Chapter 9 The scene of the first case
Home planet, Lanhai City Police Station.
The police station building, which is only over 30 stories high, suppresses the police suspended pipes extending in all directions with its large faded blue paint body.
If viewed from the air, the building and the pipes around it look like flowers blooming on the barren land, with the blue building being the unique flower core.
And when hundreds of thousands of flowers are put together, the general appearance of this surface city is formed.
"Wow, the architecture of the home planet is really unique!"
An ordinary witness dormitory on the upper floor of the police station building.
Qi Ming stood in front of the narrow square window, admiring the scenery outside the window.
Wang Ze's laughter floated behind her: "The only characteristic of the mother planet is crowding."
Qi Ming blinked, not daring to answer the boss's words randomly. When she turned her head, she saw the projection screen showing current affairs news.
On the screen, news related to the sky rail train robbery was being broadcast. From the deputy director of transportation, the deputy director of the transfer station, to the post inspector with specific responsibilities, more than 20 relevant responsible persons stood in a row. He bowed his head in salute and resigned on the spot.
Boom!
After a simple knock on the door, the ajar door of the suite was pushed open.
He Chou opened the way, and two young police officers walked in cautiously, holding a bunch of equipment.
Qi Ming stepped forward to help, and the two handsome young men suddenly showed energetic smiles.
"Really!"
He Chou sat next to Wang Ze, cursing:
"These media are so shameless! They are making random hype and making false claims! They even gave me the nickname Detective Black Bear! They are really not afraid that I will sue them!"
Wang Ze smiled and said: "It's quite impressive."
He Qiu's big face suddenly collapsed: "Old Wang, please don't add insult to injury!"
Wang Ze stretched out his hand: "Information."
"Don't you take a break?"
He Qiu glanced at the simply assembled equipment and said with a guilty conscience:
"After getting off the spacecraft, there was another hijacking incident, and we were surrounded by reporters. Lao Wang, can you still hold on?"
“Let’s take a look at the crime scene first.”
Hearing Wang Ze's firm tone, He Chou didn't try to persuade him, and he and Wang Ze went to sit down in a corner.
With the assistance of two police officers, the two put on somewhat bulky sensory helmets and old-fashioned somatosensory suits similar to vests.
Sensing helmets are already the virtual reality technology of previous generations, but they are better than being closed on the intranet and are very safe.
When logging into an account, there will be a slight tingling sensation in the back of the neck, which is also a major drawback of older devices.
The somewhat dark interface in front of him gradually brightened, and his vision, hearing, and body senses were all deceived by the device; the brightness continued to increase, and Wang Ze subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes.
After a few seconds, the strong light began to fade, and the 'body' gradually regained consciousness.
When his vision returned to normal, Wang Ze was already standing on a grassland, with a lonely wooden door in front of him.
"When you open the door and walk in, you will be able to recreate the crime scene 100%."
He Qiu's voice came from the side. He appeared next to Wang Ze wearing a silver-gray police uniform and said with a smile: "The environment outside is for investigators to relieve their stress. How about it? Is it green enough?"
Wang Ze ignored He Chou's joke and walked towards the wooden door solemnly.
When he opened the door, the scenery of the grassland faded away like flowing water. He was already at the entrance of an apartment and saw a neatly furnished living room.
The bedroom door was ajar, and a faint ticking sound came from inside.
The fishy smell irritated Wang Ze's nasal mucosa.
He Qiu, who followed closely, introduced: "This is the scene at 9:32, one minute after the incident. We have done a certain degree of investigation and restoration. The deceased's bedroom is over there."
Wang Ze did not respond and carefully looked at the furnishings everywhere.
The entry door alarm is functioning normally.
On the left hand side is a dining table with artificial roses in a vase. Behind the dining table is a built-in refrigerator and rice-making machine.
The living room is simple and narrow. There is an obvious layer of dust on the beige carpet, and the light footprints printed on it prove that someone occasionally moves in the living room.
There are several pots of green plants planted on the narrow balcony, two of which have yellow leaves. The outside is a fully enclosed balcony equipped with glass with constant temperature and automatic ventilation.
This piece of glass is also a multi-functional display that can simulate various external environments at will and maintains normal operation at this moment.
This kind of structure of the balcony will not leave any gaps.
Wang Ze lowered the transparency of the wall and looked around carefully. The apartment had five windows, large and small, all with the same configuration.
The entrance door is the only entrance and exit to the deceased's home.
There is a decorative painting hanging on the wall facing the entrance. On the left and right of the decorative painting are the two bedrooms where the deceased couple lived. The straight path from the deceased's bedroom to the bathroom, the wooden floor was polished until it shined.
What made He Chou feel strange was that Wang Ze did not go directly to the deceased's bedroom. Instead, he opened the refrigerator first and carefully observed the food inside for a while. Then he went to the bathroom and stared at the toilet for a while.
After walking around in various places, Wang Ze just pushed open the ajar door of the left bedroom and faced the deceased on the equipment chair.
Wenquan.
His back was turned to Wang Ze, his head drooped to the right, the blood hole on his right temple was dripping with blood, and he was wearing the somatosensory suit released last year. ——Somatosensory clothing, an auxiliary device used to increase the virtual reality experience, can maintain muscle activity to a certain extent.
