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Chapter 64

Jiang Wenchi was stunned: "Could it be that the organization still slipped through the net?"

Qin Chuan shook his head: "If it's someone from that organization, they won't spend a lot of time strangling people to death if they can solve it directly with a gun."

Jiang Wenchi nodded: "I've always found this very strange. Since there are guns, why don't you just use them to kill people? If you deliberately tortured the victim, just giving him two shots and then choking him to death seems a bit light. I always Feel……"

When Jiang Wenchi said this, he paused and frowned, as if he was very uncertain about his own analysis.

Qin Chuan: "It's okay, let's talk about what comes to mind first."

Jiang Wenchi: "I always feel that this gunshot wound is like an oolong."

Li Yiran was shocked: "Oolong? What do you mean?"

Jiang Wenchi nodded: "It's like when you killed someone for the first time, there was an accident. When you killed someone for the second time, in order to copy the process of the first time, you added a gun."

After Jiang Wenchi finished speaking, he seemed to feel a little outrageous, and shook his head uncertainly.

Li Yiran and Zhang Xuan also showed expressions of disapproval at the same time, as if they felt that such an accident in a serial murder case was absurd.

Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, but said: "Perhaps there is such a possibility. When the suspect was dealing with the corpse of Zhai Lao, although he had put on makeup and tidied up, there were still some problems with his clothes being buttoned incorrectly and shoelaces scattered."

Jiang Wenchi nodded: "Yes. At that time, I thought it was probably the first time he killed someone. Although it was a planned murder, he should have been nervous and inexperienced when he started and even disposed of the corpse."

"The gap between the two killings was very short, the suspect did not have a cooling-off period, and the method of killing this time did not make much progress. Because Li Jiaji was younger and stronger than Zhai, there was an accident that there was a fight and even almost alarmed the fruit farmers."

Qin Chuan continued to analyze.

Jiang Wenchi continued to think along Qin Chuan's words: "The fight was an unexpected situation for him, so he left in a hurry, without even caring about cleaning up the footprints and blood. But he was still on the most critical strangle marks and gunshot wounds, Restored as much as possible the murder method of the Zhai Lao case?"

Qin Chuan nodded, took out his phone and called Chen Mo.

"Section Chief Chen? Well, the test results of the blood-stained dander in the suspect's nail crevice can help me expedite it. I have another question. Is the gunshot wound on the arm of the deceased Li Jiaji a wound during his lifetime or after death? Has it been extracted?" Fingerprints?"

"okay, got it."

Qin Chuan hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Wenchi: "Section Chief Chen said that the gunshot wound on Li Jiaji's left arm was a life-time wound, but the wound on his right arm was a post-mortem wound. The two gunshot wounds on Mr. Zhai's arm were both It was a post-mortem injury. And the suspect should have committed the crime wearing gloves, and no fingerprints were extracted."

"Injured after death? Shot twice in the arm after death?" Li Yiran scratched his head speechlessly, "What kind of operation is this?"

Zhang Xuan also smacked his lips: "The perverted behavior is becoming more and more incomprehensible these days, is it really an accident?"

Jiang Wenchi didn't continue to dwell on this problem, she noticed something even more strange: "If Li Jiaji's right arm was injured after death, it should be shot after being strangled to death under the orchard tree. You can't tell the difference between a gunshot and a dog or cat fighting?"

In the middle of the night, the fruit growers' self-built houses are lit, and the sound of the TV inside can be heard outside the house.

Jiang Wenchi and his party came outside the house, looked around, and knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door for a long time, but there was still no movement in the room. Everyone looked at each other with some concern.

Just when Jiang Wenchi raised his foot to open the door violently, the door creaked open.

Jiang Wenchi staggered and fell forward, Qin Chuan quickly grabbed Jiang Wenchi's collar by the back of his neck and slipped him back.

The inertial force Jiang Wenchi threw forward immediately turned into a backward lean, leaning straight on Qin Chuan's firm chest...

These muscles are really stiff...

Jiang Wenchi sighed with emotion, stood firm and evacuated quickly.

Everything happened in a flash, but it did not escape the eyes of Zhang Xuan and Li Yiran, who were on the front line of eating melons.

The two of them winked for a while, and there was a strange laugh in their throats. In the middle of the night, this movement still sounded a little scary.

The fruit grower, who was full of alcohol, was completely sleepy after being disturbed by them. He rubbed his hair irritably, and said impatiently, "Comrade police, didn't you ask me this afternoon? I said everything I needed to say. It's the middle of the night." Yes, if you don’t catch the murderer, why are you looking for me again?”

At this time, there was a sudden burst of gunshots on the TV, the sound was so loud that it made people's ears ring.

Zhang Xuan and Li Yiran looked at each other, and looked at Jiang Wenchi with some embarrassment: "Little Jiang, did he confuse the sound of the TV with the gunshot yesterday?"

Jiang Wenchi frowned and looked into the room.

The main room has a simple structure, a sofa bed, a TV, a table, and nothing else.

And the table was full of wine bottles at the moment, which reminded Jiang Wenchi of Na Chun's table.

"Excuse me, you also drank and watched TV at home last night, did you sleep without turning off the TV afterwards?" Jiang Wenchi asked.

The fruit grower nodded: "Yes, there are not many things in the field these two days, so I just have a drink. What's the matter?"

Jiang Wenchi: "Who knows your habit?"

Guo Nong's wine has not yet woken up, and he is a little confused: "What habit?"

Jiang Wenchi: "Drinking alcohol, turning on the TV and watching gangster movies to sleep, this is a habit."

The fruit farmer blinked: "No one seems to know about it. I have always been alone, except for the elderly at home."

Jiang Wenchi: "Then have you ever invited friends over to your house?"

The fruit farmer thought about it carefully: "Not really. My friends, no matter how good my friends are, I won't sleep together."

Jiang Wenchi persevered: "Recall carefully, is there any other situation where you lived with someone and fell asleep after drinking and watching TV together?"

The fruit grower was obviously a little annoyed, but seeing Jiang Wenchi refused to leave because he couldn't ask, so he went in and sat down, thinking about it carefully.

Jiang Wenchi and others followed in politely.

Jiang Wenchi looked around and saw a folding camp bed in the corner, and asked, "You live alone, what is that bed for?"

The fruit farmer glanced at the camp bed and said without hesitation, "When the farming season is busy, temporary workers will be hired for them."

Jiang Wenchi: "Will the temporary workers spend the night here?"

The fruit grower shook his head: "Normally not, but I will take a lunch break here."

Jiang Wenchi: "Do you drink during the day?"

The fruit farmer said loudly: "When the alcohol addiction hits, just take two sips, and don't pick anything during the day or night."

Jiang Wenchi: "Can you tell me who are your temporary workers?"

(End of this chapter)