By the end of the meeting, it was nine o'clock. Zeng Jinchao broke down the characters again, "a group of people responsible for investigating the relationship network of the deceased Yu Jiaao and summarizing it." Since the people involved are important leaders, it is necessary to be cautious. The second group is responsible for surveillance cameras from the government to the old stadium to look at suspicious vehicles......"

Zeng Jinchao grabbed the edge of the podium with both hands, propped himself up, and reiterated again: "This case is very important, and we must solve it." Do you have faith? ”

"Yes!"

A sonorous reply came from the conference room, indicating their determination to complete the task to the death.

After the meeting ended, Zeng Jinchao walked out of the conference room. The winter night was still so long, he sighed like this, and couldn't help but wrap himself in a black police uniform. After that, he locked himself in the captain's office.

In the office, there are no lights, only a little spark. Zeng Jinchao sat on the wooden couch, bent over, his eyes sharp and attentive. He let out a soft puff of smoke and inhaled hard.

The smoke is filled, and it looks like a dancing elf in the dark office, which is intoxicating. But he was not intoxicated, but fell into nicotine in smoke, so as to numb his troubles.

Tomorrow, and even for the next few dozen days, he will be under pressure as great as a mountain and drowning public opinion as deep as the sea.

The smoke was extinguished, and soon there was a little spark-like fire, and the baton was carried out.

At 8 o'clock in the morning of the 11th, Zeng Jinchao's mobile phone began to ring wildly. He didn't have to think about it, he just took it. Take a deep breath.

"Do you know how serious your case is? We started the meeting in the morning, it lasted for an hour, and it was the mayor himself. The main theme is to work hard to solve this huge case. Yesterday was the scene of your investigation, and you hurry up and write a detailed report to me, right now, now! ”

Surprisingly brief.

Only then did I see whose phone it was. This is the director's phone call to him. Fang Cai's machine-gun-like speed compressed the content of hundreds of words into 1 minute.

Zeng Jinzhao immediately got dressed and started today's work. As he expected, starting from today and dozens of days in the future, it will definitely be a mess.

When he arrived at the bureau, Zeng Jinchao asked the technical department to send him materials. The content of the information is the bullet that remained inside the body.

On the plate, there are two golden bullets wrapped in blood, and as long as you look at them, you will be deeply frightened. According to the information written, the ammunition specification is 9*17mm.

I didn't think about it, the 51 to 92 types commonly used in China, the smallest is 7.62*17mm, and the largest is 9*25mm. There does not seem to be such a bullet. Then it should be foreign. He carefully rummaged through the bookshelf directly opposite, pulled out a copy of the "Encyclopedia of Weapons", and rummaged through the pages. The book introduces the pistols of various countries in detail, and he constantly searches for the ones that meet the specifications of 9*17mm.

However, the vast majority of them are 9*19mm, which makes him a little disappointed.

It wasn't until Sig Sauer produced a product that caught his eye. Among them, the three models of P230, P232 and P239 have ammunition specifications of 9*17mm. It's a product made in Germany.

Or it's made in Germany.

This is relatively rare in China. So how did the killer get it?

This also shows from the side that there may still be gangs selling these pistols in China. This must be dealt with severely.

Next, it was written on the document that the bullet had pierced the lungs and hit three centimeters below the heart.

That is, the murderer fired two shots. Zeng Jin was gesturing on his body, thinking about simulating the situation of the murderer at that time. When the first shot was fired, it was to prevent Yu Jiaao from escaping, or to vent his anger, so the first bullet should be in the lungs. When the second shot was fired, it was to kill him, and it hit him in the heart.

With such a comparison, Zeng Jinzhao seems to be somewhat clear. The murderer aimed the muzzle of the gun at the heart, but unfortunately he did not know how to "aim" and how it should be aim. Generally speaking, to aim at the target, the basic aim is the often said three points and one line, and the front sight gap is flat. Less training makes it impossible to stabilize the line of sight with the gun, and at least one of the three points will constantly deviate from the line of sight and need to be readjusted. This phenomenon makes many people take care of one or the other, either easily fatigued, or slam the trigger at the moment of the three points and one line and completely miss.

It can be inferred that the murderer did not use a gun. Or rather, according to someone else's dictation or instruction manual, he learned to shoot. But how to aim at the target is not much practical practice. In the end, I thought I was aiming at the heart, but it hit three centimeters below.

However, even if he doesn't know how to use a gun, the murderer's determination to kill Yu Jiaao is unshakable. The anger when shooting, the pleasure when shooting, all of which were sublimated like never before when Jia Ao fell to the ground.

But in any case, it must be a headache for the murderer to have such a dangerous weapon.

At this time, Veuve Clicquot knocked on the door and entered.

"I was about to call you in." Zeng Jinchao rubbed his eyes and said.

"I know the captain is hard." Kai Ge took out a bag of Pu'er tea from behind his back and put it on the coffee table with a smile.

Zeng Jinchao opened the package, took out a packet of Pu'er tea, looked at it repeatedly, and finally shrugged his eyebrows, "I'm not very familiar with the detection technique, but I'm familiar with this gift." Take it away, it's a nice thing to honor your parents. ”

Kai Clicquot was a little embarrassed, "I saw that you were too hardworking, so I bought a bag from the supermarket." In our rural area, there is no custom of drinking tea. ”

Zeng Jinchao took the packet, and pushed the rest away, "You take it home and drink it slowly." Seeing your novelty, I'll just drink this packet. ”

"Oh." Triumphant blushed and silently took it back.

