Lao Ba came back before dark, bringing with him an old man carrying goods, and said he had seen the man in the portrait.
In the wholesale market, there is a job that relies purely on physical strength to make money, and that is bag carrying. This job relies purely on physical strength to make money, and it is not easy.
According to the bag-carrying uncle, he is busiest in the morning, and he can take a break at noon. After 3 or 4 in the afternoon, there is basically no work, so he can only rest.
Every afternoon after three or four, he sits in a corner outside the main gate to rest. He stays there year-round, making it easier for regular customers to find him. The man in the picture came to the market about a month ago, sometimes carrying things, sometimes sitting there with him to rest.
Xiaoqi said that the place where the man in the portrait stayed every day was diagonally opposite the savings bank.
Yes, if you keep staring at it every day, someone will definitely notice it. It’s better to sneak into the market like this. Who can notice what a person carrying a bag is looking at every day?
Jiang Shaoming had to give a thumbs up to the man in the portrait for this disguise, otherwise he wouldn't have left. He really has the ability.
Lao Ba and Xiao Qi took the old man to another room to take a statement. They needed to ask some more specific details, such as name, age, hometown, etc. Don't expect what the old man knows to be true. The man in the portrait definitely didn't tell the truth.
Two hours later, the statement was completed. The old man was praised by Lao Ba, and all the police officers present applauded him warmly, thanking him for his help. The old man was also very nice and said that he hoped the case could be solved quickly and the bad guys would not go unpunished.
After seeing the old man off, Jiang Shaoming read the transcript. The man in the portrait claimed his name was Xiao Ming. Well, this name is not only popular in Guangzhou, but if you shout "Xiao Ming" on a street, five or six men will turn around.
My hometown is Sichuan, and my accent is also very pure Sichuan accent.
I have a wife and kids at home, and I'm carrying the bag for my younger brother's wedding. This one is also not true, pass.
The old man also knew the address; it was Xiao Ming who had said it was in a nearby alley. A quick check would reveal its authenticity. The big guy had already taken people to the alley, and Jiang Huashu didn't think it was true.
Well, the only thing that can be confirmed at the moment is that this "Xiao Ming" is from Sichuan.
He is about 25 to 30 years old.
Apart from these two things, there is no other valuable information.
After a while, the big guy came back and shook his head at Jiang Shaoming, saying that the address was also fake.
At this time, the old man brought back a middle-aged man, who was also carrying bags. The middle-aged man had seen someone looking for "Xiao Ming" before, twice, and it was the same person.
The painter quickly took the old man and the middle-aged man carrying the bag to the room where they had been to paint the portrait.
This time it took a bit longer, and it took me almost three hours to finish.
A new face appeared on the paper. He looked to be in his thirties, an ordinary face, the kind you wouldn't find in a crowd. There was no facial recognition at the time, so where could I find him in such a vast crowd?
We can only send it to various transportation hubs first, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Another day passed like this, and something happened to the big guy.
The direction of his investigation is always beyond your imagination, and this time the direction is "eating".
The big guy asked the old man seriously for a long time, and asked him all the habits of the male lead in the portrait that the old man knew.
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