Detective Training Manual

　　 In a room, a man in his thirties is sitting on an office chair. He is holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he uses one hand to type skillfully on the phone.

　　 should be sending a text message.

　　 It is worth noting that the hand he holds the phone is his left hand. This gesture of quick clicking on the screen with his left thumb makes people look a little bit uncomfortable.

　　 Suddenly, bang bang bang, a series of knocks on the door rang.

　　 "Come in!" The man put down his phone and said.

　　 Immediately, the door was pushed open, and a young man walked in. This man was wearing a suit that didn't fit well with his collar open, and he could vaguely see the tattoo on his collarbone.

　　 "Trouble close the door." The man sitting in the chair spoke very softly, sounding very polite.

　　 The young man who came in was very obedient, and quickly turned and closed the door.

　　 "Come here." The man said again.

　　 The young man also walked obediently.

　　 "Pop!" With a crisp sound, the person sitting on the chair slapped the young man's face with a slap, so that he didn't slap him somersault.

　　 However, the young man staggered and stood up quickly, not daring to say a word.

　　 "How many times have I said that when you came here, you were dressed up like a person. You look at this suit. You can't even cover up the tattoo. What if someone with sharp eyes sees it?" the middle-aged man asked.

　　 "I'm sorry." The young man kept his head down and apologized.

　　 "How much do you want this time?"

　　 "Half...half catty!"

　　 The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds, then took out a small package from the cabinet on the side and threw it to the other party.

"Tell the people above you, if next time I find someone like you to trade with me, I will kill those who come. Anyway, one or two scumbags at the bottom of your society will die. No one will notice." When the middle-aged man said this, his tone was still very stable, it seemed that he subconsciously wanted to maintain his demeanor.

　　 "Ming...understood!" The little **** in the suit swallowed.

　　 "Please close the door when you leave."

　　 "Okay!" The little **** hurriedly carried the package and ran out of the room.

　　 "Hu—" The middle-aged man exhaled deeply.

　　 After a few seconds...

　　 "Hoo——"

　　 He exhales again.

　　 However, the successive deep breaths did not calm his emotions, and finally, he broke out.

　　 He abruptly stood up from his chair, kicked the wastebasket in front of him fiercely, kicked it to the wall, and the waste paper inside scattered all over the floor.

　　 "Damn! Damn! Damn it!" He yelled, and just now the two of them: "Why did the key fall into the hands of the police! Why! Ah ah ah -"

He cursed frantically. After a while, he finally finished venting. Looking at the waste paper on the wall, he uncomfortably took out a pair of rubber gloves from the table, picked up the waste paper and threw it into the paper. In the basket and put it back in place.

　　 After doing this, the man picked up the phone again and wrote his text message.

　　【This key is very important, so no matter what, please help me get it back. I’m bothering you. 】

　　 After he finished typing the last sentence, he sent the text message.

　　 And the text message also contained a photo, which was taken by Masako when the first case was spotted.

　　 After this... the man leaned weakly on the office chair.

　　 "Give me the key...Give me back..." He muttered while looking at the ceiling.

　　Meanwhile, in the video room, Sister Masako and Zhou Yan were still surprised at the fact that the deceased was married.

But when I think about it, a celebrity model even has to sneak a wedding. It seems that these so-called celebrities are not as beautiful as they appear on the surface. They have their pain. Maybe these bright and beautiful people are in countless numbers. Under worship, what I want most is to have an ordinary life.

　　 "Where is the father of the deceased? And the husband of the deceased, has the police contacted?" Sister Yazi asked.

　　 "Already contacted, the 22nd city area needs to take a overnight flight, and the village where the deceased's father is located is not accessible by train, so he needs to get to the town first, so he will have to come here at the earliest in the morning."

　　 "Okay." Sister Yazi sighed: "What about the autopsy, when will the results be obtained?"

　　 "It should be tomorrow too." The police officer replied.

Hey! The clue was cut off.

　　All the people involved in the party will not arrive until tomorrow.

　　 Even if any evidence can be found on the corpse, the report will not be available until tomorrow.

　　 This time, the case seemed to freeze here all of a sudden.

　　 In fact, this is also impossible. After all, this is a case that happened in the city. It is not like a villa on an isolated island. There are just a few people over and over. As long as you use your brain, you can always solve the case.

