Chapter 820: Suffering

Lin Fan shrank in the corner and watched Zhong Xian's two "high disciples" stand proudly among the crowd to receive compliments.
"Damn, Lao Tzu's resume is also a famous university graduate, okay, why should I be treated like this, it's really irritating!"
"That so and so." The old policeman came over from the side after he was flattering. "Whatever you look at, just say you!"
"Ah, senior, what's the matter." Lin Fan ran in two steps.
"You heard what the director said just now. These three were specially sent from above. The director specifically explained that you should take care of them. I think you performed well just now. This time I will give you another opportunity to perform in front of the leaders." After speaking, the old policeman ran to Zhong Xian again, "Mr. Zhong, this is the smartest police officer in our department. You can tell him anything you want here."
"Not bad." Zhong Xian heard a smile on his most clever face, "boy, what's his name?"
"Lin Fan! Report on the first day today!" He replied loudly.
Lin Fan doesn’t know what this old policeman means. It’s hard to take care of the big guys who are sent from above. Those things are more than that of mothers. There are a lot of problems with just food and accommodation. These old policemen are obviously I don’t want to wait for it to give me this drudgery. In order not to make the other person angry, I also specifically said the most clever thing. Generally, new employees who encounter this kind of thing will express themselves as much as possible. How can they be like Lin Fan? Just tell me what I just reported today.
Zhong Xian's face went dark as soon as he heard his words, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the old policeman, but he couldn't say anything, so he nodded.
The old policeman also looked ugly, and patted Lin Fan's shoulder vigorously. He was very threatening, meaning he should not play tricks.
Lin Fan turned a blind eye to this and asked Zhong Xian as if they were mentally retarded if they wanted something to eat. He claimed that he was the fastest in the police force to buy things, and attracted the contempt of Zhong Xian's two disciples.
Lin Fan was so happy, he just wanted to show a silly look so that people would not pay attention to him.
Zhong Xian said, "Take us to see the scene first."
This sentence made Lin Fanduo look at him twice. The so-called experts usually come here to eat dry food. Nothing else is good. They take credit for their work, even if they sleep in the house every day and wait for the police chief to solve the crime. Take the initiative to give him a share of great merit, otherwise the experts sent from above will not help, let alone these experts are not happy, those above will also feel dull.
So when Zhong Xian asked to see the scene, Lin Fan was quite surprised.
"Police 38945, take Mr. Zhong to the scene quickly."
"Oh." Lin Fan said with a smile, and he liked the sirens called by others.
Zhong Xian has a dedicated car and saves Lin Fan's out-of-pocket taxi money. He has already thought about it. The people in the criminal investigation department have to spit out the money for buying food today.
The location of the incident was always protected by the police, and even the private car was parked here.
Lin Fan deliberately lowered the brim of his hat to hide his face so that he would not be discovered by someone with a heart.
The police officers guarding the scene should have received the news early in the morning. The four people came over and they did not inquire, so they passed on.
Lin Fan didn't know where Zhong Xian and three of them planned to enter the arena, but he first showed a stunned look and looked around.
The first is a private car. Lin Fan saw that the right rearview mirror had a very neat cut. This kind of force can only be achieved by ordinary people with a big axe. It can be seen that there are some things that cut the rearview mirror. How terrible, that is, a car, if it happens to be a person passing by, then it is estimated to be cut into two pieces on the spot, and the scene is much bloodier than smashed into flesh.
The police found a steel wire on the ground. It was very tough and the murderer was very clever. If it hadn't been for a car accident, the steel wire would not have known where it went under the feet of many pedestrians, and there would be no clue.
Looking at the street sign again, nothing can be seen at the break, just like normal damage.
Lin Fan flipped through his communicator and came up with the answer he wanted. During this period of time, it was a southerly wind, but the street sign collapsed to the north. It was completely unrealistic. It was also passive, but how did the murderer get through the wire? What about the breaker?
If Xu Yihan were here, relying on his persecution delusion, he would definitely be able to come up with several different answers in the first place, but it was a pity that Lin Fan did not have his mind-defying thinking.
Zhong Xian and his colleagues studied for more than half an hour, and the two disciples learned about the situation with different police officers one by one, and Zhong Xian took out a small telescope to observe.
Looking at his appearance, Lin Fan's mind brightened, yes, the environment!
The murderer's crimes, especially this ingenious modus operandi, mostly relied on arrangement. Lin Fan also knew that Xu Jinye would first look at the surrounding environment wherever he went, and then look for the possibility of killing people in a specific environment.
He didn't think of this at the first time, not because of lack of brain, but lack of experience, on the contrary, Zhong Xian is a very experienced person, and his actions can often provide Lin Fan with a lot of inspiration.
Looking around, there are wide roads on both sides, there are no particularly conspicuous buildings, and everything around you can be seen clearly in this open environment, what exactly does Xu Jinye use to make the iron wire produce great power? It is absolutely impossible to be his own strength. If he wants to use his own strength to kill people, there is no need to do so many suspenseful things, just take the machete to the streets, so the country must use the aircraft and cannon to stop him.
It is estimated that none of the three Zhong Xian found anything, so a few of them went back to the house.
By the time they went back, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Many people in many departments had already been exhausted. Only the criminal investigation department was still working overtime. Everyone was complaining, and only a few were working seriously.
"My son is still waiting for me to pick him up from school, hey."
"My girlfriend is also waiting for me to watch the movie. The tickets are all bought. Isn't it a waste not to go?"
"Oh, my stomach hurts. You can check it out for me first. I'll go to the toilet. If I get off work and I haven't come back, you can go first. You don't have to wait for me." One person found a crappy excuse and planned to leave. .
The rest are old fried dough sticks, so I can't tell the meaning in his words.
"When you say that, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. The toilet in the bureau seems to be blocked. Don't worry. I know there is a public toilet in a place, but it's a bit far away. I'll drive you there. Don't wait for us if you get off work. , The toilet is too far away."
After speaking, the two ran out of the department door.
There were already two people driving away, and the complaints of the people who were not in the mood to work overtime became deeper.
Zhong Xian looked at these people helplessly, "Then get off work first, so there will be no clues if you continue to check, and you will work hard tomorrow."
He was picked up as soon as he finished his voice, "Well, it's the opposite. You can't work when you are hungry. Let's leave now!"
"Don't go, let's check again, oh, wait for me."
"My son's school teacher called, I'm leaving everyone."
A group of people fled as if they had to leave the unit, leaving only the four of them, Lin Fan.
"Well, let me arrange a place for the three of you first." Lin Fan smiled.