The sharp fire alarm resounded through the building, and the sound of fire engines was faintly heard in the distance. In the presidential room on the 16th floor of the hotel, a young man with a black suit, white shirt and an M9 hand|gun at his waist held the walkie-talkie and slammed the door open. All the ten bodyguards in the room stood up . 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"The news has leaked, and the police are coming." The young man didn't look at anyone, and looked straight at the man who was walking slowly through the window. "Sorry, Mr. Phillip, time is very tight. Please follow me immediately. The car is upstairs. Wait for us."
The shark nodded and mumbled, walked to him, and stopped as if remembering something: "That's right."
"Yes."
"You said, how much are the police willing to pay for catching me?"
The young man was stunned. He didn't seem to understand why he asked this suddenly, but he answered steadily: "Grabbing Mr. Phillip is a great achievement. It should be possible to add officials to the ranks, so I guess the other party will send out a lot at all costs. Police."
The shark nodded and repeated with interest: "At all costs."
The sound of the fire sirens in the wind became clearer and clearer, but he seemed to be in no rush. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the air. For a moment, a regretful smile appeared slowly under the ice blue eyes:
"Twelve years, painter, even sacrificing your life as a legendary undercover agent?"
The young man's pupils shrink slightly.
In the next instant, he raised his hand to reach his back waist like lightning, but the shark moved faster than him, and the M9 muzzle was firmly against his temple: "Don't move."
The young man frowned slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, you..."
His voice stopped abruptly. The shark held a gun in one hand, and reached into his open suit jacket with the other hand, and took out a small signal transmitter from the inner pocket, and threw it on the ground with a foot and smashed it with a light click. ring.
"I never doubted you, because from the beginning to the end, you were the only one who insisted that we were mixed with the police's internal response. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't think about that. But it is precisely because of your persistence that I believe that. You, so that you were lured into the trap step by step, and finally trapped in this building." The shark put the M9 muzzle on the young man’s left temple and smiled and said: "This psychological warfare is so beautiful, I am now In retrospect, every word, expression, and even every look you have said in the past 72 hours could not find the slightest flaw."
"..."
After a long stalemate, the young man’s expression finally undergone a magical change. The softness that always had a three-point smile faded like a tide, revealing the cold and steep rocky beach below, but the tone Still very calm: "So where did you find something wrong?"
Shark looked at him with complicated meaning: "——Ten minutes ago, in the negative three-story garage, why did you go downstairs to open the secret door in the corner of L3 area?"
The young man closed his eyes.
"The narrow and concealed door is not reserved for your police colleagues." The shark leaned forward slightly, pressed it to his right ear, and said softly: "It seems that today is not only anxious to get out of the net of the police. Me, am I?"
"The car is ready for the boss." A bodyguard answered the phone and reported in a low voice.
The shark nodded and stared straight at the young man's unmoving face in the boundary of light and shadow: "Farewell, painter."
The bullet kara is loaded.
People may have many reactions before they die. The golden wedding lover Lao Yan splits up, his relatives give up their flesh and blood, the iron hero is weak and weeping, and the wretched villain stands upright. But the painter didn't react at all. His closed eyelids seemed to tighten for a moment, but it was really only a moment, then he relaxed, opened his eyes slightly, and looked down at the void in front of him.
"..."
Time stood still for a moment, and the shark suddenly put down his gun.
"I don't want to see you dying in front of me." He turned his head and ordered his men: "I will kill him after I leave."
"Yes!"
"I hope your last impression in my mind is beautiful and complete." The shark looked at the young man gently and said, "Goodbye, painter."
The young man did not answer.
The shark put away his gun, brushed his shoulders and walked towards the door. A dozen bodyguards hurriedly followed out, and the messy footsteps disappeared into the far corridor.
The door was slammed, and only three men with live ammunition in the room pointed at him from different directions, and the bullets were loaded at the same time. At that moment, the young man instinctively took a half step back, turning his head to catch a glimpse of what was hanging on the closed door handle——
That is a white hotel towel.
