Chapter 440

On that day, the abbot and the lay Buddhists all followed the police down the mountain.

Along the way, the abbot's mood was a bit suppressed. When he was about to go down the mountain, he couldn't help but mutter his surname: "Thousand mouths, one turtle, Cheng; thousand mouths, one turtle, Cheng..."

Mu Mu Zhiyang asked curiously what he was doing, and the abbot said: "I'm scolding someone."

"Scolding whom?" Mu Mu Zhiyang asked.

"On the surface, I'm scolding myself." The abbot rubbed his big beads and said: "Even if a netizen records a video, they can only say my temper is strange."

"What about in reality?"

"I just want to say 'turtle' a few more times!" The abbot's big beads rubbed fast: "Turtle! All turtles..."

Mu Mu Zhiyang looked at the abbot's shrewd brain: "Luckily your surname is Cheng..."

The abbot was very philosophical at this time: "Heaven gave me talent, it must be useful. You think carefully, analyze the characters seriously, and you will always find a surprise. The more books you read, the more you will find that the words for scolding people in Chinese are very sufficient."

What could Mu Mu Zhiyang say? He could only raise his thumb and say: "Reading is really useful."

"This is true. If donor Old Qian, Old Qian Zeng Guoqing, had studied hard, he wouldn't have caused such a big disturbance." The abbot shook his head helplessly: "It's all cause and effect."

Speaking of this, Mu Mu Zhiyang became interested: "How do you say that? Tell me."

The abbot said: "If donor Old Qian had graduated from university, at his age, he would inevitably have a cadre status, and then he could only retire at 60. In that case, he wouldn't have time to wander around. The nature of his work would also mostly be office-type white-collar work. After he got old, he wouldn't have the energy to chat with women everywhere. In most cases, he should be willing but unable..."

Mu Mu Zhiyang looked at the abbot, who was about 10 years older than himself, and said sincerely: "Sure enough, it's the monk who sees clearly."

The abbot said "En" and added: "People like us who are often not at home, whether talking about love or marrying a wife, must think more and be cautious."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mu Mu Zhiyang also expressed his opinion fully.

Criminal Police Brigade.

Captain Han entered the door, drank two sips of water, pointed to a few people, and said: "You guys, go take detailed inquiry notes for the abbot and the pilgrims."

Some police officers who had just climbed down the mountain were numb: "Aren't the notes we took last night detailed enough?"

"This is a homicide case, not a prostitution case. Did you ask everything you should have asked?" Captain Han said impatiently: "Ask everything that should be asked, from beginning to end. This case is mostly inseparable from the mess in the temple."

But whether it has anything to do with it, actually no one knows. The criminal police muttered to themselves, but there was no way.

Solving a homicide case is troublesome, and doing it is also very troublesome. And everyone knows that if you don't take inquiry notes now, later on, if people's statements change, you won't be able to refute them even if you want to.

Lying to the police is a very stupid thing, but there is an exception, which is people who don't say a single true word. This kind of person, anyway, can't say true words, mostly can't get a sentence reduction, just increases the workload of the handling personnel.

Of course, what's more annoying is another kind, which is the witnesses' nonsense, just like these lay Buddhists and pilgrims now.

No one thinks they are telling the truth, but which part is true and which part is false? Or maybe they forgot themselves while talking.

The criminal police who stayed in the criminal police brigade still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, smiled and said: "Anyway, it's not urgent. Take your time with the notes."

Normal notes are like this, following working hours. Everyone is not in a hurry, resting when they should, drinking water when they should, just like chatting.

Especially when facing witnesses who are not very important, the camera is set up, and there is no need to rack their brains to find a breakthrough point. Just talk normally, and the main workload is transcribing reports later.

However, the situation today is clearly different.

The content of the chat is different.

Before, it was the police listening to the chat about the fate of the masses, but now, it is the fate talking to the masses.

Looking at the kind yet distorted expressions of the 60-year-old ladies, listening to their pain and curses, a few young police officers couldn't hold on very quickly.

Later, it wasn't the police looking for people to chat, but people looking for police to chat.

Chatting and chatting, chatting and chatting... a day passed.

The next day, the few people staying in the criminal police brigade's guesthouse didn't need the police comrades to urge them, everyone automatically and consciously came to the door, continuing to chat.

Jiang Yuan passed by during working hours, saw Captain Han's expression, and felt it was even more miserable than when Director Huang was there.

At least when Director Huang was there, Captain Han was clearly in pain, the kind of pain of exhaustion from excessive blood loss after being bitten.

However, after a few days of inquiry notes, Captain Han had already become a hidden pain of exhaustion all over, not knowing where he was injured.

Jiang Yuan couldn't care so much. Just like going to work, he arrived at the criminal police team in the morning and went straight into his office to do skull reconstruction.

At noon, he didn't even go out to eat, just ate some cooked food brought from home, such as braised bones, Buddha jumping over the wall, roast meat, pilaf, etc., which could be eaten after being heated slightly.

There is a microwave in the office. Set the time, hit it slightly, and it's a good meal.

Even if it's food like Buddha jumping over the wall that looks relatively light, bring more soup each time, heat a basin at a time, and pour the rice into it, it's a good meal.

Until the evening, if he was hungry, he would cook some hot pot in the office, get some roast meat, etc.

