Superintendent Huang smiled quietly, and tried to figure out what Neil Sir meant for a long time.

Then he changed his mind and thought that he must like her, which was a good thing, so there was no need to figure out all his superior's thoughts. So he calmly raised his head and continued to listen to the conversation between Jiayi and Wang Jiewang, occasionally making some notes in his notebook, and occasionally turning around to ask Tannen's ideas, or to propose some possibilities.

He hadn't experienced this kind of concentrated, high-intensity brainstorm for a long time.

When he was working on the front line, he always felt tired, but now... he actually enjoyed it.

It was as if he had found the passionate years of his youth and was rejuvenated.

Finally, half an hour later, Jiayi's dozen questions were sorted out one by one. Some of them were indeed answered by Wang Jiewang or other inspectors in the New Territories North who handled the case, while others were still hanging in the air and became the content to be investigated next.

And in the process of her questioning, Wang Jiewang was actually coerced by her to tell her some more important information one by one.

When Jiayi finished asking, he flipped through the information in his hand. Everyone had copies of the rest, so he didn't need to say anything more.

After taking a sip of water, Wang Jiewang raised his head and stared at Yi Jiayi again, and asked curiously:

"Did you do your homework in advance?"

"Yes." Jiayi nodded and said truthfully: "Sir Fang told me in advance that he might be involved in this case, so I read some reports and information."

"..." Wang Jiewang nodded.

She took the initiative to look at the information and read it so thoroughly, which shows that she is very interested in the case.

The female sergeant in front of her does not just treat case handling as a "job". It seems that she really loves this job.

"Didn't you just come back?" Huang Sir suddenly raised his eyebrows. He was dragged to attend a charity dinner yesterday and came to work today. How could he have time to look at information and check files?

"I looked at it last night and this morning."

"In such a short time..." Huang Sir raised his lips and turned to Neil and said with emotion: "You have a great learning ability."

Neil nodded

politely. "Thank you, Huang Sir." Jiayi said humbly.

She is a test-taker trained by the nine-year compulsory education. She is the best at studying and reading information!

"Does anyone have any questions?" Wang Jiewang put down the documents, turned around and asked, and brought the topic back to the case.

Everyone looked at each other, and the questions had been asked by the young girl...

Wang Jiewang then handed the baton to Inspector Zhang Feng of Group A of West Kowloon. Inspector Zhang was in charge of the Shek Kip Mei house-breaking case in Sham Shui Po.

Zhang Feng then began to introduce the latest case that occurred in West Kowloon. During this period, Chen Guangyao and forensic officer Hui Junhao from the West Kowloon Forensic Department also spoke to add some information.

When they finished speaking, the basic information of the case was exhausted.

"For the rest, please take a look at the copies of the information distributed to everyone after the meeting." Zhang Feng put down the documents in his hand.

"OK." The task force supervisor Wang Jiewang nodded and continued, "Everyone should familiarize yourself with the case first. We will have another telephone conference tomorrow morning. At that time, you can talk about any ideas or new thoughts you have.

"Then I will arrange the work tasks of each group and speed up the excavation of information on the murderer and the arrest of him."

"Okay."

"OK."

Everyone expressed their opinions.

Sir Neil also stood up, "That's it for today."

Everyone stood up, saluted and watched Neil leave, then sorted out their notebooks and pens one by one and left one after another.

Wang Jiewang picked up the information, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he walked around to the other side of the long table and took the initiative to extend his hand to Jiayi:

"Welcome to join the task force."

"I hope our cooperation will go smoothly. "Jiayi shook the other's hand vigorously. After a brief exchange of words, they also developed a sense of mutual admiration.

"I've heard that Sergeant Yi is very capable. I'm going to get to know him well next time." Wang Jiewang withdrew his hand, raised his head slightly, nodded to Yi Jiayi with admiration, and then turned and left. After

taking a few steps, Wang Jiewang's sergeant and military advisor Hugo couldn't help but move closer to him and whispered:

"Sir, your words and tone seem provocative. As if to say that she actually has no ability, you see she is quite lively. Sarcastic..."

"Ah, really?"

Wang Jiewang paused, frowned and turned his head to mutter:

"It seems to be a bit of that meaning... like saying 'what? So many people say you are strong, I want to see for myself'... "

With a slightly dark face, Wang Jiewang walked out, feeling annoyed:

"I didn't mean that... I quite admire her... How come I offended people again..."

...

After listening to Wang Jiewang's "declaration", Jiayi was also a little puzzled:

"Brother Yue, are we too high-profile?"

Fang Zhenyue wanted to say, "Replace the word [we] with [I]..."

