"No, I can't tell you this!"
In the speeding car, Ding Lan rejected Zhao Yu's request.
"Actually," Ding Lan explained, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I don't know very well either!"
"Don't make trouble, your work efficiency and advanced technology are so greedy!" Zhao Yu begged, "Without identity information, no photos, and no phone calls, you can just rely on a 3D image drawn by painters. Find a man who has been missing for 30 years
"And it's so fast. If we had this method, wouldn't the term fugitive disappear from the dictionary?"
"That's not the case," Ding Lan said, "Technology aside, the main issue is resources, which is not as simple as you think!
"Besides, this is also a matter of probability, and it may not necessarily be the person we are looking for!
"Look..." Ding Lan handed the phone to Zhao Yu and asked, "Does it look like it?"
"Well..."
Zhao Yu looked at the photo on his phone. It was an instant photo sent to Ding Lan by the agents, which had just been secretly taken by the suspect.
Zhao Yu carefully identified it and felt that it was somewhat different from the 3D portrait.
"This person's name is Lin Bentao. He is 61 years old and runs a small supermarket," Ding Lan said. "We found out that this person's identity is fake. He does not receive government subsidies, so he should be black.
"Through computer comparison, we found that his facial features are 78% similar to the wanted portrait. This is relatively high among portrait comparisons."
"Oh..." Zhao Yu asked hurriedly, "The suspects are two brothers. Have you checked? Does this person have any brothers?"
"No," Ding Lan said, "Not only does this person have no brothers, but he also has no family. He just hired a young clerk in the store...
“Also, he lives in the store and has no other place to live.
"My people have already deployed the control, and the suspect will never be able to escape! However," Ding Lanyan said, "After all, this is the task of your Criminal Department, and our agents are still not very open to the public! You understand me What do you mean?"
Of course, Zhao Yu understood that these agents usually had other identities, so it was naturally not convenient for them to show their faces.
"Don't worry! Can I let a 60-year-old man run away?" After saying that, Zhao Yu returned the phone to Ding Lan, "I just hope I didn't find the wrong person..."
It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening. Tai O is a city that never sleeps. It had just entered the peak period at this moment. The highway was busy with traffic. They drove for more than half an hour before reaching their destination.
This is a residential area on the east side of Tai O close to the pier. The residential area has a complex population, including local fishermen, migrant workers, and many dark-skinned foreigners...
The suspect's small supermarket is located at the entrance of this residential area. It looks old and somewhat dilapidated.
The lights are on, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see not a single customer in the supermarket.
After Zhao Yu got out of the car, he walked directly towards the supermarket. Ding Lan touched the gun out of habit. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he followed Zhao Yu's footsteps.
Ding ding…
As soon as the door opened, there was a clanking sound, announcing the arrival of customers in the store.
There was a fishy smell in the supermarket, and the products on the shelves were arranged crookedly.
Entering the store, Zhao Yu and Ding Lan saw the suspect in front of the counter at a glance, but they saw an old man with a severe bald head and sloppy clothes eating a bowl of braised noodles in front of the counter.
When Zhao Yu and Miao Ying came in, this man didn't even look back. While eating noodles, he looked up at the TV set in the air above the counter.
A horse racing match was being played on the TV, and the old man was so absorbed in watching it that he didn't even bother to eat.
"No way?" Zhao Yu came to the counter and asked casually, "It's so late, why is there a horse racing competition? Is this a game replay?"
Hearing Zhao Yu's question, the old man turned to look at Zhao Yu and said, "Are you from outside?" He pointed to the TV, "Today is Friday, this is the grand finale of the Jockey Club, everything is... The most popular horse race is very exciting!"
"Oh, you have such a sharp eye, Ala Mo Dou (I am from the Magic City)," Zhao Yu said with a smile, "Why do I hear you talking, it sounds like the Magic City!"
One sentence aroused the old man's vigilance.
He put down his chopsticks, looked at Zhao Yu carefully again, and said, "Your ears are very good at detecting things. I have never been to the Magic City, so how can it smell like the Magic City?"
"Really?" Zhao Yu made a gesture of sniffing something and said, "Isn't there a fire somewhere here? Why do I smell a burning smell?"
"Huh?" This time, the old man was suddenly startled, with something obviously strange in his eyes.
"What? Fire?" At this time, a young man holding a mop walked out from behind the counter. He said with surprise, "Where is it? Why didn't I smell it?"
"Dad," he asked the old man, "did you smell it? It couldn't be the stove where you cooked the noodles, right?"
"You..." The old man ignored the young man's question. He stared at Zhao Yu without blinking and asked, "What do you want?"
Hearing what the old man said, Zhao Yu took out the photo he had prepared long ago from his pocket and said, "We want to ask you, have you seen this thing before?"
The old man took the photo. Although he was not wearing reading glasses, after taking a look at it, he suddenly trembled and his face turned pale!
In the photo, it was the old Schneider safe with peeling paint.
Seeing the old man's shocked expression, Zhao Yu and Ding Lan were already half relieved. They had found the wrong person. This old man should be the suspect they were looking for!
"What's wrong?" At this time, the young man came up with a mop and asked, "What do you want to see my father?"
"Xiao Ming," the old man looked at Zhao Yu and said to the young man, "you have nothing to do with me here! You can get off work!"
"Oh?" The more the old man said this, the more worried the young man became and insisted on coming over to take a look at the photo.
"How is it?" Zhao Yu asked calmly, "Have you seen this thing?"
"Besides...besides this thing," the old man asked, "is there anything else?"
"Something else?"
Zhao Yu looked at Ding Lan, then took out other photos and placed them in front of the old man.
In these photos, there are watches, Villa No. 19, and the half of the arm...
This time, when the old man saw these photos, although he was still trembling, an expression of relief suddenly appeared on his face.
"This... what are these things!" The young man came closer and looked at the photos.
However, Ding Lan unexpectedly held down the young man's arm, cut his hands behind his back, and then pressed him heavily to the ground.
"Ouch... Ouch... it hurts... it hurts so much. What are you going to do... ah..."
The young man screamed in pain, and the old man quickly raised his hands and said tremblingly: "Okay, okay! I know, I know what you are looking for!"
"I said, I said, I tell you everything..."
(End of chapter)