Fan Keqin immediately took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, saying: "Tweezers!"

As a result, this group of people searched around and found no tweezers. But it was not surprising. They were from the Operations Department, and under the leadership of Zhu Kui, their work was not so delicate. Apart from firearms, they basically did not bring anything else with them before going out.

of.

Therefore, Fan Keqin could only put the iron bucket aside and let one person look at it. Then he ordered Yan Shiyi, "Call the Legal Affairs Department and ask them to send two appraisers and bring it with them."

Camera, magnifying glass and other tools.”

"Understood!" Yan Shi said, turned around, grabbed the phone number in this office, and called back directly.

While he was on the phone, Fan Keqin searched around the room, and on the wall behind the desk, a painting came into his sight.

This is a painting "The Passion of St. Anthony" by Michelangelo when he was twelve or three years old. Of course, this is obviously a fake, because there is a Chinese name on the top of the painting, as well as some basic introduction to the painting.

But the painting is neither high nor low, and it doesn’t match the style of the entire office. So what does it mean to hang the painting there?

Fan Keqin pointed and said: "Move that painting."

The two agents wore white gloves and carefully took off the painting. Sure enough, a safe was revealed at the back. Fan Keqin then walked over, observed it carefully, and gently pulled it without opening it.

So he turned around and said: "Find the sales company of this safe. Ask them to send technicians to come and open the lock." While speaking, he also pointed to a painted sign under the safe, the Divine Shield.

After all the instructions were given, Fan Keqin turned around and went out, and followed Yu Dehai to the manager's office. This room was obviously smaller than the boss's office he just looked at. Because the room was small, there were fewer furnishings inside.

Fan Keqin asked: "What's the discovery?"

Yu Dehai walked inside, took another iron bucket from it and said, "It's full of paper dust. Take a look."

Fan Keqin took it and carefully flipped through it with a pen for a while. Unfortunately, nothing slipped through the net this time. However, he found a cigarette butt in an ashtray on the table. He pinched it gently with his hand.

, took it out and looked at it, then smelled it under the nose, slowly turned the cigarette butt, and found two small marks on it, which were obviously tooth marks.

Some people smoke and are willing to put the cigarette butt on their lips and bite it inadvertently. The marks on it may be left by the smoker unintentionally.

While he was thinking about how to use this trace, an agent ran in and said: "Section Chief, this person said he knows where their boss and manager live."

When Fan Keqin heard this, he looked at the man next to him and saw that he was wearing a large suit and looked about forty years old. Perhaps because he had never seen such a formation, his expression was a little nervous and sweat was pouring from his forehead.

He was wiping it with a handkerchief in his hand. When the man saw Fan Keqin turning his face to look at him, he grinned hurriedly, bent down and nodded, saying: "Sir."

"Hmm." Fan Keqin asked, "What do you call it?"

The man said: "I have a labor question. I am the business director of this trading house, Su Deling."

"Hello, Director Su." Fan Keqin said, "Do you know your boss's home and your manager's home?"

"I know, I know." Su Deling said: "Our boss's name is Hu Yunlong and the manager's name is Yuan Lixin. I have been to their home for dinner, so I know where I live."

"Very good. Then please ask Director Su to take our people there." After Fan Keqin finished speaking, he turned to Yu Dehai and said: "Lao Yu, take your brothers and search this place thoroughly.

A home for two.”

"Understood." Yu Dehai replied, turned to look at Su Deling and said, "Let's go, Mr. Su." He patted Su Deling's arm and walked out.

"Hey, okay, please." Su Deling said, taking Yu Dehai out of the room first.

Fan Keqin turned around and ordered: "Continue searching!" The agents continued to work.

About twenty-five minutes later, two appraisers from the Legal Affairs Department rushed over. Fan Keqin took the cigarette butt, handed it to them, and said, "There are two marks on it. I suspect they are tooth marks. Turn around."

Please help me check the dental records in the city. If someone with good conditions has something wrong with their teeth, they probably won’t hesitate to see a doctor. So there may be some medical records left."

One of the identification agents opened a small paper bag, put the cigarette butts inside, then opened a box he was carrying and put it in a corner. This was an evidence box made of hardwood, but he was afraid of using soft bags.

I bumped into it while walking, causing damage to the evidence. But the evidence box made of wood is afraid of fire.