All actions happen in this second:
The police siren in the distance came with the wind, and the three of them pulled the trigger at the same time; the moment the young man drew out the towel like lightning, he kicked the coffee table in front of him, and the heavy glass coffee table whizzed up into the air and was hit by three bullets Shattered!
Thousands of glass exploded, and fragments filled the sky. The screaming roar was intertwined with the bullet bang. In the next second, the young man broke through the half-empty glass waterfall like a ghost, the towel wrapped around his hands had turned into a noose, and the hand of the bodyguard in front of him was twisted|gun!
Bang! Hand|The gun slammed into the wall and escaped, and the bullet pierced a whole floor-to-ceiling window.
Bullets flew around, the young man twisted the bodyguard's neck with a towel, and kept him in front of him. The flesh shield was beaten into a blood sieve by the other two in the blink of an eye!
The shark's footsteps suddenly stopped.
"What's the boss?"
"..." The shark seemed to feel something. Standing in front of the hotel building, he raised his head in disbelief, and watched the glass window on the sixteenth floor burst suddenly--
Under the lead-grey sky, the young man leaned forward and stood on the window sill, lowered his head to look at him, the blood on Senbai's cheeks was swept away by the wind.
The shark’s pupils suddenly enlarged.
"Protect the boss!" "Hurry up!" "Get in the car!" "Hurry up!"...
The screams of the crowd, chaotic footsteps, approaching police sirens and red and blue flashes were all shattered and pushed away at that moment, turning into a silent background in the wind.
The young man raised his blood-filled left hand and took off his tie, loosened the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, and then squeezed the handle of the gun tightly, and jumped down in the fearful gaze of everyone!
——That was the day when the shark was the closest to death, and the moment when the word fear was felt most clearly.
From that day on, he never pointed a gun at his opponent's head, but left the trigger to others to pull. Just as he would never forget the God of War that fell from the sky, engulfing the cold wind and sharp blades in front of his eyes, the scene where the memory would be staring at each other would forever freeze, until a long time later, it was as clear as yesterday.
That would be the last time he made the same mistake in his life.
...
咚咚咚!咚咚咚!
Jiang Ting carried two plastic bags and pushed the door of the team leader's office: "Wu Yu, you... yo, what's wrong with you!"
With a few clattering sounds, Wu Yu suddenly woke up from behind his desk, stood up like an electric shock, and leaned into his arms instinctively with one hand. Then he fixed his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Ting before sitting back in relief.
Jiang Ting laughed blankly: "Are you okay?"
"...It's okay." Wu Yu rubbed his bloodshot eyes with the root of his palm, and said vaguely: "I just passed away and had a dream."
"What dream?"
"Jumped."
"Always dreaming of falling from a height may indicate that there is something wrong with the coronary arteries of the heart." Jiang Ting pulled the chair behind the desk of Captain Jiang to sit down, took out two food containers from the plastic bag, and placed one in front of him. One was placed in front of Wu Yu: "But I'm still curious, you, the humanoid self-propelled jumper, will even have nightmares and jump off the building? Isn't it the eighth floor that jumped down?"
"The one who jumped down from the eighth floor is Spider-Man." Wu Yu laughed at Jiang Ting's teasing eyes, "If there are no obstacles on the floor, I might fall into an idiot when the third floor falls. The death rate above the fourth floor is close to 100%. But if there is a soft buffer every 10 meters, then there is a 10% chance of survival below the 16th floor, and the 16th floor up is purely resigned and basically unable to survive."
Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing. Wu Yu opened the food box and took a look: "Why are you eating rice cereal with me?"
I saw that the two lunch boxes on the table were made of a paste of vegetables and shrimp. The smell was okay, but the appearance was disgusting. Wu Yu has only been able to eat this stuff recently. Anything solid that needs to be chewed is like chewing wax to him. That kind of mechanical swallowing behavior without any taste will stimulate the throat to produce vomiting, which is really a sin.
