Chapter 951: The Case of the Forgotten Name

"How did I find the person? Hahaha, it really was just a casual glance, a quick match in my brain, and hey, the name just popped out. Xin Shengsi—the surname is quite rare, too. Anyone who takes a look would be able to remember that surname, right? Hahahaha..."

When Yu Wenshu arrived at the conference room, he was immediately asked this core question by his subordinates. Having been scratched exactly where it itched, he couldn't help but say a few extra words, laugh a few times with his hands on his hips, take a few sips of tea to cover it up, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

A group of elite criminal police officers, as if they had just realized it, all put on expressions of sudden enlightenment and praised him one after another:

"Director Yu always solves problems for us in places we never expect!"

"A narrow escape from death!"

"You can't tell just by looking at the list, but once you cross-reference it, right!"

"Photographic memory, this is truly a photographic memory!"

At this very moment, everyone seemed to have a memory that faded the moment they saw something, repeatedly mentioning Yu Wenshu's photographic memory.

Yu Wenshu also changed from a smiling face to laughing up at the sky.

Everyone continued to express their admiration with great effort.

Countless attempts have proven that scratching here is the most comfortable; when the guest comes again, you just keep scratching here.

No need to try blindly. Once other technicians find a new G-spot, everyone just copies their homework. It's not scary to press late, it's only scary to press the wrong spot.

"The list of prior offenders, the online shopping records for kitchen knives, and the transaction records for woven bags—superimpose the three, and the truck driver Xin Shengsi stands out. It still has to be Director Yu's sharp eye." Huang Qiangmin had learned the general process when he went upstairs. He praised him from the side, but he still had to explain Jiang Yuan's contribution.

If you don't look at the rank, the role Yu Wenshu played was roughly equivalent to a clerk operating an Excel sheet for a quarter of an hour. But he is a detachment captain, so the credit is naturally different.

Of course, Yu Wenshu didn't steal the credit. Since this case was solved, his calm command naturally played a part. Conversely, specific case guidance doesn't mean much to an official at the detachment captain level. It's just that this case was so perfectly suited to Yu Wenshu's innate talent that he couldn't help but want to show off.

What? Showed off too much? Which Tsinghua graduate doesn't mention Tsinghua three or five thousand times a year?

"Where is Jiang Yuan?" Yu Wenshu enjoyed himself for a good while before his consciousness returned, and he looked around.

"Here. I checked the vehicles under Xin Shengsi's name; it happens to be a Wuling Hongguang. Bought second-hand." Jiang Yuan had only entered the door a few minutes ago.

He didn't need to do any major image enhancement anymore. He just selected a relatively clear frame from the existing video and did a little enhancement. Although the specific license plate still couldn't be seen clearly, the vehicle model matched, the number of stickers on the windshield matched, and the damage on the rear door also matched.

Ma Jiyang couldn't help but say: "In this way, Mr. Xin Shengsi has appeared on all four lists."

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Let's go to his home to make the arrest, and send another team to the clothing market. He has been soliciting work there for a long time. There are many warehouses nearby, as well as some lounges and 'cannon rooms'—Xin Shengsi might have dismembered the body there too."

"Yes." Ma Jiyang and the others agreed with high morale.

Now that the case has had a huge breakthrough, the remaining steps can be simplified into routine operations. What is there to hesitate about? Just charge!

Xin Shengsi clearly had not anticipated such an ending.

Or rather, even if he had realized such an ending, there was nothing he could change.

Xin Shengsi was just an ordinary truck driver. Like many people who had prior records, his job search was extremely unsuccessful. Almost every company hiring required a "clean criminal record," and even the cake shop he liked very much was no exception.

With no other choice, Xin Shengsi could only take the 3,000 yuan he earned from labor reform in prison, plus the 40,000 yuan he hid after his last crime, to buy a second-hand Wuling Hongguang and start a cargo delivery business.

Cargo business these days isn't great, but it isn't bad either, especially in the clothing market. There are often requests to move goods, and the cargo owners will add a little money, which earns more than just the fare and isn't as bitter as moving houses.

The only thing that troubled Xin Shengsi a little was that his temper wasn't easy to control.

It was fine when he was in prison; surrounded by burly inmates, Xin Shengsi was considered a good-tempered prisoner among them.

But in the clothing market, sometimes being ordered around by delicate young girls, and then going back and forth a few rounds on the amount of money, Xin Shengsi often couldn't help but lose his temper.

But the effect was quite good. Generally speaking, when his anger really surged, the cargo owners would usually retreat.

It's just that his reputation wasn't good, but that's just how it is. People come and go in the clothing market; permanent residents and big clients have fixed drivers. The so-called odd-job drivers are originally for scattered and small cargo owners. Some don't even stay in the market for a year before closing their shops and leaving, while the new army of live-streaming sellers is endless. Xin Shengsi has plenty of work to do.

