Chapter 1289: Phone

Landfill B.

Nizha stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the endless trash, his expression like Genghis Khan looking at the feces under the light green grass. His tone had a calmness born of being well-informed: "Shen Sir, you could actually go check the cars. I heard you are very good at image investigation."

"I'm not that good." Shen Yaowei smiled and said: "I'm at an ordinary level. If I have any expertise, sifting through landfills is really something I'm relatively good at. You go check the cars; I'll stay here and sift."

Nizha felt his heart skip a beat. How could anyone be good at sifting through landfills? Nizha had to cover it up with a cough and then said: "You go. No matter what, it's our Malaysian case. I can't do something like leaving you here to sift through trash while I go home to rest. You go back yourself; it won't affect anything."

Shen Yaowei waved his hand: "Team Leader Jiang's order. If I don't accompany you, when new orders come later, I won't know how to respond. And, to be honest, I have some talent in sifting through trash. With this trick, I've solved several major cases!"

"I believe you," Nizha said hurriedly, then sighed and said: "Hey, we've been sifting through the trash pile together for so long, we can be considered comrades on the same mountain. To be honest, this trash mountain is not for people to sift through. I am Malaysian, and the people working are also my people. I can't go home to rest by myself. You go back yourself; it won't affect anything."

"I won't go back." Shen Yaowei said in a firm tone, then looked at Nizha seriously and said: "Sifting through the landfill is not a bad thing. This is where we can truly obtain evidence. Think about it: when those criminals think they have discarded the evidence, and we dig it out in the landfill, what will their expressions be?"

Nizha looked at Shen Yaowei and said: "Probably about the same as my expression now?"

"Being able to find the evidence you want in a chaotic landfill is absolutely the most important technology in the new era." Shen Yaowei straightened his back and said: "I wish I had a second landfill to experiment with! However, what you said also makes sense. If you leave, the subordinate police officers will indeed be uncomfortable. In that case, let's work hard together."

Nizha didn't know what to say for a moment. When he opened his mouth, he felt bursts of foul wind blowing, all of which were rich, multi-layered stenches, like a five-star stench palace.

"Sift." Shen Yaowei started to encourage Nizha: "Only by holding this kind of mood can we achieve what we want, and only then can we get what we wish for..."

Two idioms in one breath, translated into broken Malay, combined with the smell of garbage rising in the sunlight, fumigated and shattered the eyebrows of Nicha.

"Sift." Nizha was familiar with Shen Yaowei. He usually thought he was a very lively person, but he didn't expect him to be so stubborn at this time.

Nizha also extinguished the idea of persuading Shen Yaowei, and even secretly wanted to help Shen Yaowei.

What a pitiful young man, to what extent must he be humble to treat sifting through the trash mountain as a good job.

By comparison, Nizha had someone above him, his position was stable, and now he had Jiang Yuan's assistant, so he didn't need the credit of sifting through the trash mountain.

But it wasn't just Nizha and Shen Yaowei who paid the effort; there were also over a hundred local police officers.

Following the experience of the previous trash mountain, they first divided the trash mountain into sections, then planned the route, then hired excavators, bulldozers, and vehicles from a third-party company, then dug out the trash in Block A for inspection, sent it to Section Z, and after digging Block A, they dug Block B and filled it into Section Y.

The reason for not filling in order was the fear that subsequent inspections would yield clues, which might require deep digging and re-inspection of the previous blocks.

Along with the solid waste rushing forward, there were Shen Yaowei's ambitions, as well as sticky trash leachate, and air containing PM2.5, PM10, and PM50 particles.

Very interestingly, the trash leachate, which can be called the most complex dirty water, is usually brown or brown, rarely reaching the level of black. When they stickily and slowly gather into a pool, it is like the sauce of roast meat. If trash is mixed in and emerges, it will have the shape of braised pork rice or fried sauce noodles.

Plop!

Shen Yaowei, wearing long boots, stepped into the trash leachate, didn't even look at it, and walked away without hesitation.

After he had experience, he stopped wearing disposable protective clothing and protective boots. No matter how good the disposable protective boots were, they were always uncomfortable to wear, and the price of changing them every day was not cheap. It was better to buy a pair of good boots, and it wouldn't be a loss to scrap them after wearing them for one mission.

This time, one pair of boots walked through two landfills, a huge profit.

"Dig wider, must dig past the line, and dig at least one more shovel." Shen Yaowei said in a normal voice, and then asked the Chinese police officer next to him to hold the walkie-talkie and translate it again.