　　 And this kind of case involving a large scope, a variety of modus operandi, and an intricate network of relationships is often impossible to solve in a short period of time.

　　 For example, ‘the witness has traveled to Africa and it takes two days to fly back. ’

　　‘The suspect has an alibi, but there is no way to be sure whether he will buy a murderer, so the nearby underground forces have to be checked. ’

　　‘Pharaoh may have clues, but he’s doing business. There are tens of millions of big deals, but he won’t come back. You can’t get someone to tie him up to make a transcript, right? If the business is lost, should the police pay for it? ’

　　 Anyway, there are various situations that have caused a homicide case to be delayed for a week, or even half a month, before it can make progress.

　　 And this moment is when the case is stuck.

　　 "It seems that there is no way to go deeper tonight. I can only wait until tomorrow morning to see if there are any new clues." Sister Yazi rubbed her head.

　　 "So... broke up?"

"How is it possible?" Sister Yazi smiled bitterly: "It's just that in this case I should have a quick rest. The phone must be on, and I must be ready to deal with the clues I find suddenly. I feel that I can't sleep well. In fact, I would rather solve the case at once , Even if I don’t sleep for three consecutive days, I don’t want to drag it like this.” New 81 Chinese Network Update the fastest computer terminal: https://www.@x81zw@@

　　 "Then our exam......?"

　　 "It's still going on. When will this case end? When will your exam be completed? If you delay it for a month, then you will take the exam for a month!"

　　 "Ah?!" Zhou Yan looked uncomfortable.

　　 Sister Yazi looked at Zhou Yan's expression: "What's wrong? Feel uncomfortable working with me on the case?"

　　 "No, no, no, I feel very comfortable with Sister Masako!"

　　 "Extremely comfortable?"

　　 "Um, I didn't mean that either." Zhou Yan was squinting at this one, definitely not Yazi's opponent.

　　 "Well, it shouldn't be too long. When the autopsy results come out tomorrow, the relatives of the deceased will also come, and things should be able to make progress.

　　 It just so happened. During this period of time, I learned profiling from me. It will be good for your future detective career... Few detectives today are willing to come into contact with profiling. "Sister Yazi smiled and said: "Send me home." "

　　 "Go home?" Zhou Yan was stunned again: "It's not good to go home like this. If you are too far from the crime scene, you may not be able to catch up."

　　 "It's okay, I live not too far from here, I can get there in ten minutes by taxi." Sister Yazi smiled.

　　 "Uh...that...that's a coincidence."

　　 The examiner has spoken, and Zhou Yan can only agree.

　　 Next, Sister Masako explained some related matters to the people in the forensic team. We took it for a while, and soon the two got in the car back to Masako's house.

　　 Sure enough, it’s really not far away. In less than ten minutes, the taxi stopped in front of an apartment. Although the apartment is small, UU read www.uukanshu. com but it is very delicate and beautiful posture. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

　　 Sister Yazi and Zhou Yan got out of the car.

　　 "Did you know that when 80% of the opposite **** stood downstairs in my house, they were expecting me to say ‘Come and sit down," but I never agreed."

　　 "Um..." Zhou Yan pulled a long voice: "So, what do you mean?"

　　 "I mean... after having been busy for so long, you are also very tired, do you want to come up and sit?"

　　 Zhou Yan was shocked: "Is this part of the exam?"

　　 "It doesn't count." Sister Yazi's smile under the shining of the street lamp made Zhou Yan's heart throb.

　　 "Hoo-scared me to death." Zhou Yan finally exhaled: "Then I won't go up, you walk slowly, and be careful when you go up the stairs."

　　 "Haha~" Sister Yazi smiled and showed off: "You really don't know how to promote, then you find a place to rest by yourself, remember not to go far, keep the phone on.

　　 "Okay~" Zhou Yan said relievedly, without seeing Sister Yazi upstairs, turning around and preparing to find a hotel nearby to rest.

　　 Sister Yazi stared at Zhou Yan's back. She appeared under the street lamp and then into the night. As she got farther and farther, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more charming.

　　 Finally, Zhou Yan disappeared from sight, and Sister Yazi turned around and walked upstairs to the apartment.

　　 At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared in the shadow of the roadside, and quickly followed Masako!