Chapter 5: Prove your innocence and make a military order
Coming to the lobby again, Qin Shaobai felt inexplicably depressed.
Today was supposed to be an internal interrogation, so there were no people watching outside the door.
This is also good. Qin Shaobai is most afraid of seeing the villagers pointing fingers at him, and is most worried that Qin Xiaowan will burst into tears when she sees him.
Song Ci was sitting in the lobby, Magistrate Li was sitting on the right side, and Luo Baotou was standing aside.
"Qin Shaobai, you said you have clues to provide to me?" Song Ci asked loudly, "What clues are they? We must find them from the facts."
"Sir, I wonder how the investigation of your case is going? Have you found out that this case has nothing to do with me?"
"Qin Shaobai, my lord is asking you for any clues, but you are questioning my lord. Why don't you kneel down and answer my lord's question?" Luo Baotou angrily yelled.
Song Ci waved his hand to stop the arrester and walked down from the lobby: "Qin Shaobai, Xiao Hong saw it with her own eyes. You argued with the drunk man, and then the drunk man was stabbed to death. How can you say that we have nothing to do with you?"
What about the relationship?"
"Master Song, I believe you have also found out that the drunkard's fatal weapon was a dagger. There is no fingerprint of mine on the dagger. It can be seen that I did not touch the dagger at all."
"Fingerprint, what?"
Song Ci looked confused, and Master Li on the side also looked confused.
Qin Shaobai understood that Song Ci still didn't know that fingerprints could solve the case, and he felt more uneasy in his heart.
Since fingerprints cannot be used as evidence at this time, it naturally cannot prove that he has nothing to do with the death of the drunkard.
It seemed that he could not escape this disaster.
Qin Shaobai only felt that the four big characters on the high hanging hall were mocking him, which made his vision blurry.
No, how can I sit still and wait for death? Even if I am sentenced to death, I must die with dignity.
Qin Shaobai then raised his finger: "Look, sir, the lines on this finger are called fingerprints. Everyone's fingerprints are different."
"How do you know that everyone's fingerprints are different?" Song Ci was obviously attracted by Qin Shaobai.
Qin Shaobai simply stood up, and Song Ci did not stop him.
Qin Shaobai walked to his master, diluted the black ink with water, then dipped some black ink with his finger and pressed it on the white paper.
"These circles are called fingerprints." Qin Shaobai pulled Song Ci, "Look, the pattern on my finger is a conch. The so-called conch means that the pattern is closed."
Song Ci watched with interest. Suddenly he dipped some light ink on his finger and pressed it on the paper.
"Sir, you are so smart." Qin Shaobai gave a thumbs up, "Look, your fingerprints are completely different from mine, right?"
"That's true." Song Ci nodded, "But how do you know that the fingerprints on this dagger are not yours?"
"It's very simple. We can take out the fingerprints and compare them."
"Get it out?" Song Ci frowned, "How can you get fingerprints on the dagger?"
"Sir, don't listen to Qin Shaobai's nonsense. I have arrested so many prisoners, and no prisoner has ever said anything about fingerprints or not." The arrester glared at Qin Shaobai fiercely and said anxiously: "Young Master Qin.
Bai, why don't you tell me something useful to get rid of your guilt?"
No, I said, my dear Mr. Taishan, isn’t this fingerprint discrepancy the most favorable evidence for me?
"Since you are so sure, let's compare the fingerprints you mentioned."
Song Ci asked someone to hand over the murder weapon, the dagger.
When Qin Shaobai saw that there was nothing on the outside of the dagger, he was immediately held up by Luo Baotou. He knew that something was wrong - there should be at least three or four people's fingerprints on the dagger.
"What's the matter? The dagger was brought, but you looked helpless. Could it be that you were just fooling me?"
When Qin Shaobai saw Song Ci's grimace, he secretly screamed.
No matter how weak the evidence to prove one's innocence is, it is better than nothing.
Qin Shaobai gritted his teeth and was about to take the dagger, but turned back: "Sir, please prepare a pair of gloves, some graphite powder, and a small brush. I will be able to reveal the fingerprints on the dagger right now."
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"Qin Shaobai, don't act recklessly." Luo Baotou was anxious and panicked.
"Captain Luo, please let Qin Shaobai try it. I also want to know if there is any way to see the fingerprints on the murder weapon."
As soon as Song Ci said these words, no one dared to hesitate anymore, and soon everything Qin Shaobai wanted was in place.
Qin Shaobai put on his gloves, poured some graphite powder on the dagger, covered the graphite powder with an extremely soft white powder, and then gently brushed the white powder with a small brush.
Song Ci, Mr. Li, and Luo Baotou all held their breaths and watched Qin Shaobai brushing it over and over again. Sweat dripped from Luo Baotou's face. Suddenly he shouted, "Sure enough, sure enough
There are fingerprints showing up."
Qin Shaobai's clenched heart finally calmed down. Fortunately, he was particularly interested in evidence when he took the criminal investigation class, and he also knew some methods of extracting fingerprints. Otherwise, he would have finished this time.
"Master Song, look, there are several fingerprints here, which means that several people have touched this dagger. But, look, none of these fingerprints are the same as mine, which also proves that I have not touched this dagger."
Song Ci nodded slightly: "It seems that you were indeed wronged, but I can't say you are not guilty based on this fingerprint alone."
"Master Song, I am really unjust. You said that I rebelled against wealth, but the Jiaozi on the drunkard's body is still there, which shows that the person who killed him was not motivated by wealth."
"Even if it's not for money, it must be for love or enmity." Mr. Li interjected.
Song Ci frowned and said nothing.
"Sir Song." The headman fell to his knees with a plop, "Sir Song, Shaobai did not seek to make progress before and deserved death. But since Mr. Song made him a night watchman, he
He has completely changed his past, and he takes special care of me and Xiaowan. He and the drunkard are strangers, and he will definitely not kill the drunkard out of love or hatred."
Qin Shaobai was really moved when he saw that his father-in-law knelt down to beg for help for him. Feeling so moved, he stepped forward to pull off the arrester, but he was pulled to the ground by the arrester.
"I also feel that there is something fishy about this case..."
"Sir Song, you are Master Qingtian. You must uphold justice for Shaobai and not let Shaobai die." The old man burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Master Song." Qin Shaobai raised his head, "I am willing to issue a military order to you. Within ten days, I will definitely be able to investigate this case. Otherwise, I, Qin Shaobai, am willing to be punished."
"Shaobai, you, you, are doing whatever you want." Luo Baotou yelled angrily.
The two officials in the hall looked at each other.
"Okay, I will give you ten days. You must find evidence within these ten days that you are not the murderer. Otherwise, I will not be able to help you."
Ten days is just ten days. With my level as a great criminal police captain, I don’t believe that even one piece of evidence can’t be found to prove my innocence in ten days.