civil forensic

Chapter 950 Survivors

Chapter 950 Survivors

Snapped!

The bright little flame stretched its waist and chest and licked upwards, spilling out thick heat from the center of the millstone to the surroundings, warming the policemen sitting in a circle around it.

An old policeman inserted a thick iron skewer with beef on it into the gap drilled on the stone mill. The beef trembled twice and was then licked by the flames.

Dozens of meters away, a dozen suspects were tied up in a row beside the railings. They sniffed the aroma from below eagerly, their stomachs growling. Someone said boldly, "Killing people is not enough. If you want to execute them, at least give us a full meal."

"Didn't I just give you some rice with toppings?" The guarding criminal policeman didn't carry a gun, but only an electric baton, and stared at the suspects with sharp eyes.

The police's transfer capacity is limited. In a village of hundreds of people, every single one of them has to be sent back in handcuffs. Ordinary police cars would require too many escort officers to transport them. The armed police's military vehicles or command vehicles like the Mengshi are not willing to let these mushroom people sit. So they can only specially dispatch prison vans and buses. The roads here are not easy to travel on, so many suspects are detained.

However, the police investigation itself also requires the interrogation of some suspects. Apart from the slightly heavier task of custody, the other tasks are not troublesome.

Of course, the suspects will always feel unhappy.

As soon as someone started to make a scene, the tortured suspects started to make a scene, saying, "The rice with toppings is too small, there's no meat in it, we want to eat barbecue too!"

"Barbecue?" The police officer wanted to say that you may only have one more chance to eat barbecue in your life, but now you are still in the wild, provoking suspects is usually prohibited, there is no need to anger these desperate people, or make them feel more desperate. The police officer thought for a moment, holding the electric baton, and said, "Don't shout first, keep quiet, I will ask for you, okay?"

The noisy criminal suspect had already prepared himself to be beaten, but when he heard the guarding police officer say such a human word, he was stunned for a moment.

The guard pressed the power button on the radio and switched to a channel: "Captain, Captain, this is Li Gu. The prisoners want to eat barbecue. Do you want to make some for them? Over."

"I didn't even have any barbecue to eat! That was for Captain Jiang and his men, and the one who was grilling the meat was a first-class police inspector. Over!"

"I'm Li Gu. Um... let's find two third-level police inspectors to grill some meat. The rest are young people. They will have to eat prison food when they go back. I don't know when the next time we can have barbecue. Over."

"Got it. You're looking for trouble for me. Over."

The police officer on guard had his intercom on the radio, and all the mushroom people under guard heard the conversation between the two, and their mood suddenly became depressed.

The suspect who had just started the commotion also felt bored and said, "Barbecue is not that good, there's no need to prepare it for us."

"If you have it, you have it. If you don't, forget it." The guarding police officer didn't say much. He couldn't say he had sympathy for these suspects, he could only say he treated them equally. And for people nowadays, asking for some meat is not an excessive request.

For a moment, all the mushroom people lost the desire to speak.

"Fuck!" someone shouted, as if wanting to vent.

The people around him were too lazy to agree with him.

"It would be nice if I could have just one more cigarette. I wouldn't have to think about all this." A person at the end of the line muttered to himself.

For a while.

Meng Chengbiao brought the barbecue, came over with a smile, and shared it with everyone.

Some people took it and ate it, while others didn't want to eat it and refused.

Meng Chengbiao didn't care. Some skinny people really don't like food. In addition, taking drugs can easily reduce appetite. After taking drugs, many drug addicts not only lose their appetite, but also all desires, and they just want to take drugs. Many religions have experience in using drugs to cause trouble. The history of marijuana can be said to be a history of the development of religious soul-stirring drugs.

"Thank you." Someone was eating barbecue, as if a little bit of morality and nature had suddenly awakened.

"You're welcome. If you like, I'll have someone send some more." Meng Chengbiao silently wrote down the other party's number. This interrogation was very arduous and important, and it would be even better if there were more breakthroughs.

Jiang Yuan ate several pieces of barbecue, then followed the evening convoy back to Changle City.

