Warm lips fell on his forehead, and his rationality returned. Duanmo took a deep breath: "I'm fine, let's go."
"Don't go anywhere, just wait in the car." Lu Wuchuan tightened the blanket around her body, "Baozi and Mu Yang will be here soon. There are also police and traffic police at the scene. You are not missing. Be good, rest for a while.
Don't make me worry."
I thought I would have to waste a few words, but I didn't expect that Duan Mo actually nodded obediently this time: "Okay, you should also pay attention to safety." At the same time, he rubbed his shoulder twice.
Lu Wuchuan felt an inexplicable warmth rise in his heart because of her rubbing, and kissed the top of her hair: "Wait until I come back." After saying that, he grabbed the poncho at his feet, opened the door and got out of the car.
The rain continued to fall, and Lu Wuchuan returned to the corner of the building with the survey box.
Bao Sheng and Jiang Muyang have already rushed over and are looking for traces left at the scene with others.
Lu Wuchuan examined the body for a long time before saying: "The bullet penetrated the chest cavity, causing a penetrating wound. Judging from the position, it did not hit the heart directly, so he did not die immediately."
"Isn't this the first scene?" Lu Dongli, who was in charge of recording, asked.
"Even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be too far away." Lu Wuchuan said, "If the shot was a little further to the left, he would fall to the ground immediately. Even if it is like this now, it can only be delayed for three to two minutes, or even less. Blood loss
, pain, and the fear of imminent death will severely limit mobility. The range of movement will not be too large, at most a few dozen meters, and this requires a person with super strong willpower."
"So, the shooting range is within a hundred meters?"
Upon hearing the question, Lu Wuchuan turned around suddenly and saw Duanmo squatting next to Lu Dongming, staring at Cui Yinghua's body.
He sighed silently and waved his hand towards Lu Dongming: "Tell Baozi to double the search range."
Duan Mo took the record folder and umbrella from Lu Dongming's hand, clamped the handle of the umbrella with his neck to ensure that the record folder would not get wet: "Go on."
Lu Wuchuan's eyes stayed on her calm face for a few seconds, then he turned back and lifted Cui Yinghua's hand: "The left hand was stabbed by broken glass one centimeter away from the tiger's mouth. It penetrated from the back of the hand and penetrated the palm. There were several fingers on the palm of the right hand.
A wound, suspected to be a glass cut."
The sharp triangular broken glass reflected light in the rain. Although it had been washed away for a long time, there was still a lot of blood stains. You can imagine how much blood was shed.
"Why do you do this?" Duanmo frowned.
If it was pierced from the direction of the palm, it could be explained by accidentally supporting the broken glass when falling to the ground, but now it is clearly pierced from the back of the hand, and the broken glass is an elongated triangle, and the point that pierced the hand was
Thin sharp angles.
It's not like using pain to keep your mind clear. The pain of being shot is far beyond the range that ordinary people can bear, so there is no need to use it.
What caused this broken glass to appear in her hand?
"According to visual inspection, the shape of the wound on the right hand is consistent with the edge of the glass, but further measurements and comparisons are needed to draw a final conclusion."
Lu Wuchuan's deep voice interrupted Duan Mo's thoughts. He gently put his hand back on the ground and looked sideways at her: "I don't have any backpack, ID, wallet, or mobile phone. It was taken away by someone.
But I still haven’t taken it out. We can only find out when we go home and take a look.”
The wind, perhaps tired of blowing, slowly stopped. The rain also became lighter, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in the dark sky.
The car sent by the Forensic Identification Center of the Municipal Public Security Bureau has been waiting on the roadside for a long time. Lu Wuchuan waved to the forensic auxiliary police officer who kept looking over.
Duanmo stood up, and suddenly his eyesight went dark. Lu Wuchuan was very quick-witted and used his arms to hold her up when she was shaken. At the same time, he firmly held the umbrella that almost fell to the ground.
"I asked you to rest, why are you so disobedient?" The reproachful words were full of heartache.
Duanmo relied on his strength to push through the dizziness, stood up straight and shook his head: "It's okay, I just got up too fast and couldn't stand firmly."
Cui Yinghua's body was put into a body bag and carried into the car.
Jiang Muyang's voice came from the side of the building: "Team Lu, we have discovered something!"
"Go and have a look!" Duan Mo ignored Lu Wuchuan's gloomy expression and quickly looked for the voice.
There is a narrow passage on the side of this building. There are two broken bicycles with missing wheels and seats scattered around against the edge of the building. The asphalt road is uneven due to disrepair and has become muddy due to the erosion of rain.
Bao Sheng and Jiang Muyang were squatting in the passage. A policeman was half-bent and holding an umbrella for them next to them.
"Here it is!" Jiang Muyang waved and pointed at the broken bicycle frame.
Near the edge of the building is a cement fence less than one meter wide. The bicycle rack is lying there. A bullet is embedded in the cement fence. There is obviously a new scratch on the main beam of the bicycle rack.
Bao Sheng took photos from various angles, turned around and said: "The bullet penetrated the body and hit the ground. Judging from this depth, the shooting distance is estimated to be ten to fifteen meters."
He pointed to the inside of the passage: "That's that direction."
"We've searched over there, but no bullet casings were found." Jiang Muyang's eyes flashed, "The murderer picked up the bullet casings, but he didn't have time to pull out the bullets."
With this warhead, not only can the source of the gun be determined, but the distance, direction, angle, etc. of the shot can also be determined based on the bullet holes. This is undoubtedly an important clue to this shooting case.
"Try using Luminol, here and there." Lu Wuchuan said, taking out his mobile phone and dialing Yan Yishuai's number, telling him to find the location of the warhead, and asking him to take people to mobilize all the surrounding Sky Eyes and
Surveillance video of the business.
The strong wind and rain that lasted for nearly two hours gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the blood-red setting sun fell on the horizon, reflecting the puddles on the ground with golden light.
The black off-road vehicle drove away from the scene, and the follow-up work was left to Yan Yishuai and others.
Twenty minutes later, Lianxiang Yayuan.
Duan Mo put on his gloves and pressed the number keys on the password lock.
At this moment, when day and night alternate, the sunlight that is reluctant to leave but has to leave is replaced by the lights of the city, and the water droplets on the window glass reflect the stars.
Lu Wuchuan pressed the switch at the door, and Duanmo squinted his eyes at the sudden light. The only difference between the familiar environment and when he returned home was that there was a black backpack on the sofa.
The living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, balcony...everywhere has been checked, and there is no sign of outsiders entering. If it weren't for the backpack on the sofa, even Choi Young-hwa's being here would be like an illusion.
"She originally planned to come back." Duan Mo's voice was choked with sobs.
"Don't think too much." Lu Wuchuan opened the backpack, "Go pack your things and stay at my house first."