Chapter 65 Three Fingerprints
“There is a lot of information on breast augmentation surgery, and there are more than ten surgeries every month.”
The management of Tianmei International Plastic Surgery is relatively formal.
There is a dedicated patient file management room. Of course, this is what Wang Shuai understands. In fact, it is the sales department that manages these files.
That’s right, it’s the sales department.
In their words, customers are money.
The customer's profile is the key to the customer's safe.
"Twenty to forty years old, about 1.66 meters tall and weighing about fifty kilograms..."
The sales manager frowned: "We are here Most of the customers have this body type.”
Although Tianmei International Plastic Surgery’s customer information is complete, there is no search system.
For example, if you determine a certain height condition, you can search for a bunch of customer belongings.
Wang Shuai had no choice but to lie in front of the computer and read one file after another.
Because every file has corresponding post-operative recovery photos.
If the other party really had surgery here, Wang Shuai would be able to determine the other party's identity corresponding to the shape of the scar.
Of course, after more than ten years of front-line investigation, Wang Shuai knows very well how low the probability of success is in this kind of investigation.
Maybe a hundred times of troubleshooting, there is no useful information.
For example, this time I came to Tianmei International Beauty for investigation.
In the entire Haizhou City, there are six regular medical institutions capable of performing breast augmentation surgeries.
There are more than two dozen beauty institutions similar to Tianmei.
There are so many beauty institutions, and judging from the data of Tianmei, there are more than a dozen breast augmentation surgeries a month. So when all the data is added up, to what year should we investigate?
It took Wang Shuai only two hours to finish reading this year's surgical cases.
As usual, there are no valuable clues.
However, it cannot be said that there is no gain at all.
Even, to a certain extent, Wang Shuai’s gains this time are still very big.
After reading more than a hundred archive materials, Wang Shuai felt that he had read through his entire life.
Various sizes, shapes, and colors. Wang Shuai has never seen this in his life.
This is the first time that Wang Shuai is so interested in computer screens.
Compared with squatting in a dark basement watching surveillance cameras before, this investigation was like being in heaven.
Pleasure of mind and body.
Inadvertently, two hours passed.
Wang Shuai has also investigated all breast augmentation surgery cases last year.
After reviewing nearly 300 case files, Wang Shuai gained a very deep understanding of the doctors at Tianmei International Hospital.
Dr. Li Dan specializes in inverted bell shapes.
Dr. Wang Hui specializes in spherical shapes.
Dr. Chen Song specializes in water drops and cones.
Different needs will produce different effects. Of course, this also depends on the native conditions.
The more he studied, the more Wang Shuai felt that there was a lot of university knowledge here.
Huh?
The file he had just flipped over was clicked to open again by Wang Shuai.
"The location...size...shape of the scar!"
Wang Shuai, who checked it several times, was overjoyed!
“It’s you!”
After confirming that the scars in the post-operative recovery photos in the file were exactly the same as the scar photos Lu Chuan provided to the action team for reference, Wang Shuai immediately called team leader Sun Jun's phone number.
"Team leader, the person has been found...yes...I will take a picture of the information for you right away!"
Three hours later.
The human skin in the painting Girl in the Wheat Waves confirms the approximate owner.
"Zhang Zixuan, female, 24 years old, from Tianzhou City, employee of the Logistics Management Department of Haizhou Vocational and Technical College."
According to the file information from Tianmei International Plastic Surgery, the action group has Probably have some basic information about the deceased.
"Wang Shuai has gone to Haizhou Vocational and Technical College to investigate. Zhang Zixuan took 23 days of family leave before the National Day holiday."
"At present, Zhang Zixuan is still on vacation. , so the school did not report her missing. "Have you contacted her family?"
While listening to the report, Qin Yong looked at Zhang Zixuan’s file information that Wang Shuai sent back from the school.
“We have been contacted, but Zhang Zixuan’s parents said that Zhang Zixuan did not come home.”
“They didn’t know that Zhang Zixuan took family leave.”
“ In Haizhou City, Zhang Zixuan rents a house alone. Our people have already gone to her home and have found no major findings so far.”
Qin Yong nodded subconsciously. It was not easy to understand so much information in such a short time.
"In this way, the next focus will be on Zhang Zixuan's interpersonal relationships."
"I want to know who Zhang Zixuan has been in contact with recently, who he has enmity with, and how many boyfriends he has had. Are you single now, how are your relationships at school, etc., all the information is required!”
Relevant information about the human skin case in the painting spreads much faster than Qin Yong imagined.
Yesterday was the weekend, and there were already more people visiting the exhibition hall.
Under the circumstances at that time, there was no way to maintain confidentiality.
Of course, it is not necessary in practice.
The staff at the exhibition hall all know about human skin paintings.
Now, it has spread among friends.
Haizhou Art Exhibition, a human skin is on display.
It is difficult not to cause a sensation with such a topic.
So, early this morning, Song Jiangguo from Haizhou City Public Security Bureau and Wang Kai visited the Criminal Investigation Detachment again.
A task force was set up and relevant reports were listened to.
Fortunately, Lu Chuan found characteristic clues, and Wang Shuai also had good luck.
Now, at least the identity of the owner of the human skin has been determined.
The next thing will be much easier to handle.
The other party could seal the deceased's human skin in the painting, so he must have a special motive for committing the crime.
In this case, the possibility of killing with passion is much less.
As long as the task force combs through Zhang Zixuan's interpersonal relationships, they might be able to find clues.
Now surveying the laboratory.
Lu Chuan's fingerprint collection work has also come to an end.
Lu Chuan is performing the final softening treatment on the resin pigment covering the human skin.
Specially formulated softening fluid can soften the resin without damaging it.
This will make it easier to collect the fingerprints above and the extraction will be more complete.
Yang Sen is helping Lu Chuan.
Yang Sen and Lao Bai had given up comparing the fingerprints that Lu Chuan extracted from the picture frame last night.
As for the intermittent fingerprints collected on the paint, neither of them even looked at it at the time.
“Where did you learn these things?”
Yang Sen watched Lu Chuan prepare the softening fluid by himself, and watched Lu Chuan collect fingerprints on the resin paint step by step.
“When I was in school, I met an old professor who was very successful in fingerprint collection and taught me a few tricks.”
Lu Chuan was talking to Yang Sen, but his eyes were staring at the resin in the softening fluid.
This kind of softening needs to be controlled well. If it is too hard, it cannot be collected, and if it is too soft, the fingerprint will be destroyed.
For many things, harder is not always better.
"Where did you meet this professor? I'll go too..."
Before Yang Sen finished speaking, he saw Lu Chuan extracting the resin pigment film: "Okay."
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Next, the fingerprint collection is relatively simple. The 367-nanometer laser frequency band is irradiated, and a faint purple pattern appears in front of the two people.
"Brother Yang, take a photo. This development time is short, only about twenty seconds."
Half an hour later.
With three fingerprint photos in hand, Lu Chuan returned to the office.
(End of this chapter)