Chapter 436: Throwing a Stone to Ask the Way

Cases in religious places have always been very complicated.

If it's religious people who are single-mindedly pursuing profit, it's actually quite easy; the normal case investigation process has a chance to find out. But if you encounter those who don't take the usual path, especially particularly religious people, the traditional case-solving mode immediately encounters obstacles.

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

Those who engage in deduction inevitably involve portrait analysis or FBI-style profiling. In plain and easy-to-understand terms, it means that when American police can't find clues and can't solve a case, they can only use profiling, or in other words, they can only use deduction to solve the case.

Liu Liu Jinghui felt that he had mastered some advanced skills. In fact, his clearance rate for current cases was very beautiful; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make a name for himself in the province.

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty years ago, when the rural population was large and social security was poor, it was sometimes indeed difficult to investigate, especially in this rainy season. Even if the murderer didn't know anything, God would wash the scene clean.

But in 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 method of elimination, you can find out a lot of things.

The simplest way is to use mobile phone positioning. There are few base stations in the wilderness. Finding the old men in technical investigation to go over and scan, who appeared in the vicinity at what time, is clear at a glance.

Liu Liu Jinghui strolled around the temple, thinking and observing.

Captain Han, who came with him, didn't wear his police rank and also wore a cotton jacket, his hands tucked in, smiling as he came over, "Any ideas?"

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

Captain Han shook his head with a wry smile, "What clues could there be? If there were, wouldn't the case have been solved long ago?"

"You've 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; we can't even figure out who died," Captain Han spread his hands, "Some lay Buddhists only use the Dharma names they took for themselves after coming here; they don't even say their names properly. There's no way to investigate."

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

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

Liu Liu Jinghui glanced at him, "Do you think we're going to run for nothing again this time?"

Coming to the crime scene was Liu Liu Jinghui's suggestion. If he wanted to do deduction, he had to collect as much information as possible.

Captain Han laughed twice, "I'm telling the truth, coming to see is also running for nothing. After so much time, look at the temple, it has started normal operations. If it weren't for eating a bite of Sister Li's braised meat sandwich, I wouldn't have come up here either."

"The braised meat sandwich is indeed delicious." Liu Liu Jinghui sighed, "Let's go, let's go see 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 wore a coarse cloth robe, and her hair was poked up with a wooden hairpin, but because she wasn't good-looking, it looked a bit like a low-quality old Hong Kong movie.

"This... lady, let me ask you a few questions." Liu Liu Jinghui stopped her.

"Can I choose not to say anything?" She looked at Liu Liu Jinghui, who looked quite good, and her tone became a bit coquettish.

"No." Liu Liu Jinghui frowned.

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

Captain Han explained from the side, "If you don't speak, we have to suspect that you are a party involved in the case. Later, we'll have to take you back to ask questions."

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

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

The situation was 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 someone who offers free movies on the surface, but actually wants to collect membership fees, collect continuous fees, collect advertising fees, and charge for on-demand episodes.

They were typical of those who want everything.

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

"The second category is the lay Buddhists who come up the mountain for a short term. Those who come often 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 countable. If someone goes missing, we can compare the results. The second category is more troublesome; there is no list, and there is no way to compare."

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

"You can't say that..." Liu Liu Jinghui stopped halfway, but didn't continue, instead saying, "Let me 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."

"It's not that mysterious. I'll say it after I've thought it through." Liu Liu Jinghui waved his hand and added, "I see there are empty rooms in the temple. Let's stay for a night and see."

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

He still had some trust in Liu 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 feeling a bit stifled doing cases recently. Especially skills like skull reconstruction—interesting parts are interesting, but the dull parts are truly dull. Coming out with a laptop, doing a bit and resting a bit, was not bad.

The scenery of the small temple was quite good. Although it couldn't compare to the level of Mount Mount Sining, it was still green mountains and clear waters. Looking far, there were peaks and ridges; looking near, there were deep gullies and tender meat. Kind men and believing women had donated to build pavilions. Sitting inside, brewing a pot of tea, watching the scenery while watching the laptop screen, it was quite relaxed and leisurely.

As for Liu Liu Jinghui and the others being busy taking notes, Jiang Yuan didn't think much of it. If this were a traditional detective drama, gathering all the suspects together and finding contradictions through questioning would be fine.

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

And the reason why traditional detective dramas adopt such a mode is that the investigation methods of 19th-century British police were too few. In an era without fingerprints and DNA, the most solid evidence was the murderer confessing, which is to say, confessions were king.

In modern times, the value of confessions has long collapsed. The coolest criminal investigation mode is zero-confession, and if a murderer wants to deal with traditional detectives, they only need to use one trick: "I don't remember." That would be enough to beat 99% of them.

Including people like Liu Liu Jinghui.

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

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

These old ladies—the inquiry notes for one person could be written for dozens of pages. The most powerful thing is that when the police ask them "if there is anything to add," they always have something to add...

"I'm exhausted." At 9 PM, a time that still felt early in the city, Liu 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—his whole body feeling like a boiled shrimp.

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

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

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

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

"I can help too," Mu Mu Zhiyang said in a low voice. He had been strolling with Jiang Yuan today and hadn't done anything, bored to death. Although green mountains and clear waters are good, watching them for a long time is truly boring.

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

"Who?"

Bang!

Thump, thump...

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

The window was smashed, making a "bang" sound, but the sound of the stone hitting the ground was particularly dull.

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

Immediately after, they heard Mu Mu Zhiyang give a "woo" sound, jump off the bunk bed, pull the door open, dart out with momentum, drift out the door, and then circle to the green belt in front of the window, but he couldn't see anyone anymore.

"Protect the scene, protect the footprints well, no one else is allowed to come over!" Liu Liu Jinghui's mind first thought of Jiang Yuan's ability to identify footprints.

For a moment, Liu 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 next room also came out one after another to check.

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

While talking nonsense, Captain Han also took out his phone at the first opportunity, snapped a few photos, and then dialed the landline of the criminal police brigade, starting to arrange for people to come up the mountain. Most importantly, he needed the trace examiners to bring their equipment.

They had only brought the most basic survey box when they came up this time, which was definitely not enough to face the key physical evidence lying in front of them.

Liu Liu Jinghui couldn't laugh. He sat up nervously, first took a few photos of the stone on the ground, and then asked Jiang Yuan, "Do you want to come and take a look?"

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

This is likely key evidence, and key evidence that could lead to the murderer's death, so naturally, they had to enforce the law strictly.

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

"Murderer Zhang Fen"

The five characters were divided into three sections: "Murderer," "Zhang," "Fen." They looked like they had been cut out from magazines separately. The handwriting wasn't large, and they were cut quite regularly.

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