"You think too much," Jiang Ting smiled and scooped up a spoonful of vegetable and shrimp paste: "I just happened to have an inflammation of a wisdom tooth."
Wu Yu retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
"What can I thank you for?"
Jiang Ting tore the bread he had brought into small pieces and was eating two bites. Suddenly the door was knocked twice again. Little Gui forensic doctor held a stack of autopsy reports in his head: "Oh, eating, eating. What a good stuff... Fuck!"
"What do you look at, this is the weight-loss meal for your Wu Detachment." Jiang Ting put down the bread and wiped his hands. He smiled at Little Gui forensic doctor: "You're fat."
Xiaogui's forensic doctor said, "What kind of diet meal is so disgusting?" He was shocked by Associate Professor Jiang's nuclear bomb attack: "I am not, I don't..."
"Last time I saw you, waist circumference was 75 and hip circumference was 82. Now it's close to 85. You've gained a few catties." Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows at "Slimming Meal": "Would you like to try it with us?"
With two bangs of kraft paper bags, Little Gui forensic doctor blocked the front with one hand, and emphasized with shame: "I, I just wear the long trousers that Cai Lin his mother gave us!"
From Gongzhou to Jianning, from Jianning to Jinhai, Jiang Ting once again proved with his strength why Associate Professor Jiang did not hold grudges, because he reported them on the spot. He leisurely nodded without saying a word, and drew the kraft paper bag from Xiaogui's forensic doctor: "What is this, technical investigation report?"
"It's the result of detailed physical and chemical analysis of Peng Wan's murder case." Xiaogui forensic doctor inhaled his stomach and held his breath, trying to get his waistline visual effect back to 75. hoarse voice said in a huff: "Because Little Wu submitted the relevant video to the city bureau. It’s a new point of view on sound contrast, so Director Geng agreed to pass some of the information to us. He specifically told me that it was highly confidential, and told me to hand it over to Captain Wu in person, and no fake hands were allowed in the middle."
Jiang Ting and Wu Yu stopped their movements at the same time and looked at each other.
It seems that Director Geng is very clear about the pros and cons. He also knows that in Peng Wan's case, someone inside is not clean.
Wu Yu took the information and looked through it for a while. The content was not too special. They had basically read it that day at the Municipal Bureau. Technical investigations have gone through every inch of floor joints and determined that Peng Wan’s death time was no more than ten minutes around the opening of the secret room, and the kidnapper turned on Bu Chonghua’s mobile phone to make the signal exchange time with the base station basically the same-of course, the search and rescue personnel rushed It took about ten minutes to get to the secret room. Most of the dozens of pages of Man Man Dangdang are speculations about using various tools and methods to kill people from the outside, which is basically useless now.
The extraction of biometric materials such as fingerprints and footprints is not optimistic, mainly because rescuers broke in and hospital emergency vehicles arrived, which inevitably caused great damage to the scene. Wu Yu turned attentively to the end, unable to see anything, so he shook his head, and put the documents together: "Store in..."
"Wait." Jiang Ting, who was standing beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed a page.
"how?"
"..." Jiang Ting picked up the physical and chemical report and muttered, "A small amount of zinc oxide was found in the ends of the hair of the corpse?"
The biopsy sample of the corpse found countless chemical elements. After all, didn't wash hair and bath for a week, and rubbed around in the secret room. The chemical formula in the physical and chemical test results was half a page of paper. It is impossible to expect criminal investigators to suddenly turn into chemists. Therefore, the site survey will only specifically label toxic substances. Chemical substances that are commonly exposed in daily life-such as lipstick, foundation, perfume, hair conditioner residues, etc. Basically, it lists a rough idea.
Zinc oxide itself is also one of the most common chemical elements in daily life. It can be used for dermatitis, allergies, burns, abrasions and even mosquito bites. Every household has zinc oxide ointment. So Jiang Ting suddenly mentioned that Xiaogui Forensic Doctor almost didn't react.
