Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 177 Jedi Pursuit ([-])

Zhou Hai, who was awakened by the alarm, shook his sore neck, rubbed the bridge of his nose and put on his glasses.

Looking up at the clock, the pointer has already pointed to five o'clock in the morning. He quickly got up and walked towards the dissection room. The deceased's thumb was still soaked in the Lufair solution. At this time, the elasticity of the fingerprint should be restored.

Pushing open the door of No. [-] dissecting room, Zhou Hai groped on the wall for a long time but couldn't find the switch. He simply turned on the flashlight on his phone and walked towards the microscope stage. There was a switch there, which could directly turn on all the lights on the south side.

Just when Zhou Hai walked up to the microscope stage, a little fluorescent light flashed. Zhou Hai thought he was dazzled, so he raised his mobile phone and pointed at the location where the fluorescent light flashed just now. After a careful look, he didn't find anything. finger in the solution.

But thinking of Zhou Hai’s hand reaching for the switch, he paused, turned the phone behind his back, and looked carefully at the console. Sure enough, a little fluorescence could be seen in the beaker of Lufeier’s solution. Zhou Hai rotated the beaker. At that time, the fluorescence became more obvious, and the luminous position also appeared in front of Zhou Hai.

It turned out that there was some kind of fluorescent substance mixed in the fingernails of deceased B, which could be clearly seen from this angle, and a half-moon-shaped fluorescent trace was very obvious. Zhou Hai quickly turned around and turned on the lights around the room, and took his finger out of the solution.

Pulling over the huge rocker arm of the magnifying glass, he used tweezers to dig out the dirt and impurities in the nails bit by bit. Perhaps because of soaking, these substances became much softer, and Zhou Hai pulled out a part of the dead skin as a whole. .

Zhou Hai put these substances on the glass slide, and turned on the high-power microscope, so that he could see the true face of this thing. This should be a kind of paint, which can be completely submerged in the crevices of the nails of the dead, and can also be fused with all impurities. Together, this shows that it was in a liquid state at that time.

So, what jobs for the dead require exposure to fluorescent paint?
Do you still need to operate electric welding frequently?

The door squeaked, Zhou Hai raised his head from the microscope, and Xiaoliang came out of the dressing room with his hair upside down, holding his mobile phone in his hand and looking towards Zhou Hai.

"Brother Hai?
My God scared me to death, why did I think it was a supernatural event? "

Zhou Hai looked puzzled, looked at the surgical gown on his body, and frowned at the appearance of his bare feet wearing slippers.

"You didn't go back last night?"

Xiao Liang, who was in a dazed sleep, scratched his hair, "I started to help Brother Xu watch the surveillance, and then I got so sleepy that I went to the locker room to sleep."

Zhou Hai put the paint mixture on the glass slide into a small box, wrote the items to be tested with an oil-based pen, and then handed the box to Xiao Liang.

"Chu Menghan left someone here. You ask him to drive you to Dr. Nan Wudao's studio. I want to know where this fluorescent paint is commonly used. In addition, you tell Dr. Nan that there are two places on the deceased's hand. Burned by electric welding, he should be engaged in related industries."

Xiao Liang was taken aback, with a bitter look on his face.

"Ah! At this hour, Dr. Nan and the others are here?"

"Yes, Director Liu has already called to take care of him. Dr. Nan and the others have sent people to stay behind. I will call him as soon as you leave, so as not to waste time, go!"

Xiao Liang lost his mind when he heard such an arrangement, took the box to the dressing room, put on his coat and rushed out.

Zhou Hai picked up the finger of deceased person B, looked at the fingerprints, it seemed that the oil stains had softened, and started cleaning along the lines of the fingerprints with a soft cleaning brush.

After scrubbing it several times, most of the heavy oil stains were removed. Zhou Haituo printed his fingerprints and began to upload them to the information database for screening.

Time passed by, the search and comparison continued, the door was opened again, and the fat man walked in swayingly, and handed Zhou Hai a cup of coffee.

Looking at the compared dialogue window on the monitor, he shook his neck.

"This person's fingerprints are very worn, even if they are cleaned, it is not easy to compare them."

He took a sip of coffee while talking, Zhou Hai didn't refute, smelling the strong aroma of coffee in the cup, his mind instantly cleared up a lot.

Just then there was a 'ding' sound, and the monitor stopped.

The two quickly walked towards the monitor, and a fingerprint with a similarity of 72% was found. The fat man quickly intercepted the information, and the fat man suddenly realized when he saw the fingerprint kept in the household registration.

"This person must have injured his finger when he took his fingerprints on the household registration. It happened that there was a scab here, so the position of the center point is a little different from now."

As he said that, the fat man had clicked on the person's identity information.

Wang Yanming,
male,
Born in 1953, 52 years old,
widowed,

Address: No. 133, Wanjiatuan Village, Xiguozhuang Town, Changhe District, Southeast City

There are four people in this household registration book. The head of the household is Wang Yanming's father, and the other is Wang Yanming's younger brother Wang Yanzhi and younger sibling Wang Yuling. The relationship between Wang Yanming and the household head is marked as the second son.

Zhou Hai had already taken out his mobile phone, took a picture of this page of information and sent it to Chu Menghan on WeChat, and the phone rang just after sending it, and it was Chu Menghan who called.

"The fingerprints of the deceased match?"

"Well, this is the information I found. Do you know the exact location?"

Facing Zhou Hai's questioning, Chu Menghan raised his voice several times.

"I don't know my jurisdiction. It's just that this household registration address is very far away. It's almost to Mocheng. I'm going to go there now."

"In addition, I found some fluorescent paint in the nails of the deceased. I have sent it to Dr. Nan Wudao. Combined with the burns from the electric welding, I think he can give a direction. I will contact you when I have news."

*****
The car drove into Wanjiatuan Village in Guozhuang Town, and the policemen who had been waiting at the entrance of the village had already got out of the car, and Chu Menghan quickly jumped out of the car when the car stopped.

"Don't talk too much, do you know Wang Yanming?"

An older policeman nodded, "Yes, he is the second son of Wang Yuchuan's family."

Chu Menghan was overjoyed, "Does he live in the village?"

The man shook his head, "I come back during the holidays and usually live in the city."

Chu Menghan waved his hand, "Take me to see his house!"

Of course, the man had no objection, and drove towards the village again, and soon came to Wang's house. The whole village was remodeled and planned, with uniform courtyard walls, fences, drains, and greening in front of the gate. It was clean and spacious at all. The dilapidation of the village.

Getting out of the car again, looking at the closed gate of the courtyard, Chu Menghan winked at the policeman in the jurisdiction, and the man went up to knock on the door knowingly, and it took a long time before anyone answered.

A woman came out to open the door and saw a lot of policemen, she was so frightened that she didn't know what to say for a long time.

"You~
You~"

The district police walked over.

"Sister, don't be nervous. Let's check a person's household registration. Does Wang Yanming live here?"

The woman nodded.

"Yes, that's our second elder brother, but he doesn't usually go back to the village."

Chu Menghan narrowed her eyes, "If you don't go home, where do you usually live? Is there a house elsewhere?"

(End of this chapter)