Chapter 1231

"Check each other's equipment, tighten everything, confirm the weapons again... Let's go!"

Jiang Yuan was dressed neatly, was checked by several people, and then ran out of the car.

The initial suspected victim, Li Ningxia, is still missing. In this situation, Jiang Yuan is more willing to arrive at the scene for the first time. If necessary, whether it is scene investigation, on-site interrogation, or making any coordination decisions, it will be faster and more accurate.

Mu Zhiyang is wearing heavy bulletproof armor, with ceramic plates inserted in the chest and back, a basin collar on his neck, and extra shoulder guards. He is also holding a transparent small round shield and a pistol, looking like he can block a burst of fire at any time.

Wen Ming is holding a 09-type shotgun, only wearing a bulletproof vest, and a pistol hanging in the holster at his waist, also guarding Jiang Yuan's side, looking at the surroundings with sharp eyes.

Cui Qishan and a group of criminal police from the Beijing Bureau only have a few people wearing bulletproof armor, and the rest wear at most stab-proof clothing, and less than half carry guns.

Cui Qishan commanded on the spot: "Tang Luxing Trading Co., Ltd. That's the one, 6th floor. Take a look at the suspect's mobile phone and photos... Group 1 elevator, Group 2 fire escape, Group 3 standby downstairs, blockade the main entrance. Team Leader Jiang?"

He was politely asking.

Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Let's go." Cui Qishan entered the elevator first.

The people behind were all in a state of silence, either entering the elevator or climbing the stairs.

Catching such major criminals, the police will also be very nervous. It's not that they are worried about not being able to beat them, mainly they are worried about the suspect escaping, and secondly, they are worried that the suspect will die.

Some major criminals know that they have problems, so they like to reserve strange escape routes at home and in the company. Some routes are obviously unsafe, but the major criminals think they are Jackie Chan. Some lazy people don't even try a few more times. When the police attack, they NG in a tension. It is inevitable that they cannot be Jackie Chan, but for the police participating in the action, it is very troublesome.

Of course, the most stupid thing is to confront the large police force with guns. In the process of confrontation, if one is not careful, the police may have to write a review. Such dangerous actions make the participating police very nervous.

The rising elevator opened silently, and the criminal police who came out of the fire escape also stood in the office area of "Tang Luxing Trading Co., Ltd." without a sound.

This is a very small trading company, with about 20 or 30 workstations, and three transparent small rooms separated. Currently, there are only a dozen company employees present. The total space is about 200 square meters. A dozen police officers squeezed in, and all places with windows were full.

"What's the matter?" The employees all saw the problem, but some stood up nervously to ask, some quickly deleted browser history, and some calmly took out their bags and began to stuff the dolls on their desks one by one.

"We are from the Criminal Police Detachment of the Zheng Guang Bureau." Xiao Si showed his ID and said: "Sit still, keep your hands away from the keyboard and mouse..."

This is not an economic case, and everyone doesn't care much about the electronic evidence at the scene.

The focus of everyone's attention is still the company boss Zhang Zhanjun.

Sitting alone in the office, he is only wearing a T-shirt on his upper body, with obvious traces of exercise, but the traces of time on his face are very clear, like an old-generation man in his 40s, with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Jiang Yuan followed Cui Qishan inside, and several police officers squeezed the small office full.

"What's your name?" Cui Qishan waited for the two strong criminal police officers to arrive before putting his gun into the holster and asking.

Zhang Zhanjun was pressed on the boss's chair, and didn't even have a chance to stand up.

He looked at the police on both sides and suddenly laughed: "Interesting, you ran to my office and asked me what my name is?"

Hearing this, he clearly hasn't received the education of the government's iron fist.

Cui Qishan didn't care what his mood was now, forced his face to compare with the photo he was holding, nodded to the back, and continued to ask: "What's your name? Say it quickly!"

With his questioning, the police next to him had already started to put handcuffs on him.

After this series of actions, anyone who wasn't prepared would have panicked long ago.

Zhang Zhanjun also panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down again and said: "Can I make a phone call?"

"Say your name first." For criminal police, this step is very important, just like when getting an injection in a hospital, the nurse will repeatedly ask the patient "what is your name," and when taking Didi, the driver will ask for the "last digits of the mobile phone number."

Because there are too many cases of getting it wrong—the vast majority are not wrong, but you don't need many, just one such accident a year, and the whole team will be sculpted into a statue, so everyone must take measures as much as possible to avoid all this.

Even Cui Qishan, holding the suspect's photo, is actually not very similar to Zhang Zhanjun's image today. He also has to determine it based on features like eyebrows and eyes, and is worried that his adrenaline will rise and he will get it wrong for a while.

"Zhang Zhanjun." Zhang Zhanjun, whose hands were both handcuffed, finally answered, and then asked: "Why did you arrest me?"

No one answered his question at all.

The police just kept asking: "Where is the mobile phone? How many mobile phones in total! Tell the truth!"

"Is there a safe? Where is the key?"

"Mobile phone password!"

Zhang Zhanjun then began non-violent non-cooperation, burying his head and watching the police busy, without saying a word.

Jiang Yuan was released by Mu Zhiyang at this time and said: "Get up and walk two steps."

Zhang Zhanjun didn't understand, but he had no choice, so he walked a few steps with handcuffs.

Cui Qishan looked at Jiang Yuan expectantly: "How is it?"

Jiang Yuan pondered for a long time and said: "I can't tell."

Cui Qishan's expression became a bit serious: "Should we take off the handcuffs?"

"Um... no rush." Jiang Yuan said: "Take the footprints first. Take the shoes first and then take off the shoes."

As soon as Jiang Yuan's voice fell, several criminal police officers swarmed up, first leading Zhang Zhanjun to wander around the big room outside, and then took off his shoes, regardless of the dirt and smell, and pressed his fingerprints.

Zhang Zhanjun's feet are wide and high, which is a typical feature of northern Chinese people, but because of wearing hard-soled leather shoes for a long time, Zhang Zhanjun's foot shape has a certain thumb valgus.

Jiang Yuan kept it in mind, and grabbed Zhang Zhanjun's hand, flipping it over and over to look.

When the killer stabbed the male victim, the amplitude of his movements, etc., were limited by the killer's hands and arms to a certain extent, but there is very little academic accumulation in this regard, and it is unlikely to complete a one-to-one comparison, but some information can still be seen.

Especially since Jiang Yuan reproduced the murder weapon, his whole reproduction process gave him a very clear impression of the killer's operation that day. It can be said that if he wants to compare now, Jiang Yuan's memory of the killer's movements that day might be clearer and more detailed than the killer's.

"Take him back." Jiang Yuan didn't find any exclusion items, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Cui Qishan followed his words and immediately asked people to take Zhang Zhanjun away.

After he couldn't see the person, he whispered to Jiang Yuan: "Is it the same person?"

"It's not enough to meet the standard of the same person. How was his home searched?" Jiang Yuan asked back.

"Didn't find anyone, but found several electrician's knives, but they are all a bit different from the 3D printed murder weapon you made. Take a look..." Cui Qishan brought his mobile phone over.

Jiang Yuan took a fancy to an old-fashioned electrician's knife at a glance and said: "This one fits. The appearance of the 3D printed one is just one possibility, and it didn't exhaust all appearances. The blade length and the curvature of the blade tip both fit!"

"Didn't the murder weapon get disposed of?" Xiao Si was slightly suspicious.

"The psychology of such serial killers is very twisted." Liu Jinghui pondered at this time: "If the murder weapon hasn't been disposed of, the missing woman might still be there."

(End of chapter)