If this person was the target of the cloaked man and was just brought back to investigate the situation like Zhang Kexin, he would obviously not be handcuffed.
Many police officers gathered outside the detention room and looked at the suspect inside through the window glass.
Such a close observation immediately allowed everyone to discover more details.
At first glance, the suspect is a woman.
She has medium to short hair that reaches her shoulders.
The face also looks more feminine and gentle.
But she also has masculine characteristics, such as a prominent Adam's apple.
Moreover, her face looked obviously unnatural and her expression looked fake, as if she was wearing a mask.
Especially in some parts, there seem to be traces of sutures.
"Plastic surgery?"
"Did she have this face made by plastic surgery?"
"So, he was originally a man, but gave himself a female face?"
…
The police officers looked incredulous.
They just felt that the case was becoming more and more outrageous.
Mina looked at Shen Ting with even greater curiosity:
“Team Leader Shen, what’s going on with this guy?
Is he really the real Cloaked Man?"
"certainly!
His face is the most obvious evidence.
The other evidence, when the police officers who searched his residence return, should be able to form a complete chain of evidence."
Shen Ting nodded and said.
Jiang Daoqing was surprised:
“At first, we thought she was the real target of the cloaked man, and you found the cloaked man by tracking her.
I didn't expect it to be the case.
Team Leader Shen, how did you catch him?
Song Huaimin also hurriedly said:
"Yeah, tell me now!
Team Leader Shen, you don’t know that we were so curious all the way here.”
"The specific process is quite complicated, so I'll briefly explain it. Let's go to the conference room!"
Soon, the group arrived at the original project meeting room.
Under everyone's impatient gaze, Shen Ting said:
"Before, after you left the police station and went to set up surveillance around Zhang Kexin, I originally thought that you would be able to capture the cloaked man by her side.
I just need to wait for your good news.
However, I had nothing to do at the time, so I pieced together the missing body parts of the thirteen victims and Zhang Kexin's face to form a picture..."
Shen Ting pulled up the pictures stitched together by Kiko on the computer in front of him.
The picture is also displayed on the electronic whiteboard in front.
Shen Ting continued:
“When I first saw the picture, it wasn’t a big deal.
I just subconsciously felt a little awkward.
However, when I put myself in the perspective of the cloaked man, for some reason, I suddenly found it difficult to accept this picture.
In other words, it is hard to accept that such an elegant imitation can be pieced together using different bodies.
This replica is not as similar to Gaoya as the three statues he built in the cliff cave.
It's so clumsy!
In the cloaked man's heart, Gao Ya is the Black Lotus God.
The god that he planned to piece together turned out to be such a shoddy work that was obviously fake.
The cloaked man might not even be able to forgive himself.
I even felt a deep sense of disgust because of it.
However, I couldn't be sure at that time whether this disgust and my feelings came from myself.
Or the cloaked man, he would feel the same disgust as I do.
Everyone knows the reason. Gao Ya and I know each other.
When simulating the criminal's psychology, it's easy to put your own emotions into the role of someone you know, but this is actually a big taboo."
“I hesitated for a while.
I don’t know whether I should take that disgust seriously.”
As Shen Ting spoke, all the police officers in the conference room stared at the spliced pictures on the screen.
awkward?
Disgust?
It's a bit awkward indeed.
After all, the picture is made up of photos of thirteen victims before they disappeared.
The clothes for different parts of the body are different, so it is normal to feel awkward.
But no one really felt the deep-seated disgust.
Many people stared at the screen with their eyes wide open.
There was no trace of disgust on his face.
My eyes are sore from staring!
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