Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 175 Murderous Intention

"Even low efficiency is better than having no clue at all," Tian Hao said helplessly.

Hu Yingshao and Tao Jun are temporarily detained in the interrogation room, Wang Youcai has fled, and Jiang Kaiji and others have gone to the club to arrest people.

The police appeared to be on a large scale, as if the situation was already under control.

But in reality, they are very passive.

Because the police could not produce any evidence of Hu Yingshao's crimes, or even a clue.

No one knows where Hu Yingshao kept the kidnapped victims or where he abused them.

Even the victims who were sent to Wang Youcai's detention center may not know this.

Given Hu Yingshao's cautious nature, the fact that he was willing to release the people meant that those victims were absolutely unaware of anything.

The hardest part of investigating a case is finding the right direction, determining where to start, and then slowly exploring and advancing along that line.

However, Hu Yingshao left no clues, and the fake Wang Sheng, who might have known the location of the detention, has also been silenced.

The only two clues left are the victims in the club and Jin Ping'an's retrospective.

Jiang Kaiji went to investigate the club.

What Tian Hao needs to do is to find a new way out of the case by reviewing Jin Ping'an's past.

"Anyway, we've already hit a dead end. Your rewind attempts are limited, so you shouldn't waste them on the decorations in the room. It's not too late to use them when you find items related to the case."

What we need now is not specific evidence, but clues. Only with clues can we continue the investigation, find crucial evidence, and then your backtracking will have a decisive effect.

Tian Hao's words make a lot of sense. The number of times we can go back in time is limited. Instead of betting on each individual segment to catch a big fish, we should first cast a net and see if there are any fish in the pond.

"Okay, I'll give it a try, but I can't stay in the consciousness space for too long. I'll probably have to come out every few minutes."

After entering that space of consciousness, Jin Ping'an could only stay for a very limited time, but his repeated rewinds allowed him to find some minor bugs.

For example, if one doesn't enter a specific period of history but merely drifts in space, the time spent experiencing headaches will be much shorter, perhaps even less than a third of the time spent entering a specific period of history.

Conversely, the stay time will be very short, only half of the stay time in a specific historical period.

If Jin Ping'an continues to drift within the consciousness space and fails to project his consciousness into a specific historical period within three minutes, he will be forcibly kicked out.

However, if you enter a certain history at 2 minutes and 59 seconds, the cooldown will be refreshed, and the cost will not double.

Jin Ping'an usually exploits bugs like this to extend the rollback time.

There is another point.

Although avoiding certain historical periods may increase the number of backtracking sessions and shorten the duration of headaches, the short-term complications are extremely painful.

It felt like forcibly waking up someone who's been staying up all night, forcing them to drink a bottle of emetic, then putting their head in a metal bucket and banging it with a hammer.

Therefore, Jin Ping'an would rather go to a specific history each time he retraces his steps, and spend three or four days in the hospital after exceeding the limit, than experience that kind of torment just to increase the number of retraces.

Everything must be based on reality. This time, what is needed is quantity, not quality. We don't need to find conclusive evidence, just a clue that can make progress in the case.

So even though he was very reluctant, Jin Ping'an still chose to accept Tian Hao's suggestion.

His expression was like he'd eaten chocolate that tasted like shit; his mouth and nose were contorted in a grimace.

"Let's start with his shoes. I don't believe he'd change his shoes before going anywhere."

Jin Pingan viciously grabbed Hu Yingshao's cloth shoes.

five minutes.

A tremendous sound of vomiting came from inside the residential area.

After that, he would vomit every 20 to 30 minutes, and the vomiting continued until after 11 a.m.

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"You really don't need to go to the hospital... Vomiting is just a brain-related issue..."

Jin Ping'an lay on the back seat of the car, clutching his stomach like a shrimp.

"It's still better to get it checked out. Even if there's nothing wrong, getting some gastrointestinal medicine from the hospital can help ease the symptoms."

Tian Hao ignored Jin Ping'an's advice and insisted on going to the hospital.

"I already said it's just temporary vomiting... Didn't you see I only vomit for two minutes after the regression? That's because my consciousness was suddenly kicked out and I haven't recovered yet... I don't need any medicine..."

Jin Ping'an tried to sit up straight, but a sharp, cramping pain in his abdomen forced him to lie down again.

This is not a sequela; it's simply that he vomited too many times and vomited too forcefully, causing abdominal and intestinal spasms.

The two stopped at a red light intersection, and in that moment, Jin Ping'an slowly straightened up from the back seat.

"Hey, Lao Tian, ​​isn't that Prosecutor Gao waiting for a car by the roadside?"

Jin Ping'an pointed to the restaurant not far away and said.