"Oh, that." Little Gui forensic doctor thought Jiang Ting didn't know what zinc oxide was: "It may be an ointment that was bitten by a mosquito or a prickly heat rubbed, or he bought a Sanwu Weishang facial mask for a cheap price. That stuff will be mixed. Incorporating zinc oxide particles to rub against the skin has the effect of exfoliating and concealing blemishes. This looks to make the blackheads on the skin less obvious, but in fact it will aggravate closed acne. Peng Wan’s economic situation is not good, and it is estimated to be used frequently It’s not surprising that the corpse of this kind of micro-commerce product remains."
Jiang Ting nodded, and suddenly asked, "Can the mask remain for a week?"
"what?"
"Peng Wan has gone through a week from kidnapping to being murdered. Seven days later, she still found zinc oxide in her hair tail sampling. If she didn't use scald cream to make a cream, she probably made a hair mask with prickly heat medicine."
"!"
Xiaogui forensic doctor woke up on the spot like a dream. Jiang Ting threw the physical and chemical report on the table and asked: "Are the victim's clothes still available?"
"Ah, yes!"
"Take the coat and do another test to see if starch, food coloring, methyl hydroxybenzoate and water spot prevention liquid can be detected in the blood." Jiang Ting said: "Teach you a life trick. Making facial masks is also one of the most common ingredients in the film industry and Halloween celebrations-prop blood."
The forensic doctor Little Gui widened his eyes and made an OK gesture convincingly: "Yes!" Then he ran away.
Wu Yu sat behind the desk, holding the spoon in his right hand and the thumb in his left hand, maintaining this posture: "I only have one question."
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Ting replied politely, "it was inspired by your idea that Peng Wan might be tricked by someone in Director Geng's office that day."
"No, I just want to ask..." Wu Yu pointed to the direction in which Xiaogui forensic doctor ran outside the door. "His waist circumference is between 76.5 and 78, which is too far from 85, right?"
The office was quiet, and Jiang Ting picked up the diet meal, smiled and blinked.
"Round up, don't be so serious."
The sharp fire alarm resounded through the building, and the sound of fire engines was faintly heard in the distance. In the presidential room on the 16th floor of the hotel, a young man with a black suit, white shirt and an M9 hand|gun at his waist held the walkie-talkie and slammed the door open. All the ten bodyguards in the room stood up . 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"The news has leaked, and the police are coming." The young man didn't look at anyone, and looked straight at the man who was walking slowly through the window. "Sorry, Mr. Phillip, time is very tight. Please follow me immediately. The car is upstairs. Wait for us."
The shark nodded and mumbled, walked to him, and stopped as if remembering something: "That's right."
"Yes."
"You said, how much are the police willing to pay for catching me?"
The young man was stunned. He didn't seem to understand why he asked this suddenly, but he answered steadily: "Grabbing Mr. Phillip is a great achievement. It should be possible to add officials to the ranks, so I guess the other party will send out a lot at all costs. Police."
The shark nodded and repeated with interest: "At all costs."
The sound of the fire sirens in the wind became clearer and clearer, but he seemed to be in no rush. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the air. For a moment, a regretful smile appeared slowly under the ice blue eyes:
"Twelve years, painter, even sacrificing your life as a legendary undercover agent?"
The young man's pupils shrink slightly.
In the next instant, he raised his hand to reach his back waist like lightning, but the shark moved faster than him, and the M9 muzzle was firmly against his temple: "Don't move."
The young man frowned slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, you..."
His voice stopped abruptly. The shark held a gun in one hand, and reached into his open suit jacket with the other hand, and took out a small signal transmitter from the inner pocket, and threw it on the ground with a foot and smashed it with a light click. ring.
"I never doubted you, because from the beginning to the end, you were the only one who insisted that we were mixed with the police's internal response. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't think about that. But it is precisely because of your persistence that I believe that. You, so that you were lured into the trap step by step, and finally trapped in this building." The shark put the M9 muzzle on the young man’s left temple and smiled and said: "This psychological warfare is so beautiful, I am now In retrospect, every word, expression, and even every look you have said in the past 72 hours could not find the slightest flaw."
