Chapter 369: Garage Investigation

The newly renovated garage is bright and clean.

This side is a garage facing the Jiang villagers themselves. Not only is the floor height high, but the area of each parking space is also very large.

The cars that Jiang villagers like or the pits they have stepped on are all displayed in this garage in the form of physical objects.

"Besides Seventh Uncle, who else has entered the garage?"

Jiang Yuan put on his headgear and foot covers, and then asked while putting on gloves and a mask. Although the case is small, if you really want to do it, not a single step can be missed.

Jiangfuzhen thought for a while and said: "Just your Third Uncle and a few people from the village committee, and your Great Uncle and the others came to take a look. Your Third Grandfather brought his grandson for a walk, and should have come over too. A few juniors came to help lift the wine and stuff, and there were a few passersby..."

Jiang Yuan was speechless and said: "You write a list for Mu Zhiyang..."

"Let the people in the surveillance room come and write it for you." Jiangfuzhen was impatient to be ordered by his son and said: "Who comes in and goes out, they can all see. Let them tell you, I'm in a hurry to go back and turn the pot. Today I braised a big goose, and I put some beef ribs in it, and also boiled tofu and fat intestines. I'll fry another pot of hot pot ingredients, put more beef tallow, you young people can scald vegetables to eat..."

Ordinary eyewitnesses are not something you can leave just because you want to. But Jiangfuzhen said so, what could Jiang Yuan say? He could only respectfully say: "Dad, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Got it." Jiangfuzhen waved his hand and introduced the few old men and women who had just arrived: "The one wearing a mask is Jiang Yuan, who came over today to do the case of Old Seven."

"Old Seven also died?" The new old man was a bit confused about the situation.

"No, he's fine. Old Seven didn't lose a few boxes of wine, so I called Jiang Yuan and the others to help find them..."

"Old Seven lost his brain. There are half a platoon of people here, is it something a few boxes of wine can send away?" The old man said, but still watched the fun with interest.

Most of them were watching the fun.

It's almost the festival, and in the bones of the Chinese people, rust will suddenly emerge, making people feel uncomfortable all over and unwilling to exercise.

Villagers who heard that many police officers had come to the parking lot also came downstairs one after another to watch the fun.

Xiang Geng from the surveillance room ran over quickly and reported the situation to Jiang Yuan. Xiang Geng was still thin and weak, his fingers and teeth felt yellower, and he had the look of a man who had his smoking needs thoroughly satisfied, a bit of a post-modern opium-addicted man's look.

Jiang Yuan listened to him report the names of the people who had entered and exited the garage again, gave up completely, and only said: "You go back and give Mu Zhiyang a list, and also record the time of entry and exit at the back."

"Okay." Xiang Geng mixed in the surveillance room. From the beginning to now, he had accepted Jiang Yuan's guidance and was used to being ordered by Jiang Yuan.

"Did you bring the surveillance?" Jiang Yuan asked for the copied version.

"Brought it." Xiang Geng hurriedly unfolded his laptop, released the theft process, and said: "When your Seventh Uncle came to find me, I started organizing it. I checked backwards. This person probably did it for three consecutive days, stole for three days."

"Stole for three consecutive days?"

"En. One box on the first day, two boxes on the second day, two boxes on the third day. Seventh Uncle only discovered it yesterday, and he didn't come this morning..." Xiang Geng spread his hands.

The person who was stolen from was very Buddhist, and the person who stole things was actually quite Buddhist.

Jiang Yuan looked at the theft process filmed by the surveillance on the laptop, shone his flashlight on the places where the other party might have left fingerprints and DNA, and while extracting fingerprints and DNA, asked: "If it's a renovation worker, someone should know him."

"There is someone who knows him, called Old Lei. The real name might be Wang Lei, not sure." Xiang Geng said helplessly: "This person was caught by the foreman from the renovation market, and didn't ask for an ID card or anything."

In a small county like Ningtai County, in the renovation or construction mode, a considerable proportion of casual workers are still maintained.

Those who are willing to work, or workers who have no work today, will stand in some fixed places that have become customary, set up a sign, or just wait with their feet up. Foremen who need workers, or scattered households who are renovating, go directly to call people, or ask about the price, discuss it with each other, and go to work.

This method naturally does not require signing a contract, nor does it require an ID card. The foreman or the head of the household might even just ask for a surname, and then start working as Master So-and-so.

Workers might know each other, or they might not know each other. Whether they are familiar, whether they know more specific information about each other, is all uncertain.

Jiang Yuan nodded in understanding and said: "I'll take the fingerprints and then see." If this were a homicide case, Jiang Yuan would definitely send people to the renovation market and nearby small hotels and the like to screen.

There are many places where people need to use ID cards now, even for bus cards, ID cards are required.

In addition, some relatively formal companies doing renovations and the like might also want to see ID cards and the like. In short, a large-scale screening would either determine Old Lei's true identity, or he is a fugitive or a person with a criminal record.

However, it is obvious that Jiang Yuan cannot launch a large-scale screening of hundreds of people just to find a few boxes of wine for Seventh Uncle. Although he has become a bit accustomed to this mode of solving cases.