Wang Ze walked around the deceased, but was carefully looking at the layout of the deceased's bedroom.
He Qiu was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe. He stood in the living room with his arms folded, for fear of disturbing Wang Ze's thoughts.
A few minutes later, Wang Ze opened the door of the next bedroom and saw Wen Quan's wife Lin Xiaoxia lying flat in the holographic nutrition chamber.
Of course, these are just restored images.
To protect Lin Xiaoxia's privacy, her entire body was replaced with a model.
Wang Ze's expression became more and more serious.
He walked back and forth between the two bedrooms, checking the windows and sewer pipes in turn, moving the hangings on the walls one by one, and even rummaged through the catering garbage piled in the corner.
He Chou asked with concern: "Is there anything gained?"
"The ninety-eighth floor, a completely enclosed space, a mature apartment complex, and there is nothing unusual about the external surveillance..."
Wang Ze breathed out softly, folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the deceased's bedroom: "But if two people were in the same place, it wouldn't be considered a secret room murder."
"Doesn't this count?"
"Of course not, unless both of them are dead."
Wang Ze answered very decisively.
He Chou muttered: "Okay, you're here anyway, so it would be good if you could help us expand our ideas."
"I definitely can't make this trip in vain. Get me a cup of coffee. I need more case information."
He Chou advised: "You can do it tomorrow. At least you can sleep for a few hours."
Wang Ze said seriously: "The information obtained before going to bed is processed by the brain while sleeping, so when you wake up, you may find new clues."
He Qiu was a little confused: "Is there any other way to say this?"
"There is nothing new about the human subconscious."
"Then what information do you want? I'll get it for you right now," He Chou lowered his head and yawned.
Wang Ze thought about it carefully:
"I want the first-hand video taken by the police officers when they entered the scene. Each police officer's badge has a recording device. The more angles the better.
"Also all the records of the interrogation of the deceased's wife.
"Help me copy the video files of internal and external surveillance. The longer the time span, the better.
"Has the deceased's body been dissected?"
He Qiu said: "Without anatomy, wouldn't the current practice be to use deep scanning technology to completely reproduce a virtual model of a corpse?"
Wang Ze insisted: "I want to contact the dead directly."
"This requires an application. The laws of the home planet have been patched too much... I will help you prepare other information first."
"Okay, just do it as soon as possible," Wang Ze added, "I'm not questioning your professionalism in handling the case. It's just that based on the forensic description and the state of the corpse here, I feel something is not right."
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"Is the trauma too small?" He Chou asked.
Wang Zedao: "Well, the forensic examination showed that bullet contact shooting is consistent with the trauma suffered by Wen Quan's avatar online, but in the video on Liming Street, Wen Quan's avatar was shot in the head..."
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the bedroom.
There, the model of the deceased was sitting on the port chair, his body tilted to the right, and the blood hole in his right temple was dripping with a mixture of blood and brain matter.
But the left side of the head was intact.
The tilt direction of the deceased's body directly proved that the impact of the murder weapon was not too strong.
"We are certainly aware of the problem."
He Qiu crossed his arms and explained:
"The deceased's brain was only damaged in a small area on the inner side of the shooting wound. This kind of injury... we discovered for the first time that it felt that the murderer might have deliberately faked a gunshot wound, and it was not necessarily a gunshot wound.
"Let me apply for an autopsy for you first. Maybe I can find some clues."
Wang Ze added: "The police should pay attention to two issues now."
He Qiu immediately agreed: "As long as you say, I will sleep in the office tonight. There are dozens of people in my team, and they have not left their posts in the past few days."
"The first is the deceased's 'gentle as jade' online name. Check to see if there is any story behind it. I always feel that there are some clues hidden in it, but it may be interference information left intentionally by the murderer."
Wang Ze casually clicked on the logout menu and continued:
"Second, as the hijackers once told us, they had seven or eight group members in a test group who also suffered from similar symptoms, but they have all lost contact with him.
"Determine this matter as soon as possible and find these people."
"What do you mean?"
He Chou asked in a low voice:
"Should the Liming Street murder case be investigated jointly with this hijacking case?
"Based on the current clues and evidence alone, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do so. The connection between the cases is not clear, but they all involve the Weixing Group..."
Wang Ze smiled and said: "I didn't say there must be a connection between them."
He Chou was a little embarrassed: "The hijacking case is not under investigation by our police station, so it would be a bit troublesome to reach out rashly."
"Use your connections as Inspector Black Bear."
Wang Ze raised his hand and hit He Qiu twice on the shoulder;
Before He Qiu could complain, Wang Ze turned into white light and disappeared.
"What kind of connections can I, a broken captain, have? I have offended so many people over the years!"
He Qiu looked at the restored virtual scene for a few more times and continued to frown.
Sure enough, even if Lao Wang is invited, this difficult case cannot be solved immediately.
"Ghost? Is it possible that the murderer can directly avoid the surveillance and crawl around outside? This is the 98th floor."
Woo——
The wind whimpered from the window.
He Qiu shuddered, turned around and exited the virtual plane created by the arrangement of information. (End of chapter)