524: Chapter 482 Licking the Room 524: Chapter 482 Licking the Room The drug trafficking situation in so regions of China remains incredibly severe, so much so that the ard police at highway checkpoints carry glaring long guns.
On the other side, drug dealers in the cities generally keep a low profile, like rats living underground, only startling people on rare occasions, and not appearing within the view of the general public.
Even for criminal investigation teams, if they don’t develop special informants, it’s common to have no drug-related cases to report when it’s ti to complete their tasks.
Therefore, the detectives from Changyang City were slightly excited upon hearing information about drug traffickers.
Bai Jian, however, couldn’t care about that and imdiately said, “The focus of this case still lies in the murder.
We currently have two main directions for investigation.
First, we need to uncover as much as possible about Wang Xingzhai’s network of social relationships.
Second, Wang Xingzhai should have at least two mobile phones, probably registered under different nas, which we also need to find.”
Everyone nodded in agreent.
Nowadays, mobile phones, in a sense, have taken on the properties of their owners.
Through mobile phones and verification codes, one can almost modify and control all of a person’s information, as well as their channels of communication with the outside world.
With the help of the Network Security Brigade, it was easy to secure the information of the mobile phone number registered under Wang Xingzhai’s na, including text ssages, as well as information within chat applications like WeChat, Momo and Tantan.
The contents were basically sexting…
Regarding Wang Xingzhai’s consumption patterns, he must have so source of inco.
If Wang Xingzhai really was a drug trafficker, then him having a second or third phone wouldn’t be surprising at all.
If they could find his other mobile phones, the case would relatively be easier to solve.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Bai Jian imdiately began assigning tasks.
Jiang Yuan volunteered to go to Wang Xingzhai’s ho for investigation.
Cri scene investigation was originally his forte, and as for other tasks like investigating hotels, looking for prostituting females, or checking night clubs for “hot chicks” and “rich brothers” based on WeChat contacts, Jiang Yuan wasn’t that interested, so he left those to others.
Renheng Binhu.
The landlord of the apartnt rented by Wang Xingzhai arrived earlier than the officers and stood in front of his property, not daring to enter.
The officers had already alerted him with a phone call, and the middle-class with assets, as always, were quite obedient.
Mu Zhiyang asked a few routine questions, took a simple statent, and then ca to report to the neatly dressed Jiang Yuan, saying, “The landlord doesn’t seem to be a problem.
He’s an employee of a local state-owned enterprise.
Four years ago, he sold the welfare house allocated by his previous employer and bought a new one from Renheng, rented it out after renovations for 180,000 yuan a year.
That’s higher than my salary!”
“The rental yield here is quite good,” Jiang Yuan comnted with a professional eye.
Mu Zhiyang, rembering Jiang Yuan’s background, abruptly stopped the complaint that was almost blurted out, cleared his throat twice, and said, “Wang Xingzhai probably only intended to live here a year.
After visiting night clubs, he would go to hotels, and only a few familiar bed buddies were brought over.
It’s likely that he would have moved sowhere else after breaking up.”
“If his identity is confird, without the hassle from bed buddies, he would also change places intermittently,” Tang Jia, who was originally from Changyang City’s police force, also ca to the scene.
Jiang Yuan just nodded and then allowed the residential community’s security guards to act as witnesses.
He himself, accompanied by two Changyang City trace evidence investigators, began the cri scene investigation.
The ho of a bachelor, at first glance, appeared to be quite simple.
A bachelor who remains single six tis a week is also a bachelor.
Wang Xingzhai also employed a dostic helper, but that was mainly for sweeping and mopping floors, tidying things up, nothing more.
Toothbrushes and combs in the bathroom easily yielded DNA, and bedsheets, floors, and nightstands were also the focus of the search.
Jiang Yuan also carefully wiped down all the hanging cabinets.
His work was slow, his markings precise, which to the other two trace investigators seed a bit too ticulous and ti-consuming.
Jiang Yuan wasn’t phased.
He didn’t co from a traditional forensic background nor had he been guided by a forensic master.
His approach was purely technical thinking, or rather, he relied on strong technique, a flurry of standard attacks, and because of his high output, even the trace investigators following him, with ten or twenty years of experience and special techniques, could only silently follow suit without speaking.
They said nothing and had no desire to talk.
A blitz might sound sowhat weak, but carpet bombing is a bit more impressive.
When Jiang Yuan conducted his forensic investigation, it was akin to carpet bombing, sweeping from start to finish, with no technique, no emotion, just pure output after output.