In the West, especially Americans, they are basically made of metal, such as aluminum, which is very high-end. There are also grooves and fillers in it. The National Government cannot afford it. So let’s talk about it.

Do it, or open a separate factory or workshop to make this stuff? In fact, in Shangfeng's eyes, it is better to use these workers to make weapons. Even if you pour some gunpowder into the iron case, you can make more

Make some land mines.

Fan Keqin could also understand, and the wooden box was enough. The chance of being burned down halfway was still very small. So, he said: "Have you brought all the tools I asked you to bring?"

The appraiser said, "I brought it." He patted another box.

Fan Keqin said: "Very good, follow me first." After saying that, he took the two appraisers back to the boss's office and said: "Give me the tweezers."

An appraiser put the box on the desk, opened it, took out the tweezers and handed it to Fan Keqin. After taking it, the latter carefully picked up the piece of paper that was not completely burned and said: "Magnifying glass."

The appraiser then reached out and handed over a magnifying glass. Fan Keqin held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. Although the piece of paper had been heated to high temperatures, although it did not completely turn into ashes, it was still very fragile, so Fan Keqin tried to control his hand.

I applied the force very gently and slowly and looked back and forth several times.

With the help of a magnifying glass, he finally saw a few darker marks in the already completely black paper.

It was some handwriting. Fan Keqin worked hard to identify it and finally determined what it was. The words "Lease Hefu Street One" were written on it.

It’s just not clear what these words mean. After all, it’s just a small piece of paper, maybe somewhere in two lines of text in a document. It’s very difficult to connect them all.

Fan Keqin turned around and said, "This thing is too brittle. Is there any way to take it back?"

"Yes." An appraiser looked at it carefully, turned around, took out a glass round blood collection dish from the box, opened the top cover, and said: "Chief Fan, I won't do it, please be careful and put it in

Inside.”

Hearing this, Fan Keqin gently and slowly placed the fragile piece inside. The appraiser carefully closed the lid and said, "You don't need to move it when you get back. It's all transparent. If

If you want to see it, just take this and look at it." After saying that, he turned around and gently placed the blood collection container in the evidence box. He also peeled away some of the cotton stuffed inside, and then piled it up carefully.

Next to the blood collection dish, he said: "This way there will be no problem."

Fan Keqin nodded and said: "You guys can help search for evidence here. After all, you two are professionals, and then see if you can collect fingerprints."

Just as he said this, the phone rang, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on it. Fan Keqin waved his hand, walked up to it, and waited for it to ring seven or eight times before he picked it up.

He put it to his ear and listened, then said: "Hello."

I heard Yu Dehai's voice coming over, saying: "Section Chief, I have arrived at the house of the owner of the trading house and the manager's house. I have also left a few brothers behind and are searching for them. Do you want to come and take a look?"

at……"

After hearing him tell the address, Fan Keqin first gestured to everyone, asking them to continue searching, and then said: "Well, okay, you search first, I will be there in a moment."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Keqin sat here until it was almost over, and then he said to Yan Shi: "Old Yan, take your brothers to see the finishing touches, and finally notify the police station to seal this place."

Yan Shi nodded and said: "Yes, Section Chief. What should we do with those people who have not been able to contact their guarantors for a while?"

Fan Keqin asked: "Are there many people like this?"

Yan Shiyi said: "Nine people. The rest have been contacted, paid bail, and have been released. However, I have registered them all."

Fan Keqin said: "Then take them all back and lock them up first. They will not be released until the guarantor comes. But you also have to pay attention. For those who have not been contacted for the time being, but there are definitely some, record them separately. If

In the end, we still couldn’t contact you, so we immediately conducted an in-depth investigation!”

Yan Shiyi said: "I understand."

Fan Keqin turned to look at the two appraisers from the Legal Affairs Department and said, "Brothers, follow me to other places to help search for certificates." After saying that, he led the two people downstairs and drove into his car.

Arrive at No. 106, Silver Lock Street.

This is the address that Yu Dehai just called. It is also the home of Hu Yunlong, the boss of Huangyu Trading Company. It is a small second floor in a single-family house.

It was already dark at this time, but all the lights inside were on. Two operational agents were leaning against the door, staring at the situation on the street.
Chapter completed!