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

Chapter 193 Photo Studio

The plane flew through the blue-gray steel jungle like a dove flying into a birdcage.

Looking down from the air, nearly 700% of the land in Hong Kong, an international metropolis, is idle, either forest parks or barren mountains, and a population of more than million is crowded in a narrow area.

This distorted advanced experience has been rolled out on a large scale, with every place following suit and repeating the same thing thousands of times.

Jiang Hanwen has always felt that super-high-rise buildings with more than 30 floors are completely inhumane, especially large-scale super-high-rise buildings like Xiangjiang, where the distance between buildings is extremely small.

Many houses do not have windows. Whether living in a small space without seeing sunlight all year round has an impact on people's emotions is still a consensus.

But at least Jiang Hanwen feels that it is still questionable that the living environment has been artificially made so cramped. In comparison, he would rather choose less competition.

"Even if I have to work as a beast of burden, I still hope the shack can be bigger, don't you think, sister?"

Jiang Hanwen looked out the window. The plane was about to land.

Zhou Nana, however, held Jiang Hanwen's computer and looked at the unfinished script over and over again.

Jiang Hanwen's scripts are always magical and unusual, almost the original interpretation of the case, with his words and deeds being consistent and never wrong.

Zhou Nana had never seen a script by Jiang Hanwen that had no ending.

"Haha, sister, it's useless for you to see me. I'm not a god. I just don't know what I don't know. Besides, I also want a good ending, don't I?"

Jiang Hanwen shook his head, put away his computer, and rubbed Zhou Nana's hair.

Coming to Hong Kong again this time was not in Jiang Hanwen’s plan.

Of course, on the one hand, it was to save face for Kwong Chili and Lao Zhuang, and on the other hand, Lan Kwai Fong paid a lot of money.

You have to give face and make money, so even though he is not completely sure this time, Jiang Hanwen still came here.

When I got off the plane, there was already someone waiting at the airport holding a sign.

As expected of an international airport, it has a huge flow of people, and many of those entering and leaving the station are foreigners of all skin colors, a very mixed crowd.

The person in charge of picking up people at the airport from the police department was Lao Zhuang. This tall white sheriff had an anxious look on his face, his eyes fixed on the exit.

He handed over the command to his deputy today and came here specifically to pick us up at the airport.

In addition to the Police Department, a team of people was also sent from Lan Kwai Fong. There were seven or eight men and women in formal attire, holding up a sign that read, "Meet VIP Jiang Hanwen."

"Lao Zhuang, how are you?"

Jiang Hanwen brought the crew out and headed straight to the police department.

Lao Zhuang was very excited. He finally saw reinforcements. With Jiang Hanwen around, he felt confident and had a backbone.

Otherwise, who would have thought of staying up all night for more than ten days in a row, going door to door in Hong Kong like a group of people looking for a needle in a haystack.

You know, many old and dilapidated houses don’t have elevators, and the stairs are narrow and steep. Although he is a front-line commander, he doesn’t have to lead the way himself.

But the pressure is also enormous. His subordinates can take turns, but he, as the leader, cannot escape.

"Brother Jiang!!! You are finally here. We in the police department have been waiting for you for a long time. Finally, you are here."

Lao Zhuang handed the pick-up card in his hand to his subordinates, rushed to Jiang Hanwen and gave him a bear hug.

Then he leaned over to whisper in Jiang Hanwen's ear.

"Brother, ahem, if you can handle the case this time, I will be there whenever you need me. Whenever you come to Hong Kong, I will serve you and do whatever you ask."

Jiang Hanwen had no problem hearing what Lao Zhuang said, but why did the old man have such a vulgar expression?

If Jiang Hanwen knew that Lao Zhuang, the LSP, had accepted a Lan Kwai Fong Supreme Black Card from Lan Kwai Fong Group President Sheng Guowen, he would probably beat the old guy up.

This card is equivalent to the Lan Kwai Fong Group's special "public relations" card, which is specially given to those upper-class people with distinguished status. All consumption in Lan Kwai Fong with this card will be paid for by the group, and it is a lifelong card.

This means that all of Lao Zhuang’s extravagant spending for the rest of his life has been secured.

To be honest, for him, a veteran who has been in Hong Kong for decades and has experienced the eras of Renault, Po Hao, the Ying Governor, and gang wars.

The death of a few hostesses means nothing. Even if all the hostesses in Lan Kwai Fong died, Lao Zhuang wouldn't even blink an eye.

With the financial resources of Lan Kwai Fong, what's the harm in building another Lan Kwai Fong on another street? Men and women are willing to come here for the money. If you have money, why would you worry about not being able to get women?

