Chapter 603: Taking the Initiative to Help

"We parked the ambulance right here at that time."

The two emergency responders of the ambulance stood at the crime scene and began to point out.

Two people, one part-time driver, one pure rear-compartment emergency responder, neither had a certificate, both were temporary workers. Being pulled over by the police for questioning multiple times made them a little annoyed and a little uneasy.

Jiang Yuan took several people and circled the parking space for a while, asking: "Have you checked the surroundings? How far did you go?"

"Within a hundred meters, we swept through everywhere that could see this parking space. No obvious traces of squatting." Little Liu knew what Jiang Yuan meant and immediately gave an answer to prove his professionalism.

If someone was guarding nearby, waiting for the victim to get in the car, it would be logical that traces would be left. Common ones like a large number of cigarette butts, traces of leather shoes rubbing the ground, sometimes leaving a large number of snack bags, mineral water bottles, and even wine bottles.

In short, if a person doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and guards here waiting for the victim to drive to work, even if they only guard for an hour or two, they must have some entertainment. Humans are things that cannot truly look at a scene without moving. Those who can do it are only the truly dull.

Therefore, when criminal police encounter cases with obvious suspicion of squatting, they often search the surroundings. Don't doubt the boredom of some humans. Counting from the head down, pulling hair, picking dandruff, rubbing eyebrows, picking teeth, spitting, smoking, rubbing neck dust, picking fingers, fingers picking walls, picking crotch, picking feet...

In short, when a person is idle, there is really nothing they might not do.

Little Liu and the others are all old-qualified criminal police. When searching the scene, they also called several people to do it together. Even by Yue Ling's standards, it was at the passing line.

The experience of old criminal police is often more accurate than instruments. Old Zhou can be considered to have said it very clearly. However, no matter what, it is now proven that the transcript of the two emergency responders has flaws, and it can even be said to be the lack of key clues. If the team did it themselves, it wouldn't be anything. The new discoveries in subsequent investigations would be filled in. Except for the team itself, few people would know.

"Sorry to say it again. For such a big case, the verification procedures must be done." Yue Ling said half-seriously and half-jokingly.

Old Zhou nodded with annoyance. If this clue had been found that day, why would it have been necessary to mobilize Yue Ling?

The driver hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "At that time, I didn't know the person was dead, so I parked the car directly to the side. When I opened the car door and shouted, someone came over to help. They were also kind-hearted."

Yue Ling temporarily skipped this topic and continued to ask the two emergency responders: "Was the person who called still there when you arrived? Did he open the car door?"

The Fourth Squadron leader Old Zhou accompanied Yue Ling and added: "The reporter is a neighbor in the same residential area as the victim. He saw the victim's state when passing by, so he called

"The reporter and the victim were acquaintances, and there were no economic dealings between them. Hmm... you should check again." Old Zhou didn't have any definite clues or targets, but after hearing Yue Ling's suggestion, he added the person to the list of suspects.

The victim's husband was stunned. He took another look at the photo and said with a listless expression, "Is it Jiang Yuan, whom I killed?"

"I was just worried something might go wrong, so I took a video at the time," the paramedic explained.

Yue Ling nodded and said, "Let's keep moving forward. So, the car door was only opened after the paramedics arrived. Did you smell anything?"

"Who knows?" the driver said with a laugh. "It seems that those who volunteer to help are indeed the ones without suspicion."

"Have you ruled out the suspicion of that reporter?"

"It must have been someone who came down first... That person said it was a heart attack and called for help to move the body. I felt the carotid artery and said forget it, the person was already cold."

"Is volunteering to help like that common?"

Old Zhou exhaled, looked at Yue Ling, and his expression was a bit awkward.

Beside them, Wan Baoming, who had been listening to their conversation, sighed gloomily and said, "We are merely maintainers of order in an era."

"Well... let me see." The paramedic took out his phone, flipped through the photo album, and explained, "I took a few photos when I arrived at the scene, just in case the doctor wanted to see the situation when they were saving the person."

"Three or four people, I think. At the time, we thought it was a heart problem and wanted to help move the person out. I thought it was quite kind..."

Old Zhou took the phone and watched for a while, then frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Call the victim's husband over and ask him."

Mu Zhiyang watched him write the name, sighed, and said, "Otherwise, why wouldn't they have opened the car door? If they had, he probably would have gone straight onto the suspect list."

The driver said, "We closed the car door and turned off the engine; that's what the 110 operator told us to do. Later, some people came to watch, and we persuaded them to leave. That's how it went."

The several police officers present all turned to look at the driver.

Yue Ling acted as if he hadn't seen Old Zhou's expression and first asked the paramedic, "Do you know the name of the person who came down first to help?"

"Did the three or four people come down together to help, or did someone come down first and others later?"

"Did anyone move the car during that time?"

"The smell of feces and urine," the ambulance driver answered very honestly.

"The person was there, but we didn't open the car door," the paramedic recalled of the scene at the time.

"No one moved it after the police were called, but what about before? After you arrived at the scene, were there other people watching, right?" Old Zhou pressed.

"Tang Weili. Male, 34 years old, owns a hot pot restaurant... I can't see the relationship with the victim."

He explained tentatively, and the police listened tentatively.

Although he was the one who asked, it was obvious that the previous police officers had been negligent when taking the statements.

For the sake of the homicide case, the driver said, "We pulled the door open, shouted a few times, then checked the pulse and found the person was already gone. Then we called the police. The dispatch center told us to maintain order at the scene and not let anyone touch the body, and we followed those instructions."

The group was currently outside the residential complex where the victim lived, and Old Zhou took Yue Ling and several criminal police officers to the door.

The victim's husband was at home in a state of depression; he was extremely surprised to see them.

Of course, saying this now is a bit of a hindsight, but when the criminal police come to take statements, they have to do so for so many people at once that there is always a difference between what is important and what is urgent. It's impossible to ask about the ancestors of everyone who happens to walk by with a dog.

A police officer took over, took a screenshot of the person's photo, and used the police system for facial recognition. The result popped up instantly, and he read:

Old Zhou curled his lip: "It's not impossible to rule him out. But I've talked to the reporter, and he doesn't look like the type."

"Then what did you do?"

"How many people volunteered to help?" Old Zhou pressed.

Seeing that Yue Ling and the others were listening quite seriously and that there were so many police officers at the scene, the driver opened up: "We've all encountered homicide cases before and know what to do." "I've heard the name," the victim's husband sighed and said. "He's Jiang Yuan's ex-boyfriend, I think. That was over ten years ago."

The driver and the paramedic, who were a bit unhappy, both calmed down.

Old Zhou asked calmly, "Do you have any photos or videos of the scene? Did you capture this person in them?"

"No one moved anything after the police were called," the driver said.

"He was a man in his thirties or forties. A bit chubby, nothing special, round face and small eyes?" the paramedic described him slightly.

"It's still unclear. Do you know him?" Old Zhou pressed.

"Do you recognize this person?" Old Zhou showed the photo on his phone to the victim's husband and said, "Tang Weili, have you heard this name?"

This sounded a bit pretentious in normal times, but in the eyes of those who had just come into contact with a homicide and death, it was just about right.

The driver was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's not common now. There were quite a lot when I first started working."

"We already said that when we gave our statements."

Very quickly, the paramedic found a video that included the few people who had helped with the rescue.

"Then tell me, what did you do at the time?" Old Zhou now knew Gao Fen's line of thinking, so he simply took over the questioning.