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Burning Heart with Fire ¡¤ Fourteen

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    ¡° Among the case-handling agencies of the Public Security Bureau, we are second-line civilians. Unlike front-line criminal police and security police, we are not equipped with guns when we go out in the field.  But since this series of incidents came out, Ming Ge specially made a report and applied for five 64-type pistols, and asked us to wear them whenever we go out, no matter who we are.  Although Ye Qian is an intern, she already has the status of a people's police officer, and she applied for a gun license as early as last year, so even she is no exception.  From the death order given by Brother Ming, it is not difficult to see that he is actually very nervous about this matter and is not as relaxed as he said.

    Ten minutes later, Pang Lei and I started testing the gun in the office. After confirming that the gun could fire normally, we pushed the magazine into the gun and hid it close to our waists.

    "Let's go!" Pang Lei winked at me, and we both walked out of the office one after another and drove the company's civilian vehicle towards the Luji Town Farmers Market.

    When we arrived, it happened to be the peak trading period of the farmers' market in the afternoon. There were shouts, bargains, and greetings one after another. The entire market was crowded with people coming to buy and sell.  After bumping into passers-by in the market many times, the two of us finally found this small shop with a sign saying "Special Price Grilled Naan".

    Cheap and affordable should be the most eye-catching label of this baked naan shop.  At this moment, the huge naan pit was filled with diners waiting in line. The baked naan the size of a washbasin was quickly sold out as soon as it came out of the pot.  Several young men from Xinjiang with thick eyebrows and big eyes were very busy, and the uncle standing in the store responsible for collecting money was the key witness we were looking for this time - Kurban Reheman.

    Fat Lei and I walked forward and politely showed our police officer ID cards.

    "Hello, police officer." Uncle Kurban put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly to us, and greeted us in a friendly manner.

    "Hello, excuse me." We also followed his example.

    "Please come inside." Uncle Kurban enthusiastically ushered us into the house in his Mandarin with "Xinjiang characteristics."

    "Hello, uncle, it's like this. We are handling a case and need to ask you about a few things." I explained the purpose of my visit while he was busy pouring water.

    Not to mention his sweet-tongued manner, he was welcomed everywhere. This call of "uncle" touched the depths of his heart. He cheerfully handed the water to us: "It's okay. Just ask. I'll tell you everything I know."

    "I wonder if you have any impression of these three consecutively numbered banknotes?" I handed the printed photo to him.

    Uncle Kurban lowered his head and glanced: "I have the impression that this is the latest new money I have withdrawn."

    My eyes lit up: ¡°When did you get it?¡±

    "It should be half a month ago."

    "How much did you withdraw in total? Can you recall what you bought with it?" I asked carefully.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t get much, just three thousand yuan. Part of it was used to buy common things like sesame seeds and flour, and the other part I bought some materials.¡±

    "Materials? What materials?" Sesame and flour are the common currency in the market, and generally no one sells them on a pole, so I put all my hopes on the "materials" he mentioned.

    Uncle Kurban grinned and faced the door: "The young men in my store usually work very hard. They wanted to eat cut cakes, so I bought some nuts, raisins and other things to make some."

    "Uncle, can you remember any transactions worth more than 300 yuan?" This question is indeed a bit difficult. It has been so long, who still remembers these trivial things?  I just asked tentatively.

    "Remember!" Uncle Kurban replied with two words.

    "Do you really remember?"

    "Isn't it said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen? I usually keep accounts when I spend money. I will check the account book for you and you will know." After Uncle Kurban said that, he turned and walked towards the back room. Fat Lei and I were so excited  High five.

    "Raisins are 240 yuan, candied fruits are 450 yuan, dates are 166 yuan, glutinous rice is 185 yuan, sucrose is 410 yuan, cashew nuts are 310 yuan, walnuts are 330 yuan" Uncle Kurban read out the bill one by one.

    According to our analysis, the closer the goods are to 300 yuan, the more suspicious they are, so after layers of screening, I listed cashew nuts and walnuts as the focus.

    "Where did you buy these things?"

    ¡°What¡¯s not sold in such a big farmer¡¯s market? I buy everything in the market.¡±

    "All in the store?" Because the suspect is likely to be a businessman, anything purchased in the store can be eliminated first.

     "Everything except walnuts."

    "What? Are you sure?" I thought I would continue to ask, but I didn't expect Uncle Kurban to give me the final result directly.

    "Sure, of course I'm sure. I originally wanted to buy walnut kernels directly, but the young man in the store was afraid that the processed walnut kernels were not fresh, so he had to buy dried walnuts and process them himself. There are often people in the market carrying burdens and shouting, and I happened to meet them that day.  So I bought some. The original price of walnuts was 339 yuan. The vendor was very nice and gave me a zero. I thought he was quite nice, so I cut two naan breads for him and took them with me."

    Hearing this result, Pang Lei and I looked at each other, extremely excited.

    "Can you describe this person's physical characteristics?" I suppressed my excitement and continued to ask.

    "Height, I'm about the same as you. He's in his 40s and has a strong body."

    "What are you wearing? What clothes are you wearing?"

    "A black coat, blue pants, it rained a few days ago, and he was wearing short rubber shoes."

    Hearing this description, Pang Lei already knew what was going on, and the only remaining task was to screen out the qualified suspects from the city surveillance at the entrance of the roasted naan shop.  After bidding farewell to Uncle Kurban, Pang Lei stepped on the accelerator and headed straight to the unit. Soon, he cut out the clear photo of the suspect from the video.  Based on the photos, the criminal police team began to investigate overnight. Finally, with the cooperation of the operational technical detachment, the suspect Xu Li was captured in a private house in Maxiang Village, Yunxi City.  Lao Xian extracted the human tissue fragments of the deceased in Xu Li's room, and the kitchen knife used to dismember the body was also recovered.  The unknown fingerprints on the three hundred-yuan bills were left by Xu Li.  In the face of irrefutable evidence, Xu Li cannot escape justice.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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