Especially those cargo owners who don't rent houses in the clothing market but elsewhere—they have less contact with the market and know even less about the truck drivers. These people often don't care either.

Xin Shengsi licked his lips. He had intentionally restrained his temper recently and unexpectedly gained two long-term clients; it actually felt like he was starting to make it.

Could it be that one really needs to use blood to wash away bad luck to have good fortune?

Xin Shengsi hummed a song and swayed as he parked the car downstairs.

Slap.

Xin Shengsi didn't rush to get out of the car, but lit a cigarette, preparing to smoke one before going upstairs.

Squeak...

Xin Shengsi lowered the car window.

At the very moment the glass window disappeared, a long, powerful arm, like a monkey stealing a peach, reached up silently from below and wrapped around Xin Shengsi's neck.

Xin Shengsi, who had just taken a puff of the cigarette and hadn't had time to exhale, suddenly felt suffocated and quickly became panicked.

"Ugh..." Xin Shengsi couldn't make a sound. He only had time to turn his hand and poke the burning cigarette butt onto the thick arm strangling his neck.

The dark, muscular arm trembled, then continued to strangle him as steady as Mount Tai, without even adding force.

Both the one being strangled and the one strangling knew that if he tightened his grip any further, he would likely be strangled to death on the spot.

"Police."

The car door on the other side was pulled open, and the police officer who entered pulled the car key out immediately.

Immediately after, several police officers swarmed up, hands and feet moving, and carried Xin Shengsi down.

Xin Shengsi instinctively felt something was wrong. The last time he was caught was for theft, and only three police officers came—one hugging his neck, one putting on handcuffs, and the third police officer just holding a baton and watching, not even moving a hand.

The steps for getting into the car were also different. Last time, he walked into the car himself under the police's orders. This time, the police uncles didn't give him that option; they carried him off the car.

Xin Shengsi weighed 75 kilograms this morning, a full 150 jin. It was quite heavy for three people to carry, but the three police officers were actually willing to work without complaint.

The arm hanging on Xin Shengsi's neck left. Xin Shengsi took a deep breath, but he couldn't exert any more strength.

"What's your name?" A somewhat familiar question came.

Xin Shengsi didn't make a sound. He answered last time, and ended up getting his head pressed down.

"What's your name?" The arresting officer asked again.

Seeing that Xin Shengsi still didn't answer, he directly lifted his head, took a photo, took fingerprints on the spot, and put them into the police terminal for comparison.

"We'll draw your blood for DNA when we get back; we guarantee we won't get your name wrong." The criminal police officer in charge said, then looked up towards the direction of the detachment captain.

Ma Jiyang shook his head slightly. Someone who wouldn't even say their name is considered a die-hard among criminals; there was no need for an on-site interrogation.

But regardless, it's good that the person was caught.

There are plenty of directions for conviction, not to mention, Jiang Yuan is still here.

Whoosh.

A Coaster drove into the parking lot. The door opened, and a row of technical police officers in white coats got off in one breath.

Everyone was in high spirits. Under Jiang Yuan's leadership, they specifically swayed around Xin Shengsi before going upstairs.

The second scene—the initial suspicion was the murderer's own home. Xin Shengsi rented an old, broken, and small place near the clothing market. The renovation might still be from 30 years ago. The tattered cement floor and the dirty white walls looked like time had reversed under the shining sun.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the floor casually and said: "The cement floor is relatively new, and the stains are also new. Something was originally laid on top, right? Ask the landlord."

The phone number was already prepared. The local criminal police immediately made a call, and after a moment, returned and said: "It was originally covered with floor leather, like this."

He had added the landlord on WeChat and asked for a few pictures of the room.

Sure enough, the whole house was originally covered with floor leather. It still didn't look good, but now it had all been torn off. Clearly, there was a special reason.

Jiang Yuan nodded, then put on a head cover and gloves, and stepped inside with shoe covers.

"Captain Jiang, I'll go first." Mu Zhiyang pulled Jiang Yuan, pulled out his gun with a click, and entered with two other criminal police officers.

In this kind of small house with one room and one living room, the places where people can hide are just under the bed, the bathroom, and the kitchen. But in such a small space, if someone is there, it's easy to get hurt if they resist. Mu Zhiyang tended to shoot them directly.

"Safe." Mu Zhiyang checked once and put the gun back into the holster.

Jiang Yuan entered the bathroom first to check.

The bathroom was exceptionally new, with white tiles laid from bottom to top. The toilet was also deathly white, and the usage marks on the water tank were very faint.

Jiang Yuan sniffed, then turned back and asked: "Compare the photos of the bathroom."

The local criminal police hurriedly brought his phone over, and saw that the original bathroom had yellowish tiles.

"Renovated." The criminal police said.

"More convenient, can protect the evidence inside." Jiang Yuan didn't care. Looking at the renovation level of this bathroom, it was either operated by a novice or done by the suspect himself. But it didn't matter; the larger the workload, the easier it is to make mistakes.