Jiang Xu and his party just got out of the car when they returned to the police station, and hurriedly walked to the forensic department, Jiang Xu's steps were very fast, and the people behind him almost couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

The people in the police station were very surprised when they saw the behavior of Jiang Xu and his party, and they looked at the police officers beside them one by one, with a very surprised expression that something had happened again.

Jiang Xu rushed to the hall, and Wu Lei and Qin Mo hurriedly stepped forward.

"You're back, what's wrong with Chen Fuke?" Jiang Xu asked Wu Lei very seriously as he walked.

Wu Lei walked beside Jiang Xu very much, and after a while, he couldn't keep up with his pace and walked behind him.

"Chen Fu has been in the hospital without any abnormality, and when we went, he slept in his room well," Wu Lei quickened his pace and followed behind Jiang Xu.

"Is Jiang Xu windy on the soles of his feet, why are you walking so fast today," Shu Qing looked at Jiang Xu in front of her, and couldn't help but complain to Su Yang, but complaining was complaining, and she still followed him at a faster pace.

"I guess so," Su Yang couldn't help but complain after him, but he still quickened his pace and tried to keep up with Jiang Xu.

After Jiang Xu arranged their work with the personnel of the forensic department, he led the members of the action team from the door of the forensic department and walked straight towards the morgue.

As soon as Jiang Xu arrived next to the corpse of the village chief, he began to conduct a deep examination of it, and after inspection, Jiang Xu found that there was a cyan mark on the deceased's back, as if it was caused by leaning on something very hard before he died.

Before extracting some of the dander tissue from the village chief's nails in the village and handing them over to the personnel of the identification department, Jiang Xu thought that he had not extracted them very carefully before, so he simply cut the nails of the deceased directly, handed over the extracted dander tissue to Shuqing, and asked her to go for a good test.

Jiang Xu then returned to the office and put the autopsy report of the deceased in front of Su Yang and them.

Su Yang walked to the desk and carefully looked at the autopsy report, which showed that the deceased Qian*, aged 47 years old, 160cm tall and weighing 140g, was strangled to death at home between 11 and 12 o'clock in the evening, and the murder weapon used was a very common thick hemp rope, and no murder weapon was found at the scene.

"The murder weapon used is a very common thick hemp rope, and no murder weapon was found at the scene, does this mean that the murderer took the murder weapon away," Su Yang looked at Jiang Xu very seriously after reading the autopsy report.

"So to speak," Jiang Xu sat at the table and took a sip of tea from his teacup.

Su Yang then looked at the autopsy report, and through the autopsy report, two kinds of footprints were found at the scene, and one must be Qian *'s, but Su Yang still checked the size of the two footprints measured by the forensics department, and checked the size of Qian *'s footprints, confirming that it was Qian *'s, and the other must be the murderer's.

"The length of the murderer's footprints is 25.5, according to the size of the shoes we usually wear, this person is wearing size 41 shoes, Qian * is so weight, he can strangle Qian * to death, presumably this person must be quite tall, at least a head taller than Qian * to strangle him to death," Su Yang looked at his shoes and said.

Jiang Xu put down the teacup in his hand, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, wrote and scratched, and it took a while for him to put down the pen in his hand.

"According to the golden ratio of footprints to height of 1:6.902, the height of the murderer is about 175 cm," Jiang Xu looked at the data on the paper, looked at the report again, and checked it again.

Su Yang reacted at this time, it turned out that Jiang Xu was looking for evidence, Su Yang looked at the data on the paper and felt very guilty, some things can't be said just by mouth, especially as a police industry, it should be noted that evidence is the basis for what they should say.

"In this way, it seems that Qian * was indeed killed by him because he was short in height and the murderer was almost a head, but for Qian * who is only 160 tall and weighs 140 pounds, he is definitely a big fat man," picked up the autopsy report on the table and studied it.

Jiang Xu sat still, staring at the corner of the table, not knowing whether he was looking at the floor or the lines of the table where the corner of the table had cracked.

"Does this mean that the person who killed Qian * is either a person who is heavier than him, or a stronger person, after all, Qian * is 47 years old, and when he meets a strong person, he is definitely not someone's opponent," Su Yang stared at the autopsy report and said again.

"Wait, when I collected information from the people in the village before, I paid attention to it, it seems that there are a lot of men in the village who are 175cm, and most of them are strong men," Wu Lei frowned, knocked on his head and recalled the picture of going to the village to collect information before, and kept choosing the men he had seen who happened to be this height.

"Then can we call all these people to the police station and make a record of them to see if they have any alibi evidence," Qin Mo played with his chin and looked at Jiang Xu expectantly, after all, this was the first time he had put forward his opinion on a small part of this case.

Jiang Xu pondered for a while and shook his head.

"I also seem to have noticed that there are no longer a few men in the village of 175, and if they all come to the police station and ask them to make an alibi. Not only will it increase the intensity of our work, but it will also cause their dissatisfaction," Jiang Xu played with his chin very worriedly.

"And they are already very superstitious about those unwritten statements, if so many people are allowed to come to the police station at once, will they make them rebel against the police, and increase the difficulty for us to make other inquiries about them in the future, which is also immeasurable," Wu Lei suddenly remembered that he had asked about the wooden house before, and the villagers were very resistant to him, so he also denied Qin Mo's statement.

"Could it be that someone in the village killed him because he had a grudge against Qian*?" Qin Mo then expressed his opinion.

But obviously this point is very untenable, because Jiang Xu still shook his head.

"This is obviously impossible, because the village has arranged for the police who live in the village to patrol the village every day, and let them report any situation quickly, Qian * is indeed very unpopular with people, but in this special period, even if someone has a grudge against Qian *, he will not dare to do it, and we just went to find his nephew and he was killed, obviously this is intentional, so this point is very unreasonable," Su Yang shook his head and denied Qin Mo's statement.

Qin Mo was then denied twice, looking at the floor with some frustration and not speaking.

Suddenly, Jiang Xu, who had been in a daze before, shook the cigarette ash in his hand and continued to put forward an idea: The murderer's weight should be between 140g and 150g.