"Don't play these boring things in the future." Zeng Jinchao boiled the water, and then asked, "I was about to ask you to write me a material report." I'll hand it over to the Director after that. People are old and don't want to write. ”

"About these two cases, right?" Kai Clicquot asked.

Zeng Jinchao spilled hot water on the teapot and teacup, and raised his head slightly with disdain, "Nonsense." Then he asked, "Then you are looking for me, do you have anything to report?" ”

"Yes, I basically wrote down the people I usually contact with Jiaao, and then I can investigate." Veuve Clicquot handed over the printed paper.

The names of more than 50 people are written in detail, from important leaders to ordinary people. The reason is also written later.

Zeng Jinchao couldn't help but have a big head, and threw it back, "It's a good job, but it's a pity that you can narrow the scope." Can I say that I had a relationship with the guy downstairs who sells fried dough sticks and soy milk, because he made up five cents less than me? ”

Kai Clicquot stuck out his tongue and smiled sheepishly, "Yes." ”

Zeng Jinchao handed over the tea, "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, you can taste it." ”

"But anyway, I've done a lot of work." Kai Clicquot was a little unconvinced.

Zeng Jinchao continued to point out, "When you first turn those 50 people into 5 people, it means that you have really done your job." ”

Kai Clicquot took a sip of tea, feeling that the taste was strange, "a little unpalatable......

"The tea in the supermarket is generally at this level." Zeng Jinchao smiled, "I don't feel it anymore when I'm used to drinking." ”

"Oh, and—" Triumph Clicquot reported another important piece of information in order to save his face, "Of these 50 people, two of them have clearly had a dispute with the deceased. ”

"Huh?" I was very interested.

"The first is Tai Changyin, director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Sports, who had a half-hour quarrel with the deceased on the afternoon of the 10th. When passing by the deputy minister's office, a colleague reacted that he heard the sound of falling things inside, and when he got off work, he saw the two parting unhappily. Kai Clicquot opened the notebook and continued: "The second is Gao Shan Qing, the deputy manager of Yingjing Machinery Manufacturing Company, who appeared at the Narcissus City Hotel with the deceased on the night of the 9th. It should be the person in charge of the enterprise who invited him to dinner, but the waiter of the Shuixian City Hotel said that the dish was not finished, so Vice Minister Yu left in a hurry with a tiger face, leaving Gao Shanqing alone. ”

A smile appeared on Zeng Jinchao's face and nodded, "This is called work." ”

Kai Clicquot scratched his head, quite proud, "That is, I have always been serious and responsible in my work......"

"Again, don't be proud." Zeng Jinchao's face suddenly sank, "Next, you hurry up and write a report and see how you write?" ”

After the triumphant song left, Zeng Jinchao flipped out a photo from the computer, which was the dyingmassage left behind when Yu Jiaao died-a "3" written in reverse. He kept chanting, "Tai Chang Yin, high mountains and clear ...... Tai Chang Yin, high mountains and clear ......"

He then shook his head, suggesting to himself, "Don't jump to conclusions." ”

The turmoil of this case swept through the city of Narcissus in an instant, and many news media continued to report and discuss the homicide. The turmoil is so great that many people are in danger.

And it's so serious that you have to go out together. Many people saw the doorway, and the dead were on the basketball court. A lot of people want to play basketball, and they have to think twice.

During this time, Jiangxi Mudu looked for information about 1996 on the Internet, but the page was surrounded by two homicides. The only information available to the public is the information published by the Archives Office.

The point is that this information, only a summary is written, followed by an ellipsis.

Jiangxi Mu leaned on the pillow helplessly and beat his feet that were already numb. Is it so hard to find out the truth about these things?

It's been four months since I came to Narcissus in July, and I'm still in the stage of searching - not even going deeper. How can we dig up the truth?

While sighing, he saw a prompt popping up on the official website of the Archives Bureau: "If you want to consult more files, please bring your personal ID card." ”

At the mention of his ID card, he felt a faint pain. He could come up with other ways to do this. This ID card is the only one.

At this time, the call came in, and it was Song Qingci. He looked very unhappy, "Are you looking for anything from me?" Before he could finish speaking, there was a big yawn.

"I just want to say, my senior sister is back from a business trip, let's go see each other haha." There was a crisp laugh from the other end.

He interrupted coldly, "Does it have anything to do with me?" ”

The other head was speechless, "My senior sister is a business elite anyway, and she has to schedule up for time." I have to make an appointment a time in advance. She'll be at the bubble tea shop this afternoon. The bubble tea shop is on Jianye Road. ”

Jiang Jiang Mu held the phone while casually searching for the map. "I'm not available...... Wait a minute, you wait a minute......"

He found that in the middle of this Jianye Road was the city government. He quickly switched to the official website of the Archives Bureau and saw the address below, "Municipal Government Archives Bureau......"

"What's wrong?" The other end was puzzled, "What are you waiting for?" ”

"I need your ID. Remember to bring it in the afternoon. Jiangxi Mu explained lightly.

The other end was stunned, and was about to ask why, but there was a busy sound.