Chapter 436: Throwing a Stone to Ask the Way

Cases in religious places have always been very complicated.

If it were religious people who were solely focused on profit, it would be quite easy; the normal investigation process would have a chance to find out. But if you encounter those who don't take the usual path, especially those who are particularly religious, the traditional case-solving mode immediately encounters obstacles.

Liu Jinghui observed Abbot Cheng, trying to analyze his personality and style of doing things.

Those who do reasoning will inevitably involve portrait analysis or FBI-style profiling. In layman's terms, it means that when American police can't find clues and can't solve a case, they can only use profiling, or rather, they can only use reasoning to solve the case.

Liu Jinghui felt that he had mastered some advanced skills. In fact, it was true; his case-solving rate for current cases was very beautiful, otherwise he wouldn't have made a name for himself in the province.

Moreover, the cases he solved were mainly difficult cases. Usually, it was only when the county bureau or city bureau felt that the case was difficult that they would contact Liu Jinghui. Often by this time, the golden 24 hours had passed, and some rose-gold 72 hours had passed.

If not compared with Jiang Yuan's extraordinary ability to solve cold cases, Liu Jinghui's (pseudo) ability to solve cold cases was also commendable.

In fact, even for real cold cases of homicides, Liu Jinghui had done some. In recent years, all provinces have been promoting the solving of cold cases. As a senior police officer, although there was no set requirement for the number of cold cases of homicides to be solved, everyone was still willing to aim for it.

Always thinking, occasionally solving, and often writing reports is probably the norm for criminal police.

In Liu Jinghui's view, this case of the corpse in the wilderness in Qu'an might not be that difficult.

20 years ago, when the rural population was large and social security was very poor, it was sometimes indeed more difficult to investigate, especially in this rainy season. Even if the murderer didn't know anything, God would wash the scene into a washed-out look.

But in terms of the current environment, the difficulty of cases in the wilderness has been greatly reduced.

First of all, there are fewer people. If you can basically fix the number of people in a certain place at a certain time, then even if you use the most stupid elimination method, you can find out a lot of things.

The simplest is to use mobile phone positioning. There are few base stations in the wilderness. Find the old men of technical investigation to brush it, and it is clear at a glance who appeared in the vicinity at what time.

Liu Jinghui wandered around the temple, observing while thinking.

Captain Han, who came with him, was not wearing a police rank and was also wearing a cotton jacket. He walked over with his hands in his pockets and smiled, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Not yet, do you have any clues?" Liu Jinghui asked back.

Captain Han laughed and shook his head: "What clues could there be? If there were, wouldn't the case have been solved long ago?"

"You have investigated the lay Buddhists in this small temple, right?"

"A lot of inquiry notes were made, and we specifically investigated those lay Buddhists who didn't come. There are too few clues, and we can't even figure out who died." Captain Han spread his hands and said, "Some lay Buddhists only use the Dharma names they took themselves after coming here, and they don't even say their names properly, so we can't investigate."

"And they come and go, right." Liu Jinghui spoke for Captain Han.

Captain Han nodded heavily: "Determining the source of the corpse is the top priority now."

Liu Jinghui glanced at him: "Do you think we are going to make a wasted trip again?"

Coming to the crime scene was Liu Jinghui's proposal. He wanted to do reasoning, so he had to collect as much information as possible.

Captain Han laughed twice: "I'm telling the truth, it's a wasted trip to see it. After such a long time, look at the temple, it has started normal operations. If it weren't for eating Sister Li's meat sandwich, I wouldn't have come up."

"The meat sandwich is indeed delicious." Liu Jinghui sighed: "Let's go, let's meet a few lay Buddhists."

"I'll call two people over to take notes." In Captain Han's view, the lay Buddhists were all criminal suspects, so inquiries naturally had to be recorded.

Before walking a few steps, the two ran into a female lay Buddhist in her fifties or sixties.

She was wearing a coarse cloth robe, and her hair was also poked up with a wooden hairpin, but because she didn't look good, she looked a bit like an old Hong Kong movie with low image quality.

"This... lady, I have a few questions for you." Liu Jinghui stopped her.

"Can I not say?" She looked at Liu Jinghui, who was good-looking, and her tone became a bit coquettish.

"No." Liu Jinghui frowned.

"I can't even remain silent?" Her tone became teasing.

Captain Han explained on the side: "If you don't speak, we have to suspect that you are a party involved in the case, and we will have to take you back to ask questions later."

"Boring." She curled her lips and said, "Ask away..."

Captain Han and Liu Jinghui looked at each other, both feeling that the lay Buddhists were not easy to deal with.

The facts were exactly so.

The few lay Buddhists practicing in the small temple all looked very gentle on the surface and spoke very positively, but they were actually extremely difficult to deal with. They gave people the feeling of being like those who offer free movies on the surface, but actually want to collect membership fees, want to collect fees continuously, want to earn advertising fees, and also want to charge for point-on-demand.

They were typical of those who want everything.

Liu Jinghui circled around and returned to the room, saying: "I see that the lay Buddhists here should be divided into two categories. One category is long-term residents. Currently, there are three people, all female, in their 50s. They are relatively devout believers. They come up the mountain for half a year, doing volunteer work and practicing."

"The second category is the lay Buddhists who come up the mountain for a short time. Those who come more often will have the title of lay Buddhist, and those who come less often might only come for a few days a year. The problem lies in the second category."

"The first category is fixed. If someone goes missing, we can compare the results. The second category is more troublesome, and there is no list, so we can't even compare."

Captain Han sighed: "That's what I'm saying. I don't know what these people are doing here. It's such a small temple, and I haven't heard of any miracles."

