MMB Chapter 433 The true identity of the clerk
Chapter 433 The true identity of the clerk
Chapter 433 The true identity of the clerk
Chen Fan nodded: "Yes, but I already know the basic information here, and you will be in charge of the interrogation, just arrest them."
The police didn't expect that they would be clearly arranged by a soldier in their lifetime.
It should be said that I was a small bronze, and I was directly led into a king by the soldier in front of me.
But Chen Fan didn't come home empty-handed, at least he knew the clues of the woman and their organizational structure.
Chen Fan asked the rest of the people: "Do you have anything to gain now?"
Leng Feng said: "I'm still tracking the trajectory of that car, I guess I can get some news from them."
And Chen Fan's top priority now is to find that key woman.
After all, she holds the key to victory in this mission.
Chen Fan went to the drugstore at the door again, and the clerk was still playing with his mobile phone.
Seeing a lot of blood on Chen Fan's body, he jokingly said, "Do you also need some bandages and hemostatic medicine?"
Chen Fan shook his head: "I want to use the surveillance camera in your store to have a look."
Chen Fan asked, "Which day do you want to watch?"
Chen Fan said that two days ago, the man's eyes flickered slightly.
Chen Fan asked, "What's the matter? Did something happen two days ago?"
The man shook his head: "No."
The movement of the man's hands didn't stop, but for no reason he started to ask why Chen Fan watched the surveillance.
"Why do you suddenly want to watch the surveillance from two days ago? Did you find anything in the community?"
Chen Fan didn't speak.
The clerk might also find it boring, so he found the video from two days ago and transferred it to Chen Fan.
In order to increase the browsing speed, he played directly at double speed.
Standing behind Chen Fan, staring at the computer screen.
After Chen Fan looked at it for a while, he suddenly pressed the pause button.
When he turned around again, his expression became extremely serious.
He looked at the clerk and said, "This monitoring is fake."
The clerk's hand trembled unnaturally, and then he pretended to be shocked and said, "How is this possible? Are you joking?"
The clerk adjusted it twice and pointed out to Chen Fan that it was automatically stored on the cloud disk.
Generally, this kind of video cannot be changed, and the things recorded in the video are the same, so how can you tell if it is true or false?
Chen Fan said, "Do you want me to teach you how to fake the surveillance video more perfectly next time? It's very simple. First, the light is wrong. Although the two frames seem to have little difference, in fact, their There is a difference in light. The shape of the shadow of this tree is a way to distinguish."
The clerk froze in place in a daze.
Then Chen Fan said: "There is the second point, which is also very simple. This is to record the video around the street, but it can still record some decorations in your store. It's like these two bottles of medicine. Before the video, I saw that the two days before and after were full, but on this day, there was a bottle of medicine missing in this position."
The clerk debated: "A patient bought it, and we usually sell this medicine."
Chen Fan said: "It is true that someone bought this medicine, but you just happened to get the mop at the door stuck in this gap two days before and after, but on this day, the mop was left hanging outside."
The clerk was speechless for a moment.
He said helplessly: "I thought I adjusted the video so quickly that you wouldn't notice these problems at all."
He laughed self-deprecatingly.
Chen Fan said, "If your expression were a little more natural, maybe I wouldn't doubt you. After all, I believed everything you told me before I went to the community to investigate. But now it seems that this should be It's part of your plan, tell me, where is that woman now."
This time the man was not like the last man, who came up with a sad face and said that he didn't know.
He didn't say anything, which means he knew.
Moreover, he also holds an important position in this organization.
Chen Fan suddenly thought of the bag with his computer in it.
When I saw it in the house, there was blood on the bag.
He looked at the man in front of him and asked, "Looking at your hands, you must have been touching a scalpel all year round, right? Especially, there are calluses on the knuckles of your fingers, which don't seem to be left from playing with mobile phones in the office all year round."
The man remained silent.
Chen Fan said: "Since I have guessed everything about you, can you let me prove it?"
The man didn't speak, he looked at Chen Fan, as if wondering what his purpose was.
Chen Fan suddenly grabbed the clerk's hand, took out a small dagger with his right hand, and stuck it on his fingertips.
Blood appeared on the man's fingertips.
Chen Fan also smeared the man's blood on the plastic bag.
At this time, the plastic bag already had the blood of an unknown number of people.
Chen Fan pointed the plastic bag at a bright place and looked at it for a few seconds.
He said suddenly: "The blood in these two places comes from the same person. Obviously, this blood should belong to you, right?"
The man suddenly laughed out loud: "You are too funny, why, and the new trick you learned from the TV series? You don't test blood anymore, now you have to test the color of blood instead?"
Chen Fan said: "Did you know that everything has a shape? Rainwater, snowflakes, including human tears. With the help of some kind of instrument, they can be classified by shape."
The man looked at Chen Fan expressionlessly: "What do you mean? You mean, you can tell which is my blood just by looking at your eyes? Are you kidding? Are you trying to blow me up?"
Chen Fan chuckled and said, "You finally admit that you are a member of this organization."
Clerk: "."
Damn it, how can it be impossible to guard against it!
Chen Fan is a bastard, his words go around, you can't tell which sentence he will get into.
In the end, I can only follow his train of thought.
His face was ashen, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
Chen Fan continued: "But I didn't lie to you. The day you cut someone's organ, or bandaged someone's organ, you must have hurt your hand, otherwise there would be no chance of your blood on it."
Perhaps Chen Fan's eyes didn't look like he was joking.
Maybe he really thought about what happened at that time.
The man hesitated and began to recall whether he had been injured.
and many more!
He really hurt that day!
Just after the surgery.
There was a little blood splattered on his face, the blood of those poor people whose organs had been harvested.
He hated the blood of this kind of person on his body, so in a hurry, he wanted to wipe it off with the back of his hand.
But he might have been too impatient at the time, forgetting that the scalpel in his hand was pointing at him.
A knife tip scratched his face.
The blood that Chen Fan mentioned may have come from this way!
(End of this chapter)