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

Chapter 194 Human pigs
Tsuen Wan International Building, Sun Kee Photo Studio.

This is an old photo studio that has been open for more than 30 years and has always had good business.

As one of the few photo studios in Hong Kong that still has a darkroom and can develop film, Xin Ji has become a gathering place for many veteran photography enthusiasts.

Cameras and film, no one uses them anymore since digital cameras and smartphones became popular.

However, there are still a group of older nostalgic people who love the texture of film and stubbornly believe that photos taken with digital cameras and mobile phones have no soul.

The walls of the photo studio are covered with various old photos. Some of the photos show street scenes from decades ago, giving a sense of time travel.

The boss was an old man in his seventies, who was currently resting on a recliner near the door. Two police officers were taking his statement, and the room had been cordoned off by the forensic department.

"Old man? Did you report the case?"

The policewoman looked at the pale-faced old man and did not dare to rush him too much. You know, when the police received the call and arrived at the photo studio, the old man was holding the phone in his hand, leaning against the door frame tremblingly, and almost fainted.

"Sir, yes, I reported the case. I was developing photos in the room just now, and I noticed something was wrong while developing them."

The old man took a sip of water, calmed down and continued speaking.

"It's the photo you just saw. The first photo I developed was of a beautiful young woman wearing a short black skirt, lying on a piece of plastic sheet. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. It was a photo of a beautiful woman. Many people do that."

"In the second photo, this woman was missing a piece of clothing. In the third photo, another piece was missing. The skirt was gone, leaving only her underwear. I thought at the time that these enthusiasts are really good at taking photos now. It costs a lot of money to find models. I quickly developed the fourth photo, and sure enough, when I looked at it, the underwear was gone, leaving only a naked woman."

"As for nude art photos, I've seen them before. They're common. Then when they're developed, there are a lot of close-ups, of this place and that place. They're very close, magnified, and you can even see the hair clearly."

After the old man described it this way, the policewoman holding the recorder in front of him blushed.

The old man didn't care about this. He frowned and his face was twisted like a knot, looking very painful.

"Haha, what a sin! I thought to myself, nude models? I've seen them before, so I'll just wash them. Being naked is good too. But, damn! In the next picture, the woman is missing an arm. In the next one, the other arm is also missing. In the third and fourth pictures, both legs are missing. In the fifth, the head is gone. There is only a carcass left. What is that called? A human pig!"

“Lose it!! Lose it!!”

The old man cursed as he spoke.

"Fuck! In the next one, the person is cut in half, just like a pig being slaughtered in a slaughterhouse."

Just by the old man's verbal description, the female police officer in charge of recording was about to vomit. She squatted on the ground and felt the acid in her stomach churning up.

She looked at the photo in the hands of the forensic officer in the room with horror.

I thought to myself that it was fortunate that I didn’t let my curiosity get the better of me and run to look at the photos.

Shit! Who is so cruel and perverted?
This is a human being, not a pig from a slaughterhouse. He can remove the limbs of a living woman, chop off her head, and even break her in half. What kind of horrible evil ghost can do such a thing.

He also used a camera to capture the dismemberment process in detail, step by step.

And finally send the film to the photo studio?
Was he not afraid of exposing his identity? Was he deliberately provoking the police? Or was he simply trying to satisfy his own perverted desires?
The policewoman took notes very seriously and thought a lot, and she didn't notice that there were three more people behind her.
The old man was very perceptive. As soon as he saw Kuang Zhili's police uniform, he knew that he was a senior official of the Police Department.
Say hello quickly.

"Officer! Officer! You must investigate this matter thoroughly. This matter has nothing to do with me. I didn't do it. I am just a photo developer. I am almost seventy years old. It is impossible for me to do such a heartless thing. Officers, you must investigate this matter thoroughly. I am innocent."

The old man tried to stand up. Although he was the one who reported the case, he had never committed a crime, been in jail, or had much contact with the police.

He was still worried that the police would misunderstand him. If they arrested him as a bad guy, he would be doomed.

"Uncle, just lie down and take a rest. We, the police, will definitely find the murderer. Now, let me ask you two questions."

"Sir, if you ask, I will definitely answer you properly."

"When did you get this photo? Who gave it to you and asked you to develop it?"

Kuang Zhili squatted in front of the old man with a friendly expression.

If there were answers to these two questions, the identity of the murderer would be immediately known. He glanced at Jiang Hanwen beside him and found that Consultant Jiang did not seem to care about what the old man had to say. Instead, he was staring at the street carefully.

This is strange, does he not care about the identity of the murderer? Or does he already have the answer in his mind?
Old man: “.”

"Old man, what do you mean by shaking your head? You don't want to say it, right?"

Lao Zhuang, who was standing by, immediately became angry and his face turned black.

Hey, this old man is really stubborn. Is he trying to cover up the murderer?

Seeing that both of them looked unhappy, the old man quickly explained: "Officer, officer, it's not that I don't want to tell you, I just don't know. When I was developing film in the house, my photography friend saw that I was not there, so he put the film box on the counter and wrote his name on it. I saw it and took it in to develop."

"But he didn't write his name on the box of film, and there's nothing valuable in my store, and I don't have any surveillance installed, so I really don't know who sent it."

The old man had a sad face. He was really unlucky today. He was almost scared to death while developing a photo and now he was being questioned by the police. It was a bad year for him.

"Mr. Zhuang, immediately send your people to check the surveillance cameras in the building and the surrounding neighborhoods, now!"

Kuang Zhili shouted loudly with a serious look on his face.

"Lao Zhuang, tell them not to forget to check the surveillance at the intersection. Don't wait too long, within a week. Look for the license plates of taxis passing by the building and write them down."

Jiang Hanwen added.

"Check the taxis again. How many taxis go back and forth at the intersection this week?"

Lao Zhuang did not dare to refute and could only mutter in a low voice.

There are quite a lot of taxis at the intersection, even if they were parked within a week. The key is whether we have ruled out the possibility that the taxi driver committed the crime?
The police officers in Central and the private detectives under Lan Kwai Fong have thoroughly checked all the suspicious taxi drivers and there will be no omissions.

"Advisor Jiang, I think..."

Kuang Zhili stood up, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Jiang Hanwen interrupted Kuang Zhili and said, "Old Kuang, I know this is a lot of work, but this is the only way to do it right now."

He narrowed his eyes and said, "And I have a feeling that there will be clues soon. Very soon."

(End of this chapter)