This was sothing ordinary forensic investigators found challenging to achieve; they couldn’t keep up with the efficiency and actually lacked the ticulousness—what Jiang Yuan did to one wardrobe, what he sampled, might take a level 2 forensic investigator covering an entire two-bedroom apartnt.
In addition, it would require the cooperation of a laboratory.
Jiang Yuan worked on serious and cold cases, where multiple tis the normal demand for testing is quite standard.
Naturally, an average forensic investigator wouldn’t have such clout.
It took Jiang Yuan just over four hours to complete a sweep through Wang Xingzhai’s ho.
Before leaving, Jiang Yuan stopped and called the landlord over, asking, “I rember you said that after the renovation, it was rented to Wang Xingzhai and there were no previous tenants, right?”
“None.”
“The dining table and chairs in there seem to show quite a bit of wear,” Jiang Yuan pointed out, referring to a table with six chairs.
The dining area was connected to the living room, with the kitchen right next to it.
The table was positioned lengthways, backed up to the kitchen.
There were three chairs on one side, adjacent to the living room, which were very conveniently placed and could be used at any ti.
The side against the kitchen was a bit more cramped—in case there were no guests, the two chairs furthest in would likely go unused.
However, the two outermost chairs at the table clearly appeared to be frequently used, with significant dragging marks on the chair backs and legs, which were also one of the focuses of Jiang Yuan’s earlier evidence collection.
It was probably due to Wang Xingzhai’s daily dining habits.
But the innermost chair also showed excessive signs of use, which was a bit illogical unless Wang Xingzhai had a particular favorite posture that often required the aid of a chair—even so, to frequently use the innermost chair was a bit too peculiar…
Concerned only about his own involvent, the landlord glanced over and quickly said, “The dining table and chairs were bought by himself.
The kitchen and dining room stuff, they were all brought by him.”
“Take them out and examine them again,” Jiang Yuan signaled the cara to move forward and keep filming.
When the two innermost chairs were taken out, it was clear that the inner chair had been used more frequently.
While the middle chair still had so frayed edges, the legs of the inner chair were already worn.
During the earlier evidence sweep, Jiang Yuan and his team had noticed this, but after careful observation, they found no issues and conjectured that it might be due to changing the positions of the chairs, without looking too deeply into it.
However, after scouring the four-bedroom, two-living-room house and finding nothing illegal, it was ti to circle back and start suspecting the earlier minor discrepancies, like this set of table and chairs.
Two trace investigators, along with Mu Zhiyang and three others, turned the chairs over and studied them for several minutes, but they did not find any hidden compartnts or chanisms.
“Seems like nothing’s wrong?” One of the trace investigators, after twisting and turning the chair, decided it was ti to give up.
In the anti, Jiang Yuan was also observing the marks on the chairs, growing more and more convinced sothing wasn’t right.
Without attempting to locate any chanisms himself, he simply said, “Split it open.”
So devices are so cleverly disguised that even high-level trace investigators may not be able to find them.
Not to ntion the intricate and beautiful woodwork of ancient China, just take a child-proof pill bottle or a Listerine mouthwash bottle; many people would struggle for minutes unable to figure out the correct way to open them.
For more sophisticated devices, like certain special models of Zippo lighters, it’s normal for soone unfamiliar with them to fumble around for a long ti without knowing how to light them.
But a search is not simply a ga of puzzles; it’s a truly open-world ga.
If Jiang Yuan felt sothing was off with the chair, he could split it open to look inside.
The best outco would be finding sothing; if not, then so be it—it wouldn’t matter.
It’s harder to say for modern units with a positive image, but back in the day, whether it was the Japanese military, the puppet soldiers, or spymasters conducting searches, they did much the sa.
One of the trace investigators fetched a chisel for trace evidence and with a few cracks, smashed open one of the chair’s legs.
It was empty.
Without a word, he continued to smash the second leg.
With a crack, the leg split open, revealing a tal structure inside and more significantly, several bags of white pills.
“Take pictures, collect evidence, make a call,” Jiang Yuan ordered, feeling a touch of relief.
At least there was so payoff.
From his perspective, this indicated that the murderer’s main cover-up effort was indeed on hiding the body; once the body was found and the source confird, the erasure of upward-tracing clues wasn’t as ticulous.
At the sa ti, the system page updated again:
Mission Progress: 352/X
It had increased by two points since Jiang Yuan last checked.
Jiang Yuan’s gaze towards the two trace investigators softened quite a bit.
The two trace investigators were filled with high spirits and excitent.
The investigator holding the chisel even showed off a bit of flair, taking it as a new discovery that pleased the leader and recognition of his own professionalism.
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