"Okay, stop flattering me. What are the arrangements of the Police Department now?"

Jiang Hanwen waved his hands. He was not interested in Lao Zhuang's happy future.

Time is too tight, and Kuang Zhili has already sent a message. These hints are all the information Jiang Hanwen can provide so far.

Whether there will be a breakthrough depends on the police.

"Brother Jiang, Lan Kwai Fong has held a welcoming party for you at the Victoria Hotel. All the prominent business leaders in Hong Kong will be there. Look."

After all, Lao Zhuang is a man of honor. Even though he knew that Jiang Hanwen had never had a good impression of these wealthy people in Hong Kong, he still pointed at the people in Lan Kwai Fong not far away.

Of course, this is not entirely for profit. In his opinion, a talent like Jiang Hanwen has a bright future, and making friends with some wealthy people in advance will be of great benefit in terms of reputation and wealth.

Why did those wealthy people put down their current affairs and rush to the Victoria Hotel to attend this welcoming banquet?

Do you really think Sheng Guowen has such a big face? Although his 10 billion wealth is not small, he still can't squeeze into the circle of top rich people.

Those people are willing to come just for Jiang Hanwen's title of "prophet". Rich and powerful people are very well-informed.

Although Jiang Hanwen is well-known in the police force, he is not very prominent among the people. But for these top celebrities and wealthy people.

The prophet's reputation is well-known, especially his trip to the cold country of Jiang Hanwen.

He single-handedly stirred up changes in both the political and business circles, and could be described as a master in the world who could make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand.

For celebrities and dignitaries, the most valuable thing is not the immediate petty profits, but the so-called "prophecy" that can see into the future.

The higher the position you hold and the more financial resources you have, the more uncertain you are about the future.

If a master who can predict the future appears at this time, they will be willing to pay a lot of gold and silver for that little bit of certainty.

"Oh, Lan Kwai Fong? What level are they? Are they worthy of picking up Jiang Hanwen?"

Jiang Hanwen snorted coldly, did not respond to Lao Zhuang's words, turned around and led the crew out of the station.

Money? Jiang Hanwen loves money. He works hard all day just to make money.

But making money also depends on the occasion. What time is it now? Human lives are at stake, and you are still doing this?
Lao Zhuang may not care about human life, but Jiang Hanwen still wants to take a chance and see if he can save a girl's life.

However, apart from this reason.

More importantly, the situation in Hong Kong is now volatile. All forces have stripped off their clothes and are fighting shirtless for the masters behind them in this international JD capital.

Of course Jiang Hanwen wants to make money from those capitalists, but every one of them is an enemy, and the worst one is just a troublemaker.

If you get involved with them, it's easy to make money, but your future will be bleak and you'll easily become cannon fodder. Jiang Hanwen is well aware of this.

Lao Zhuang really didn't expect Jiang Hanwen to refuse so decisively. After all, this guy squeezed Sheng Guowen out of a sky-high commission of 2000W yesterday.

He took the money and then turned against the customer. Lao Zhuang really admired Jiang Hanwen's free and easy attitude.

Sheng Guowen is a big golden pig, and the Jardine Matheson behind him is a super treasury, rich enough to rival a country. It is said that Sheng Guowen and the top management of Jardine Matheson both want to hire Jiang Hanwen as the group's think tank, and are planning to offer shares to recruit this rising talent.

Didn't expect this result? Lao Zhuang followed behind with a look of humiliation, and arranged for his subordinates to take Jiang Hanwen's crew to the suite booked at the Victoria Hotel by special car.

He drove himself and went straight to the police station with Jiang Hanwen.

Lao Zhuang drove along the way and glanced at Jiang Hanwen from time to time.

He found that he could not quite see through the young master from this continent. He was obviously very greedy and stingy, and would rip off his customers without blinking an eye, but he was also so noble that he was indifferent to all the wealth.

It's really elusive.

"Lao Zhuang, I asked you to check the taxi drivers soliciting passengers in Lan Kwai Fong. Did you check?"

Jiang Hanwen glanced out the window and saw a red taxi and a police car passing by.

Jiang Hanwen frowned. He knew the plot: the taxi driver was the murderer.

Another important clue has not appeared yet, and Jiang Hanwen doesn’t even know whether that clue will appear.

After all, in the original case, the murderer sent the photos he had taken to a photo studio for development, and was discovered by the studio owner who reported the case.

But what about now? What era is it now? Kodak has been dead for many years. Although it is not completely dead, who still uses film these days?

