Strongest Worker

"Wake up, wake up!" Wei Guanglin raised his hand and patted the police officer of the technical section who was dozing off. "Play the video again."

"Captain, it's almost time to get off work. How many times do you have to watch it?" the policeman raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, complaining wearily.

"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Linlin snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, turned around, picked up the disposable water cup on the table, drank a sip of water, raised his head and blinked his bloodshot eyes, "I don't believe Li Qing is innocent. There must be a problem."

Standing up from his chair, Wei came to exercise his muscles and bones. He stretched out his hand to smoke again, but suddenly found that the cigarette box was empty. He had been sitting in the technology department all afternoon and watched the video of Jin Dabao's accident again and again. It was getting dark outside.

"Are there any more cigarettes?" Wei asked the policeman.

The police officer of the technology department glanced at the dozens of cigarette butts at Wei's feet, shook his head, and finally said what he had always wanted to say: "the technology department forbids smoking."

"Forget it." Wei Linlin didn't notice the policeman's complaint. He drank all the water in the cup and sat down again, "play it again."

The policeman rolled his eyes and could only admit bad luck. It seems that he can't get off work on time today. He replayed the video again and yawned with one hand on his head while Wei was watching.

The light of the screening screen is reflected on Wei's face, showing an extremely unhealthy luster and a strong sense of fatigue. However, his professional habits developed over the years made him extremely focused. He stared at the video on the screen without blinking. He had watched the video many times.

His wrist suddenly tightened, flattened the disposable water cup in his hand, and then his body leaned forward slightly. His voice was mixed with unspeakable excitement and tension: "stop! Stop!"

"Ah?" the technical police officer of Shenyou tianwai came back and hurriedly pressed the termination key with a blank face.

Wei Linlin bounced up from his chair and hurried to the policeman: "go back and move forward a little bit. Yes, this is it..."

Under the guidance of Wei's presence, the police officer pushed the video backward and finally stopped in the confrontation with Li Qing in front of the French window one second before Jin Dabao fell down the building.

Wei Guanglin poked the image of Li Qing on the screen and asked in a deep voice, "can you enlarge his right hand?"

"Yes." the policeman nodded, immediately intercepted part of the video and began to enlarge it.

"No, it's not clear enough." Wei Lin shook his head.

The police officer responded while crackling on the keyboard: "technical processing can be done to increase the definition through layer image filtering."

"Hurry up." Wei's presence seemed to grasp the extremely important key point and urged immediately.

With the police's technical processing, the image was gradually clear. Wei Linlin stood behind the police officer, clenched his teeth tightly, and a green tendon on his forehead jumped more than once.

"Captain, is this OK?" the policeman wiped the sweat on his forehead and raised his head.

Wei Lin nodded: "put it back again. I want to see his consistent action."

"HMM." the policeman nodded, and immediately the technically processed video began to move forward.

Wei Linlin stared at the computer screen. His face suddenly changed: "right here, play it again! Do you see? His fingers are moving!"

The video clip was replayed again. Sure enough, the moment before Jin Dabao fell down the building, Li Qing twisted his finger on his right hand. Although this action was extremely slight, it was recorded by the surveillance video.

With excited brilliance jumping from the bottom of his eyes, Wei Lin asked in a low voice, "can you see what's in his hand?"

"No, this is the maximum." the police officer of the technical section shook his head.

"OK, you save this video and I'll go to the crime scene." Wei came and patted the policeman on the shoulder, turned and pulled his coat out.

"We can finally get off work!" after Wei Guang left, the police officer of the technology department leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Guanglin took the car downstairs and drove directly to Jinlong group. Forty minutes later, he had arrived under the office building. After showing his police officer's card, he was let in by the security guard on duty.

Because of the accident of boss Jin Dabao, Jinlong group has left work early, and the whole office building seems dead at the moment. Wei arrived at the top of the building by elevator, reached out to pull off the seal on the office door, and walked in.

Press the light switch with a click, and the office lights up instantly. The ground had been cleaned, the broken windows had not been changed, and the cool night wind blew into the house.

After two rounds in the room, Wei came and half knelt on the ground and examined it carefully inch by inch. He believed that Li Qing must have used some method to make Jin Dabao slip at the critical moment, creating the illusion that he fell down the building. The heaven's net is broad, and there must be evidence left over.

