National Forensic Doctor

"Don't be so anxious yet."

As soon as Tao Lu started listening to Liu Jinghui's speech, he knew what he wanted to say and had already thought about this issue.

He is actually very familiar with policemen like Liu Jinghui, or in other words, all policemen in blue shirts are similar. Regardless of those who have other agendas, those who are willing to pursue careers and cases are almost all aggressive types who do not consider the consequences and pay little attention to politics.

Of course, the current system also encourages this model. As Lao Ma said, the police are violent machines that maintain rule. Machines naturally do not need so much thinking.

But Tao Lu, who is in a white shirt, cannot rely on muscles to fight.

He immediately held down Liu Jinghui and said: "It's not that we can't find the Zhang family, but as we said at the beginning, are we ready to restart the Jianmenyuan case? The prerequisites for restarting the Jianmenyuan case The condition is that the case must be solved. Are we ready to solve the case? "

Tao Lu then said: "We have discussed so much, but we are actually not sure about the detection. In this case, I suggest that it is better not to alarm the Zhang family first."

"Isn't everyone Zhang Xiaoya here?" Liu Jinghui said.

"That's still different." Tao Lu paused for a moment and then explained: "It's one thing for her to understand the progress of the case. In order to solve the case, we took the initiative to ask about the situation of the Zhang family... I'm not afraid that she won't tell, I'm afraid She’s so willing to talk. I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold on to this amount of information.”

These words sent shivers down some people's spines, and made others dig their toes to the ground.

After all, Liu Jinghui was not Tao Lu's subordinate, so he insisted: "The case lacks clues, and the clues are likely to be in the hands of the Zhang family, and it may even be clues that they themselves don't know. In this case, don't contact Zhang Family, we can’t solve the case, and if we can’t solve the case, we can’t contact the Zhang family. Doesn’t this become an endless cycle?”

"Prove that your mother is your mother." Cui Qishan couldn't help but say. He knew it was inappropriate to say this, but he wanted to show off too much, even if it was shit, he wanted to prove that his pile was straighter than others.

Tao Lu glared at Cui Qishan fiercely, and then said: "At the very least, we have to try other methods before looking for the Zhang family."

"The previous task force only had investigation left." Liu Jinghui sighed.

Seeing that he was not pouting hard, Tao Lu couldn't help but smile on his face and said: "One of the main items they wanted to investigate that day was to check Wang Futing's fingerprints. Wang Futing ran away that day, so even if it was... Even if we do an investigation, we may not be able to find out.”

After finishing this sentence, Tao Lu continued: "But our clues now go one step further. Wang Futing himself is here. We also know about the flying claws. If necessary, can we follow these two clues to investigate?"

After so many years, it is meaningless to investigate, unless it is physical evidence such as DNA, fingerprints or gun marks. What Tao Lu meant was that resources could be strengthened.

Seeing that his attitude was clear, Liu Jinghui looked at Jiang Yuan again, changed his tone and said: "The two clues of Wang Futing and Feizhao actually ended up being attributed to the suspect who used Feizhao. I remember Wang Futing It is said that this person is nicknamed Kite, his origin is unknown, and he was introduced by a friend. "

"Which friend?" Tao Lu nodded with satisfaction when he saw that the direction of the investigation was coming.

"Fat Tou Qi died the next year." Without Liu Jinghui answering, Wang Chuanxing looked at the interrogation record and answered.

Tao Lu was stunned. This clue was broken again.

Liu Jinghui waved his hand and said: "It's okay to die. If you die the next year, it means you have lived for one more year and spoken for one more year. Check Fat Tou Qi's situation, his friends and relatives back then, Find the family members and ask them to see if Fat Tou Qi has said anything about how this Feizhao suspect, Yao Zi, knew Fat Tou Qi."

"Kite must have sold stolen goods to Fat Tou Qi." Wang Chuanxing was the one who answered. The interrogation record is very long and contains countless details. Not everyone can remember it.

"What does Fat Tou Qi do?" Liu Jinghui had too many things to see, and some of the details were quickly browsed. Now that Wang Chuanxing had read them, he quickly understood the situation through him.

There are hundreds of boxes of files, and no one has time to read them all before making a decision. The task force did not have so much time to waste on him. Obtaining information quickly and accurately was a required course in this industry.

Wang Chuanxing has not read them all, but he and the members of the backlog class have long had experience in reading by category. Everyone has a few boxes, so the reading can be much more detailed.

While Wang Chuanxing quickly looked through his notes, he replied: "In the 1990s, Fat Tou Qi mainly picked up trains. At the same time, he also collected some things and resold them to real stolen goods sellers."

Today's long-distance freight is easier for truck drivers to bully, and the oil-stealing model has supported many professional thieves. In the 1990s, although large truck drivers were also stolen, they were generally tough and had a relatively high social status, so they were not the first choice targets of thieves.

A long-term professional thief, he mainly works as a pickpocket on buses and crowded places, and then pickpockets trains on train lines.

At that time, many freight trains had no carriages, and it was useless to have carriages. As long as there were no armed police to escort the trains, there were always some tough villagers along the railway line to pick up the carriages. In that era when industrial products were generally more valuable than agricultural products, even bedpans could be sold.

First, they use it for their own use. If they have any left, they sell it to people like Fathead Seven.

In essence, it is similar to the gold group in the game of the 21st century.

It is conceivable that the social relations of people like Fathead Seven must be very complicated.

Liu Jinghui did not hesitate much at this time, and only said: "We have to follow Fathead Seven's identity and check it carefully. Look at his contact history with Yaozi. How many other gangsters were there with Fathead Seven?"

"There are four people in total. Let's find out." Wang Chuanxing took notes.

Tao Lu also breathed a sigh of relief. This finally has a direction.

Cui Qishan said at this time: "Through Fathead Seven, we can find out about Yaozi. If Yaozi is silenced, wouldn't there be no clues at all?"

This time, not only Tao Lu, but also Liu Jinghui glared at Cui Qishan.

Cui Qishan was a little embarrassed and whispered, "I was just thinking that Wang Futing had been away for more than a year and nothing happened when he came back. If there really was a conspiracy, would the boss behind it be waiting for Wang Futing to return? It would be more reasonable to kill Yaozi directly."