He didn't even prepare to send people to ask those foremen and the like.

Police officers in groups of two, looking for one person, matching inquiries, on average takes two hours. To determine the identity of the suspect, I don't know how many people I have to look for. Jiang Yuan is prepared to rely on fingerprints, DNA, and images to solve the case.

Other police officers stood in front, and it seemed they couldn't get their hands in. Investigating the scene is Jiang Yuan's specialty. Like Wang Chuanxing and others, now entering the garage, they can only disturb Jiang Yuan's operation.

Liu Jinghui doesn't need to be mentioned. In this kind of case, the suspect's face is 14.5 inches large on a 15-inch screen. It's really too unreliable to let him take action. Thus, the police officers who came to help seemed to be patrolling, walking around the basement with their hands crossed, hands behind their backs, and hands in their pockets.

In essence, they are not much different from the Jiang villagers at this time.

There are several uncles, aunts, nephews, and nieces at the scene. After getting tired of Jiang Yuan's unchanging operations, they all picked up their phones, taking photos and videos. Soon, everyone's circle of friends began to compete for beauty:

【Seventh Uncle's garage was stolen, police came to investigate.】

【A thief came to the village, don't know if it involved any case.】

【After the garage was stolen, Seventh Uncle never appeared again, hope everything is well.】

【The case done by the renovation garage worker, many police came.】

When Seventh Uncle ran out of the house, the Jiang villagers' circle of friends had already begun to spread.

"I was just helping to boil meat, what are you doing!" Seventh Uncle went down to the garage, while laughing and crying, telling everyone not to talk nonsense, while still having to distribute cigarettes to the police officers.

The garage was quickly filled with smoke.

"Does Jiang Yuan smoke?" Seventh Uncle walked up and was stopped at the garage door. "I don't smoke anymore." Jiang Yuan loosened his muscles and bones and said: "It's almost finished, don't come into the garage, don't use it for the next two days, wait a few days."

"The wine I put here is ready for the New Year... forget it, I'll buy a few more boxes." Seventh Uncle was also a bit embarrassed and said: "Actually, you don't need to be called back. I can just call the police or something. Your dad is too polite."

"It's okay."

"Your dad said recently, saying you solved many cases, very powerful. When you solve this case, Uncle will give you a big red envelope."

"No need, a case with a total value of more than 20,000. Besides, my identity as a criminal police officer is not suitable for taking big red envelopes." Jiang Yuan hurriedly declined. The big red envelope that Jiang villagers say is very likely illegal.

Seventh Uncle laughed and didn't answer, and shouted: "Why don't you take a few boxes of wine from the garage, let's drink it tonight."

"My dad prepared wine." Jiang Yuan said.

"Then how embarrassing... I'll accompany you for a drink in a while, why don't you be busy, let's go up and drink first!" Seventh Uncle was very enthusiastic, chatting with Jiang Yuan, just like the way of chatting when doing farm work back then.

Jiang villagers are also gradually becoming rich, especially when demolition first started, there was not much cash. At that time, Ningtai County did not have the ability to demolish all the Jiang villages at the foot of Mount Sining with cash, so it adopted the method of village collective investment in the scenic spot.

With the construction and publicity of Mount Sining, Mount Sining and Taihe Scenic Area began to become famous nationwide, and the assets of Jiang villagers expanded accordingly. Especially the ticket share obtained every year is an exaggerated number.

And after this, the Jiang villagers were slightly differentiated. Those like Jiangfuzhen who were afraid of poverty would take money to start a business, buy land, buy houses, and build factories, and then encounter demolition three times, and finally expanded to the point of having no intention of starting a business.

For those like Seventh Uncle who had no ambition back then, the final asset scale was also the average level of Jiang villagers, and the up-and-down smoothed out the emotions after sudden wealth.

Jiang Yuan was also accustomed to similar ways of chatting, so he talked and did things, calm and harmonious.

Buzz.

Tang Jia's phone rang.

She answered and listened for a few sentences, her expression gradually becoming strange.

After the call ended, Tang Jia walked up and whispered: "Team Jiang, the call is to notify you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuan's expression immediately became serious. Could it be that another homicide occurred?

Tang Jia said: "It's the police station here contacting the criminal police team, saying that a man named Wang Lei claimed that he stole five boxes of wine, but besides that, he didn't do any illegal activities, let alone murder, or dismemberment or anything like that. The person has already surrendered. I asked the other party to add WeChat and sent me a photo."

She said and went to flip through WeChat, and displayed the WeChat she had just opened to Jiang Yuan.

On the 6-inch screen, the 5.5-inch headshot was exactly the thief of Seventh Uncle's garage wine.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but lower his head, looking at the dozen or so evidence bags he had collected, feeling inexplicably regretful. ===== CHAPTER 370 =====

On the 6-inch screen, the 5.5-inch mugshot was exactly that of the thief who stole the drinks from Seventh Uncle's garage.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but lower his head to look at the dozen or so evidence bags he had collected, feeling inexplicably a bit regretful.