"..."
After a long stalemate, the young man’s expression finally undergone a magical change. The softness that always had a three-point smile faded like a tide, revealing the cold and steep rocky beach below, but the tone Still very calm: "So where did you find something wrong?"
Shark looked at him with complicated meaning: "——Ten minutes ago, in the negative three-story garage, why did you go downstairs to open the secret door in the corner of L3 area?"
The young man closed his eyes.
"The narrow and concealed door is not reserved for your police colleagues." The shark leaned forward slightly, pressed it to his right ear, and said softly: "It seems that today is not only anxious to get out of the net of the police. Me, am I?"
"The car is ready for the boss." A bodyguard answered the phone and reported in a low voice.
The shark nodded and stared straight at the young man's unmoving face in the boundary of light and shadow: "Farewell, painter."
The bullet kara is loaded.
People may have many reactions before they die. The golden wedding lover Lao Yan splits up, his relatives give up their flesh and blood, the iron hero is weak and weeping, and the wretched villain stands upright. But the painter didn't react at all. His closed eyelids seemed to tighten for a moment, but it was really only a moment, then he relaxed, opened his eyes slightly, and looked down at the void in front of him.
"..."
Time stood still for a moment, and the shark suddenly put down his gun.
"I don't want to see you dying in front of me." He turned his head and ordered his men: "I will kill him after I leave."
"Yes!"
"I hope your last impression in my mind is beautiful and complete." The shark looked at the young man gently and said, "Goodbye, painter."
The young man did not answer.
The shark put away his gun, brushed his shoulders and walked towards the door. A dozen bodyguards hurriedly followed out, and the messy footsteps disappeared into the far corridor.
The door was slammed, and only three men with live ammunition in the room pointed at him from different directions, and the bullets were loaded at the same time. At that moment, the young man instinctively took a half step back, turning his head to catch a glimpse of what was hanging on the closed door handle——
That is a white hotel towel.
All actions happen in this second:
The police siren in the distance came with the wind, and the three of them pulled the trigger at the same time; the moment the young man drew out the towel like lightning, he kicked the coffee table in front of him, and the heavy glass coffee table whizzed up into the air and was hit by three bullets Shattered!
Thousands of glass exploded, and fragments filled the sky. The screaming roar was intertwined with the bullet bang. In the next second, the young man broke through the half-empty glass waterfall like a ghost, the towel wrapped around his hands had turned into a noose, and the hand of the bodyguard in front of him was twisted|gun!
Bang! Hand|The gun slammed into the wall and escaped, and the bullet pierced a whole floor-to-ceiling window.
Bullets flew around, the young man twisted the bodyguard's neck with a towel, and kept him in front of him. The flesh shield was beaten into a blood sieve by the other two in the blink of an eye!
The shark's footsteps suddenly stopped.
"What's the boss?"
"..." The shark seemed to feel something. Standing in front of the hotel building, he raised his head in disbelief, and watched the glass window on the sixteenth floor burst suddenly--
Under the lead-grey sky, the young man leaned forward and stood on the window sill, lowered his head to look at him, the blood on Senbai's cheeks was swept away by the wind.
The shark’s pupils suddenly enlarged.
"Protect the boss!" "Hurry up!" "Get in the car!" "Hurry up!"...
The screams of the crowd, chaotic footsteps, approaching police sirens and red and blue flashes were all shattered and pushed away at that moment, turning into a silent background in the wind.
The young man raised his blood-filled left hand and took off his tie, loosened the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, and then squeezed the handle of the gun tightly, and jumped down in the fearful gaze of everyone!
——That was the day when the shark was the closest to death, and the moment when the word fear was felt most clearly.
From that day on, he never pointed a gun at his opponent's head, but left the trigger to others to pull. Just as he would never forget the God of War that fell from the sky, engulfing the cold wind and sharp blades in front of his eyes, the scene where the memory would be staring at each other would forever freeze, until a long time later, it was as clear as yesterday.
