Internet, unfavorable rhetoric for the Bureau.

The sun, how can I manage those idle and panicked netizens, what do they want to say, how can I care?

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Jie really didn't want to be in charge of this errand, a typical thankless task. If you do it well, you should do it, and if you don't do it well, you will suffer a loss.

It's just that Shangguan Xuan, as a leader, can he not complete the tasks assigned by himself?

Even if it is to be able to clean the ears and not be called to the office by her, then you have to complete the task 100%!

At that moment, Yang Jie no longer delayed time, called the police on duty to help, and lifted the abdominal muscle board back together, and then sat back on the computer desk and looked through the information on the Internet.

Not to mention, I just posted the news on the wall chart for less than an hour, and there are a lot of replies to the following posts, and even the fans of Weibo/Bo are inexplicably hundreds more.

Faced with this situation, Yang Jie just wanted to say one sentence:

"Who said that there is a ditch on the Internet to be popular? When I post this photo of my broken photo, I can be 'fascinated'! ”

Well, this is just a nonsense sentence, when Yang Jie carefully looked at the messages and posts below, his face, which was originally quite good, changed again.

"They have been dead for more than three days, to be honest, I don't think I can solve the case, and the person who throws the corpse will probably run away long ago."

"I'm not optimistic, it is estimated that this girl died in vain, the ability of our Huaguo police, that is, to catch thieves and sweep the red light district."

"Hair dyeing, studs, obviously plastic surgery face, just this girl's appearance, I guess it's not a good girl, tsk, the cause of death needs to be investigated."

"Skull tattoo, this girl is really avant-garde, if she doesn't die, I want to say: beast, let go of that girl, let me come~~"

A large number of similar spam messages almost fill the entire page, this is not what Yang Jie wants to see, if Shangguan Xuan knows, this group of netizens ridiculed the public security and the deceased like this, maybe they will have to find trouble for themselves.

Fortunately, although most of the netizens' messages are very unreliable, more or less Yang Jie still saw so many enthusiastic posts.

"If the identity of the deceased is unknown, it is recommended that the police post a missing person notice, this girl's image is still good, and someone must know her."

"Looking at the deceased's dress, he should often go to night clubs, Internet cafes and other places, and he can start the investigation from this aspect."

"The girl has been dead for so long, it should be considered a missing person, right? It feels like it's the way to go. ”

Looking at the few suggestions, Yang Jie found that there are still masters among the Chinese people, and these suggestions are quite reliable, maybe the people from the criminal police team and the police station are already doing it.

After reading these posts, Yang Jie also realized that among Chinese netizens, there are actually many elites from all walks of life. As long as they give something of value, these people will quickly squeeze out the brainless army.

Thinking of this, Yang Jie opened the sorted folder and posted a few photos with representative surnames, among which he deliberately introduced a picture:

"This is a piece of shredded paper found from the palm of the deceased, with the number '71358' written on it, according to the judgment of the police of the criminal police team of the sub-bureau, this piece of paper may hide some information."

Yang Jie didn't say much, just such a specious sentence, he believed that this could arouse the curiosity of many people.

Sure enough, after a while, someone left a message behind the new WeChat/blog:

“71358？ The numbers game? I like it, but this is too pediatric, and at 5:8 on July 13~~ is the time of the killing. ”

"Upstairs is brain-dead, and it was said that the time of the deceased's death was at least three days ago, and it was July 13th, called your sister."

"7+1=3+5=8,888, well, I have a hunch, this is a certain house number!"

“71358？ According to my identification, this is the latest winning tail number of the xx welfare lottery, and the deceased was knocked out because he won the lottery. ”

………………

Soon, all the netizens who were paying attention to the WeChat/blog of the Changhong Public Security Bureau were attracted by this sudden five-digit appearance. Whether they were really thinking or pretentious, none of them said anything else, and their attention was all on cracking the five-figure secret.

"Heh~~ It's so good, keep it like this, brother won't disturb you guest appearance in Sherlock Holmes."

The corners of his mouth hooked an arc, Yang Jie was not ashamed of his 'prank' at all, in fact, that piece of paper, from the director of the sub-bureau to the patrol assistant police, no one paid attention to it.

The so-called may be hiding some information, but it is just a small trick used by Yang Jie to fool these netizens, just to achieve his own goals.

It is foreseeable that before the case is closed, the discussion about the five-digit mystery will continue non-stop.

"You're in the office, I'm in a meeting."

Just when Yang Jie nodded with satisfaction for his 'masterpiece', Zhang Xi on the other side spoke, busy for an hour, the PPT slide was finally done, and now he was going to take it to the conference room.

"Okay."

Nodding, Yang Jie knew very well that strictly speaking he had no part in this kind of case. Zhang Xi was able to go, firstly, because she was responsible for the work of a legal officer, and secondly, she had to work on the slide show.

Zhang Xi left with the disc, Yang Jie sat in the office alone, gradually closed his eyes, and began to produce a picture in his mind.

A man killed the girl, then found a cardboard box, wrapped it in a quilt, and then sent it to Yongchang Avenue, and walked downhill with the cardboard box.

Cartons, cartons, that cartons!

yes, that beautiful washing machine carton, how did the corpse get in?

Suddenly realizing a problem that he had ignored, Yang Jie immediately opened the pictures on the desktop, looked through them one by one, and after almost all of them were re-browsed, Yang Jie's eyes gradually flashed with a clear look.

Judging from the photo, when the female corpse was removed from the cardboard box, there were no traces of joint destruction, and everything was natural, as if she was asleep.

This also shows that the corpse was not shoehorned in.

You must know that a corpse will have partial morture from three hours after death, and if the person who threw the corpse did not find a box to put her up immediately after the deceased died, as soon as the zombie appeared, he would definitely have to be forced to put it in.

Hard plugging will inevitably cause creases and even damage to the body structure.

However, what Yang Jie saw from the photo did not have a similar performance.

"The first murder scene must be the place where you can find this kind of washing machine carton nearby!"

"It's not near the mall, it's the living quarter!"

Thinking of this, Yang Jie immediately turned on the computer and began to inquire about the general agent of the United States washing machine in Jiangnan. You should know that the United States is a well-known brand in China, and this information is still easy to find.

Soon, just searching on Du Niang, Yang Jie found the owner of the agent's Mei washing machine, Gan Yi, and his personal contact number below.

With the contact information, Yang Jie naturally pulled the landline phone to his side without further ado, and dialed it according to the number. After a while, a low-pitched male voice came from the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, may I ask if you are the general agent of the washing machine in Jiangnan, Gan Yi, Boss Gan?"

"I'm Ganyi, are you?"

"I am Yang Jie, a police officer of the Changhong Public Security Bureau, and the General Section.........

Beauty, please stay, this is my home, but the bed is half as yours.