Interpol Mission

The old-fashioned staircase is usually not too high, even if it looks like five or six floors high.

Zhang Tiehan's family lives on the third floor of unit 2, building 7, which is a very suitable floor for the staircase room. The lighting and ventilation are passable, and there is no need to climb too high every day.

Although the police and armed police soldiers of the police station have set up a cordon, there are still many people around the seven buildings.

It's all seven buildings. You can't stop people from going home.

However, compared with those "jubilant" melon eating people outside the warning line, the residents of the seven buildings have a more serious look, and many people are still with sadness and fear.

No matter whose neighbor's house has such a tragic murder, can't you be happy?

All of them were gathering Lang up the stairs.

The comrades of the county bureau were waiting at the stairway on the third floor. When they saw Lang Zheng, Dong Huaiyuan, Lu Zhi and others, they all said hello quietly and shook hands. No one could see a smile on their faces.

Only the director of Xuefeng County Bureau and Lang Zheng, Dong Huaiyuan, said a few more words about the case, shaking their heads as they spoke.

His face was heavy.

"Very sad..."

These are the two words that the county bureau director said most.

We put on white gloves and shoe covers meticulously at the door, and walked in silently.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a man in his 40s sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking depressed and sad, but not crying.

Dong Huaiyuan said to Lang Zheng, "director, this is Lao Zhang!"

"Lao Zhang, director of the Municipal Bureau has come to see you..."

After listening to Dong Huaiyuan's words, the middle-aged man in his forties with slightly sparse hair suddenly raised his head and straightened his body like a conditioned reflex. His momentum changed.

Ye Jiu nods secretly.

Although Lao Zhang has been away from the public security front for some years, he still keeps his temperament.

"Director Lang!"

Said Lao Zhang, hoarse.

"Comrade Zhang Tiehan, be patient with grief and be patient with change!"

Lang Zheng strode forward in a hurry and took the initiative to shake hands with Lao Zhang. He said heavily. He raised his hand and patted Lao Zhang on the back of his hand to show his comfort.

"Director Lang --"

Zhang Tiehan called again, choked up all of a sudden, and burst into tears. It seemed that the suppressed emotion finally found the reason to vent.

"I love her. She died so miserably. Comrades must solve the case as soon as possible..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, Lao Zhang. We will do our best and do our best."

Lang Zheng said repeatedly.

At present, the case is not clear, Lang Zheng can only say so, dare not give him too positive reply.

Sometimes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Lao Zhang, first of all, please stop mourning and help the comrades understand the case before..."

Dong Huaiyuan said in one side.

"Yes, the board of directors!"

Zhang Tiehan and Dong Huaiyuan are obviously more familiar with each other and seem to have great respect for Dong Huaiyuan. When Dong Huaiyuan said this, Lao Zhang immediately stopped his tears and even raised his hand to salute Dong Huaiyuan.

At this moment, Lao Zhang is still wearing police uniform, but hanging armbands of economic police.

Many veteran comrades who have worked in public security organs for many years have the habit of wearing police uniform. Even if Lao Zhang is the chief of the security section of Xuefeng gold mine company, he still likes to wear police uniform.

He is also the leader of the economic police force.

Ye Jiu is not foolishly standing behind the leader when the background board, has begun to look at the indoor situation.

Although it is an old-fashioned brick and tile structure staircase house, the interior is already a unit room design. The layout of three rooms and one hall has a practical area of about 100 square meters, which is relatively compact.

In those days, this was a very fashionable and avant-garde design.

Unlike most of the small and medium-sized state-owned enterprises, Xuefeng gold mine company has achieved good results in recent years.

Gold, after all, is not an ordinary commodity. It always keeps its value at any time.

As long as the gold mining company is mining and smelting everything is normal, the benefit will not be worse.

However, the decoration of Zhang Tiehan's home is relatively simple and crude. It is not as "resplendent" as ordinary people imagine. At most, it is a medium level.

A lot of furniture looks old.

I don't know whether it's because the economy is not too prosperous or because of frugality.

"Lao Zhang, where is the crime scene?"

Lu Zhi didn't even wait for Dong Huaiyuan to say a few more words of comfort and concern, so he interrupted the two directors and went straight to the topic.

"The scene is in the master bedroom, Luzhi, this way!"

Without waiting for Lao Zhang to open his mouth, a 30-year-old second-class inspector said on his own initiative.

Lu Zhi went there without saying a word.

The master bedroom is on the side of the living room, the door is open, and a strong smell of blood is coming.Printed into the eyes of the public, is a tragic picture.

On the bed of the master bedroom, lying on all fours was a white female corpse, naked all over. Blood had soaked most of the bed, and a small amount of blood even flowed to the floor, forming a small pool of purple black blood.

The female corpse was bound with her hands, her legs opened and twisted into a strange angle. Her private parts were in a mess. There were three stab wounds to the chest and neck.

With only a swipe in his eyes, ye Jiu comes to the conclusion that these three wounds are all fatal, and any knife can take a person's life.

Of course, in the shortest time the victim died, or the neck of the knife.

Without careful investigation, it can be judged from the eversion of the wound. The murderer's knife was extremely ferocious and directly cut off the great artery and trachea of the victim's neck.

Judging from the shape of the wound, it was caused by a professional knife.

A small knife with an ordinary blade that is not sharp enough can't cut so deeply. If you want to make such a wound, you have to cut more.

But the wound on the victim's neck was obviously a "one-time molding".

Even if you are a professional like Ye Jiu, you can only cut such a fatal wound with the "Wang's flying knife" made of refined steel inserted on the belt.

It can be judged from this wound that the murderer is "an old bird in the lake", not an ordinary person. I guess it's not the first time to do this kind of work.

Of course, it's not necessarily that the murderer had a homicide case.

Experienced old criminal police are well aware that many homicide cases have not even been discovered.

Ye Jiu once found the corpse of a homicide case that died more than 20 years. It can be concluded that it was homicide rather than suicide. But there is no clue at all. From the moment of discovery, it has become a pending case.

After being arrested for other reasons, many "big pirates" voluntarily confessed many crimes in the past. The public security personnel dug out the victims' bones in the hiding places provided by them.

At the beginning, such cases were dealt with as disappearances.