Multiple Sins

Immediately after, the person in question also laughed.

Maybe that was the reason.

The two of them continued to chat about some of the anecdotes they had in school, including Liao Ke's guitar and the girls who liked him.

Afterwards, the steaks were served.

Xiao He felt that the time was right.

"Then when are you going back?"

"Actually, I'm not in a hurry. I'm actually quite curious about the purpose of your appointment."

"Indeed. It's been so long since I've seen you, and indeed we should get together. It's just that I'm ashamed that I haven't found the time. It was only when there was a case recently that I thought of you."

"Why did you think of me?"

"Let's not worry about that first. Let's talk about your old profession. You're the only one in our dorm who's studying for handwriting identification. Are you still working on it? You know that the first person I thought of when I met that problem was you. "

"It's okay, sometimes I can use it a little. The people around me are all surprised, but I'm not sure if there's any difference between its technique and the previous one."

Xiao He felt slightly relieved. After all, it was hard to find a written expert like him in the entire city.

If he came today for nothing, he would be in deep trouble.

"That's good. I'm counting on you."

He was willing to help, but hearing Xiao He's words, he did not agree.

"How can you say that? Do you think I don't know your level?" "Generally, a single person fighting a single person can solve this problem."

After saying that, Liao Ke stopped his knife and fork, and looked at him with a meaningful smile.

Xiao He sighed, although what he said was reasonable. However, after that incident, he had given up on studying so many professional things, such that he was not sure if he could face such a common problem.

"Have you given up? I heard about that case. Are you okay? "

"Not bad." Xiao He's answer was so brief that he could hardly believe it.

Noticing his escape, Liao Jie tactfully changed the topic.

"Then tell me, what's the problem this time? I wish I could. "

"Actually, the identification of writing is still secondary, it's mainly about the analysis and judgement of the writing psychology. In this aspect, I remember that you can always do well, so I came to find you." Xiao He chewed the meat in his mouth and continued:

"But since the evidence in this case is not complete, I asked when you were going to leave so as not to delay you."

"It's fine. I'll leave in June at the latest. There's still a month left, so you don't have to worry."

Xiao He saw him say this, so he took out a sealed evidence bag and a new pair of gloves from his document bag and placed them on the table.

"I was afraid you might refuse for some irresistible reason, so I took it out of the station."

Look, if I can, I'll call you at the right time and invite you to the police station.

"Yeah." Liao Ke said as he picked up the evidence bag on the table and looked at it.

Soon, his eyes focused on the bottom right corner of the piece of paper.

"You mean this string of numbers?"

"That's right." Xiao He was now completely relieved.

"Sure enough, I found the right person."

Liao Ke looked at them, and his frown deepened. Xiao He knew that he had already begun his analysis.

"Alright, in that case, let me ask a few questions first. "If you don't know, you can leave it for now."

Xiao He nodded.

"First of all, what do you want to know from my analysis?"

"I want to know, what is the meaning of this string of numbers?"

"Second question, what kind of person is the deceased? Cultural level, personality traits, etc. "

"At junior high school level, his personality is irritable and irritable."

"Then, what is this piece of paper used for?"

"For now, I don't know. "But right now, my guess is that it's just a temporary method to calculate numbers." Xiao He was very sincere. He knew that he could answer no more than three questions about this piece of paper.

"So, where did you get this piece of paper from? The more specific the better."

"I found it on the tea table in the dead man's house."

"Is there anything else around? such as a pen or extra paper of the same type. "

"Nope." Xiao He's answer was exceptionally decisive, because this was also one of his doubts.

"Did you find the pen at the deceased's house?"

"Not yet." Xiao He also lowered his head. This was the reason why he felt confused.

"In fact, there wasn't even a pen in the house."

At this point, Liao Xun had a rough understanding of the situation.

"Judging from the ink on this piece of paper, they come from the same pen."

Xiao He widened his eyes. The information that was randomly drawn on it was actually from the same pen.

"Well, first we have to find out if it's all written in the hand of the dead." Xiao He said.

"According to my current estimation, the numbers in the corner and the words calculated on them are from two different people." Liao Ge narrowed his eyes and stared at the bunch of numbers in the corner.

With regards to this point, Xiao He's guess had been verified. The series of numbers were indeed different.

"So, are there any other writing materials available at the family home?" Liao Ke asked.

"No, not even a pen. How could there be anything written by a pen?"

"No wonder. The words in the calculation section are very clumsy and laborious. It's obvious that you aren't used to holding a brush. so it's quite possible that it came from the dead. "

"Therefore, a person who does not like to write suddenly uses paper and pen to record. "Even if it's more of a rough draft of a calculation, isn't it more convenient to use a cell phone's calculator?" Xiao He's question seemed reasonable.

"So, I think this is the breakthrough in the case. In the current situation, I think this string of numbers is probably the result of the calculation. "

"Yes, I thought so at first. But if you look closely, these numbers never appear at the end of any of these operations. So I ruled it out. "

"Maybe the calculation process on this piece of paper isn't complete?" Liao Xun hit the nail on the head.

This, Xiao He really did not think of, but he was still unwilling.

"But if the result wasn't on this piece of paper, then why is the result written here?"

"Yes, yes," Liao Ke nodded. After thinking for a while, he recalled Xiao He's method of using a calculator. Thus, an idea flashed across his mind:

"Indeed, do you think it's because …"

"There is no other piece of paper?" The two of them spoke at almost the same time.