I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 132 What to do?

Father, like son.

It's like being in the game, or jumping out of the game and standing high above and looking down.

What you get is completely different.

Jiang Hanwen's film is like opening the third eye for Lao Pu and Lao He, allowing them to experience the perspective of a god.

Standing in the cloud, we can see the whole process of the case.

The entire course of events of the case, every person involved, and every tiny detail were presented to them in great detail.

These two people are both smart people, how could they not be touched?

Especially Lao Pu, who had a serious expression on his face while watching the movie just now, and his fingers were crackling.

He was not just angry, but was re-examining the scene at that time.

I realized that I had missed many important details back then.

"Lao He, did you find it?"

Lao Pu frowned and looked at Lao He.

"Found."

The handsome middle-aged man finally entered police mode.

His entire temperament changed drastically, and he looked like a completely different person from the politician he had just been.

"Guanghao, you grabbed Guanghao in front of the haystack, and when he was talking, he mentioned the murderer."

Lao Pu suddenly roared.

"He was looking at his dad! I remember, he was looking at his dad at that time! This old bastard, I felt something was wrong when I saw him, this old bastard never zipped up his pants all day, I should have suspected him a long time ago!!"

Lao Pu's face turned ashen, and his thick fingers clenched into a fist as big as a casserole, wishing he could smash a big hole in the wall.

All their attention was focused on the fool Guanghao back then, and they really didn't pay attention to Guanghao's father, the sloppy and wretched bald middle-aged man.

He is obviously a major suspect, and although Guanghao is stupid, the biggest advantage of a stupid person is that he cannot lie.

When he was talking about the murderer, his eyes were clearly fixed on his father who had not yet come close.

That expression clearly told them who had murdered the girl on that rainy night.

But because the murderer was his father, he was afraid and could only hide subconsciously.

Finally, he was hit and killed on the railroad tracks.

That wretched man was clearly crying in a fake manner.

Thinking about it now, I was probably secretly happy. Firstly, I finally got rid of this idiot son who was a burden, and secondly, the only witness was dead, so I can rest easy from now on.

Although this analysis is outrageous, it is closest to the truth. An old bachelor with a stupid son who spends all his time eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, probably wants to get rid of this big burden a long time ago.
"Old Pu, I found a missing place."

Ha Seung-jun is indeed a top student studying in the United States and a powerful figure in the police force.

After reviewing the case, we found more than one suspicious point.

He glanced at Jiang Hanwen, who was sitting in a chair and drinking tea calmly, and an uncontrollable desire rose in his heart again.

This person is a super weapon. Even if he is not omniscient and omnipotent, just being omniscient is enough to make him an unattainable existence.

He knows all the details of the case.

Had he already expected that Lao Pu would come to invite him? Then, could he see through what he was thinking now, without leaving any trace?

Lao He scratched his head inexplicably, obviously a little out of control.

"Ah, now that you know this person is a know-it-all, why are you still plotting against him? Aren't you courting death?"

Lao He pulled a handful of hair hard and suppressed all the dirty and despicable thoughts in his mind.

To deal with real people, you can only rely on sincerity.

Such people cannot use tricks, let alone be enemies, they can only be friends.

Jiang Hanwen held the oolong tea provided by the cinema and blew on it for a long time but it didn't cool down.

He glanced at Lao He, whose face was uncertain, and knew that this genius criminal policeman, a master of political struggle, was reasoning about the case. If he knew that in just a few minutes, his mind was full of twists and turns, and he was racing to the sky, he would definitely spit out the tea in his hand.

He has always adhered to the non-stick pan principle. When he is in China, he tries not to go to the capital and stay away from places of trouble. If he runs to your tiny country, how can his principles be ruined?

Except for the two patriots who were willing to help Jiang Shui and Jun reunite, all the other politicians on the Qingwa stage were vermin who colluded with the charlatans. Jiang Hanwen was too lazy to even look at them.

However, Lao He has been working in that circle for so many years and still retains some sincerity. He is already a big exception and we can't ask for more.

"If there is more than one murderer."

All of a sudden, Lao Pu's mind seemed to have opened up, and all his thoughts became clear.

They have been trapped in a misunderstanding for many years.

Why do you think there is only one murderer?

Isn’t this preconceived idea ridiculous?
"The pervert in the woods next to the factory may not be the murderer who sexually assaulted the little girl, but why couldn't he be the murderer of the young female worker in the factory? Why didn't they take his DNA for testing at the time? Instead, they just interrogated him hastily and released him after finding an alibi. Such a big omission is really infuriating."

"What about Park Heung-gyu?"

Their eyes met again.

At the same time, he looked at Jiang Hanwen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever thought about this? There were nine dead people, three of whom were little girls, three were young ladies in their twenties, and the serial murders lasted for several years. At the end of the case, there were three victims who were in their sixties or seventies."

Jiang Hanwen took a sip of oolong tea.

"Men may like students, girls, or even old women. It's understandable that they like any of them, but how can a person's preferences be so different? From a man in his seventies to a man in his teens, is there such a person?"

"You two are both smart people, so I don't need to say more."

"The three people you just mentioned should still be alive."

Jiang Hanwen thought for a moment.

"Including Guanghao's damn father."

The Hancheng serial murder case dragged on for a long time. All the victims were tied up with stockings and underwear, their mouths were stuffed with underwear, and various foreign objects were stuffed into their genitals.

Especially since the murders always happened on rainy days.

So much in common.

The police would naturally think that these were consecutive crimes committed by the same murderer, so it is reasonable to investigate the cases together.

No one would think that there would be copycats.

After all, the police dispatched hundreds of police officers that year, and later thousands of soldiers participated in the investigation.

Turned Hancheng upside down.

No one could have imagined that under such extremely high pressure, someone would take the risk and imitate the crime.

But in fact, there is not only one copycat offender, but more than one.

The murder that the police finally recovered from was indeed not committed by Park Heung-gyu.

But he was the real murderer of the three young girls.

"Hey! Find someone named Park Heung-gyu, right now!"

Lao He had already made the call and he was shaking all over.

After clenching my fists for more than 20 years, I finally have a place to put my strength.

"And Guanghao's father! And that airplane guy!"

Lao Pu reminded from the side.

"What are you two going to do?"

Jiang Hanwen touched his nose. He was very curious about how these two great gods, one black and one white, would solve the case. The higher their position and power, the more eyes would be watching them.

"As far as I know, there is no death penalty in your country."

(End of this chapter)