After an autopsy, the forensic doctor found a pinhole at the base of the deceased Yue Wenjing's left ear. This shows that Yue Wenjing must have been injected with some kind of medicine before she died, and it also proves that although Yue Wenjing died of carbon monoxide poisoning, it was definitely not an accident.

After clarifying the nature of the homicide case, it is necessary to look for clues through trace examination. Lu Ke went to the detachment's underground parking lot, where the investigation of the car where the crime occurred was underway.

Lu Ke stood aside, with his hands in his pockets, watching the technical team busy.

After a while, Ling Zizhen got out of the car with a fingerprint brush in his hand. He glanced at the rear left door and pointed to the door handle: "Remove it." ”

The police officer of the technical team nodded, took out a professional demolition tool, removed the outer sheet metal of the left rear door, removed the door handle, and used a fingerprint brush to extract fingerprints.

The police officers of the technical team conducted a careful investigation of the interior of the car and found a large amount of biological information, which from the current point of view, belongs to the owner of the car, that is, the deceased Yue Wenjing in this case.

The sedan was very clean and tidy, and although it was the scene of death, it was definitely not the scene of the first crime. In other words, the deceased, Yue Wenjing, was killed after being injected with some kind of drug elsewhere and carried into a car after being incapacitated.

The doorknob, which is a dead corner on the inside, is extremely easy to leave fingerprints and is very difficult to clean.

Ling Zizhen led the technical team to carefully inspect the doorknob, and the fingerprint brush swept it, and Ling Zizhen immediately showed an excited expression on his face.

It seemed that they must have discovered something, and Lu Ke took a steady step and walked towards them.

Seeing Lu Ke coming, Ling Zizhen handed him the doorknob with a smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Fingerprints have been found." ”

Lu Ke padded his gloves and carefully observed the fingerprints on the doorknob, the outline of the fingerprints on them was very clear, and there were traces of stacking.

"Most of these fingerprints can't be used, because the little security guard who called the police also pulled the car door, and this fingerprint is likely to be left by him."

Ling Zizhen also thought of this, and instead said: "There are traces of stacking fingerprints, and the top covered fingerprint was left by the little security guard, but the outline of the fingerprint below is very likely to be left by the murderer." Judging by the silhouette, the murderer this time was very professional, he was wearing rubber gloves. ”

Lu Ke frowned slightly: "Rubber gloves...... It's a murder ......"

Ling Zizhen nodded and said seriously: "When the deceased was put into the car, he had already lost the ability to resist. So it was absolutely impossible for her to sit so upright, and after the murderer put her in the car, he carefully arranged the scene in the car, and started the car to turn on the air conditioner to fake it as an accident. Looking at the whole process, it shows that this is a well-planned murder case. ”

"Murder of a journalist...... What is the motive for the killing......" Lu Ke habitually twisted his fingers and muttered: "Could it be that her profession has mastered some inside story?" Reprisals? Vendetta? ”

Ling Zizhen said lightly: "It seems that being a journalist is also a high-risk profession." ”

Lu Ke shook his head and corrected: "A journalist with a conscience is a high-risk profession. ”

Ling Zizhen took a deep breath, turned to look at the car, and summarized the results of this investigation to Lu Ke: "At present, no valuable clues have been found from the car, and everything in the car has been arranged.

There is no dust on the co-pilot's mat, indicating that the car has not carried anyone else. In the passenger seat was a lady's handbag, in which some of her personal documents were found, and the mobile phone had been handed over to the Technical Investigation Bureau.

There are only driving licenses, driver's licenses and other things in the storage box, there is no navigation record in the GPS, and no clues are found in the dash cam.

The driver's seat was positioned to match the deceased's body type, and there was no other memory positioning, and the car was always driven by the deceased alone. ”

Although the examination did not reveal any key clues, it also established the nature of the murder.

With a well-planned murder and the deceased's professional identity, it is necessary to investigate the deceased's social relationships if the key clues are to be found.

In the office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jing'an Public Security Bureau, Tang Mengxue sat on a chair and was stunned, she drank several glasses of water in a row, but she still couldn't calm herself down, and her heart was filled with endless shock and grief.

Tang Mengxue is a particularly capable and calm woman, she sat on the chair without saying a word, gritting her teeth to prevent her tears from flowing.

She had just returned from the forensic department, and until now, she still couldn't accept this fact, and her body was still shaking uncontrollably.

Yue Wenjing is not only her colleague and friend, but also the guide and beacon of her career as a journalist.

Yue Wenjing died like this, and it was unknown whether she was still dead, and no one would agree to this result.

Tang Mengxue sat here, waiting for someone.

The sound of footsteps came, Lu Ke walked into the office quickly, and met Tang Mengxue's eyes when he entered the door.

"Captain Lu......"

Tang Mengxue stood up abruptly, halfway through her words, but she wanted to stop talking, not knowing where to start.

Lu Ke looked at Tang Mengxue's gaze, her starry eyes were full of tears, and she felt very uncomfortable for a while: "Reporter Tang, please take a seat, I came to you to understand the situation." ”

Tang Mengxue choked up for a while, and her tears couldn't be stopped anymore.

After graduating from university, Tang Mengxue entered Jing'an Daily for an internship with very good results. Yue Wenjing is a few years older than Tang Mengxue, and with her excellent work ability, especially her upright character and professional ethics, she has become the "pillar" of Jing'an Daily in just a few years.

After Tang Mengxue entered Jing'an Daily, she followed Yue Wenjing for an internship.

As the contact between the two became deeper and deeper, the more they found that the two were like carved out of a mold.

Tang Mengxue already has the title of "Little Wenjing".

Both of them have a conscience and responsibility that goes deep into the bone marrow, respect for people, awe and love for life, and belief in and pursuit of the truth. Strive to truthfully reflect social phenomena and speak out for the interests of the masses.

It is often said that if Yue Wenjing had not relied on the big tree of Jing'an Daily, I am afraid that he would have died of revenge long ago.

Once, Yue Wenjing went deep into the black coal kiln to investigate and collect evidence, and after exposing the scandal of the black coal kiln, she received threatening letters more than once. But Yue Wenjing has never been afraid, and these threatening letters have strengthened her determination to become a journalist with a conscience.

That night, Yue Wenjing sat on the steps of the courtyard of Jing'an Daily, looking at the moon a little distracted.

Tang Mengxue sat beside her and looked at the moon together.

Yue Wenjing was silent for a while, and suddenly asked her, "Are you afraid of danger?" ”

At that time, Tang Mengxue was still a rookie reporter and didn't know much about it.

She blinked and asked, "Is it dangerous to be a journalist?" ”

Yue Wenjing smiled faintly: "It's not dangerous to be a reporter, but it's dangerous to be a reporter with a conscience." ”

Tang Mengxue took a deep breath and replied very firmly: "I'm not afraid of danger. ”

Yue Wenjing's smile became stronger, but it slowly turned into a wry smile: "Being a reporter with a conscience, sometimes you will be beaten, sometimes you will be slandered, and sometimes your life will be in danger. It's not okay to be afraid of a single sentence......"

Tang Mengxue looked at her in a daze: "That...... What am I going to do? ”

Yue Wenjing also looked at her: "If you want to be a reporter with a conscience, you must first save your life and work. ”