That would be the last time he made the same mistake in his life.
...
咚咚咚!咚咚咚!
Jiang Ting carried two plastic bags and pushed the door of the team leader's office: "Wu Yu, you... yo, what's wrong with you!"
With a few clattering sounds, Wu Yu suddenly woke up from behind his desk, stood up like an electric shock, and leaned into his arms instinctively with one hand. Then he fixed his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Ting before sitting back in relief.
Jiang Ting laughed blankly: "Are you okay?"
"...It's okay." Wu Yu rubbed his bloodshot eyes with the root of his palm, and said vaguely: "I just passed away and had a dream."
"What dream?"
"Jumped."
"Always dreaming of falling from a height may indicate that there is something wrong with the coronary arteries of the heart." Jiang Ting pulled the chair behind the desk of Captain Jiang to sit down, took out two food containers from the plastic bag, and placed one in front of him. One was placed in front of Wu Yu: "But I'm still curious, you, the humanoid self-propelled jumper, will even have nightmares and jump off the building? Isn't it the eighth floor that jumped down?"
"The one who jumped down from the eighth floor is Spider-Man." Wu Yu laughed at Jiang Ting's teasing eyes, "If there are no obstacles on the floor, I might fall into an idiot when the third floor falls. The death rate above the fourth floor is close to 100%. But if there is a soft buffer every 10 meters, then there is a 10% chance of survival below the 16th floor, and the 16th floor up is purely resigned and basically unable to survive."
Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing. Wu Yu opened the food box and took a look: "Why are you eating rice cereal with me?"
I saw that the two lunch boxes on the table were made of a paste of vegetables and shrimp. The smell was okay, but the appearance was disgusting. Wu Yu has only been able to eat this stuff recently. Anything solid that needs to be chewed is like chewing wax to him. That kind of mechanical swallowing behavior without any taste will stimulate the throat to produce vomiting, which is really a sin.
"You think too much," Jiang Ting smiled and scooped up a spoonful of vegetable and shrimp paste: "I just happened to have an inflammation of a wisdom tooth."
Wu Yu retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
"What can I thank you for?"
Jiang Ting tore the bread he had brought into small pieces and was eating two bites. Suddenly the door was knocked twice again. Little Gui forensic doctor held a stack of autopsy reports in his head: "Oh, eating, eating. What a good stuff... Fuck!"
"What do you look at, this is the weight-loss meal for your Wu Detachment." Jiang Ting put down the bread and wiped his hands. He smiled at Little Gui forensic doctor: "You're fat."
Xiaogui's forensic doctor said, "What kind of diet meal is so disgusting?" He was shocked by Associate Professor Jiang's nuclear bomb attack: "I am not, I don't..."
"Last time I saw you, waist circumference was 75 and hip circumference was 82. Now it's close to 85. You've gained a few catties." Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows at "Slimming Meal": "Would you like to try it with us?"
With two bangs of kraft paper bags, Little Gui forensic doctor blocked the front with one hand, and emphasized with shame: "I, I just wear the long trousers that Cai Lin his mother gave us!"
From Gongzhou to Jianning, from Jianning to Jinhai, Jiang Ting once again proved with his strength why Associate Professor Jiang did not hold grudges, because he reported them on the spot. He leisurely nodded without saying a word, and drew the kraft paper bag from Xiaogui's forensic doctor: "What is this, technical investigation report?"
"It's the result of detailed physical and chemical analysis of Peng Wan's murder case." Xiaogui forensic doctor inhaled his stomach and held his breath, trying to get his waistline visual effect back to 75. hoarse voice said in a huff: "Because Little Wu submitted the relevant video to the city bureau. It’s a new point of view on sound contrast, so Director Geng agreed to pass some of the information to us. He specifically told me that it was highly confidential, and told me to hand it over to Captain Wu in person, and no fake hands were allowed in the middle."
Jiang Ting and Wu Yu stopped their movements at the same time and looked at each other.
