"When will the results be available soonest?"

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at his phone with some anxiety.

It's been more than half a day, and there is no news from Shi Chong and others, and it is estimated that Zhu Bingquan's arrest will be hanging.

"Not soon, at least five days. The J solution sample has been left for a long time, and most of the cells have been decomposed, so it is impossible to apply conventional cytology. ”

Xiao Zhu in the laboratory shook his head.

Five days is not long, but it is not short.

However, based on Zhu Bingquan's current cooling-off period, even if the results of the laboratory come out in due course after five days, it is estimated that new victims have already appeared.

Zhu Jiangjiang slowly walked back to the office, his mind feeling a little chaotic.

It seems that the lack of sleep last night still affected her work, she faintly thought of something, but she never grasped the context of the case.

"Come and see this."

Dr. Ye waved at Zhu Jiang Jiang in the office.

The evidence bag contained a hairpin, an item found by the Blue Mountains City police during their search for the Manjushri Temple.

When he found it, the hairpin happened to fall under Chen Fang's offering table.

The lab tested the hairpin for the presence of DNA from Wang Fang and another unknown woman. I don't know much about your girls' views on fashion, but I always feel that this hairpin is not the same style as Wang Fang's dress, what do you think? ”

Dr. Ye pushed his glasses and turned his inquisitive gaze to Zhu Jiangjiang.

This is a butterfly hairpin wrapped in a rose-red ribbon, about two or three centimeters long, with a bear in the center of the hairpin.

In a word, to sum up the appearance of this hairpin, it is both childish and earthy.

"It's really not like Wang Fang's thing."

Every time Zhu Bingquan throws the body, he never leaves any clothes and accessories for the victim, so where did this hairpin come from?

Could it be that there was a third person at the scene?

Until more evidence is found, this can only be a guess.

"Peter Pan is here, what are you looking for me? Want to eat fried chicken together? ”

Lan Bo grinned and walked in from the door carrying fried chicken and milk tea.

Zhu Jiang Jiang opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when suddenly a flash of inspiration!

Maybe they should think about it from another angle, although they don't know what kind of illness Zhu Bingquan has, but they at least know that Zhu Bingquan is very sick.

"Is there a way to retrieve the medical records of all Zhu Bingquan's relatives and friends? I want to see it. ”

Back in the data room, Lan Bo's fingertips flew quickly on the keyboard, and in a few moments he pulled up a long list of records.

"Minor problems such as colds and flu and diarrhea are deleted, and accidents such as sprains and fractures are also eliminated." Zhu Jiangjiang said.

The starting time is Zhu Bingquan's release from prison.

As the search narrowed, more than 30 pages of medical records instantly became two pages.

"Come on, see for yourself."

There were also more than 20 entries on the two pages of medical records, and Lan Bo directly stepped aside and left the computer to Zhu Jiangjiang for reference, and he took the opportunity to eat fried chicken "with a sigh".

Zhu Jiang Jiang glanced at ten lines, and quickly found what he was looking for.

Zhu Bingqian, Zhu Bingquan's cousin, the two have been inseparable since childhood, and were sentenced to two years for assisting Zhu Bingquan in committing crimes ten years ago.

With the same square head and pointed ears, except for the dark skin, Zhu Bingqian's photo looks very similar to Zhu Bingquan's appearance.

Importantly, half a year ago, Zhu Bingqian was diagnosed with early prostate cancer.

"Records show that after a month of trying, Zhu Bingqian chose to give up the treatment completely, but he still regularly goes to the hospital to buy painkillers."

Zhu Jiangjiang calculated according to Zhu Bingqian's recent dosage, and found that about two days after Mo Ming, it was the time when Zhu Bingqian went to the hospital to buy medicine again.

The pain in the late stage of cancer is unbearable, and in order to ensure the efficiency of his next "work", "Zhu Bingqian" will definitely go to the hospital on time to get medicine.

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at Zhu Bingqian's recent consumption records and had a definite idea in his heart.

