Although Mr. Ji seemed to be bragging and showing off, the introduction was very professional and comprehensive, so that there was nothing to add to Grandpa Gu, Mr. Wu and Han Chaoyang.

Miao Haizhu listened very attentively, but also felt a little sarcastic.

She has slept for a few hours in the past two days, and was interviewing and inquiring the rest of the time. Speaking of which, she was not a member of the task force at all. It was the first time that Mr. Ji introduced most of the situations that Mr. Ji introduced, and that was the first time she saw the video of the victim withdrawing money that Han Chaoyang was playing on his mobile phone.

Lao Dai, Lao Ding and Lao Tang stared at the video and thought about how to help the task force find the tall and majestic cripple man, even if we settled down, we helped the task force figure out the social relationship of the victim. Wu Junfeng, Wang Jiayong, Xiao Gu, and Mei Tiejun, who participated in the investigation of the major case for the first time, were very excited, and their ideas were more active than the other.

They said they were patrol members, but in fact they were all security guards and had no worries about speaking.

Xiao Gu looked at the good brothers sideways and couldn't help but turn back: "Uncle Ji, I believe that the suspect's height and weight can be judged by a few footprints. I don't think it's reliable to judge the suspect's age. To be honest, I really don't believe those experts and professors now, we can't be led into the ditch by those experts!"

"You Han Da has also asked this question. I can tell you very responsibly that experts and experts are different. The criminal investigation experts hired by the Provincial Department's Criminal Police Corps should not be wrong." Young people's ideas are good, and Lao Ji asked with a smile: "If there are any questions, just ask."

Mei Tiejun hesitated for a moment, got up and walked to the blackboard, pointed to a photo and asked: "Uncle Ji, will the murderer deliberately pretend to be limp and deliberately leave a limping photo to mislead us?"

"I asked Liu Suo this question in the morning. The trace experts from the municipal bureau and provincial departments of Liu Suo, including the criminal investigation expert mentioned just now, agreed that it is unlikely to pretend to be lame. Because there are more than one footprint at the scene, I didn't find a few footprints. Is there any photo here? Those footprints are on the river. From those footprints, the murderer was very calm when he threw the body. After throwing the body down, he squatted by the river and washed his hands."

"Wash your hands?" Xiao Gu asked in confusion.

"This is normal." Lao Ji took the cigarette from Wang Jiayong's hand, lit it and said, "After a person dies, he will be incontinent. When the forensic examined the body, he found that the victim's pants were full of urination and defecation, and there were traces of urination from his thighs to his shoes. It was hard to say whether he had touched the suspect's hands."

Miao Haizhu pondered: "The urination and defecation flowed all the way to the shoes along the legs of the pants. So the victim was carried to the river by the murderer, and it was standing upright!"

"This is possible, and it is extremely likely." Mr. Ji took a sip of cigarettes and suddenly said: "We can simulate it on the spot. I can't carry this old bone and can't stand your back either. Junfeng, Jiayong, you two try it."

"Okay!" Wu Junfeng was amused and stood up and said, "Jia Yong, I will carry you, you will be a corpse."

"I'll carry you, you're more like a corpse."

As soon as Wang Jiayong finished speaking, a group of brats burst into laughter.

They were all good brothers, and Liu Chengquan was the same during his lifetime. Han Chaoyang couldn't help but think of Liu Chengquan again and couldn't help knocking on the table: "Stop making trouble, just simulate it, and don't say those unlucky words."

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Jiayong, you carry me."

...

The two of them simulated on the spot and changed several positions.

In order to make it more realistic, Wang Jiayong even pretended to be limping when carrying Wu Junfeng on his back. Finally, he found that he was hunching his waist and leaning his hands behind his back, raising the inner side of Wu Junfeng's thighs with his hands behind him. To be precise, he was more stable, so that the person on his back would not slide.

"It should be like this." Old Dai looked back at Grandpa Gu and the other three and analyzed: "The arms of the deceased who were carrying the deceased may be hanging down, but the body will become stiff after death, and it should not sway left and right like Junfeng's arms just now. The suspect's hand happened to be stuck on the crotch of the deceased, which could easily get the deceased's urination and defecation of the deceased's pants, so after throwing the corpse, you have to wash your hands by the river."

Ji Kaiyuan nodded, signaling the two young men to return to their respective positions, and murmured: "It is easy to pretend to be lame, but it is difficult to pretend just right, because both feet are under force, the footprints left when carrying the corpse, the footprints after throwing the corpse, including the footprints squatting by the river washing hands, the footprints where the footprints are squatting by the river, the footprints of the two feet can be analyzed from the depth of the footprints, and the pairs of footprints can be compared to whether the murderer is pretending to be lame."

Miao Haizhu is very interested in these things, but she is more interested in how to find the murderer.

She put down her pen and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Ji, we know what you said, and the task force knows, the only thing they don't know is that the grass beside the septic tank has been pulled by someone. Is there any possibility that the murderer would climb up and rub the grass after washing his hands by the river?"

Mei Tiejun couldn't help but smile and said, "We have a five-guarantee household in our hometown. We never use paper to wipe our butts, just use grass. Since someone uses grass to wipe our butts, it is entirely possible to pull the grass to wipe the wet hands."

"I have considered this and discussed it with Lao Wu, and it has more than once."

Mr. Ji put out the cigarette butts, walked to the blackboard and pointed to the scene picture he painted, and analyzed it with a detachment: "There are two reasons why I suspect that the murderer originally planned to throw the body into the septic tank. One is that there are many hidden places near the fertilizer factory, and there is no need to find it deliberately. It is harder to find anywhere to hide it anywhere than throw it on the river. Why did he throw the body around the river? The second is that the murderer wanted to pull the grass and wipe his hands without needing to go to the septic tank. The river is full of grass, and it is not easy to go to the septic tank. You must know that he is a cripple and walks more than a normal person. He is more than ten meters back and forth. Why did he take this detour?"

"Then how do we check next?"

"Dai Da just said that we should keep a clear mind, and if we recognize it, we will go and check it. Don't be affected by the outside world. I think we will continue to investigate the situation according to this idea. The old employees of the fertilizer factory are still under the responsibility of me, Lao Wu and Lao Gu. You will be divided into the workplace and be responsible for the investigation of men around the fertilizer factory who meet the characteristics of the suspects. As far as I know, several children have gone to the fertilizer factory to play with fire before, which almost caused a fire, which shows that the residents nearby are familiar with the fertilizer factory."

Old Ji paused and continued: "In addition, Lao Wu and I found traces of homeless people living in the factory. If there are clues in this regard, we must find out the truth!"

Han Chaoyang was about to divide a job for everyone, but Jiang Xiaoquan, who had been trying to speak but couldn't get into the mouth, suddenly asked: "Uncle Ji, the task force also knew that the murderer was probably a cripple. You even analyzed the approximate height of the murderer, too heavy and age before. Sheriff Tang and Sister Miao were probably looking at this person these days. Their characteristics are so obvious, but they haven't found it yet. Don't you find it strange?"

Lao Ji was asked, and to be precise, he didn't know what he wanted to express.
Chapter completed!