The takeout industry in Qu'an County is not developed. The few stores willing to deliver takeout sell products similar to Wallace, and they are mainly small chain stores, and errands have not yet been opened.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to leave a WeChat of a takeout brother, asking him to buy various foods and water every day.

And after the takeout brother became familiar with Jiang Yuan's daily life, he was shocked and had already started considering taking the auxiliary police exam.

A few days later.

Abbot Cheng and others returned to the small temple one after another.

The skull Jiang Yuan made also began to take shape.

"Take a few pictures." Jiang Yuan produced pictures directly on the laptop, then called the full-time criminal photographer of the Qu'an County Bureau to pick them.

Skull reconstruction can be called art. Its negative impact is that the faces restored are somewhat uneven.

Simply put, every step of skull reconstruction is not extremely precise. Usually, choices are made within a certain range.

Theoretically, if the gap in every step is very large, the final face obtained will be very different.

However, the human eye or the human brain itself does not rely on precision. As long as the difference in the portrait is not particularly large, witnesses have a certain ability to distinguish. People who are familiar with them are even easier to distinguish.

When used in face comparison or computer analysis, it may be slightly difficult, but compared to the painter's portrait, the accuracy of the photos obtained by skull reconstruction is much higher.

Especially in China, most police stations don't have the configuration of a painter. Of course, there are no skull reconstructionists either.

The only criminal photographer who can be related to art is usually trained quickly.

The one in Qu'an County clearly didn't exceed the usual scope.

He selected six pictures in one breath, clearly playing the strategy of quantity creating miracles, indicating that he didn't have any self-confidence.

"This should be about the same. By the way, should we make the face a bit whiter, a bit yellower?" The criminal photographer who shoots the most is dead bodies. For portrait aesthetics, it gradually converges with forensic medicine.

"The color of the facial skin is relatively difficult to judge. Let's make it more diverse." Jiang Yuan shook his head secretly, lost confidence in him, and selected 24 photos himself.

This made 30 pictures of different... similar appearances. Theoretically, they were 30 people, but they all looked very similar, as if they were 30 brothers.

Importing these 30 photos into the background system, there was no need to wait for a long time, and the background started to spit out people.

At this time, Captain Han and Liu Liu Jinghui also ran up.

"Let's see what's there." Liu Liu Jinghui sat behind Jiang Yuan, ready to help look at the photos.

The face recognition system used by Qu'an County is similar to the fingerprint system, which is also a candidate mode. By default, it spits out 20 candidate avatars at a time for people to choose.

But unlike the fingerprint system, the human recognition of faces is too high.

Even a well-trained fingerprint expert, facing the candidate fingerprints thrown out by the automatic fingerprint identification system, has to look at them one by one and compare them.

However, facing a face, ordinary people don't need training to clearly say whether the person in the two photos is the same person.

This makes the screening progress very fast.

Skull reconstruction is also easy to use in this regard, because it is a human face, everyone can easily compare, even ordinary criminal police have corresponding abilities.

Dozens of photos were brushed past in a while, and soon, several people took a fancy to one photo at the same time.

"This person." Liu Liu Jinghui pointed and said: "Find this person's information!"

On the display, an old man with a high nose bridge and a literary temperament appeared. Looking at the identity information, he was also from Nanming, Yue Province.

Just looking at the address information, everyone became excited.

Captain Han took the mouse, clicked a few times, entered the password, and soon saw a red "missing" reminder on the screen.

At this point, it was almost locked. Captain Han looked at the page carefully and said: "This person didn't leave DNA and fingerprints in the system, but his children left DNA... I'll contact them!"

Mu Mu Zhiyang looked at it in a daze from behind. When everyone wasn't so busy, he asked Liu Liu Jinghui in a low voice: "Section Chief Liu, is the dead person a completely unrelated person?"

"Whether it's related or not, you have to ask to know. However..." Liu Liu Jinghui curled his lips and said: "Old Qian Zeng Guoqing is from Yue Province, and this one is also from Yue Province. You say they are completely unrelated, I don't believe it."

"Then... is it still love and hate?" Mu Mu Zhiyang felt uncomfortable. He hadn't even talked about a girlfriend, and the old babies in the temple had started to let love turn to hate, and even started killing? Is everyone's progress too inconsistent?

Liu Liu Jinghui didn't answer, saying: "The motive is hard to say, but who do you think killed him?"

Although the copy of the old babies killing each other in the small temple couldn't be opened smoothly, Liu Liu Jinghui had other expectations.

Mu Mu Zhiyang shook his head blankly: "They sleep with each other, who knows who will kill."

Jiang Yuan reminded: "The place of death is also very special, deep in the road, not many people should know, but..."

"But what?" Captain Han asked immediately.

"If it was for a wild romp, they should have seriously searched the surrounding locations. The crime scene is not far from the road. As long as they are willing to walk a few more steps, it is a good place for murder..." Jiang Yuan grew up under Mount Mount Sining and still knew some things.

Mu Mu Zhiyang widened his eyes again: "It shouldn't be, they are so old..."

"Don't underestimate the elderly!" Liu Liu Jinghui gave a "hum" and said: "Just by the fact that they can make inquiry notes for three or four days in a row, and the content of the chat is so deep..."

"Stop talking, there's a picture!" Mu Mu Zhiyang felt painful. ===== CHAPTER 441 =====