Chapter 1267

50-year-old production manager Li Wanzhong had an independent two-bedroom apartment in the rubber plantation. Divorced, with two children who didn't recognize him, his daily hobby was reading, which very much fit the serial killer profile of the Western template.

Niza and the others rushed to Li Wanzhong's house, their expressions unclear.

Liu Jinghui looked at them one by one, with quite an inquisitive meaning.

From the perspective of a criminal police officer looking at criminal police, Li Wanzhong's suicide certainly cannot be considered a perfect ending, but the serial murder case was solved, and the overall strategy was achieved. Therefore, most of the criminal police were relatively happy, except for Niza and the others who were under pressure to meet targets, who couldn't be called happy.

From this, it seems that Niza is under no small amount of pressure at the Malaysian police station.

Liu Jinghui silently made such a judgment, then pulled the translator to Niza's side and said to the translator: "Tell him that effort always has a reward."

The translator did as told.

"Hmm, naturally it's because our progress in solving the case was about to touch him that he committed suicide." Niza thought he understood Liu Jinghui's meaning and nodded in agreement.

Regardless of how the killer was caught, whether alive or dead, just say whether you caught them or not.

Liu Jinghui said: "The killer is not him."

The translator had followed the whole process. This time, he didn't have time to translate and was surprised first: "Not him?"

"Not him. Translate." Liu Jinghui glanced at him.

It's better to have your own translators; these third-party contract workers are always bad at being mouthpieces, as if they grew a mouth of their own.

Niza heard the translation and also tightened his brow: "Was he silenced?"

"Or used as a scapegoat." After Liu Jinghui finished speaking, he warned the police officer in front: "Don't move the corpse; leave the scene for Jiang Yuan to investigate. It's a current case now."

Niza hurriedly followed the order, still frowning, obviously not having grasped Liu Jinghui's mood.

Several people went out of the room together and stood at the door. Just then, a wind blew by, bringing the unique stench of the rubber plantation.

Liu Jinghui took a deep breath and looked around.

The buildings in the living area are mostly wooden structures. Some of the thick wood might have come from decades or even a hundred years ago, looking quite rugged and beautiful, just like this serial murder case.

The living area is near the edge of the plantation. After a large area of low buildings, there is a dirt road leading to the main road.

The He family rubber plantation is located in the capital circle. The advantage is that you can reach the city without going far; the disadvantage is that land prices are relatively high, and the area of the rubber plantation is generally small.

Correspondingly, the personnel are also more complex than in remote areas.

Niza handed Liu Jinghui and the translator a cigarette. The three of them took two puffs in the Southeast Asian hot wind. Niza asked: "Is the killer among the remaining three, or is it someone else?"

"There is more than one killer." Liu Jinghui smoked carefully, his eyes hazy: "Because Li Wanzhong is in a state of suicide, whether it was forced suicide or made to look like suicide after murder, it requires two or more people. Forcing it alone is too dangerous and not easy to arrange."

Niza heard the translation and nodded with the same feeling: "Li Wanzhong's body is strong, and he has no family. It is indeed difficult for one person to do this."

If there is only one killer, wanting the victim to submit or even commit suicide, pure deterrence is definitely not enough. It must be two people or more for this possibility to exist. Of course, it is more likely that they were strangled first and then disguised as suicide.

"The plantation employees have all been restricted in their movements, right?" Liu Jinghui confirmed again.

Niza nodded: "But the living area was originally free to walk around in; after all, there are 23 people. I just ordered them all to return to their respective rooms."

"Let the police count the number of people." Liu Jinghui reminded.

"Okay." Niza made a phone call.

At this time, Jiang Yuan walked out of the room and then walked outside.

"So fast?" Niza and the others hurriedly followed, like family members of a patient seeing the surgeon come out.

"The victim was strangled, strangled first, then faked as hanging. The time of death is about 30 minutes to 1 hour." Jiang Yuan didn't need to explain to the police at the scene how to distinguish it. He finished speaking quickly and continued in Indonesian: "After the killer killed the person, they should have fled directly. You send a few people to follow me; let's see if we can follow the footprints."

"Footprints outdoors?" Niza was a bit stunned.

"I see many places are dirt roads, let's walk and see." Jiang Yuan was not in a hurry to perform an autopsy; presumably, the corpse wasn't in a hurry either.

While speaking, Jiang Yuan went down the wooden stairs, looked around first, and then decisively continued to walk forward in the direction of the stairs.

After walking for about twenty or thirty meters, Jiang Yuan discovered three obvious incomplete footprints on the ground.

The footprints were only one-fourth to one-third the size of normal ones. This is also because when a normal person walks, the points of force are only so much. If compared purely with Western-style footprints, such incomplete tracks cannot be used, and seeing them at a glance is even more impossible.

However, domestic footprint identification has the inheritance of the master Ma Yulin, and having grown up on the grasslands, he paid attention to footprints from a young age to find sheep and horses. His footprint identification also started with gait tracking, and what he focused on was often not the situation of a single footprint, but the relationship between two or more footprints.

Tracking in a rubber plantation, although different from tracking on the grassland, the principle is similar.

Jiang Yuan gave the footprint identification a temporary +1 skill. With LV4 footprint identification, he tracked all the way down, basically without any stumbling.

As for domestic experts after Ma Yulin, when it comes to gait tracking, it is impossible to have a full-level one anymore.

Especially in big cities, the more perfect the infrastructure, the more the ground is hardened, and the less room there is for gait tracking to play a role. Everyone's attention and energy naturally turn to footprint identification.

Even for Jiang Yuan, this is the first time he has truly chased after a suspect.

Jiang Yuan signaled to the people next to him to take photos, then shook his shoulders, and with a big wave of his hand, he was off in pursuit.

Mu Zhiyang put a bulletproof vest on Jiang Yuan while chasing, and Wen Ming and the others followed behind, also putting their bulletproof vests on the outside.

In this way, the gradually expanding pursuit force became fully equipped, looking a bit like they were fully armed.

Seeing this, Niza and the others were extremely nervous, not knowing what situation they would encounter next.

The footprints were sometimes there and sometimes not.

Jiang Yuan was always able to find the right direction.

At the beginning, Niza thought Jiang Yuan was following the direction of the toes, but later found it wasn't.

He also judged whether it was based on the overall direction of the footprints, but later found it wasn't...

Before Niza could figure it out, Jiang Yuan and the others were already standing in front of a jungle.

Compared to the jungle where the corpses were dumped, the jungle here was just a secondary forest. It should have been logged before, but the local living conditions were too good, so the forest grew dense in a very short time.

"He went into the woods." Jiang Yuan said, and began to check the map on the pad Wang Chuanxing brought.

Niza frowned and whispered in Zhong Renlong's ear: "If the God of Jiang wants to go into the woods, the difficulty is too great. You'd better persuade him."

"Okay." Zhong Renlong agreed immediately. They locals know too well what the difficulty of the jungle here is.

At this time, Jiang Yuan also looked up and said: "The killer is about 1.7 meters tall, weighs 120 jin, and has about 20 jin of equipment. From the route, it seems unnecessary for him to go into the woods here. If he went to the main road, it would be easier to cut the wire fence; just bring a pair of pliers."

"If we hadn't chased him here, this forest would have recovered as before in at most two days, which is more concealed than a wire fence." Zhong Renlong said.

"Just to get to the road, does he still have to park on the side of the road and wait for several hours?" Jiang Yuan said, looking at the footprints on the ground again, then looking at the map on the PAD, pointing with his hand: "Where is this farm?"

(End of chapter)