"How can you be sure that Zhu Bingquan can be caught that day, isn't it Zhu Bingqian who went to the hospital to get medicine?"

Lan Bo took the fried chicken in his mouth, searched for Zhu Bingqian's registered address and the Lanshan City People's Hospital he was used to patronizing, and sent the location to Shi Chong.

"Let's see if they can find Zhu Bingqian first, captain." Zhu Jiangjiang gently hooked the corners of his lips.

Zhu Bingqian's account only has a record of receipts, not consumption.

The records of the receipts are all for transportation charges paid by the slaughterhouse or frozen meat merchant, and the only expenditure is the withdrawal of cash.

It is not so much Zhu Bingqian's consumption record as his cousin's consumption record.

……

It was eight o'clock, and there were many pedestrians on Luyang Road, all crowded on the safety island waiting to cross the road.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The green light is on.

Zhu Jiangjiang yawned, rubbed his eyes, and was about to lift his feet. Suddenly, she noticed that someone next to her had tripped and fell straight to the center of the road!

didn't have time to think, Zhu Jiangjiang quickly blocked and hugged him, and narrowly fished people back.

"Oops!"

The old man rolled to the side with the strength of being fished back, and Zhu Jiangjiang was almost dragged to the ground because of his lack of strength.

"Oops! My leg hurts, I'm afraid it's going to break. ”

The old man had gray hair and a rickety figure, and he lay on the ground with his legs in his arms and cried out in pain.

Zhu Jiangjiang finally stood firm, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but think of his grandmother, and he was anxious, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bent down to check.

"Which leg hurt? Would you like to take you to the hospital? Zhu Jiangjiang asked.

"Left leg, left leg hurts so much. Oops! ”

As Zhu Jiangjiang's hand slid on his leg, the old man couldn't help but tremble and said.

"Is this the right leg?"

Zhu Jiangjiang was stunned, guessing that the old man might not be able to distinguish between left and right, she reached out and wanted to touch the old man's left leg.

Unexpectedly, it would be extremely painful, and the old man rolled around holding his legs, refusing to let her touch it again.

"Oops! It hurts me to death, you little girl, don't you believe that I really fell, and you have to press people's wounds. I'm dying, and my legs are broken! ”

The old man kept crying out in pain, and there were already many people on the side of the road, and they were all attracted unconsciously and formed a circle around them.

"No, grandma, I'm just ......"

Just want to see what's wrong, is it a sprain, dislocation, or fracture?

Do I need to call an ambulance, or do I need to get there before going to the hospital?

"Alas, this little girl is really indifferent, she knocked down the old man and wants to get rid of responsibility."

"Isn't it, aren't there a lot of porcelain touchers now? Maybe the old man fell on his own. ”

"How is it possible, I just saw her accidentally crossing the street and knocked this old woman to the ground, and I was standing behind her."

The gossip of the crowd made Zhu Jiang Jiang speechless, looking at the old man who was rolling on the ground in pain and unwilling to cooperate, she stood up and planned to call an ambulance directly, but found that her trouser legs were tightly pulled by the old man at some point-

Zhu Jiang Jiang understood in an instant!

"Oops! My hand! ”

The old man rolled and covered his hand in his arms, and those who didn't see it clearly thought that Zhu Jiangjiang stepped on the old man's hand when he stood up, and couldn't help but accuse.

"Don't want to run, you want to run away after hitting someone?"

A tall and thin young man stood in front of Zhu Jiang Jiang with righteous indignation.

"I just wanted to call an ambulance."

Although he was a little impatient, it was obviously a condom in front of him, and Zhu Jiangjiang had to explain in a gentle tone.

"I'm not going to the hospital, I'm going home! Oops! It hurts me to death! I don't go to the hospital, I'm sick all over my age, and I can't get out of the hospital when I get in. ”

The old man lay on the ground and moaned, his voice weak, but the volume was just right for everyone to hear.