flstandardbreds Chapter 1045 Investigation Results of the Construction Project Department
Chapter 1045 Investigation Results of the Construction Project Department
小王突然起身：&34;我注意到工地监控在案发前后有47分钟空白，管理员坚称硬盘故障。技术科恢复了部分数据，发现删除指令来自项目部办公室的一台电脑。&34;他调出电脑使用记录，&34;操作时间是7月11日凌晨2:17，而死者死亡时间正是7月10日晚至11日凌晨。&34;
讨论持续到正午，白板上的线索图已经错综复杂。李明用红笔将&34;项目部电脑&34;与&34;朱砂&34;&34;稀有木材&34;连成三角：&34;接下来分四个方向：我亲自带队核查木材与朱砂来源；张林跟进病理检测；小王深挖项目部电脑记录；小周继续筛查医疗档案。&34;
After the meeting, the team members rushed to their respective posts. Li Ming stood in front of the whiteboard, staring at the faded ring mark on the deceased's photograph. Outside the window, the tower crane at the Wangjialiang construction site was still slowly turning, the faint sound of its mechanical arm cutting through the air seeming to mock humanity's persistent pursuit of the truth. And this investigation, a race against time, had only just begun to unfold.
When Xiao Wang and his team stepped back into the Wangjialiang construction project office, the midday sun was casting dappled light and shadows through the mottled glass windows onto the dusty desks. A pungent formaldehyde odor permeated the office, mingling with the chemical smell of building materials piled in the corners, creating a nauseating atmosphere. Project manager Liu Dahai, sitting in a creaking leather executive chair, greeted them with a forced smile: "Officer, didn't we explain everything clearly last time? The surveillance hard drive really did break down accidentally."
Ignoring the other person's pleasantries, Xiao Wang went straight to the computer where the surveillance data had been deleted. Technician Xiao Li immediately began disassembling the computer; the sound of screwdrivers clattering against metal parts was particularly clear in the quiet office. "Manager Liu, who usually uses this computer?" Xiao Wang asked without turning his head. Liu Dahai's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes flickered: "This...this is a public computer; people from the project department might use it."
At this moment, Xiao Li suddenly exclaimed, "Captain Wang, there are traces of data recovery on the hard drive! Someone tried to completely destroy the records using professional data recovery software, but some fragments are still left." Xiao Wang's eyes sharpened instantly, and he turned to look at Liu Dahai, whose face had turned deathly pale.
Under Xiao Wang's persistent questioning, Xiao Chen, the data clerk in the project department, finally broke down under pressure and tremblingly admitted that he had deleted the surveillance data according to Liu Dahai's instructions. "Manager Liu said there were some problems with the surveillance footage from that period, and he was worried it would affect the project's progress, so he asked me to remove it." Xiao Chen lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "I...I didn't know it was related to the murder case!"
As the investigation deepened, more problems surfaced. When Xiao Wang led a team to search the project site warehouse, they discovered a large quantity of substandard building materials. The diameter of the steel bars was a full two millimeters thinner than the national standard, and the cement grade was also severely substandard. "Where are these materials going to be used?" Xiao Wang picked up a rusty steel bar and questioned the warehouse manager. The manager wiped the cold sweat from his brow and stammered, "This...this is spare material; its purpose hasn't been determined yet."
In the finance office, Xiao Wang and his colleagues found two sets of ledgers. The surface accounts were meticulously prepared, but the real ledger in the hidden compartment recorded a shocking secret: the project team had profited nearly ten million yuan in just six months by cutting corners and exaggerating the amount of work done. One expenditure of 50 yuan caught Xiao Wang's attention; the remarks column read "special handling fee," but the specific purpose was vague.
Despite possessing evidence of shoddy workmanship by the project team, Xiao Wang found nothing regarding the deceased's identity. He interviewed everyone in the project team, from the project manager to ordinary workers, and received the same answer: they had never seen the deceased nor heard of anything related to him. Even when Xiao Wang showed them a photo of the deceased, everyone's reaction seemed perfectly natural, without the slightest flaw.
As the sun set, its afterglow streamed through the project office windows, illuminating the investigation documents scattered on the floor. Xiao Wang sat at his desk, piled high with files, rubbing his throbbing temples. Xiao Li handed him a glass of cold tea. "Team Leader Wang," he said, "the project office has quite a few problems, but they don't seem to have anything to do with the deceased." Xiao Wang stared at the recovered CCTV footage on the computer screen; blurry figures moved in the images, but faces remained indistinct. "Investigate further," he gritted his teeth. "Since they wanted to delete this footage, there must be something fishy going on. Even the slightest clue can't be ignored."
As he left the project site, Xiao Wang glanced back at the gleaming building. Night was falling, and the site's searchlights began to illuminate the area, casting swaying shadows of the tower cranes like menacing monsters. He knew that the battle against the truth hidden in the darkness had only just begun. Those blinded by greed would ultimately pay the price for their actions; however, the identity of the deceased remained a mystery, waiting to be unraveled.
Li Ming placed a specimen of wood shavings from the tulip tree under a stereomicroscope. Under 40x magnification, the thickened spirals of the vessel molecules were clearly visible. "The tree's growth rings indicate it's over 50 years old," said Xiao Yang, wearing white gloves, as he picked up another cinnabar sample with tweezers. "The cinnabar contains an abnormally high amount of realgar, exceeding the industrial standard by 37%." The two stood beside the forensic lab's workbench, the rain outside the window pattering against the glass, mirroring their heavy hearts.
The first stop was Yazhu Home Furnishings, the city's largest high-end furniture factory. The rosewood desk in the factory manager's office exuded a rich woody fragrance, and the jade thumb ring on the manager's finger reflected a green light in the sunlight: "North American tulipwood? We only use FAS-grade imported boards, and every batch has a customs declaration." He pushed open the carved wooden door, showing the temperature- and humidity-controlled raw material warehouse, where neatly stacked timber was labeled with laser anti-counterfeiting tags. However, when Xiao Yang used a portable wood density meter to test it, the instrument emitted an abnormal beep on a batch of "tulipwood" boards in the corner—the density value was 0.52 g/cm³, far below the standard value of 0.65 g/cm³.
"This is just dyed catalpa wood." Xiao Yang lifted the anti-counterfeiting label on the edge of the board, revealing rough wood grain underneath. "You used nitrocellulose lacquer to imitate the yellowish-brown texture of tulip trees." The factory manager's face instantly turned from rosy to ashen, his jade ring clicking crisply on the table: "There's a problem with our supply chain! We're victims too!" Under pressure, the warehouse manager handed over the delivery slip; the supplier was none other than "Yuanda Timber Trading Company"—a company that had just been penalized by the market supervision bureau three months prior for selling counterfeit building materials.