After hanging up the phone and finishing their meal, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun returned to the hotel.
Zhang Fan returned to his room, practicing and thinking about where to start to find the murderer.
"Brother Fan, it's time for dinner..." In a flash, it was dinner time, and Huang Qingyun called out from outside.
Zhang Fan made a closing gesture, slowly opened his eyes, got out of bed, and came to the living room.
Huang Qingyun ordered a large table of skewers and a box of beer.
"Brother Fan, come and sit down. Only when you are full can you have the strength to work..." Huang Qingyun asked Zhang Fan to sit down and said with a smile.
Zhang Fan was also hungry. After sitting down, he and Huang Qingyun started eating and drinking.
After Huang Qingyun drank a large glass of wine, he put down the glass heavily, looked at Zhang Fan and asked: "Brother Fan, I want to visit my father in a while. Can you help me contact Dahua and ask Dahua to ask grandma?
situation?
In the afternoon, my mother called me, crying all the time, saying she missed my father."
Every time Huang Qingyun meets Zhang Fan, Huang Qingyun will ask Zhang Fan about his father's situation. Judging from Huang Qingyun's appearance, Huang Qingyun's father's health has been developing for the better, but he has never left life.
Danger.
"Okay, I'll contact you to see what's going on now and ask if you two can go take a look.
However, Dahua, Lin Qingling, and grandma have always been very mysterious, and I don’t know if I can contact them."
Zhang Fan first replied, and then asked, "Should we contact you now or after you return?"
"If you go, you have to finish the things here. You can go after meeting Haoming. Let's contact you after you get back."
Huang Qingyun said.
"Well..." Zhang Fan nodded.
"By the way, Brother Fan, are you sure about the direction to find the murderer?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"confirmed."
Zhang Fan replied, "I see this is how the case report describes the wounds of the deceased. After forensic investigation, the heads of the first four families were severed with knives, and the heads of the fifth family were also severed with sharp weapons.
But it’s not a sharp weapon like a knife, but more like a sickle, and it’s also accompanied by iron filings, so the tool must have been polished.”
"I also remember this passage."
Huang Qingyun also read the four A4 pages in his spare time, and then continued, "There are many factories that manufacture knife instruments, and there are also many factories that manufacture sickles. Therefore, people in the special department did not use murder instruments before.
Let’s start with this aspect.”
Zhang Fan nodded and said: "In the afternoon, I checked the specifications of the most commonly used sickles in recent years, and compared them with the close-up photos of the wounds in the photos. According to my understanding of the human body structure, that specification
A sickle cannot cut such a wound."
As a soul healer, Zhang Fan's understanding of the human body has reached its peak. It is not difficult for Zhang Fan to determine the shape of the instrument that caused the wound.
Neither forensic medicine nor so-called modern instruments can do this.
“Wouldn’t that be the most commonly used sickle?
But a sickle of other shapes?”
Huang Qingyun answered.
"I also had this idea at that time. In order to verify this idea, I compared it with the wound and drew the shape of the device that caused the wound bit by bit."
As Zhang Fan said this, he handed the A4 paper to Huang Qingyun.
The victim only had his neck cut off, and the diameter of the neck was only about ten to twenty centimeters, so Zhang Fan could only restore the shape of the vessel to this length.
"I did farm work several times when I was a kid. Doesn't this look like a sickle?"
Huang Qingyun frowned and said.
Zhang Fan had lived in the countryside until he was eighteen years old, and he knew the shape of a sickle. Then, Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone again, "Look at this..."
"Jin Ge..." Huang Qingyun said with surprise after seeing the pictures on his phone.
Then, Huang Qingyun took the A4 paper and compared the shape of the vessel drawn by Zhang Fan, and it happened to match the middle part of the Jin Ge.
“This fifth family was killed by Jin Ge?
!”
Huang Qingyun looked at Zhang Fan and said.
"Yes..." Zhang Fan nodded, "I contacted Fang Liang and asked him to help me look up the places where Jin Ge is made. Jin Ge is not used at all in modern society, so there are only two Jin Ge manufacturers in the country.
, there is one in the northeast, and there is one in the northwest, and this one in the northwest is in Jibao City. The one in the northeast has taken away almost all the orders from the film and television bases, and the one in the northwest has not even been able to get the soup from the film and television industry.
Under such circumstances, this company in the northwest is still producing Jinge because it can provide customization services of patterns and colors to some cold weapon enthusiasts, and it is more exquisite than the products produced by the company in the northeast.
The jingo that killed the fifth family was still stained with newly ground iron filings, and it was a new item. The factory in Jibao City is relatively close to here, so I feel that the jingo that killed the people should have come from this factory."
"Well, that makes sense."
Huang Qingyun replied, and then continued to ask, "Brother Fan, have you determined the location of this factory?"
"Okay, at this location..." Zhang Fan opened the map software.
"It's only more than ten kilometers away. It's too close."
Huang Qingyun said.
"We'll go there early tomorrow morning."
Zhang Fan said.
At 8:30 the next morning, the two of them arrived at the door of the factory, but the guard did not let them in. This was the factory's rule. Therefore, Zhang Fan had no choice but to say something to the comrades from the police station.
Call.
As soon as he heard that it was a case, the guard immediately cooperated and notified the leaders to receive Zhang Fan and the others. The person who arrived was the vice president of this small business, surnamed Wang.
Mr. Wang invited Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun into the office and made tea for them. "Comrades, what can I do for you?"
"I know that you provide customized gold coins. Please check for me. Who took gold coins from you before the 15th day of the eighth lunar month last year."
Zhang Fan said bluntly.
"good."
Mr. Wang agreed very happily, and then began to look for the bottom of the ticket. While searching, he smiled and said, "You two can take a look in my office. If you like, you can also customize some."
While Mr. Wang was cooperating with the investigation of the case, he also did not forget to promote his own products.
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun took a look at the cold weapons placed in the office and found that they were indeed very beautifully made.
After about five minutes, Mr. Wang said: "Two comrades, we found a man named Li Qiang who took a golden ge from us on August 14th last year. The shape of the jinge is
Such."
As Mr. Wang spoke, he handed the receipt and photo to Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun.