To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Jiang Jinhuan's eyes were frighteningly calm at this moment. He continued, "Five people committed the crime. If they didn't want to be noticed, they wouldn't drive a flashy car. It's most likely a van or an ordinary SUV."

They chose this spot to ambush me, which means they scouted the area beforehand and knew I took this route every day.

But they didn't dare park their cars on the side of the road because there are surveillance cameras on this road; you can see the lampposts over there.

He raised his chin and pointed to a lamppost diagonally opposite the alley entrance.

Shen Qinghan looked in that direction and saw a white spherical camera in the middle of the lamppost, pointing directly at the alley.

"The camera's coverage area is about fifty meters, but the alley entrance is right at the edge of its blind spot."

They chose this location to carry out their operation because there were no security cameras in the alley, but they also couldn't park their car where the cameras could see it.

Jiang Jinhuan's voice was very calm, so calm that it didn't sound like someone who had just been beaten up. "So the place where they parked must be outside the coverage area of ​​the cameras, but it can't be too far from the crime scene, so that it's easy to escape."

Shen Qinghan looked at him with a complicated expression.

She hadn't expected that someone could still think so quickly after just being beaten.

"There are no more than three locations that are close enough to park a bread cart and are in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras."

As Jiang Jinhuan was speaking, he tried to stand up, but his body swayed, and Shen Qinghan immediately reached out to support him.

"You can barely stand, and you still want to go looking?"

"It's not me who's looking for them, it's the police." Jiang Jinhuan leaned against her to steady himself, then looked down at his body.

The shirt sleeves were torn, and the knees were worn through.

But he smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching at his wound, causing him to wince in pain. "I don't think you called the police just now. The siren sound was more of a coincidence!"

Shen Qinghan was somewhat surprised: "You guessed that too? I was so anxious to save you that I didn't have time to call the police!"

"Then let's call the police!"

Shen Qinghan immediately called the police.

Only then did Jiang Jin Huan ask in confusion, "How did you know I was here?"

There was a two-second silence.

"I was just passing by," Shen Qinghan said, her eyes filled with a hint of panic.

Jiang Jinhuan glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.

The sound of police sirens grew closer in the distance, and blue and red lights flashed at the street corner.

A police car turned onto the side road, its headlights shining on the two people, making Jiang Jinhuan squint.

The police car stopped, and two police officers got out, one in his forties and the other younger.

"Who called the police?" The veteran police officer walked over, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Jinhuan, his brow furrowing. "Was he beaten?"

Shen Qinghan stepped forward: "I called the police. My friend was beaten by five people. They ran north, probably by car."

We suspect their car was parked in a nearby blind spot of surveillance cameras and need to retrieve footage from the surrounding area.

She spoke concisely and clearly, describing the events, time, place, number of people involved, and their physical characteristics.

The veteran police officer glanced at her again and nodded: "Get in the car first, we'll go to the station to make a statement."

"Don't you need to go to the hospital?" The young police officer hesitated, looking at the injuries on Jiang Jinhuan's face.

"No need," Jiang Jinhuan waved his hand. "It's just a superficial wound. Let's apprehend the person first."

The veteran police officer glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

He had handled countless police reports of fights like this. Most victims were either too scared to speak or just kept screaming in pain. It was rare for them to ask to be the first to be arrested.

"You suspect they drove here?" the veteran police officer asked.

"The van, five people committed the crime, and they fled north," Jiang Jinhuan said. "From the time they started hitting people to their escape, it's been less than twenty minutes."

If they were driving, they wouldn't have gone too far out of this area.

But if they walk, they can't run.

But I think they came by car, because I've been taking this route for almost a month, and tonight is the first time I've been blocked by someone, which means they scouted the area and had a plan.

People who plan ahead don't leave their escape to chance.

The veteran police officer and the young police officer exchanged a glance.

"Okay, let's go back to the station first. I'll have someone check the surveillance footage."

The police car drove towards the police station, with Jiang Jinhuan and Shen Qinghan sitting in the back.

The carriage was quiet, with only the low hum of the engine and the occasional sound of a police radio. Shen Qinghan remained silent, but Jiang Jinhuan noticed that her hand was always placed closest to him.

The police station's duty room was brightly lit.

Jiang Jinhuan sat in a chair taking notes, while Shen Qinghan sat beside him, her coat draped over her knees.

The young police officer was in charge of taking the statement, while the older officer was checking the surveillance footage next door.

The young police officer asked very detailed questions, including the time, place, physical characteristics of the perpetrator, and the process of the crime. Jiang Jinhuan answered them one by one, his tone as calm as if he were reporting on his work.

The young police officer, while writing, suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Have you trained before?"

"I've learned a little bit before."

"You've had some training?" The young policeman's gaze fell on his arms. Even through his shirt, the lines of his shoulders and back were clearly strong and powerful. "You don't look like you've had any training. Five people are attacking you, and you managed to take down three of them?"

Jiang Jin Huan didn't answer the question, but said, "The leader has a tattoo on his neck, which crawls out from his collar. It's black and looks like a snake."

He has an old scar on his right eyebrow, not a new one. Another person has a birthmark on their left cheek, about the size of a coin, and brown in color.

These characteristics are quite obvious; if they have a criminal record, it should match up in the database.

The young police officer paused, then looked up at him again, this time with a look that held a more ambiguous meaning than before.

The door to the next room opened, and the old policeman came out with an "interesting" expression on his face.

"It's been transferred." The old policeman held a folder in his hand. "You're right, there is a van truck."

Silver-gray, Jinbei van, the license plate number is obscured, but the vehicle type and color match.

The car turned east at the third intersection from the north, traveling at high speed and running a red light.

Jiang Jinhuan sat up straight: "Which intersection?"

The veteran police officer glanced at him and gave him the street name.

Jiang Jinhuan mentally reviewed the street layout of that area.

He began, "East of that intersection is an old residential area with narrow roads, many side streets, and no main road."

If it were my choice, the bread truck wouldn't keep driving east, because it's too easy to get stuck in traffic.

The most reasonable route is to drive two more intersections ahead, get onto the main road from there, and then merge into the traffic.

The police officers looked at each other, some of them surprised as they looked at Jiang Jinhuan.

Seemingly noticing the other person's surprise, Jiang Jinhuan said, "I've studied psychology, and I've even read about criminal psychology!"

The police captain patted Jiang Jinhuan on the shoulder: "Investigate immediately if you find any clues. It's a gang crime, and it's on my turf. Arrest them. I can't afford to lose face like that."