National Forensic Doctor

Zhangshan Town.

This is a traditional town in Qinghe City, with only two streets forming a cross. This was the case 40 years ago, and it is the same today.

It is even said that Zhangshan Town today is more depressed than it was 20 years ago.

Half of the shops on the street are closed. The shops that are open are still the same as they were twenty or thirty years ago.

Jiang Yuan and others walked to the door of a small supermarket and checked inside. The curtain gave people the impression that it was from 20 years ago.

It feels like time has frozen this place and made it old, but no one collects it and cannot sell it.

"Boss, does your home have a backyard?" Mu Zhiyang asked seriously with no expression on his face.

It’s time to laugh, but there are plenty of places to laugh later.

The supermarket owner in the small town was not that easy to talk to. He looked at the police officers walking around the street and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"If you really want to ask, let's make a record of the inquiry." Makhiyo took out the record book and took it out.

"If you have a backyard, go and take a look." The shop owner quickly waved his hand.

"Is there three-phase electricity?" Mu Zhiyang went in and followed the wires again.

What they are looking for is not actually the murderer, but the place where the murderer dismembered his body.

It is said that a monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple. The place where the body was dismembered must be closely related to the murderer. Especially in this kind of case where the body is dismembered very carefully, the murderer will only do this in a place where he thinks he is safe and has strong self-control.

Because this is something that takes time and energy.

Halfway through, if someone sees it, the explanation will be unclear. You can't be like the suspect in a certain case who said, "I divided the person, but I didn't kill him... I woke up in the morning and found that my husband was dead. Maybe I took too many sleeping pills last night..."

Therefore, dismemberment basically takes place in a single-family setting.

If it is a shared house, even if it has a private bathroom, it will not be used to dismember the body, at least not in fine pieces. If there are experts here, they can argue that the higher the housing price-to-income ratio, the higher the per capita quality, and the lower the proportion of dismemberment.

Jiang Yuan followed into the backyard of the supermarket and saw no equipment or place suitable for dismemberment.

Mu Zhiyang still asked a few questions: "Do you have a chainsaw here... where is the ax... take a look..."

After reading one movie, I watched another movie. The progress was very slow and quite boring.

Jiang Yuan followed silently.

In essence, Jiang Yuan is very disgusted with similar investigations.

This is like the exhaustive method in mathematics, and it has no sense of beauty at all.

Just look at them one by one and count them one by one.

In the whole thing, the biggest crisis is that the scope is wrong, and the biggest mistake is omissions!

The most difficult part is that it is almost impossible for you to successfully make a perfect inspection.

Now, the decision seems to be left to fate. As we all know, the most unreliable thing.

Adjacent to the small supermarket is a fly restaurant, and next to it is a shop selling fly poison and rat poison. Then there were several empty shops.

The weather was good enough to dry up the reservoir, and the policemen who were investigating quickly became very hot.

Another criminal police officer who was accompanying me couldn't help but muttered: "There are so many shops, but none of them has air conditioning. How can there be customers without air conditioning? Who can sit and eat in this weather."

"I can't bear to part with it," said the auxiliary policeman from the first team of the town police station: "People here may not be able to earn back the air-conditioning fee by selling a bowl of noodles."

"Hey, no matter how miserable it is, it's better than us... I'm going to get some water." The weather was so hot that it was a waste of time to talk. Fortunately, the city bureau provided a large amount of mineral water and set up water points directly on both sides of the road.

Jiang Yuan, Mu Zhiyang and the auxiliary police officers from the town police station continued walking and said, "Age is a good starting point. The murderer in this case must first have the ability to kill people and move corpses. Several victims were of different sizes and weights. Small."

"Isn't that an incision?"

"You can't dismember the body on the spot." Jiang Yuan said as he came to the agricultural machinery cooperative in front.

The door was locked and a phone number was posted on the door.

The auxiliary police directly knocked on the door and shouted: "Lao Wang! Lao Wang!"

After shouting several times, I heard a reply from inside: "Here we go, sleeping..."

When the door is opened, you can smell the smell of engine oil and pesticides.

There were several machines in the store, and they looked like they had been tidied up, so they looked quite old.

"What are you doing today?" The shop owner is almost forty years old. At fifty years old, he is considered young among the ordinary residents of Zhangshan Town.