"You must be mistaken. They are prosecutors. They have chauffeured cars when they travel. Even if they don't need a driver, they will be provided with a car by their superiors. Why would they take a taxi?"

While explaining the ranks of prosecutors to Jin Ping'an, Tian Hao glanced at the red light and then looked in the direction Jin Ping'an was pointing: "Prosecutors have much more power than you think. For example, the district head of our Garden District can do whatever he wants with just a word..."

As he was talking, Tian Hao stopped talking.

Because Gao Bin was indeed waiting for a car on the roadside ahead.

"It's probably just that they look alike... right?"

Looking at Gao Bin yawning ahead, Tian Hao wondered if he had mistaken him for someone else.

Because the person in front of him, yawning, with a lazy expression, a loose tie, and leaning casually against the railing, was a completely different person from the Supreme People's Procuratorate he had ever seen.

Tian Hao slowly drove over. After all, the other party had helped them a lot, and it would be too impolite to just pretend they didn't see them and drive past them.

Gao Bin slightly opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the license plate number, and after realizing it wasn't the taxi he had called, he closed his eyes again for a short rest.

Seeing this, Tian Hao hesitated for two or three seconds before finally bracing himself and asking, "Is the Supreme People's Procuratorate waiting for a car?"

A silent awkwardness spread between people and cars.

About ten seconds later, Gao Bin opened his eyes.

Tian Hao suddenly felt that the Supreme People's Procuratorate in front of him was like a completely different person, exuding an aura that said "keep away, dead people."

"Tian Hao?" Gao Bin called out.

Tian Hao chuckled dryly, "Haha... I thought I had mistaken you for someone else since you haven't answered for so long."

Are you standing here waiting for a bus?

Gao Bin hesitated for a moment, then uttered a single word: "...Yes."

"I'm also heading back to the brigade anyway, how about I offer you a ride?" Tian Hao asked tentatively.

"can."

Gao Bin nodded and opened the passenger door without hesitation.

The authorities provided cars for him and Xia Qiyuan, so only fuel costs could be reimbursed, not transportation expenses.

"Hello, Supreme People's Procuratorate."

Jin Ping'an, sitting in the back row, forced himself to greet them.

In response to Jin Ping'an's greeting, Gao Bin nodded, displaying the air of a leader.

However, he was very panicked inside.

'I hope they didn't see me yawn? Damn it, how could I run into the criminal investigation team in the middle of the day in the Qing Dynasty?'

Tian Hao started the car: "Um, Prosecutor Gao, Jin Ping'an has a minor health problem. If you're not busy right now, could you come with us to the hospital to get some medicine?"

"This is a good opportunity to tell you about the intelligence we've gathered from yesterday until now."

"Okay, let's go to the hospital first. Your health is the most important thing."

Gao Bin glanced at the small evidence box next to Jin Ping'an, maintaining his aloof elite persona: "Did you just get back from collecting evidence?"

"That's right. Hu Yingshao voluntarily surrendered to the brigade this morning. We just came back from his house."

Tian Hao was unsure whether the detachment had informed Gao Bin of this intelligence, so he repeated the interrogation process.

He then gave a complete account of the intelligence he had gathered from yesterday until now, including his own speculations about the case.

After speaking, Tian Hao kept his eyes on the road ahead, but his ears were still waiting for Gao Bin's evaluation.

He wanted to see how the Supreme People's Procuratorate, who had exposed Tao Jun's lies in just a few words and whose interrogation methods were so effective, would evaluate him.

After waiting for about a minute or two, Gao Bin finally uttered a sentence: "...It's fine."

Tian Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the leader says that you did a good job, it means that you did a very good job.

If the work is mediocre, they'll just give a perfunctory "hmm."

You asked what the leader's attitude is when someone is not doing well?

Have you never been scolded by your boss?

As Tian Hao breathed a sigh of relief, Gao Bin was filled with resentment.

"Could you please not come over to discuss the case with me right after I wake up?"

'You open your mouth and talk so fast, who knows what you're saying...'

After Tian Hao finished explaining the details of the case, the car fell silent again.

Gao Bin began to slowly sort through the information he had just learned in his mind.

But this behavior was quite awkward in Tian Hao's eyes. Who knew if the prosecutor was thinking about the case or simply didn't want to talk to him?

Tian Hao decided to try and probe by talking about everyday things, which would also help avoid an overly awkward atmosphere in the car.

This Supreme Prosecutor doesn't talk much, and Jin Ping'an is just a young man who doesn't know how to talk.

Therefore, the task of creating the atmosphere can only be done by Tian Hao.

"Speaking of the Supreme People's Procuratorate, were you waiting for a car while you were standing by the roadside? Where is your vehicle?"