But if the murderer did not develop the photos as in the original plot, the plot of this case would be too different.

Jiang Hanwen could only assume that the plot of the case had evolved over time and that the murderer had stored the photos taken with the digital camera on his computer.

This is a last resort and a gambling-style investigation.

"Advisor Jiang, the taxi driver was our police's first suspect, so after the third disappearance, our Central riot squad investigated all the taxi drivers in the Lan Kwai Fong area."

Lao Zhuang's expression became serious when he talked about the case. Now was not the time to laugh it off.

"Investigation? Did they come to my house? It's a home inspection!"

Jiang Hanwen frowned. It was not that he doubted the ability of Lao Zhuang's subordinates, but he was wondering if there was really no problem with the taxi driver.

Then he would immediately be in a dilemma with no clues.

It's not a predicament, it's a desperate situation.

If the memory in his brain no longer works, Jiang Hanwen believes that his ability to handle cases will not be much better than Lao Zhuang's. After all, the latter is a local tyrant who has been active in Hong Kong for decades and is much more familiar with the local area than himself.

"Advisor Jiang, my staff went door to door, visiting every taxi driver's home to make sure nothing unusual was found."

Lao Zhuang pondered for a moment.

"I still lean towards human trafficking."

In fact, he himself did not quite believe what he said. After all, the Police Force had made tremendous efforts to put pressure on community groups across Hong Kong.

He himself made a great effort, and the leaders of various social organizations swore an oath that they would never cause trouble in Lan Kwai Fong.

All types of properties in Hong Kong are under the control of various associations without exception.

Since they have all signed letters of guarantee, there is no possibility of them lying.

With the current strength of the Police Force, disobedient communities will only end up being destroyed.

But Lao Zhuang still couldn't figure it out, except for human trafficking.

What kind of stupid kidnapper would kidnap three hostesses who only worked for three months and a junior high school girl.

How could these losers be so blind? These women are obviously not worth a dime.

Of course, if the person is sold to America, Canada, or Australia, that is another matter.

Whether it is a beautiful and skilled hostess or a young female student, they can be sold at a high price in the human market.

Now in the international population market, the price of East Asian women has even exceeded that of Eastern European white women.

Lao Zhuang is not optimistic about the investigation operation of the Police Force and Lan Kwai Fong Group. It is possible that the missing women are already picking up clients in a red-light district in Amei.

Even if their luck is worse, they will be tied up with iron chains and become the sex slave of some perverted rich man.

Of course, it would be a different story if Jiang Hanwen came.

"Lao Zhuang, you said it yourself, human traffickers won't seek death by doing private work in Lan Kwai Fong's territory, unless they direct and act it out themselves, but you know best if it's not the case."

Jiang Hanwen directly exposed Laozi and Zhuangzi’s true colors.

He was a regional commander and came to pick up the plane with people from Lan Kwai Fong.

It would be ridiculous to say that I didn’t get any benefits.

However, Jiang Hanwen didn't have time to argue with him now. The most urgent task was to find out the details of the case.

Since there was no progress in the investigation into the taxi driver, we could only hope on another line of inquiry.

Are there any clues about the photos taken by the murderer?

"Advisor Jiang, we have heard from Director Kuang at the joint dispatch meeting about the clues you gave him. There are taxi drivers named Lin in Central, but none of them have been ruled out as suspects."

"As for the photo studios and computer repair shops you mentioned, the police officers in these two places are still investigating. There are almost no photo studios left, but there are still many computer repair shops. It will take some time to check them all."

Lao Zhuang was telling the truth. If it weren't for Director Kuang's great prestige and Jiang Hanwen's reputation, all police forces would have been used to re-investigate the taxi driver and the computer repair shop.

Those senior detectives below will definitely not obey orders obediently.

After all, the police's current investigation focus is still on the complex social relationships of the hostesses, using the motives of love killing and money as breakthroughs.

It is indeed difficult to make everyone give up their original ideas and change their direction with just two sentences in a short meeting.

"Advisor Jiang, I'm not saying bad things, but the current direction of the investigation is problematic. After all, what does this case have to do with a photo studio or a repair shop?"

Lao Zhuang was steering the car, muttering to himself but not daring to speak loudly.

"Buzz buzz~~~"

Lao Zhuang and Jiang Hanwen’s phones rang at the same time.

"Hey, brother from O Kee? What's going on with the Tsuen Wan photo studio?"

"Hey, Director Kuang, have you arrived yet?"

Two people
After exchanging a glance, Lao Zhuang slammed the gas on the floor, turned around and headed back towards Tsuen Wan.

(End of this chapter)