After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

at the same time.

In the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade in Taicang City.

The criminal portrait experts who were mobilized as quickly as possible were using Fang Yuwei's description in the mediation room to create the closest portrait of the boss in their impression.

Although it can be inferred from the current details...

The boss who had met Fang Yuwei and Bomb was most likely not the real K, but the priest, the veteran of the drug trafficking organization who had been instructed by K to come for him.

But if the original identity of the priest can be determined through criminal portraits, it will undoubtedly be extremely valuable.

After all, based on K’s caution.

If even Explosive Bomb has never seen his true face, then it is estimated that the members who later joined this drug trafficking organization, except Qiangwei who knows how to make human skin masks, are even less likely to have seen him.

So in this case.

There is a high probability that the priest who has met K, and even disguised himself as K after receiving the order, met with the explosive bomb and lured him into the organization, has undoubtedly become an important figure.

If the priest can be broken through, it will undoubtedly bring unprecedented results.

Later, we can follow the priest's line and dig out the founder of this drug trafficking organization, that is, K.

It can be said that in this drug trafficking organization, people like Qiangwei, Bomb, and Butcher are nothing more than thugs with high criminal IQs who are used to develop the drug supply chain.

K is the truly irreplaceable core of the entire drug trafficking organization, and has huge channels for purchasing high-purity drugs.

He even combined his outstanding hacking skills and always maintained a cautious attitude to notify the police of arrests several times in advance. This allowed him to hide the organization for several years and establish a huge drug trafficking and distribution network.

If Qu Pengfei and Zhou Shirui had not been exposed one after another, perhaps this drug trafficking organization could have continued to hide and become a cancer deeply stationed in the black zone of the Dragon Kingdom.

after an hour.

After revising seven or eight pages of the portrait, Fang Yuwei finally got confirmation that there was basically no big difference between what Uncle Jiang looked like in his memory.

Lin Tian took the A4 paper handed over by Tang Yong, a well-known master of criminal portraits in the Dragon Kingdom, took a serious look at the appearance of the priest in Fang Yuwei's memory, and then sighed.

"Director Tang, thank you for your hard work."

"It's really troublesome for you to come here in such a hurry just to draw a portrait of a criminal like this."

Tang Yong, who is over sixty years old, put away his reading glasses and shook his head.

"Don't say such things."

"As long as I'm not an old fool and can still pick up a paintbrush, as long as you don't think I'm outdated, old man, I can only use paper to draw portraits, and I don't even know how to use a tablet."

"to be honest......"

at this time.

Tang Yong slowly stopped what he was doing and looked at Lin Tian very seriously. His slightly cloudy pupils were full of determination and he spoke slowly.

"Actually, I really wish you could come to me."

"I have been working as a criminal investigator for half my life and helped arrest hundreds of criminals. I am asked to put these things aside and retire immediately. I am really not used to it."

"I can't even see...the criminals who should have been shot long ago are still running around in the dark, having fun and enjoying themselves, trampling the laws of our Dragon Kingdom under their feet."

Silence for two seconds.

Tang Yong sighed deeply, as if he was lamenting that he was no longer young, and even more so, that he had fallen behind the times.

But his sincere heart to hunt criminals has never changed.

Whether he is twenty years old, ten years old, or now nearly seventy years old, he still devotes his light and heat.

As soon as he received Lin Tian's call, he rushed to the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade without hesitation.

Suppressing all the thoughts in his heart, Tang Yong waved to Lin Tian, ​​continued to organize his painting work, and signaled slowly.

"Okay, Xiaotian."

"Hurry up and compare in the household registration system to see if there are any similar portraits. If the criminal can be found, this case can be ended as soon as possible."

Hear this.

Lin Tian nodded immediately, saluted Tang Yong, and then went to the Criminal Investigation Technology Section with Huang Qiang to start the portrait comparison immediately.

Although normally, it is difficult to find the real criminal suspect in the household registration database by relying solely on the witness's oral description and impression.

But no matter whether you have a chance to find it or not, you must try as much as possible.

Faced with this kind of drug trafficking organization whose whereabouts are extremely hidden, no matter what means are used, we must try our best.

Not to mention, the criminal portraits painted by Tang Yong were the first to be compared with the murderer in the household registration database.

Therefore.

Lin Tiancai specially asked Tang Yong, who was in his sixties, to come over night just to confirm the true identity of the pastor as much as possible.

......

now.

While Lin Tian and others were comparing household registrations, they were trying to find out the true identity of the priest.

Inside the Suzhou Railway Station.

The current time is [-]:[-], and the train departing from Suzhou to Shanghai at [-] o'clock has already started routine ticket inspection.

This kind of ticket check when entering the platform does not require face verification again. You only need to swipe your ID card to confirm that you have the seat for this train.

"drop-"

"drop--"

"drop---"

......

The warning sounds for the opening of platform gates sounded.

Many office workers who needed to commute across cities, some wearing suits and some wearing work clothes, basically all passed through the gate despite their mental fatigue and walked towards the established platform in a familiar manner.

And among the crowds of people passing through the ticket gate and heading to the platform.

The butcher, who was wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase, was unfamiliar with the aisles of the platform, but he followed the flow of people, making him look inconspicuous.

Or.

No one paid attention to him at all. He was surrounded by office workers who were exhausted physically and mentally from their cross-city commute. They just wanted to sit down and catch up on their sleep.

But despite this, the butcher, who seemed to be staring ahead, always used his peripheral vision or other small movements to observe the situation around him to determine whether he was exposed.

Simultaneously.

He also deliberately stayed close to the other passengers around him to ensure that if his identity was exposed, he could take hostages as soon as possible to give himself a small chance of escape.

Two minutes later.

The butcher walked to the platform, looked at the train, which was connected by two EMUs, and took out his mobile phone to check all the booking information again.

When the announcement indicates that the train is about to enter the station.

The butcher raised his cold eyes, glanced at the front of the white train not far away, and then took the seat that gave up his current identity.

Without hesitation, I walked towards Car No. 14 further away...