San Mateo, Galileo Bureau of Investigation.
Carl went back to the dormitory and took a shower. During the shower, he unfortunately exchanged with the goddess.
After the exchange was made, it was already two hours later.
What made Carl useless was that the goddess Lu Yisi was still helping him take a shower.
However, Carl's armpits, leg hair, hand hair...those with hair on his body were shaved off.
The goddess also played with what she was most interested in and what Carl was most ashamed of...
Today, Carl has been accustomed to the curiosity of the sand sculpture goddess about the man's body. She calmly picked up the razor and foam spray bottle on the bathroom floor, cleaned up briefly, and rushed to the forensics department with her sissy and extremely sissy self.
Although Carl has emphasized many times that there is no need to "weed and shaved", it will grow anyway.
And his body hair is not enough, which makes him look pale and manly, even more lacking.
Unfortunately, it was useless at all. The goddess weeded thoroughly and did not let go of every corner. This seemed to have become her fun...
When I arrived at the Criminal Investigation Technology Office, the body of Ann Mongoto, the deceased murderer in the hotel, was lying on the dissection table.
Zhen Nifa is not here, the pregnant mother Polisa is on the morning shift.
The pregnant mother with a big belly and poop was erect, and she was struggling to turn around and fro between the mass spectrometer and the microscope.
When I saw Carl, I greeted him warmly: "Hey! Good news, Neil should be ruled out. Neither had just met the prosecutor, and I probably had news soon."
Polisa greeted Carl to see the electron microscope photo.
"It seems that there is good news that I don't know."
Carl glanced at the girl on the dissection table and mourned for a few seconds.
"Of course, the case is like a fire! If we can't find evidence to catch Neil, I will not have time to give birth to a child!"
Polisa showed Carl one by one the evidence she had so far.
The first one is that the fingerprints on the public coin phone number reported on the crime three or four blocks away from the hotel at the crime scene, as well as the saliva DNA left behind the microphone, all came from another young man's surname.
Although everyone knows it is Chase, Chase only has the fingerprint of the last warehouse theft case in the federal database, and there is no DNA for comparison, so the saliva DNA can only be identified as the young man's surname.
The second item is the key evidence of Neil's escape from his crime, the Blue One-time Glove.
The murderer at the crime scene stabbed twice and used too much force. A small piece of the glove was cut off by a knife, which matched the blue gloves picked up in the trash can in the convenience store three blocks away from the hotel. The shape of the fragments was the same as the fracture surface.
The fingerprints extracted from the gloves are the ones of the warehouse thief Chase, and the sweat DNA in the gloves matches the saliva DNA on the coin-operated microphone.
The murderer and the police call the same bastard!
The short-sized Chase didn't use super power when he went into the convenience store to buy things or call the police, so the surveillance camera looked very clear.
"We are very lucky. Mobile phones are popular. No one uses the coin-operated phone. The murderer's saliva on the microphone is the freshest DNA we collected."
Polisa, who was half a scientist, put another photo of the coin, "Of course, this coin also contains the murderer's fingerprints and sweat. It seems that he was a little nervous when he killed someone. When he went into a convenience store to buy things, he probably wanted to break the banknote and ask for coins to call."
"Well, Yvette is looking for someone near the bay. They must be hiding around there. Are the particles or chemicals on the weapon? Can it help Yvette narrow the scope."
Carl couldn't wait to know the "direct evidence" weapon of Neil's murder.
"Don't worry, Neil usually accumulates virtue and does good deeds, and leads the interns very seriously. The children have learned their skills, but this time they stayed up and were full of energy. They want to rescue Neil."
Polisa released the knife—the weapon that almost tortured Dalton to bald.
"You should have known before that the fingerprint on the knife is the right-handed fingerprint, and Neil is left-handed, and the direction of the death and injury is also the habit of right-handed."
"Yes, I think this cannot make the prosecutor and the judge believe that Neil is innocent, and it is not enough to rule out his suspicion. Even if the gloves are found, the Central Bureau of Investigation, which handles the case, will definitely have a remark."
Carl's right finger tapped regularly on the desktop.
"Yes, they really made up stories and refused to let them go. Even if Neil's personal disciple, the most capable intern, disassembled and compared each fine line on his left and right hands, they would not buy it. But do you remember the fibers they found?"
"I was caught. I haven't heard of fiber. Can fiber reflect the real murderer?" Carl stared at the "thick lines" on the computer screen that were magnified more than a thousand times.
It looks no different from ordinary cotton thread.
"Fiber can reflect Neil's fingerprints, including those with the blood of the victim and those without blood, and are printed after the murder."
Polisa swore that this was the most meticulous job she had ever done.
Of course, the real murderer of Neil's frame-up case is super powerful. He called the police after killing someone and completed it in one go.
Anyone who sees it is all Niels.
Carl understood that the Central Bureau of Investigation was eager to close the case and eliminate Neil's mood, but the more evidence it was, the more it could indicate Neil's innocence.
Since the left-handed's right-handed fingerprint is on the knife, they cannot convince them, so I will list two, three, and countless such evidence!
According to the "presumption of innocence", even if the jury is not sober, most people will support Neil's murder charges.
Not to mention, according to common sense, even if Neil kills a person drunk, he should run away immediately instead of falling asleep and waiting for arrest.
The statement about the waste from the Central Bureau of Investigation was that before the door was opened, no one knew whether Neil was awake or asleep. He might have planned to destroy the evidence, so he became a criminal and was arrested on the spot.
The time of death of the victim is not much different from the time of arrest, and there is no way to prove whether Neil was sleeping or waking up.
Then the question comes again!
If Neil really killed the person, then the front foot kills the person and the back foot is reported by the police. What kind of ability does this whistleblower have developed to know that the victim stops breathing? Instead of the "fun" game in the lover?
Unless the person who reports it, it's the murderer!
"This recording was called by the person who called the police. He pinched his nose and pinched his throat, which did not prevent us from analyzing the original sound, and there was no comparison object for the time being..."
"Polysa!" Carl tapped the desktop finger and paused suddenly, "Hurry, let's go to the scene and find a secretly photographed pinhole camera!"
Carl's thoughts turned and suddenly stopped on the issue of "There is no way to prove that Neil was sleeping or awake when the law enforcement officer broke into the door."
If that cheap hotel has a pinhole camera, it can not only prove that Neil is sleeping or waking up, but also prove that Neil did not kill anyone at all!!
This is much more useful than gloves and knives!
"We just thought of this in the morning, and the interns went to look for it and haven't come back yet."
To be honest, Polisa has no expectations for illegally secretly photographed pinhole cameras.
A judge may not be regarded as legal evidence, but can only be used as evidence, so that the judge and prosecutor believe that the real murderer is someone else.
To take a step back, not every cheap hotel has a perverted secretly-photo-pin camera, and Polisa is not very interested in this idea.
At this time, her cell phone rang, and she was called by the intern who was sent to the scene with the technicians of the technical department.
Chapter completed!