8. It is not easy for those who are clear to clear themselves
"Do you know whose it is?" Lu Weiwei was almost startled. Gu Chen's reasoning before made Lu Weiwei's eyes light up.
That was also done with enough clues. At least the photo of the tarantula played a key role.
But the situation is very different now.
There was only one counterfeit bill and three suspects at the scene. With these few clues, it would be too hasty to determine who the person who used the counterfeit bill was.
"Comrade police, do you really know who it is?" The fruit shop owner didn't believe it either. She felt like she heard wrongly just now.
The surrounding suddenly became lively.
Many onlookers looked at each other and murmured in low voices, and a few old men even talked loudly in private.
"This little comrade seems to be on his first day at work and doesn't understand the rules."
"Yeah, usually in this case, the other police officers coordinate and ask them to take a step back, and the problem is solved. But it's better for him to say that he knows who it is. Isn't this causing trouble for himself?"
"Today's young people really dare to speak big words. It seems that we were still modest in that era."
Lu Weiwei also heard these words and quickly persuaded: "Junior brother Gu Chen, if you are not sure, let everyone take a step back and forget it. After all, it is only a hundred yuan. Don't make mistakes on your first day in the field."
"Thank you, senior sister." Gu Chen didn't take it seriously.
While everyone was making a noise just now, Gu Chen had roughly made various inferences based on what he learned from the transcript, and finally calculated the most likely probability based on the actual situation.
Gu Chen also felt that something was a little abnormal today. In the past, his reaction would not be so sensitive.
Could it be said that this is another "master-level reasonable reasoning" at work?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Gu Chen already knew it.
"Sister, what do you think is different about this counterfeit banknote?" Gu Chen asked.
"The color difference is very big. Compared with the real coins, the color is darker." The fruit shop owner replied immediately.
Gu Chen then put the other five Mao Zedong sheets together with the counterfeit coins, and it was immediately obvious that the genuine and counterfeit coins were real.
"Wow, the color difference is so big." A seven or eight-year-old girl suddenly exclaimed.
There were many onlookers around, nodding their heads at this moment.
"That's right."
"The color difference is quite big."
"The color is much darker!"
Lu Weiwei asked curiously: "But does this have anything to do with people using counterfeit coins?"
"Of course it does matter." Gu Chen walked to the fruit shop proprietress and said with a smile: "This eldest sister has been in the fruit business for fifteen years. She has been dealing with money for fifteen years, so she naturally has a certain ability to distinguish between real and fake coins.
force."
The landlady nodded fiercely: "Yes, I was busy at the time and didn't know what was going on. After I finished loading the fruits, I felt that there was something wrong with one of the bills, so I immediately stopped the three people."
"Then what?" Lu Weiwei instantly transformed into a diligent and studious young monk, looking at Gu Chen with bright eyes.
Gu Chen smiled and said: "Even the seven or eight-year-old girl just now knows that the color difference is huge, so how could the fruit lady, who has been in business for fifteen years and deals with money every day, not know that?
Woolen cloth?"
The scene was in an uproar.
Lu Weiwei nodded fiercely: "Yes, what you said makes sense."
"So." Gu Chen continued to explain: "The only situation is that the truck driver who used a Mao Yepa coin made it impossible for the eldest sister to react to the real and counterfeit coins in a short period of time, while the other two used two Mao Yepa coins.
Grandpa, one used three Mao Zedong coins. If there are counterfeit coins among them, if they are put together and given to the eldest sister, the eldest sister will be able to identify them at a glance."
When Gu Chen said this, many people suddenly realized, feeling that the answer to the seemingly difficult question just now was suddenly revealed.
"Well...that's it." Lu Weiwei couldn't hide her excitement, pointing at the middle-aged fat man and said: "So, this fake Mao Grandpa belongs to you?"
"You... don't talk nonsense!" The fat man panicked and almost tripped over the roadbed: "This is just your speculation, it does not mean it is the truth."
"If you feel that you are wronged." Gu Chen looked at him calmly: "Then I have another inference, and I can be sure that this money is yours."
When Gu Chen handles a case, he will certainly not wrongly accuse a good person, nor let a bad person go. This is his principle in doing things.
He spread out the six Mao Zedong sheets on the cashier counter of the fruit shop.
"The hands of the boy at the construction site were very dirty, and he touched some tools with oil stains, so there were three pictures of Mao Zedong with some oil stains, and the boy stuffed them into his pockets at will, and the three pictures of Mao Zedong were very wrinkled."
Gu Chen put aside the three pictures of Mr. Mao that he had deduced, and then said:
"This lady has obviously done morning exercises. I see that you are still wearing sportswear and there are some sweat stains on your body, so the banknotes on your body will inevitably be wet with sweat stains. These two pieces of Mao Zedong should be yours."
While talking, Gu Chen placed the other two pieces of Grandpa Mao on the other side.
The fat middle-aged man's legs were already a little weak, and his eyes were timid.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Gu Chen asked him with a smile.
At this moment, even if the middle-aged fat man didn't say anything, the people around him would start talking heatedly.
"So the problem is so simple? Why didn't I think of it?" The fruit shop proprietress's face burst into laughter. She quickly held Gu Chen's hand with both hands: "Thank you, comrade police. I'm really sorry. For a hundred
I’ll give you 1 yuan to call the police.”
"There is nothing trivial about the masses. This is what we, the people's police, should do." Gu Chen smiled handsomely, and suddenly his mind was shaken, and with a buzzing sound, a line of text appeared in his mind again.
“New Achievement: Heartfelt Gratitude from Victims.”
"Achievement Statement: A victim's heartfelt gratitude is the greatest compliment a police officer can receive."
"Item reward: a primary treasure box."
Gu Chen breathed a sigh of relief and felt a full sense of accomplishment. He was able to quickly solve the problem for the first time in the field.
"And what could this elementary treasure box be?" Gu Chen got a little excited thinking about it, thinking that he would open it later when no one was around.
When I looked again, the current progress appeared in the task bar in the upper right corner of my sight and became (1/10).
The fact that the middle-aged fat man used counterfeit money is already a certainty. In the face of sufficient evidence, he can't even try to default on the money. The crowd has surrounded him.
Finally, the middle-aged fat man dropped another picture of Mao Zedong and left the scene in a panic.
Since the source of the counterfeit currency was difficult to trace, Gu Chen was unable to pursue the case further.
Moreover, a middle-aged fat man may also be the last victim.
Gu Chen put away the notebook, smiled at Sister Fruit and asked, "Is there anything else you need help with?"
"No, no, thank you very much, comrade policeman." The lady at the fruit shop was so excited that she didn't know what to say.
"Comrade policeman." The salesperson looked at Gu Chen with bright eyes and said with a red face: "I didn't expect you to be so efficient at work at such a young age?"
Lu Weiwei took the lead, shielding Gu Chen from behind like a hen guarding its food, raised her head and said, "This is what the people's police should do."
"Little brother, oh no, comrade police, thank you just now." The construction site boy also stepped forward to say thanks: "We have suffered too much on the construction site and don't want to be wronged."
"It is not easy for a person to be clean himself." Gu Chen said with a smile, showing eight white teeth.
Many people at the scene gave thumbs up. Just as Gu Chen rode on the police motorcycle and took Lu Weiwei back to the police station, there were still some whispers behind him:
"Are the current police recruitment standards for good looks so high?"
