After going ashore at the funeral home, I relied on prophecy to solve the case and save myself

"When will the results be the soonest?"

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at the phone anxiously.

It has been more than half a day, and there is no news from Shi Chong and others. It is estimated that Zhu Bingquan's arrest will be suspended.

"Not soon, at least five days. The J fluid sample has been left for a long time, and most of the cells have been decomposed. There is no way to apply conventional cytological examination."

Xiao Zhu in the lab shook his head.

Five days are long or not, and whether they are short or not.

But according to Zhu Bingquan's current cooling-off period, even if the laboratory results come out in time after five days, new victims may have appeared.

Zhu Jiangjiang walked back to the office slowly, feeling a little confused.

It seemed that the lack of sleep last night had an impact on her work. She vaguely thought of something, but she still couldn't grasp the context of the case.

"Come and see this."

Dr. Ye waved to Zhu Jiangjiang in the office.

The evidence bag contained a hairpin, which was found by the Lanshan City Police when they searched the Manjushri Temple.

When it was discovered, the issuing card had just fallen under Chen Fang and Wang Fang's altar.

"The laboratory tested the DNA of Wang Fang and another unknown woman on this hairpin. I don't know much about your girls' views on fashion, but I always feel that this hairpin is not in the same style as Wang Fang's dress. What do you think?"

Dr. Ye pushed up his glasses, and turned to Zhu Jiangjiang with his knowledge-seeking eyes.

This is a butterfly hairpin wrapped with a rose-red ribbon, about two or three centimeters long, with a little bear embedded in the center of the hairpin.

To sum up the appearance of this hairpin in one sentence, it is childish and earthy.

"It really doesn't look like Wang Fang's."

Zhu Bingquan never left any clothing and accessories for the victim every time he threw the body, so where did this card issue come from?

Could it be that there was a third person on the scene?
Until more evidence is found, this can only be a guess.

"Peter Pan is here, why are you looking for me? Do you want to eat fried chicken together?"

Lan Bo walked in through the door with a smile and carrying fried chicken and milk tea.

Zhu Jiangjiang opened his mouth and was about to say something when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration!
Maybe they should think about it from another angle. Although they don't know what kind of disease Zhu Bingquan has, they at least know that Zhu Bingquan is seriously ill.

"Is there a way to retrieve the medical records of all Zhu Bingquan's relatives and friends? I want to see it."

Back in the data room, Lan Bo's fingertips flew quickly on the keyboard, and after a while, a long list of records was called up.

"Delete minor ailments such as colds and diarrhea, and eliminate accidents such as sprains and fractures," Zhu Jiangjiang said.

The starting time is when Zhu Bingquan was released from prison.

As the search scope continued to narrow, the more than 30 pages of medical records instantly became two pages.

"Come on, see for yourself."

There were more than 20 entries in the two pages of medical records. Lan Bo stepped aside and left the computer for Zhu Jiangjiang to check. He took the opportunity to eat fried chicken.

With a glance at ten lines, Zhu Jiangjiang quickly found what he was looking for.

Zhu Bingqian, Zhu Bingquan's cousin, the two have been inseparable since childhood. Ten years ago, they were sentenced to two years for assisting Zhu Bingquan in committing a crime.

The same square head and pointed ears, except for the darker skin, Zhu Bingqian's photo looks very similar to Zhu Bingquan's appearance.

Importantly, Zhu Bingqian was diagnosed with early stage prostate cancer six months ago.

"The records show that Zhu Bingqian chose to give up treatment completely after trying for a month, but he still goes to the hospital regularly to buy painkillers."

Zhu Jiangjiang calculated according to Zhu Bingqian's recent medication dosage, and found that about two days later, it was the time for Zhu Bingqian to go to the hospital to buy medicine again.

The pain in the late stage of cancer is unbearable. In order to ensure the efficiency of his next "work", "Zhu Bingqian" will definitely go to the hospital to get medicine on time.

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at Zhu Bingqian's recent consumption records, and he had a certain idea in his heart.

"How can you be sure that Zhu Bingquan was caught that day? Isn't it Zhu Bingqian who went to the hospital to get the medicine?"

With fried chicken in his mouth, Lan Bo searched out Zhu Bingqian's registered address and the Lanshan City People's Hospital he used to visit with one hand, and sent the location to Shi Chong.

"Let's see if the captain can find Zhu Bingqian." Zhu Jiangjiang slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Zhu Bingqian's account only has collection records, but no consumption records.

The collection records are all the transportation fees settled by the slaughterhouse or frozen meat merchants, and the only expenditure is to withdraw cash.

Rather than saying that this is Zhu Bingqian's consumption record, it is better to say that this is his cousin's consumption record.

……

It was eight o'clock, and there were many pedestrians on Luyang Road, all crowded on the safety island waiting to cross the road.

"Beep, beep, beep."

The green light is on.

Zhu Jiangjiang yawned, rubbed his eyes, and was about to lift his feet.Suddenly, she realized that someone beside her had tripped and fell straight to the middle of the road!

Before he had time to think, Zhu Jiangjiang quickly blocked and hugged him with sharp eyes, and narrowly snatched him back.

"Ouch!"

The old man rolled aside with the strength of being pulled back, and Zhu Jiangjiang was almost dragged to the ground because of lack of strength.

"Ouch! My leg hurts so much, I'm afraid my leg will break."

The old man had gray hair and a stooped figure, lying on the ground with his legs hugged and whimpering in pain.

Zhu Jiangjiang managed to stand still. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but think of his grandma. He was anxious and bent over to check.

"Which leg is injured? Shall I take you to the hospital?" Zhu Jiangjiang asked.

"Left leg, left leg hurts. Whoops!"

As Zhu Jiangjiang's hand slid on his leg, the old man couldn't help but trembled.

"Is this the right leg?"

Zhu Jiangjiang was stunned for a moment, guessing that the old man might not distinguish between left and right, she reached out and wanted to touch the old man's left leg.

Unexpectedly, this would be extremely painful. The old man rolled around holding his leg, and refused to let her touch it again.

"Oh! It hurts me to death, you little girl, don't you believe that I really fell, and insisted on pressing hard on the wound. I died, and my leg was broken!"

The old man kept crying out in pain. There were already many people on the side of the road, and they were all attracted to him unconsciously, forming a circle around him.

"No grandma, I just..."

Just wanted to see what went wrong, is it a sprain, dislocation or fracture?
Do I need to call an ambulance, or do I need to immobilize before going to the hospital?

"Oh, this little girl is really indifferent. She knocked the old man down and wanted to clear up her responsibility."

"No way, isn't there a lot of people who touch porcelain now? Maybe this old man fell down by himself."

"How is it possible? I just saw her accidentally when she was crossing the road and knocked the old lady to the ground. I stood behind her."

Zhu Jiangjiang couldn't argue with everyone's chattering remarks. Seeing the old man writhing in pain and unwilling to cooperate, she stood up and planned to call an ambulance directly, but found that the trousers were held tightly by the old man at some point ——

Zhu Jiangjiang understood in an instant!

"Ouch! My hand!"

The old man rolled over and put his hands in his arms. Those who didn't see clearly thought that Zhu Jiangjiang stepped on the old man's hand when he stood up, and they couldn't help but blamed him.

"Don't even think about running, you want to run away after bumping into someone?"

A tall and thin young man stood in front of Zhu Jiangjiang full of righteous indignation.

"I just wanted to make a phone call for an ambulance."

Although he was a little impatient, Zhu Jiangjiang had no choice but to explain in a gentle tone because it was obviously a trick.

"I don't want to go to the hospital, I want to go home! Ouch! It hurts me! I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm sick all over my body at this age. Once I enter the hospital, I won't be able to get out."

The old man lay on the ground moaning, although his voice was weak, but the volume was just enough for everyone to hear clearly.