Chapter 82 Unreasonable Details

The young man was stunned. He was different from those cops. He had been determined to be a detective since he was a child.

Of course, there are very few people with such ideals in this era. When everyone is sitting on the dream of getting promoted and making a fortune, he is immersed in studying various cases and the case handling experience of legendary detectives.

When everyone's target is a senior official and a rich man, he yearns to be a Polo, Hunter and Holmes.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the young man in front of him who was about his age and sighed with emotion: People with ideals are rare.

"sor!" After seeing the badge, the young man immediately stood up straight and saluted: "I'll wait for your dispatch in this case!"

"Well, since we have intervened, don't be so sneaky like this." Pan Hongsheng remembered the cameras inside and outside the room and shook his head gently: "Otherwise, it seems that we are sneaky and causing trouble. I will call your boss tomorrow and second you for a few months!"

"Yes, sir!" The young man seems to be very excited: after all, this is a special service! Not only will the treatment be greatly improved, but it will also write a brilliant stroke on your resume!

"First of all, what's your name?"

"My name is Ma Liang," the young man came forward and took out a small book: "This is an evidence I just collected. Please have a look."

This is the opinion sheet used by the guests in the hotel, which is crooked and crookedly written with the handwriting left by all kinds of people. Some of them wrote lightly: The service is good, but the room facilities are too poor.

Some are very irritable: it's terrible. I've never seen such a hotel! It doesn't match my star rating at all! There is no satellite TV!

It is worth noting the last one: there is no special service, and the guests upstairs are very noisy.

This connotation sentence immediately made him smile, but then frowned...

This is left by the victim!

Since this sentence, no one has left any handwriting, and after this sentence is blank.

"What do you think?" Ma Liang raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you also want to check the list of guests upstairs that day?"

"Of course." Pan Hongsheng collided with his eyes: "Extract the details of the guests immediately, everyone! Especially for guests on the vertical line of this room!"

After Ma Liang left, he walked to the window.

This is the only way for the head to fall down. The window has been closed, and traces of blood can be seen everywhere.

The traces of blood spraying are very strange, beside the bed, **, and everywhere in the window.

Pan Hongsheng closed his eyes and began to imagine what happened that day.

I don't know why this honest man spent thousands of yuan to stay in this hotel, and then the guests upstairs made a very noisy noise, which made him unbearable, so he wrote a semi-prank message on the opinion book.

Of course, when he wrote the message, he was still very happy and joking.

He should have called customer service before, but he is supposed to be busy.

So he struggled to open the window...

Pan Hongsheng opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Black Scorpion, let me ask you a question. If you want to kill a person, you can't use a gun, you can't let him see yourself, you can't contact him, and you can't leave any traces. What will you use? By the way, this person lives downstairs.

"I have four plans." The black scorpion sneered and answered without hesitation.

"You tell me the stupidest way to cut off the other party's head." Pan Hongsheng was guided by snobbery.

"That's the only foggy military steel wire. The beauty of this kind of steel wire is that it quickly dissolves in the air after killing the other party, and no trace can be left! But pay attention to time. His solid state can only last for 30 seconds," Black Scorpio said, "What's wrong? Have you changed your job to a killer? Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, good night." Pan Hongsheng hung up the phone and lit a cigarette.

It seems that the crime tool is for sure, but there is a new question: what does the other party use as the motivation to kill the target?

Throwing a wire down in the sky doesn't sound very scary. In fact, even if the military wire is thrown from the air, it will not cause any fatal damage.

If you throw down the heavy object in two sections of the steel wire, it's better to hit the heavy object directly on the other party's head.

It seems that the murderer used a very ingenious technique. With the help of a huge force, at least he can cut off the power of people's necks in the air and kill the victim in an instant!

And at the moment when the probe complained, maybe at that moment, the victim just wanted to curse a few words for the people upstairs to hear, but he didn't expect that Death had been waiting for a long time.

He walked out of the room slowly and was careful not to destroy the visit of other objects at the scene.

I met Ma Liang in the corridor and searched from the list of guests. There seemed to be no doubtful people.

None of these people seems to have any dispute with the boss of a smelter. Among them are couples who come on vacation, businessmen negotiating business, and even cheating dog men and women, but there is no one he wants to find.

