Detective: I can see the criminal record

After entering the cold storage, Cen Lian instinctively felt the cold.

Although the temperature of the Zhongwengku is not so cold that people wearing coats will suffer from the cold, but in this late autumn season, people can't help but wrap up their clothes tightly.

After Wu Qiushan extracted the blood stains on the mop stick, he and Cen Lian walked into the cold storage.

"About one-third of the area inside is empty," the staff of the cold storage explained the basic situation inside as they walked. "The environment has been bad in the past two years, and the catering and fresh food industries have been downsizing, so The quantity of cold and fresh goods in our inventory and cold-chain transportation is also decreasing. Two warehouses have been closed in the constant-temperature warehouse. There are only two warehouses in use in the medium-temperature warehouse. The other warehouse is full of goods. "

The staff who led them didn't seem to care that someone might have died in the cold storage. Although they couldn't ask for details about the case, they still took curious glances at the policemen discussing the case behind them from time to time.

Cen Lian noticed the staff member's expression, but he had no intention of telling him not to look at what he shouldn't see and not to ask about what he shouldn't ask, because from the moment he entered the cold storage, his eyes had always stayed on the top of the cold storage's minimalist style.

The word minimalist style is even a bit too polite, that is, a pale white roof.

During his previous synesthesia, he had a rough judgment on the light source where Yang Xiaochuan was before his death. If he could find the light source, he would be able to quickly determine where his death was.

Walking all the way to the depths of the cold storage, Cen Liancai came across an area that had been covered with dust, but had been carefully cleaned.

"Isn't it a bit too obvious?" Cen Lian touched the bridge of his nose.

He had imagined many possible crime scenes before, but he never expected that they would be so clear-cut.

The ground at the crime scene had obviously been specially cleaned. Judging from the cleanliness of the ground, it was quite clean. Wu Qiushan took another look and said with certainty, "They should have tried to clean up the blood stains, not just Rinse it with tap water.”

As he spoke, he sprayed luminol nearby and found that only some traces of blood spattered on the edges and corners could be seen.

"These people don't understand blood stain analysis or hemodynamics. They don't even realize that some places will be splashed by blood droplets, so it's normal that they haven't cleaned them up properly." Wu Qiushan was in a very good mood, even in a good mood. Chat with Cen Lian while inspecting the crime scene.

Cen Lian looked at the incandescent lamp hanging on the roof, closed his eyes and felt the position of the light source.

"There are traces left by repeated friction of chairs or similar things here." After confirming the light source, he squatted down to check the ground. In the short ten seconds of synaesthesia, he felt that Yang Xiaochuan was struggling and resisting violently. If he lost too much blood and was almost in shock, then the struggle would only become more intense when he had not lost a lot of blood. "The deceased probably struggled here."

Wu Qiushan took a look and affirmed, "If the ground was a wooden floor, it would probably turn over."

The ability to leave such deep and messy marks on the cement floor shows that the deceased struggled very hard during his lifetime.

"It's basically certain that this is the scene of the first crime. Let's ask the Third Brigade to arrange more people to come and take samples. There are not many traces left here." Wu Qiushan looked around and felt that he probably couldn't do this job alone. Done.