The excavator did as told, and the police officers below were like coolies, just hanging their heads and working, like Teddy dogs that had been castrated. They moved and worked, but had no goal and no output.

Shen Yaowei sighed and smiled at Nizha next to him: "You can't trust the scope delineated by the landfill too much. They themselves may not necessarily remember the dumping scope of the trash, let alone the people who work. Sometimes they just dump it anywhere, so you can only look at the large area, not the small area."

Nizha gave a "Hmm": "Experienced."

"No way, the job of sifting through trash is too tiring. If you find the wrong place, or miss a large area, it will be troublesome. If you only sift through the landfill once, if you find it, you find it; if you don't, forget it. Like me, who often sifts through landfills, I have to accumulate more experience so that next time I know which methods can be used and which methods cannot be used." Shen Yaowei spoke in detail, obviously intending to pass on his experience to Nizha.

Nizha said helplessly: "Have you ever thought that maybe it's because you are too good at sifting through landfills that you came to the landfill?"

"A person's talent is not determined by oneself." Shen Yaowei also sighed and looked at Nizha: "The pressure of the Cold Case Task Force is very high. If there is a way to get ahead, what's wrong with sifting through trash?"

Nizha didn't know whether to persuade him again. At this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of exclamation from below:

"Found a phone."

"The model matches."

"Looks like it was discarded recently."

"Camera! Hurry over and take photos!"

Nizha and Shen Yaowei's emotions were instantly mobilized.

The two ran to the edge of the trash mountain, stretched their necks and looked down, and saw several police officers forming a circle on the floor below, each of them in a state of caution.

To all the police officers, this was not a phone; this was a magic weapon to escape the sea of suffering!

Nizha took out his phone on the spot and started taking photos, and said to Shen Yaowei: "You take photos."

Shen Yaowei responded with a smile.

Nizha couldn't help but glance at Shen Yaowei, not knowing whether he should congratulate him.

It was the same sifting through trash, but finding evidence and not finding evidence were two endings. Especially the search for such a large-scale transfer of personnel itself could be seen as a tracking of a clue. Being able to gain something was a very good result.

By reason, in the future, if there are similar clues to track, the superior will definitely think of him first.

"This is the phone Shen Yaowei picked up."

"So smelly! Is the sealed bag sealed well? Will the smell run out?"

"This is a phone marinated in the landfill!"

"We can't eat hotpot anymore today. This room is ruined."

In the conference room, a group of people looked at the phone in the sealed bag, their expressions mixed with excitement, confusion, and disgust.

"Have the address book and such inside been dug out?" Jiang Yuan pushed away the teacup in front of him and asked directly for the result.

"They have all been found. In addition, we found more than a dozen chat software programs inside and discovered that he has been chatting with thirty or forty women recently..." The technician who grabbed the data was Malaysian, and he was very spirited when reporting.

Liu Jinghui frowned: "He doesn't have enough women to play with all day, and he still needs to use chat software?"

The Chinese police officers at the scene were translating quickly.

Mu Zhiyang took advantage of this gap and complained: "Could it be that he is using chat software all day, which is why he has women to play with all day?"

"It's not necessarily who is playing with whom." Liu Jinghui curled his lips: "He'll know when he gets older... Forget it, have you found the suspect?"

"We saw 5 women who have recently made appointments with him. We have already found 4 of them, but we haven't been able to contact one named Mia 278. The last conversation between the two was a voice call, and the time was 5 AM on the day of the incident." The Malaysian technician answered in great detail and handed over a stack of materials.

Several people at the scene looked at the materials separately, and for a while, they were all silent.

"Is this Mia 278 a newly registered user? Can't find her at all? Phone? Email?" Liu Jinghui roughly looked at the conversation between the two and had bad associations.

The technician said directly: "Can't find her. The software itself has a certain anonymity, and Mia 278 also specifically did isolation..."

"Did Qikeli go to the appointment alone?"

"Looks like it. At 5 AM, they should have also been drinking that night. Qikeli slept for a few hours at most, and then drove away by himself..."

"Drunk driving... Forget it." Liu Jinghui didn't pull it down anymore and prepared to change his train of thought.

Jiang Yuan said at this time: "Knowing the specific time of departure and the specific location of departure, let's pull out the map and take a look."

"Take the map!" Nizha hurriedly ordered.

I don't know why, but when Jiang Yuan spoke, he inexplicably felt at ease.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1290 =====