It seems that Director Geng is very clear about the pros and cons. He also knows that in Peng Wan's case, someone inside is not clean.
Wu Yu took the information and looked through it for a while. The content was not too special. They had basically read it that day at the Municipal Bureau. Technical investigations have gone through every inch of floor joints and determined that Peng Wan’s death time was no more than ten minutes around the opening of the secret room, and the kidnapper turned on Bu Chonghua’s mobile phone to make the signal exchange time with the base station basically the same-of course, the search and rescue personnel rushed It took about ten minutes to get to the secret room. Most of the dozens of pages of Man Man Dangdang are speculations about using various tools and methods to kill people from the outside, which is basically useless now.
The extraction of biometric materials such as fingerprints and footprints is not optimistic, mainly because rescuers broke in and hospital emergency vehicles arrived, which inevitably caused great damage to the scene. Wu Yu turned attentively to the end, unable to see anything, so he shook his head, and put the documents together: "Store in..."
"Wait." Jiang Ting, who was standing beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed a page.
"how?"
"..." Jiang Ting picked up the physical and chemical report and muttered, "A small amount of zinc oxide was found in the ends of the hair of the corpse?"
The biopsy sample of the corpse found countless chemical elements. After all, didn't wash hair and bath for a week, and rubbed around in the secret room. The chemical formula in the physical and chemical test results was half a page of paper. It is impossible to expect criminal investigators to suddenly turn into chemists. Therefore, the site survey will only specifically label toxic substances. Chemical substances that are commonly exposed in daily life-such as lipstick, foundation, perfume, hair conditioner residues, etc. Basically, it lists a rough idea.
Zinc oxide itself is also one of the most common chemical elements in daily life. It can be used for dermatitis, allergies, burns, abrasions and even mosquito bites. Every household has zinc oxide ointment. So Jiang Ting suddenly mentioned that Xiaogui Forensic Doctor almost didn't react.
"Oh, that." Little Gui forensic doctor thought Jiang Ting didn't know what zinc oxide was: "It may be an ointment that was bitten by a mosquito or a prickly heat rubbed, or he bought a Sanwu Weishang facial mask for a cheap price. That stuff will be mixed. Incorporating zinc oxide particles to rub against the skin has the effect of exfoliating and concealing blemishes. This looks to make the blackheads on the skin less obvious, but in fact it will aggravate closed acne. Peng Wan’s economic situation is not good, and it is estimated to be used frequently It’s not surprising that the corpse of this kind of micro-commerce product remains."
Jiang Ting nodded, and suddenly asked, "Can the mask remain for a week?"
"what?"
"Peng Wan has gone through a week from kidnapping to being murdered. Seven days later, she still found zinc oxide in her hair tail sampling. If she didn't use scald cream to make a cream, she probably made a hair mask with prickly heat medicine."
"!"
Xiaogui forensic doctor woke up on the spot like a dream. Jiang Ting threw the physical and chemical report on the table and asked: "Are the victim's clothes still available?"
"Ah, yes!"
"Take the coat and do another test to see if starch, food coloring, methyl hydroxybenzoate and water spot prevention liquid can be detected in the blood." Jiang Ting said: "Teach you a life trick. Making facial masks is also one of the most common ingredients in the film industry and Halloween celebrations-prop blood."
The forensic doctor Little Gui widened his eyes and made an OK gesture convincingly: "Yes!" Then he ran away.
Wu Yu sat behind the desk, holding the spoon in his right hand and the thumb in his left hand, maintaining this posture: "I only have one question."
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Ting replied politely, "it was inspired by your idea that Peng Wan might be tricked by someone in Director Geng's office that day."
"No, I just want to ask..." Wu Yu pointed to the direction in which Xiaogui forensic doctor ran outside the door. "His waist circumference is between 76.5 and 78, which is too far from 85, right?"
The office was quiet, and Jiang Ting picked up the diet meal, smiled and blinked.
"Round up, don't be so serious."
