back, he died of mechanical asphyxiation."
"Judging from the traces, it was due to the force of the rope being wrapped around the neck that the deceased died of lack of oxygen."
Lu Kuoshan: "Go around and use your strength?"
Ye Lan nodded and looked away at the comparison of the size of the marks on the front and back of the man's neck. "The direction of the force applied before and after is inconsistent. There are differences in the marks left by the deceased."
"That's not the problem I suspect." Lu Kuoshan also squatted down. "A man in his prime is very strong and must have resisted when he was strangled. Then the perpetrator had a close relationship with the deceased."
Lin Yanjun is very clear about this situation, "Hitting your back to a stranger will definitely arouse a man's vigilance. If it is an acquaintance, it is acceptable. Of course, people are not so vigilant in the presence of acquaintances."
"Old Lin. Go and see what's going on inside the car." Lu Kuoshan ordered.
Seeing Lin Yanjun who was on a mission, he immediately trotted close to the bridge car.
Except for a car, there were almost no suspicious signs at the scene.
Chen Linfeng spoke up at this time, "The surrounding houses are all built in the 1980s and 1990s. They are mainly used for relocation. Many of the buildings have been in disrepair for many years. The relationship between their neighbors is very good. If we go to investigate, we should The identity of the deceased can be found.”
Chen Linfeng's words are not unreasonable.
Lu Kuoshan and others began to divide their troops into two groups and began to visit.
Jinhai Police Station.
In the conference room.
"The surrounding residents insisted that they had never seen this black car before." Lin Yanjun recalled the results of the visit and rubbed his chin in thought.
"Does that mean this car belongs to a foreigner?" Lu Kuoshan asked.
"There is no basis at all." Ye Lan immediately retorted.
Lin Yanjun glanced at Ye Lan and said what he found, "The vehicle's built-in escape hatch opened the door, and no abnormality was found in the car. There were no items that could prove the identity of the deceased."
"Three complete fingerprints were extracted from the steering wheel. We have determined that one of them is from the deceased. The other two are from a man and a woman.
Seeing his vow, Ye Lan folded his arms and said calmly, "Based on the license plate number, I searched the global vehicle administration database and found no information about the vehicle."
At this moment, Lin Xiaoqi from the technical department pushed the door open and came in.
Lin Xiaoqi put the documents on the table, picked up one of them and said, "Team Lu, there is something going on."
"The license plate of license plate 888 is made of reflective paper."
"In other words, the license plate of this expensive car is fake. It may be a fake number that was secretly set up."
"However, based on the vehicle registration number, I successfully found out the owner of the vehicle."
Everyone listened and read the information in their hands.
Qi Qi is a primary school teacher from Yintai Middle School in Jinhai City.
This person's name is Zhao Jinrui, female, 36 years old at the time.
It's fast when it's said, it's slow then.
Lu Kuoshan immediately dismissed the meeting and invited Zhao Jinrui to the police station.
In the interrogation room.
Zhao Jinrui was a little timid.
"You said you are just the owner of the car, not the user?" Ye Lan looked at the woman wearing a blue top and black pants.
"I usually live at the school, and the school provides food and accommodation. I don't need a car. Usually the car is parked in the parking lot at home." Zhao Jinrui looked nervous, but spoke clearly without too many fluctuations in his tone.
"Married?" Ye Lan asked tentatively.
"Yes." Zhao Jinrui nodded, as if remembering something, and suddenly said, "I go home once a week. My husband should be driving my car."
"Your husband doesn't have any objections to your career?" Ye Lan took out two bottles of mineral water from under the table and handed one to Zhao Jinrui. "Teaching is a profession that consumes a lot of energy and physical strength. It should be very hard for you. Come on, drink some water and relax. Calm down, don’t be afraid, for those good people who burn themselves and light the torch, I will treat you as a civilized person, just say what you want, don’t be too restrained.”
Zhao Jinrui took the mineral water, held it in his hands, smiled knowingly, "Thank you."
Ye Lan unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then licked the corners of his lips, "Teacher Zhao, how many years have you taught elementary school?"
"Eight years." Zhao Jinrui replied.
"Do you have any thoughts on changing careers?" Ye Lan asked next.
Zhao Jinrui couldn't help but be stunned, and Pi shook his head helplessly, "No."
"How did you and your husband meet?"
"We were classmates in elementary school. He was hard-working and hard-working, and he was kind to me. After I graduated from technical secondary school, we got together despite the opposition of my family.
Although life after marriage was difficult, he was very capable. He would get up early every day and set up a street vendor in the dark. In his free time, he would also run taxis and drive freight. I saw all his hard work. "
"What happened next?" Ye Lan said, "Such a hard-working husband should have allowed you to live a good life."
"Later, Lao Huo used his savings from many years of business operations to establish a factory with prefabricated houses. He became one of the richest people in Yintai Town nine years ago by running freight all year round."
Zhao Jinrui's expression was very happy, but Ye Lan could hear a hint of bitterness in it.
Lu Kuoshan then asked, "Where were you on the afternoon of October 21st?"
Zhao Jinrui thought for a moment, "At home. It happened to be Sunday. I came back home and had lunch with Lao Huo. I remember he said that he was going to Biling to discuss a big business of a prefabricated house. Lao Huo is What’s wrong, you want to ask so carefully?”
Ye Lan saw her expression, picked a few topics at random and ended the conversation.
Zhao Jinrui didn't know that the Lao Huo she was talking about had been strangled to death.
Jinhai Police Technical Department.
"The comparison result is OK." Lin Xiaoqi took out the steaming data that had just been printed and placed it in front of Lu Kuoshan. "The woman's fingerprint on the steering wheel belongs to Zhao Jinrui himself."
