A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 9 009 case series (3)

Tao An is shrewd and cares a lot, but his small business relies on three or five documents to make a fortune, otherwise he would not be able to support his family. There are some minor disputes with guests and friends, but not to a fatal level. There is no suspicious person at present.

In the book shop, Yeats wrote down the word 'holiday' on a piece of paper, then turned around and asked, "Catcher Hu, have you found the missing property of the Tao family?"

"No." Hu Butou said: "I searched for pawnshops and underground black markets, but I couldn't find them."

After thinking about it, Yeats said, "Catcher Hu," and asked Mr. Pei to use that murder knife. "

"You want to find the fingerprints on it?" Teng Chong said, "Lu Sicheng checked it himself, but he couldn't see it."

Master Lu can't see it, but it doesn't mean Yeats can't see it. During this period of time, she has checked a lot of information in the book store. In ancient times, fingerprints were used to handle cases, but these are dominant fingerprints, which can be seen with the naked eye. In fact, most of the human fingerprints are invisible when they fall on objects. You need to use certain substances to see them.

Teng Chong asked a silly question: "Could it be that you take it to pray to God and worship Buddha, hoping that Buddha will bless the murderer to appear?"

Yeats gave him a white look.

Teng Chong's face turned red with a bang, and he roared in his heart. I said this guy is a jerk, why does his eye wave look like a woman's, and he fled, and went back to Dali Temple to apply for evidence-a kitchen knife.

Pei Jingning heard that Yeats wanted to use it, so he approved it.

Last time, Teng Chong helped Yeats pay the membership fee, and rented a private room in the bookstore, which was used by her for the whole month. The family was full of women, so it was inconvenient to take Teng Butou back, so he used it as an office.

Fortunately, Teng Butou is from Dali Temple, and the people from Shusi didn't say anything.

Yeats found graphite, crushed it into powder, and took fingerprints from the kitchen knife. When he arrived at the scene that day, because the scene was too scary, and An Lingniang was kneeling beside him, the kitchen knife had not been touched by anyone except Lu Sicheng.

When spreading the toner, she was very worried that there would be too many fingerprints on the handle of the knife. She was afraid that overlapping or being covered by palm prints would not get effective fingerprints. When the graphite powder floating on the surface was gently blown away by her, several obvious black marks were left on the handle of the knife.

Yeats was overjoyed, and quickly sealed the graphite powder with tung oil, went to the morgue, and compared it with the fingerprints of the Tao family. Some of them belonged to the cooks of the Tao family.

She speculated at least ten times about the knife marks of the deceased being cut, the traces of the scene being turned over, the messy footprints on the ground, and the social relations of the deceased.

The murder case was complicated and did not capture the murderer's height, physique and criminal psychology.

The case didn't make any progress at all. In the case of ten fatal cases, the Holy Majesty put pressure on Dali Temple, and Dali Qing put pressure on Sicheng Lu. Master Lu not only interrogated An Lingniang, but also arrested An Lingniang's family members.

Yeats blocked Pei Shaoqing, who was about to come down, at the gate of Dali Temple: "My lord, the Tao family was definitely not killed by An Lingniang."

"Where's the evidence?" Pei Shaoqing's eyebrows were long and narrow, revealing the coldness of a superior.

Yeats wanted to say that there was no An Lingniang's fingerprints on the kitchen knife, but she said at the scene that day that An Lingniang was no longer the murderer, and Dali Temple still grabbed An Lingniang.

For these people's official career and to close the case, if the murderer cannot be found, anyone may be the murderer!

Yeats suddenly felt breathless, and pursed his lips, "My lord, there are still three days."

"You also know there are only three days."

"My lord, please trust me." He is not tall and thin, but his words are crisp and manly, "My lord, I want to apply for two people from you."

Pei Jingning's husband was taken aback, a person who is not from Dali Temple dared to ask for someone, "You are Teng Butou's assistant."

"My lord, time is running out, I want to split up with Teng Butoubing."

This came prepared, Pei Jingning frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Yeats smiled: "My lord, I chose Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan."

Mr. Zheng looked at his lord in surprise, the one surnamed Ye looked like a little weak chicken, and he actually found two weak ones, could it be that his brain is sick?
"leaf……"

"My lord, my name is Yeats."

"Yeats, are you sure you chose these two for the chopper case?"

"Yes, my lord!" Yeats replied affirmatively.

Pei Jingning looked at Teng Chong.

Teng Chong shouted in his heart, it wasn't my idea, I dared to ask Yeats to borrow someone from Shaoqing, he just chatted with Little Brother Ye casually about the gossip in Dali Temple, this guy wants these two people.

He also didn't understand why Yeats wanted these two people.

Pei Jingning showed no expression, "Mr. Zheng, make arrangements for him."

"Big……"

He waved his hand, and Zheng Wenxuan handed it over to someone to do it, and the formalities were completed soon.

Mr. Zheng was puzzled: "My lord, although Yeats' father is a police officer, she has continued to work for a few days, but this is how to solve the case? I have found an old and a young policeman who has no foundation. I am afraid it will be difficult to find out the kitchen knife case!"

"Whether the case can be solved or not is all his business." Pei Jingning replied coldly.

In public, but he himself said that he would enter Dali Temple.

On the way home, Teng Chong was very puzzled, "Brother Ye, why do you want these two people? Do you really want to handle the case alone as a police officer?"

"Not alone, but I thought of a possibility."

"What's possible?" Teng Chong asked curiously.

Yeats did not reply to him.

Teng Chong had no choice but to split up with him.

Ye Zhi took Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan to investigate the possibility of speculation.

Yang Fuquan was about the same age as Yeats, a half-child, heartless and heartless, walking beside Yeats, smiling and walking, and after a while, the two became acquainted.

Qin Dachuan followed behind the two boys with a blank expression, looking left and right, like a casual man shopping.

Walking on the busy street, Yang Fuquan couldn't help asking: "Yeats, where are we going?"

Yeats turned his head, "Uncle Qin——"

Qin Dachuan withdrew his gaze and looked at him.

She smiled and asked, "How do you think a little thief will get away with it after making a fortune?"

After Qin Dachuan exchanged glances with him, he looked at the bustling shops and restaurants on the left and right, "Those who like to gamble will gamble, those who are lustful will go to kilns, and those who are delicious will go to restaurants."

While walking, Ye Zhi followed Qin Dachuan's eyes and looked around, like a lazy man doing nothing.

"Then what kind of place can you gamble, and after the gambling, you can have a whore, and after the prostitution, you can eat, drink, and enjoy life?"

Qin Dachuan stopped and looked straight at Yeats.

Yeats smiled: "Uncle Qin's strong point is to understand the corners and corners of the capital, and understand the ups and downs of the capital."

Before today, Qin Dachuan was like a transparent man in Dali Temple. Everyone thought he was cowardly and useless. When he went out to investigate cases, he only had to run errands or sit on guard.

To be sent out today to handle a case with a powerless and powerless commoner, it's just... I feel so cold inside, how did I get to this point!
In the gossip of Teng Butou, Qin Dachuan is just an inconspicuous errand catcher. In Yeats' eyes, he is simply a loose-leaf map and a navigation app!
"How dare the little thief kill ten people to enjoy it?" Qin Dachuan asked back.

Yeats asked back: "Who said the little thief is a murderer?"

(End of this chapter)