There is still a lot of work to be done in Qishanzhai. Just the search, excavation and sorting of evidence alone would take at least one or two months, with the input of dozens of people, and it would not be completed. But these did not require Jiang Yuan's continuous input.

In other words, the Changle Municipal Bureau was reluctant to put Jiang Yuan, who was acquired with a large sum of money, into such trivial work. They could not afford such luxury.

Jiang Yuan himself didn't have to worry about so many things. After returning to the guesthouse of Changle Municipal Bureau, Jiang Yuan fell asleep immediately. When he woke up the next day, he found that he was still staying in a suite.

I got up, checked WeChat, tidied myself up, and hurried downstairs.

The captain of the Criminal Police Brigade, Lang Heng, and others were in the restaurant, drinking tea and chatting while waiting for Jiang Yuan.

"Political Commissar, Lang Zhi..." Jiang Yuan, who got up early, didn't have much emotional intelligence: "Are there any more cases? There are quite a few cases in Changle City."

Lang Heng laughed out loud: "Captain Jiang has a sense of humor. However, the issue of riding a mountain copycat is something we did not expect. Thank you Captain Jiang for lifting the lid on this for us. Next, we will take big actions at both the city and county levels."

"What a big move." Jiang Yuan was really curious. The problems reflected by the mountain riding counterfeit could not be solved by sending police a few times.

As long as the mushrooms here become famous, there will always be people who come to try them again. But as for eradicating them, it is not so easy to walk through the mountains and forests until there are none left.

Lang Heng laughed twice and said, "In this regard, we actually have experience, as well as the experience left by our predecessors."

"Oh? Can you tell me?"

"It's okay to talk about it. Frankly speaking, it's actually not worth much." Lang Heng paused, and after collecting Jiang Yuan's attention, he said, "The plan is to build roads. This year we are going to build roads in these remote towns, especially some natural villages that are far away from the administrative villages. We will build asphalt roads for them."

Jiang Yuan was surprised: "What's the logic behind this?"

"The average monthly income for those who grow these hallucinogenic mushrooms is about 3,000 to 4,000 yuan." Lang Heng looked at Huang Qiangmin next to him and said, "Once the road is repaired and the transportation problem in the mountains is solved, more things can be grown, and mushrooms are not the only valuable things in the mountains."

Jiang Yuan nodded, not quite understanding.

Lang Heng coughed twice: "We can't arrest all the people."

This is the part about social governance. Huang Qiangmin asked with interest: "Will your police department pay for the road repair expenses?"

"No, until the road is repaired, our task will be even heavier." Lang Heng said, grabbing Huang Qiangmin's hand and saying seriously, "That's why we need more help from our brother units."

Huang Qiangmin pulled his hand out of Lang Heng's clutches and said, "Let's talk about the case. If you keep doing this, we will have to pay for consulting fees in the future."

"Already have." Lang Heng said calmly.

"Hey, you've already received the consulting fee?" Huang Qiangmin changed his tone and said, "I'll see what name to change later."

Lang Heng laughed, knowing that although Huang Qiangmin's words were quite harsh, he was actually reasonable. Otherwise, he would have taken Jiang Yuan to the capital long ago, and there would be no need for him to stay in Shannan Province for a long time.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Lang Heng turned around and had someone hand Jiang Yuan a PAD. He then said, "We have actually reopened the 430 case once. It was an old case from 10 years ago. The victims were a mother and a daughter who died at home. The medical examiner determined that the cause of death was strangulation. There were no signs of rape. Valuable items were stolen from the home, and the door locks were damaged. What's more special is that there was another victim at the scene, who was 8 years old at the time and was the youngest son in the family. He was hidden in the closet by his mother at the time and survived."

Jiang Yuan listened while scanning the photos of the scene on his PAD, frowning: "In other words, the survivor is 18 years old?"

"Yes, the child back then has grown up now. I feel guilty for coming to my house." Lang Heng drank a sip of tea, shook his head, and continued: "The initial suspect in this case was actually the victim's husband. He had a history of domestic violence and his alibi on the day of the crime was not complete. However, the traces left at the scene do not support this judgment. In addition, the surviving child said that there were two perpetrators on that day. All signs indicate that the perpetrator is someone else..."

(End of this chapter)