With the passage of time, the clock on the wall ticked. Wei linxu was too attentive. He accidentally hit his head on the desk with a "bang", and the corner of his mouth hurt severely.

He reached out and rubbed his head, and sat directly on the ground. After thinking for a while, he suddenly had an idea about his desk. The people in the technical section of the police station are careful. If there is anything missing, it is under this table.

Thinking of this, Wei came down and reached under the table.

Suddenly he touched a slippery thing. Wei was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled it out. When he got it in his hand, he found that it was a used Durex packing bag.

"Shit!" Wei Linlin couldn't help scolding and whispered bad luck. It seems that Jin Dabao didn't do anything good in the office. Otherwise, how could there be such a ghost? No wonder he secretly installed surveillance cameras in the office. It turned out to be a pervert who stole them.

After taking two breaths, Wei Lai bent down again and reached under his desk. This time, after some exploration, he finally pinched a hard round little thing.

Take out your hand and look at the light. It's a very ordinary white shirt button.

"Button?" Wei Lin frowned slightly, as if he had grasped something very important.

"This button should be on Li Qing's shirt..." Wei Lin murmured, with a sudden flash of inspiration in his mind. Jin Dabao fell back in such an incredible arc. From the video, it's like a natural reaction caused by a sudden heavy blow to his knee. Is it this small button playing tricks?

Wei's visit to the video at the time of the crime has been seen many times and has a deep memory of all the details inside. After Li Qing forced Jin Dabao to the corner, he did have an action to tidy up his shirt. Could it be that time, he pulled off the button and held it in his hand, and then hit Jin Dabao's knee at the critical moment, Which caused him to fall down the building?

"Li Qing is the murderer!" Wei's eyes slowly strengthened. Although this small button is so inconspicuous and his reasoning seems like a myth, Wei's presence is deeply impressed by Li Qing's skill. He absolutely has the ability to do such a thing!

If Wei's conjecture can be confirmed, even if Jin Dabao is responsible for a considerable part of his death, Li Qing is also to blame. It was the button he hit at the critical moment that made Jin Dabao's muzzle deviate from the direction, broke the glass and fell into the building to die. This is a murder with ingenious layout!

Wei's presence was lost in thought, but a series of slight footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the office.

"Hmm? Someone's coming." Wei was alert for a moment, and at this time, the footsteps outside disappeared again. The man in the corridor seemed to see the light from the office and stopped.

Wei Linlin pulled out his pistol and was about to get up from the ground. The footsteps in the corridor sounded again. Immediately, the door of the office was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in his vision.

"Oh, Captain Wei arrived before me." Li Qingyi said with a smile at the door.

"Li Qing, why are you here?" Wei Lin stood up and stared at Li Qing.

"I went to pick someone up. I happened to pass by the downstairs of Jinlong group and came up on the way to have a look." Li Qing picked up his eyebrows slightly. Li Qing pointed to the gun in the hand of the guard and asked with some banter: "are you... This?"

With a cold hum, Wei guanglai pinned the pistol back to his waist: "the crime scene has been blocked, don't you know?"

"I know. I'm afraid when I think about things during the day. I almost lost my life here. Who knows how I came up just now." Li Qing nodded and turned around. "Since captain Wei is here, I won't bother. See you later."

After saying that, Li Qing turned around and wanted to go, but suddenly he heard the gloomy cry of Wei coming behind him: "Li Qing!"

"Ah?" Li Qingyi looked back and was surprised. "Captain Wei has any instructions? Is it difficult to achieve? Because I broke into the crime scene, I have to take me back to record my confession again?"

Wei Lin sneered and raised the button between his fingers: "Li Qing, did you come back to find this thing?"

The pupil suddenly contracted, Li Qing's complexion changed slightly, and immediately recovered as before. He shook his head immediately: "I don't understand what you mean."

"Still loading? Dare you say this button is not on your clothes? Li Qing, where's the shirt you wore this morning?"

"The clothes are dirty. Of course, we have to change them. What's more, I don't know where I lost a button." Li Qing shrugged helplessly. "Ha ha, I didn't expect the button to fall here and was picked up by Captain Wei. But now for me, this button has no value at all. After all, the clothes have been thrown away. If you like it, keep it yourself."

(happy New Year's day, everyone must have fun. By the way, steamed stuffed buns ask for a monthly ticket ~!)

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