"Team Zhao, it's wrong to pry into other people's privacy!" Yun Tuan said with a smile, "Xiao Liu and I have already written the report. This case may be quite exciting!"
Sheriff Garfield stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. "You came late. The cases in the past few years were the most popular."
"Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
Yun Tuan looked at the side face of the middle-aged man. There was a small scar on his face and a small brown mole at the base of his left ear.
Maybe I have been on the front line all year round, exposed to wind, sun and rain, and my skin is dark and dry, with a few cracks.
"Little girl, don't just stare at people. Although I, Lao Zhao, are quite handsome, don't fall in love with me!"
"Hahahaha, you are joking..." Yun Tuan tilted his head and scratched the base of his ears.
Her aesthetics have been spoiled by Jing, Jing Yu, Bei Xi, and the perverted He Yu, and it is difficult for her to have feelings for ordinary humans with complete facial features.
"In the past few years, some people were buried alive, and some were crushed into cubes by the machines in the landfill. The most disgusting one I ever took over was that the victim was skewered on a barbecue grill and made into a roasted suckling pig." p>
The fat police chief said briefly and shook his head.
He cannot travel through time and space to save these people, but at least he must seek justice for them.
Yun Tuan felt a little nauseous just after thinking about it for a moment.
"Hahaha, yes, that's the expression. Several people who were working on the case with me didn't want to eat for several days. Now that I see the barbecue stall, I can still recall the scene."
"Then you..."
"Yes, I haven't had barbecue in four or five years - hey, here it comes!" The fat police chief waved his hand, "Xiaoyun, come over too, this case is quite typical."
"Yes!" Yun Tuan stood at attention, grabbed a pen and paper and rushed to the room.
In the room, there were only men, most of whom were wearing uniforms. Only two young men in the corner were wearing casual clothes.
If Yun Tuan hadn't known that this was a single-player dungeon, she would have thought it was a player.
"This is Z University's traceology expert, Professor Jiang. This is Xiaoye, who is studying in the computer science department in his third year." As soon as Team Zhao entered the room, he first introduced the two social figures in the corner to Yun Tuan, "This is from the laboratory department.
Xiaoyun, cloud."
Professor Jiang has a handsome face, clean and elegant. He often purses his thin lips and looks like he should avoid strangers. He nodded.
Xiao Ye, on the other hand, has a bright smile, like a school boy who is good at playing basketball on the university campus, and is not at all in tune with the programmer.
Yun Tuan bowed slightly and found an empty seat to sit down. There were many scrawled writings on the whiteboard. Someone had already drawn a mind map about this case.
What is analyzed is the victim's experience from childhood to youth, to work, and prison, and to speculate on the people he may come into contact with after being released from prison.
Six months ago, a huge amount of 30 million yuan was added to the victim's account.
The police naturally monitored this matter, and the unknown origin of huge amounts of property is a crime. However, after further investigation, they found that the victim had won a special prize at a remote lottery station.
There are certain problems with the process of claiming the prize, but after paying the handling fee, it doesn’t matter.
"I have a question," Yun Tuan raised his hand. After getting permission, he expressed his thoughts, "Lottery tickets and lottery draws are very easy to operate in secret. It has happened before. There are no winning numbers at the lottery station.
Two days before the announcement, a public account tweet was sent to congratulate XXX for winning...
I suspect they are washing..."
"Yes, but he is just a peripheral link. We are waiting for him to contact the mastermind behind the scenes. Just three days ago, there was a call on his mobile phone, a cross-border call."
Captain Zhao held a ballpoint pen between the tip of his nose and his upper lip, speaking slurred words.