After lunch, a dozen people did not go back to rest, the atmosphere in the fingerprint war meeting room was somewhat oppressive.
It was as if before the storm arrived, heavy clouds pressed down overhead, with no wind, no rain, just a suffocating oppression.
Wang Huiyou's earlier words made everyone's mood somewhat heavy again.
Lu Chuan sighed, forcing himself to focus on the computer screen.
Fortunately, the case was solved.
The soul of that child in heaven would eventually find peace.
The third case.
After the war, there were only over eighty murder cases in the fingerprint database. Lu Chuan excluded a few in Haizhou City, which he had compared last month, finding no target fingerprints in the system, and randomly chose one.
This time, the fingerprint was even more blurred compared to the previous two.
It was only a narrow strip less than half a centimeter wide.