"...My colleague had an urgent matter to attend to in Nevada, so he drove the car away."

It would have been better if this matter hadn't been brought up, because mentioning it only made Gao Bin feel more depressed.

Xia Qiyuan drove off in the middle of the night without saying a word, and only told him when they arrived in Nevada.

These past two days, he has either been picked up and dropped off by Liu Yuan or taken by taxi.

Unfortunately, Qianhua City is a tourist city, and taxis are ridiculously expensive. Non-locals can't get discount cards, and the cost of a single taxi ride is enough for a meal.

Tian Hao seemed to sense Gao Bin's resentment and wisely refrained from delving into the matter.

He immediately changed the subject: "Prosecutor Gao, did you just finish lunch? You ate very early."

As soon as Gao Bin got on the bus, Tian Hao smelled the aroma of rice bowls.

"……Yes."

Gao Bin, with a stiff face, awkwardly turned his head to look out the window; he had only been up for less than an hour.

Strictly speaking... this was his breakfast.

He's silent again. Does this Supreme Prosecutor prefer quiet?

After being repeatedly rebuffed, Tian Hao dared not speak up again.

Along the way, Tian Hao was worried about upsetting others, and Gao Bin was worried about his image collapsing, so neither of them said another word.

Only Jin Ping'an was clutching his stomach, grimacing in pain behind him.

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The hospital was reached quickly.

Gao Bin subtly hinted that he would stay in the car.

Tian Hao tactfully left the car keys in the car, then helped Jin Ping'an walk towards the hospital's main entrance.

'It's so nice to slack off...'

With no one else in the car, Gao Bin dropped his pretense, spread his hands, and leaned back in his seat like a salted fish.

After all, I'll be playing the role of Prosecutor Gao at the Criminal Investigation Team soon, so I need to take advantage of this time to slack off a bit.

Gao Bin kept praying that Tian Hao could wait in line a little longer, so that this wonderful time could last a little longer.

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Jin Ping'an is a regular at this hospital. Due to the aftereffects of his abilities, he is quite famous there.

Most doctors had heard of his so-called "hereditary disease," but they didn't care how an orphan could have a hereditary disease.

It's just gossip among doctors; who cares if it's true or false?

"Isn't this peaceful?"

While Tian Hao was processing the paperwork for Jin Ping'an, a doctor in a white coat struck up a conversation with Jin Ping'an.

Jin Ping'an hunched over and managed to utter a sentence with difficulty: "Dr. Fang... are you off work?"

The person who spoke to Chao Jinping was Fang Donghai, the director of surgery at the hospital and a renowned surgeon in Qianhua City.

I have performed nearly four thousand surgeries since I started practicing, with not a single failure.

They are someone that all hospitals in Chika City want to win over.

Fang Donghai didn't rush to leave but sat down next to Jin Ping'an: "Is it a headache this time?"

"No, there was a slight accident," Jin Pingan said slowly.

"Did you... take some emetic? You're vomiting like this."

As soon as Jin Ping'an opened his mouth, Fang Donghai understood most of the situation, since the smell of stomach acid was quite obvious.

"I'm carsick, I'm carsick."

Jin Ping'an gave an awkward laugh.

While the two were chatting, two men dressed as farm workers were observing Jin Ping'an with their mobile phones.

"That's him, isn't it?"

"Yes."

The scarred man holding the phone nodded.

"Prepare the bomb," another accomplice shouted into his phone.

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Tian Hao ran over with the list, and the two of them started chatting, which turned into a three-person chat.

However, Tian Hao was worried that Gao Bin in the car would get impatient, so he subtly hinted that he and Jin Ping'an still had things to do.

Fang Donghai tactfully glanced at his watch, stood up, and said goodbye, "I have another surgery this afternoon, so I won't chat with you any longer."

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Inside the parking lot, two men dressed as mechanics carried briefcases toward the trunk of Tian Hao's car.

"Is this the car?"

"★★★★★★……Yes, that's it."

The man carrying the suitcase was comparing the information with his phone.

After confirming that everything was correct, the two pretended to be repairing a car, squatting down at the back of the vehicle and opening the toolbox.

The toolbox didn't contain any repair tools, but rather homemade TNT bombs made from coal tar.

This homemade bomb only requires a certain level of chemical knowledge and the necessary equipment to produce, so it is not difficult.

These homemade bombs are popular in the Black Zone, as they are powerful and easy to obtain.

If conditions permit, they can train their own employees and become major suppliers.

Of course, these two weren't the kind of people who could be imprisoned but not jailed; they bought their explosives.

Just as the two assassins were engrossed in their work, a voice suddenly rang out behind them.

"Aren't you two tired? Is your bomb guaranteed to explode?"

(End of this chapter)