Jiang Xinyu opened the door and walked in. A clerk stood up quickly and said, "Captain Jiang, are you okay?"
Jiang Xinyu looked around and said, "Where is your section chief?"
"Went to the restaurant for dinner, just left."
"Handwriting appraisal to see if it was written by the same person." Jiang Xinyu put the two envelopes on the table.
"When do you want the results?"
"Of course, the sooner the better. Remember, the content of the letter must be kept strictly confidential... Forget it, I'd better call your section chief back and I'll tell him directly."
"Yes!" The clerk didn't dare to delay and walked out quickly.
Jiang Xinyu took out a fine steel mold the thickness of his little finger from his pocket. On the bottom of the mold was a protruding number "1".
This kind of thing is mostly used in metal products, such as casting production date and other markings.
Jiang Xinyu has been to the Physical Evidence Department many times and knows that all physical evidence that needs to be identified is stored in the cabinet on the north wall. Because it is often taken out for study, the cabinet door is usually not locked.
There was a file bag inside the cabinet door. Jiang Xinyu touched it with his hand and found that it was in the shape of a gun. He immediately poured the gun out.
Sure enough, it was a Browning 1911. The silver-gray gun body was in dilapidated condition. If it weren't for the fact that it was an important piece of evidence, it would have been scrapped long ago.
In addition to the English letters of Browning on the gun body, there is also a string of Arabic numerals: 42051393. There is a large gap between the letters and the numbers.
Jiang Xinyu laid the pistol flat on the ground, pointed the mold at the end of the gun number, took out a small hammer from his arms, and knocked it down gently.
He didn't dare to use too much force. Firstly, he was worried that others would hear him. Secondly, if the new digital imprint was too deep or too shallow, it would still be visible to others.
Fortunately, this Browning has experienced bombing, and the gun body is somewhat deformed. The newly cast "1" does not look significantly different.
The current gun number has changed from 42051393 to 420513931. Although the difference is only one letter, there is a huge difference.
There were footsteps in the corridor. Jiang Xinyu had estimated the time in advance. It would take about three minutes to go from the evidence department to the restaurant and back again.
Three minutes is enough for Jiang Xinyu to do this!
The chief of the physical evidence section hurriedly pushed the door open and said, "Captain Jiang, are you looking for me?"
Jiang Xinyu patted the two letters on the table and said, "For handwriting identification, the contents of this letter must be kept strictly confidential. The case is very important. Try not to let other people know about it. Do you understand?"
"clear."
After Jiang Xinyu left the physical evidence section, the section chief opened the letter and read it. The content was that the head of the security group had colluded with bandits to resell cigarettes secretly.
Another letter is an official letter exchanged between the security regiment and the garrison headquarters. It has the signature of the deputy commander at the end. It needs to be verified whether the signature of the deputy commander and the report letter are written by the same person.
The section chief shook his head. Now is the time when the storm is at its peak. If the report is true, the security chief's military rank will probably be wiped out!
Section member: "Section chief, there are some clues about the Browning gun case."
"If I'm not wrong, it's Death Gun again, right?" The section chief put the two letters on the table and said, "Put aside other things and do a handwriting appraisal first!"
Clerk: "Based on the gun number, that Browning 1911 should be an officer's gun of the Yanjin Police System. According to the digits at the end of the gun number, the owner of the gun should be found soon!"
The section chief said in surprise: "It's not a death gun?"
"This is a preliminary investigation report." The clerk handed over a piece of letterhead.
In fact, even Wu Jingrong didn't have high hopes for this matter, thinking that it would most likely be a black gun.
The section chief opened the cabinet, took out the Browning pistol, and carefully read it against the investigation report, his face gradually darkened.
"This is your investigation report?"
"yes……"
"The gun number was copied wrong! Take it and rewrite it! Fortunately, it was not handed over directly to the deputy station director, otherwise I would be the one who got scolded!"
The clerk checked it and found that he had indeed missed a "1" and said repeatedly: "Section chief, I'm sorry, I will rewrite it right away."
"This is important physical evidence. The slightest carelessness can kill people! Be more serious in your work from now on!"
"yes!"
…………
afternoon.
The chief of the evidence section came to the door of the deputy station director's office, reached out and knocked on the door, "Tuk-tuk!"
"Come in!" Wu Jingrong's voice came from inside the room.
The chief of the evidence section pushed open the door and walked in. He put a document bag on the table and said, "Deputy station chief, the results of the Browning 1911 pistol have been found."
Wu Jingrong opened the document bag and took out the letter inside. He did not look at the previous investigation details, but went directly to the conclusion: the gun was not registered.
Wu Jingrong frowned and said, "Did you make a mistake? I remember that this gun has a gun number. Even if it is a death gun, why is it not registered?"
The section chief explained: "Deputy station chief, the first four digits of the gun number are the production date, and the following digits are the gun number. We checked and found that this gun was not registered."
"There is a gun number, but it is not registered... What do you think is going on?"
"I think it's a contraband gun!"
There is no difference between a smuggling gun and a death gun. The source of both can't be traced. Wu Jingrong waved his hand in disinterest, and the evidence section chief turned around and retreated.
"Tuk-tuk!" There was another knock on the door.
Wu Jingrong: "Come in!"
Sun Feng walked in, bowed and said, "Deputy station director, we have checked all the clinics that can perform surgical operations, and Bao Changyi did not show up."
"Didn't show up? So his injury is healed?"
Wu Jingrong could not hide the disappointment on his face. The two clues he had were broken, which meant that the Yushuling operation was a complete failure!
Sun Feng: "Could it be that Liu Ergui is exaggerating? Bao Changyi's injury is actually not serious."
Wu Jingrong pondered for a long time and said: "I don't think so! Lying will not do him any good."
Sun Feng thought for a moment and said, "Or else Bao Changyi saw the doctor and cured the injury?"
Wu Jingrong shook his head slightly and said: "The local doctor in the village seems to have a headache and a fever, but an injury as serious as Bao Changyi's requires surgery!"
"But, all clinics have been checked..."
"Starting from tomorrow, take Liu Ergui and check again. If you still haven't found anything, ask the doctor about this person as a family member of Bao Changyi!"
"Even if I inquired about it, I guess Bao Changyi would have left Yanjin long ago."
"A person who has just undergone surgery must at least recuperate for a period of time. Otherwise, he will walk with a limp. Such an obvious feature will not be recognized at a glance!"
"yes!"
Sun Feng hesitated for a moment and said: "Deputy webmaster, Chief Gao of the Accounting Section just asked about Liu Ergui's filing status. Look..."
Wu Jingrong snorted coldly: "He doesn't have the courage. Someone is trying to trip me up. Don't worry about him. If anything happens, just let them come to me!"