In the next few days, Ma Liang almost checked the family background, occupation and place of origin, and even customs and ethnicity of the guests living in all the rooms above 980 room on the list. There was no intersection at all!

The relationship between these people and the victims seems to be just a hotel. In other words, this hotel is the only place where they intersect.

In the face of Ma Liang's frustration, Pan Hongsheng could only say something comforting.

"Mr. Pan, this company...is it all yours?" Ma Liang looked around his luxurious office and carefully sat on the Italian high-end sofa.

"This is the identity used to cover up, including the director, etc." Pan Hongsheng freed himself from a big pile of troubles in one sentence, so that the next conversation avoided those topics he didn't want to talk about.

"Maybe we should check the guests of the whole hotel? It seems that colleagues have also done what we have done to investigate the list and occupations of these guests upstairs, but it is also possible that guests from other rooms have temporarily flowed to other people's rooms to commit crimes?

Ma Liang put forward a new idea.

"Impossible." Pan Hongsheng put his hands on his cheek: "I checked the control system of this hotel. At the time of the crime, the power cards of the residents of these rooms upstairs were turned on. This hotel adopted the design of the room key card and power card, which is also the mainstream design of high-end hotels, and can save energy and environmental protection... In this case Next, you can't enter the room without a key card. Once you open the door in the wrong way, the central control system will automatically call the police!"

"Oh... Yes... In this case, it's impossible to enter someone else's room!" Ma Liang lowered his head.

Suddenly, Pan Hong frowned slightly: "Wait! Give me the list of all the guests! Especially downstairs!"

"Ah? "Froper downstairs?" Ma Liang was stunned: What can the people downstairs do to the people upstairs?

But seeing Pan Hongsheng's eyes retrieve the list like a scanner, he suddenly pointed to a name: "Zhou Hua! What is this person's occupation?

"Oh! Let me have a look!" Ma Liang immediately took out the information he had collected these days and carefully read, "Zhou Hua, the director of the security department of Yuanjiang Pharmaceutical, has nothing to do with the victim!"

One is the boss of a small smelter, and the other is the head of the security department of the pharmaceutical industry. What conflicts of interest will the two have?

"Let's go to the victim's house." Pan Hongsheng shook his head: "There are too few clues to connect at all. We must look for some more connection points."

The victim Zhao Dajiang's home was deserted at this time.

The two of them knocked on the door for a long time before an old man opened the door.

"Are you the police?" The old man looked stunned: "Didn't you come here? Why are you here again?"

"You are..."

"I'm Zhao Dajiang's uncle, helping him work as a guard in the smelter. His wife and children are all abroad, and he has to come back tomorrow at the earliest. There is no one at home, and I was temporarily notified to come to see the house."

This result is far beyond Pan Hongsheng's expectation. It seems that it is not easy to know some details about the victim.

After understanding, it turned out that Zhao Dajiang's child got an index of studying abroad because of his excellent grades in college. In order to take care of the child, his wife also spent all her money to apply for a visa and went abroad.

"Dajiang is a good person. He has never cheated anyone in his life! Mr. Policeman, you must avenge him!" The old man squeezed out a few tears, but he could not see any sadness. Maybe he repeated one thing over and over again, so he meant to be sad for grief.

"Do you think you work as a security guard in the factory? Do you know that Zhao Dajiang has enemies outside? About business?" Ma Liang's precedent is to do business.

"This is a public place. What's the conflict of interest?" The old man shook his head disapprovingly: "Dajiang has offended a few people at most at work, but not to this extent. The factory is full of old women, scolding and poking your backbone behind your back. Maybe they can do it. Are you want them to kill people? Don't even think about it. A leaf falls and is afraid of hitting itself.

Pan Hongsheng nodded. What the old man said was the same as the news he had received before. The smelter was a large factory earlier, but later it was in a downturn, so he repeatedly reduced its staff, and the benefits were getting worse and worse.

But what makes him suspect is that it is difficult for the person in charge of this kind of venue to have any extra income.

Compared with other state-owned enterprises, the smelting industry is really not oily. Zhao Dajiang's monthly salary is 3450, which is not a proud income even in second- and third-tier cities.

But why did he send his children and wives abroad?

Pan Hongsheng understands that this quota allocation for studying abroad is not as high-sounding as it seems.

It takes countless money to deal with all kinds of unspoken rules. It is not something that a person like him who earns 3k a month can afford.