Chapter 5 The Bone Collector 6

  Pan Jian nodded and quickly turned away. Now everyone is working overtime for this case. He doesn't have to worry, there will be results by tomorrow.

  "Judging from the scars on the surface of the corpse, there are three holes on this side that were shot into the body very regularly." Zhao Junjie pointed to the X-ray film.

  "Yes, it was artificially inserted. From the state of recovery from the wound, it can be confirmed that it was inserted after the deceased's death. Because there are no obvious signs of recovery around the wound, cell growth has stopped."

  Zhang Tong carefully observed a piece of intact skin under the microscope, which he had cut off while searching for substances under the deceased's skin.

  "The question now is why the murderer wanted to insert these things into the deceased. What exactly are they? What role do they play? When I took them out just now, I felt that they might be metal or something similar, with a certain weight."

  The words had just fallen. The computer fax machine started up and emitted a series of beeps. Zhang Tong stood up and walked over to the fax machine: "We already have the results."

  As soon as he heard this, Zhao Junjie immediately came over.

  This is a computerized chemical composition identification report sent over from the trace evidence lab. Since the trace evidence lab is located at the other end of the public security bureau building, it takes several minutes to walk there. So when work is busy and they can't leave, those young trace evidence examiners will use the fax machine to run errands for themselves.

  "Dr. Pan is still quite fast. It took less than half an hour to get the results."

  Zhang Tong heard the words and looked disdainful. She naturally understood why Pan Jian had such a high efficiency in handling matters. If someone else were to go, it would already be a miracle if they could finish it within an hour. So, at this moment, the report has arrived, but Pan Jian is nowhere to be seen. Of course, this is also understandable.

  "Gold, 0.1 milligrams; copper, 0.7 milligrams; steel, 0.4 milligrams; resin, 0.3 milligrams." Zhao Junjie read out the composition table. However, he was still confused. "This can only prove that those black substances are metals. But what it is exactly is still unknown."

  "This isn't difficult. We have a database here that has detailed records of the chemical composition of many representative substances used in various industries and businesses. This will more or less help us determine the general scope." At this time, Zhao Junjie's eyes were fixed on Zhang Tong, whose eyes sparkled with excitement, her mouth slightly upturned, and a confident smile written all over her face. Zhao Junjie couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment. Having been stuck in this place for so long, he had sadly developed a misconception that Zhang Tong, this woman, might have forgotten what it was like to smile due to dealing with dead people for too long. Yet, unexpectedly, when she did smile, Zhang Tong turned out to be incredibly beautiful.

  The computer quickly found the answer in the database, but it was incomprehensible... Used for making crafts such as fur and specimen, rivets play a role in fixing materials.

  "Could our murderer actually be a leather jacket maker?"

  Zhang Tong furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then shook his head decisively: "No. Nowadays, many people who make leather jackets use machines. Besides, those who make leather jackets wouldn't have such a deep understanding of the human skeleton. They would know where to cut without damaging the bones. I think he's very likely a specimen preparation technician. Only professionals would use this kind of rivet, ordinary people don't even know it exists. I need to inform Ya Nan about this lead immediately. There aren't many specimen preparation technicians left, especially those with exceptional craftsmanship."

  The sky outside the window has imperceptibly turned a pale white, although the shallow gray cloud layer still covers the sun, but it can't hide the approaching dawn at all. The streetlights on the road are extinguished one by one in order. Some early risers have already started to go out for morning exercise.

  This is a brand new day. Zhang Tong rubbed his sore shoulders. He wanted to pick up the phone on the table and call his uncle. After all, it was his uncle who had been taking care of his mother for him these days.

  But the next scene made her a little scared. Although the mobile phone was already in her right hand, just as she was about to start pressing the keys, her right hand suddenly had no feeling at all. The phone also fell onto the floor tile, making a crisp sound. Suddenly, the phone's battery and main unit were separated.

  Zhang Tong was stunned. Not long ago, when she opened the door by herself at night, the scene of accidentally dropping the key on the floor appeared in front of her eyes again. She remembered it very clearly. At that moment, her fingers suddenly lost their feeling and became extremely numb.

  Zhang Tong subconsciously grabbed his completely numb right palm with his left hand, his heart racing wildly. The phone on the ground in front of him stared pitifully at him.

  What's going on? Why did my right hand become like this? Zhang Tong furrowed his brow tightly, feeling a sense of helplessness he had never felt before closing in on him step by step.

  Policemen are also human beings, grown up eating all kinds of grains and food. Of course, they also have things that scare them. Wang Yanan is not afraid of death. Having been a policeman for so many years, she has never frowned in the face of death threats. Last time, that reckless robber who waved a shiny sharp knife at her thought he could make this short and thin female police officer retreat to the side. Who would have thought that Wang Yanan went up with a sweep of her leg and knocked him down? With just three or two moves, she neatly put handcuffs on the robber. For this, Wang Yanan earned the title "Desperate Three".

  But Wang Yan also had times when she was afraid. That was every time she made a phone call to inform the victim's family to come and identify the body. She always hesitated in front of the phone for a long time, took a deep breath, and then picked up the phone. Fortunately, such times were not many.

  The overnight data sorting finally roughly determined the scope of the first victim. Wang Yan said, "I really didn't expect that our small Tianchang City would have three people with this strange disease. Isn't it a genetic disorder? I think the probability shouldn't be very high."

  Zhao Yun swallowed the last mouthful of already cold coffee and let out a long sigh: "Captain Wang, I'm not a doctor, can't answer that question. But just talking about what we're eating now, how much of it can we trust? Those unscrupulous businessmen, they've got no conscience, they'll put anything into the food."

  Wang Yanan glared at him. "Don't be like a garrulous old man, hurry up and work." She said, putting the selected documents into a file folder. "Let's go through them one by one."

  "Now?" Zhao Yun pointed at the wall clock. "It's just past five."

  "Will the murderer choose a time to kill? We're already running out of time, hurry up!" Wang Yan urged impatiently. Her mood was terrible. Because among the three people on this list in her hand, one of them was someone she had to face and bring bad news to. She didn't like the feeling of being the bearer of bad news.

  "We still need to go to Tianchang University today to ask Professor Ding of the Biology Department about the specimen preparation situation." On the bus, Wang Yanan suddenly remembered a call from Zhang Tong more than an hour ago.

  Zhao Yun nodded slightly, and gently stepped on the accelerator. The police car slowly drove out of the public security bureau's courtyard. After a beautiful turn, it silently slid onto the wide road in front of the public security bureau.