His body must be quite strong. He wears work clothes with multiple pockets and can take out a screwdriver with his bare hands, which is more powerful than an ordinary fruit knife.

"What are you doing?" the auxiliary police officer asked.

The shop owner said: "Getting ready to leave the car. Pack it up."

The auxiliary police officer turned back to Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang and said, "This family rents agricultural machinery. They have cars, water pumps, threshing machines and the like..."

Mu Zhiyang was a little more vigilant, put his hand on the holster, and said: "We are from the Qinghe City Bureau... What is your name?"

As he asked, he looked at the other person with the eyes of a policeman.

Among the several stores I visited today, this one best matched the suspect’s characteristics.

"Wang Guoshan. This is my shop." The shop owner smiled. His skin, which had been exposed to the sun, was full of the hardships of life.

"How many people are there in the store?"

"Only me."

"You are the only one in such a big store?"

"I rent farm machinery. If someone wants to use it, I will drive over and do work for them. I can't afford to hire people now."

Seeing that the shop owner answered fluently and was not too nervous, Mu Zhiyang relaxed a little and said, "The labor costs are really high now... Let's go to the backyard and have a look, can we?"

Wang Guoshan said: "It's a mess behind..."

"You all have to look over here." The auxiliary policeman advised: "Leave after reading this."

The shops on this street all look similar, with shops in the front and yards and residences in the back.

Wang Guoshan didn't hesitate for too long and led the three people into the backyard.

The backyard is paved with cement. There are three bungalows on the front and a color steel room on the right, with a large tractor parked inside.

The yard is relatively clean, not as messy as the shop owner said, and not as messy as the previous ones.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but ask: "You don't usually live here, right? Where is your home?"

"Stay at my wife's place."

"where is that?"

"You don't know, it's a small place." Wang Guoshan smiled.

The auxiliary police officer was impressed by him and said, "Lao Wang is Jianjiang's son-in-law. There are quite a lot of rules there."

Mu Zhiyang was excited, turned around, put his hand on the holster again, and asked, "Where is Jianjiang from?"

Wang Guoshan glanced at Mu Zhiyang's gun and said, "Li Chang Town in Jianjiang."

The auxiliary police here came from the police station. Without knowing the specific circumstances of the case, Mu Zhiyang almost drew his gun.

At this time, the auxiliary police followed the previous order and said, "Do you have a cutting machine here?"

"The cutter doesn't."

"Where's the chain saw?"

"Chainsaws... There are chain saws, but sometimes they are used to chop mountains. Let me show you." Wang Guoshan said and turned around and walked towards the carport.

Mu Zhiyang was stunned, quickly reacted, and shouted: "Stop!"

Wang Guoshan didn't listen. Instead, he accelerated into the carport and climbed onto the tractor.

Mu Zhiyang fiercely pulled out his gun, pointed at Wang Guoshan and shouted: "Stop, or you'll be fired, stop!"

The car on Kingdom Mountain started up and went very fast.

Mu Zhiyang hesitated again and again, and it wasn't until Wang Guoshan's tractor started that he fired a shot into the sky.

Snapped.

The crisp sound attracted the attention of many police officers.

Woo...

Wang Guoshan drove his tractor straight towards Mu Zhiyang.

Mu Zhiyang spread his legs slightly, holding a gun in both hands, pointing at Wang Guoshan.

"Don't beat people to death." Jiang Yuan reminded quickly.

Mu Zhiyang actually knew that in this case, killing Wang Guoshan with one shot would only do bad things.

So he fired another shot into the sky, pointing the gun at the tractor's cockpit, trying to force the opponent to stop.

Wang Guoshan didn't even look, he pushed the accelerator to the bottom and rushed forward.

At this moment, Mu Zhiyang was like an infantryman using his flesh and blood to resist an armored vehicle.

Jiang Yuan pulled him back.

Wang Guoshan, on the other hand, turned the front of the truck fiercely, causing the wheels of the tractor to sweep over Mu Zhiyang's calf.

Then, the tractor smashed open the iron gate of the backyard and ran out of the town.

Mu Zhiyang shouted "Ah" belatedly.

The detective, who had just gone to fetch water and lost at least one third-class meritorious officer, calculated the time to catch up, and then looked at the mess on the ground, feeling a little confused.

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