"You can't say that either..." Liu Jinghui said halfway, but didn't continue, instead saying: "I'll think about it carefully."

Captain Han's eyes widened: "I'm telling you, saying half and swallowing half like this, in a detective movie, you're going to be unlucky. At night, the first one to die will be someone like you."

"How can it be so mysterious? I'll think clearly before speaking." Liu Jinghui waved his hand and added: "I see there are empty rooms in the temple, let's stay for one night and see."

"Is it necessary?" Captain Han said, but still followed to find the abbot.

He still had some trust in Liu Jinghui, at least enough to accompany him for a night.

Jiang Yuan didn't object either.

He was willing to run to the scene because he had been a bit bored doing cases recently. Especially skills like skull reconstruction, interesting places are interesting, but boring places are really boring. Bringing a laptop out, doing it for a while and resting for a while, is also not bad.

The scenery of the small temple is quite good. Although it is not as good as the level of Mount Sining, it is also green mountains and clear waters. Looking at the peaks and ridges from a distance, and looking at the deep gullies and tender meat up close, there are kind men and women who have donated to build pavilions. Sitting in them, brewing a pot of tea, while looking at the scenery, while looking at the laptop screen, it is also relaxed and happy.

As for Liu Jinghui and others busy taking notes, Jiang Yuan was not optimistic. If this were a traditional detective drama, gathering all the suspects together and finding the contradictions through inquiries, that would be fine.

But the problem is, given the current environment of the small temple, it is fundamentally impossible to gather all the suspects together.

And the reason why traditional detective dramas adopt such a mode is that the case-solving means of the 19th-century British police were too few. In the era without fingerprints and DNA, the most solid evidence was the murderer's confession, that is, confession was king.

In modern times, the value of confession has long collapsed. The coolest criminal investigation mode is 0 confession, and if the murderer wants to deal with traditional detectives, just use one trick: "I don't remember," and they can beat 99% of them.

Including those like Liu Jinghui.

Especially when facing a group of early elderly people with an average age of 60, the answers that go back and forth, the language that is constantly corrected, and the infinite amount of nonsense...

Liu Jinghui suddenly realized the biggest difference between the lay Buddhists in this small temple and the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain. That is, they are really bored...

These old ladies, the inquiry notes of one person can be written for dozens of pages. The most powerful thing is that when the criminal police ask them "if there is any supplement," they always have supplements...

"Exhausted." At 9 o'clock in the evening, a time that still feels early in the city, Liu Jinghui's head was about to explode.

He lay on the bunk bed in the four-person room—the standard room provided by the small temple, and his whole body felt like a cooked shrimp.

"Is it that tiring?" Captain Han felt it was okay, it was just that the foot odor in the room was gradually becoming thick.

Liu Jinghui gave a heavy "en," didn't want to explain, turned over, and asked: "Jiang Yuan, how are you doing?"

"For skull restoration, the progress is okay. I drank two pots of tea in the afternoon, and I'm a little unable to sleep." Jiang Yuan said.

"If I had known, I should have called Meng Chengbiao over." Liu Jinghui mumbled: "The inquiry notes he made are still quite good."

"I can also help." Mu Zhiyang spoke in a low voice. He followed Jiang Yuan around today and didn't do anything, bored to death. Although the green mountains and clear waters are good, it is really boring to watch for a long time.

Liu Jinghui gave a laugh and was about to speak when he suddenly heard Captain Han shout:

"Who?"

Bang!

Dong dong...

A stone wrapped in a piece of paper broke the window and rolled onto the ground.

The window was smashed, making a "bang" sound, but the sound of the stone landing was exceptionally dull.

The four people who were just talking and laughing were all stunned for a moment.

Immediately after, they heard Mu Zhiyang give a "woo" sound, jump down from the bunk bed, pull the door open, drift out of the door with inertia, and then circle to the green belt in front of the window, and he could no longer see anyone.

"Protect the scene, protect the footprints, no one else is allowed to come over!" Liu Jinghui thought of Jiang Yuan's footprint appraisal ability for the first time.

For a moment, Liu Jinghui even had a thought: Don't let this ghost case be solved just like this!

The other four police officers living in the room next door also went out one after another to check.

Captain Han gave a "ha" laugh to ease the atmosphere: "Fortunately, it wasn't a hand grenade thrown in."

While saying nonsense, Captain Han also took out his phone for the first time, took a few photos, and then dialed the landline of the criminal police team, starting to arrange for people to come up the mountain. Most importantly, let the trace inspection team bring equipment over.

They only brought the most basic investigation box when they came up this time. Facing the key physical evidence falling in front of their eyes, it was definitely not enough.

Liu Jinghui couldn't laugh, sat up nervously, first took out his phone, took a few photos of the stone on the ground, and then asked Jiang Yuan: "Do you want to come and see?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuan was also sleeping on the upper bunk. He jumped down from the other side, took gloves and put them on, took tweezers, and added: "Turn on the camera, and wear the law enforcement recorder too."

This is likely key evidence, and it is key evidence that can cause the murderer to die, so naturally, it must be strictly enforced.

The stone is about the size of a Chaoshan beef ball, and the white paper on the outer circle is wrinkled. Jiang Yuan laid something on the table, unwrapped it, and saw five characters pasted on the white paper:

"Murderer Zhang Fen"

The five characters are divided into three sections, "Murderer," "Zhang," "Fen," as if they were cut from magazines separately. The handwriting is not large, and they are cut very regularly.

"This is the name of that female lay Buddhist, the 55-year-old one." Liu Jinghui frowned: Can she kill? ===== CHAPTER 437 =====