Patting her shoulder, he was as nonchalant as ever: "So what if you are low-key? So what if you are a little high-profile? Who cares what they think."

Jiayi couldn't help laughing. You are indeed worthy of being Fang Zhenyue!

"It's just a normal discussion of the case, not high-profile. "Fang Zhenyue added again. In his opinion, they were already very polite. They were just talking about the case, but there was no sarcastic competition with others.

He used to work on cases with Sergeant You Zhaohua from Group A. He would... Oh, let's not mention you. After all, he is more restrained now and is no longer the young man with a sharp edge.

"That's good."

Jiayi just felt relieved when she heard Superintendent Huang, who walked to the door of the conference room, patted the shoulder of the New Territories Nordic Superintendent and said with a smile:

"You have also seen the ability of the youngest and least experienced sergeant in our Serious Crime Unit... With the addition of our West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit, we may be able to solve the case within 3 days~"

"No one can do it. "Ou Zhuhao pushed away Inspector Huang's hand and said seriously with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Hahaha, you can't say for sure..." Inspector Huang shrugged, feeling very proud. "

..."Fang Zhenyue.

"..."Yi Jiayi.

"That's what we call high-profile. Yours is nothing." Fang Zhenyue muttered.

"..." Jiayi.

Huang Zhongcheng and Ou Zhuhao had a few words, then turned around and called Fang Zhenyue to discuss the team filling.

As soon as Mr. Fang left Jiayi, Jiayi turned around and said to Xu Junhao with a smile,

"Mr. Xu, I want to see all the bodies from the Shek Kip Mei massacre, can I?"

"Of course, no problem." Xu Junhao immediately agreed and walked up to him with a smile, "A few days ago, my friend brought me a lot of chocolates from London, and I shared a lot with my colleagues. It's a pity that you were not here. But guess what? Hehehe..."

While keeping the secret, Xu Junhao couldn't help but laugh proudly. Before Jiayi could guess, he couldn't wait to say,

"I left a few pieces for you. They are frozen in the freezer. They will definitely stay fresh."

"I love chocolate so much, thank you Sir Xu!" Jiayi's face instantly beamed with joy, but then she thought of what he said was frozen in the freezer, and immediately asked cautiously:

"Sir Xu, it's not frozen in the freezer in the autopsy room, is it?"

The smile on Xu Junhao's face suddenly froze, and he turned to look at Jiayi and said weakly:

"We clean and disinfect the freezer every week, it's very clean..."

"..." Jiayi.

Sir Xu, no matter how clean it is, it's still a freezer for corpses!!!

Fang Zhenyue was talking to Superintendent Huang about adding another detective to Team B. Suddenly, he saw Yi Jiayi and Xu Junhao chatting happily. He frowned and left Superintendent Huang without hesitation. He said decisively:

"Huang Sir, I will find you later."

He turned on his toes and strode to catch up with the man and woman who were walking on another road.

"..." Huang Zhongcheng turned his head to look at Fang Zhenyue's back and couldn't help curling his lips.

...

...

Jiayi still accepted the chocolate from Xu Sir.

But under the pressure of Xu Junhao's expectant gaze, she still couldn't eat the chocolate in the autopsy room. She

could tolerate a freezer that had stored corpses, but she really couldn't do it to eat chocolate in the autopsy room.

When it comes to fierceness, it has to be Xu Sir.

Sure enough, people are more difficult to mess with as their hair grows longer.

Holding the notebook, Jiayi pretended to want to look at the corpse and listen to Mr. Xu's introduction to the autopsy report, but her soul was immediately immersed in the flow of images of several corpses interlaced.

…

It was very dark that night, and the street lights were on outside the window, but this family in Shek Kip Mei followed the current trend and bought the kind of blue glass that was anti-radiation and anti-ultraviolet, and inlaid it on the window. Not only did it block the sunlight during the day, making the house dark, but it also blocked the moonlight and street light at night, making the house pitch-black.

At that time, many low-rise houses in Hong Kong used old locks on their doors. Even if the lock seller said that there were more anti-theft devices than before, you could still use a metal key to easily insert and break the door.

The murderer was probably the most skilled thief. With an iron hairpin and a thin wire, he easily opened both doors with a flick of the iron hairpin and a thin wire.

He was very skilled at entering the house, and even closed the door quietly before entering.

Although the houses in the city were very dense, there were no chickens or dogs barking, and the small square houses locked people up, which made the murderer feel safer. When he walked into the house and explored and studied the room, he was particularly slow and unhurried.

Perhaps it was because he had done such things so many times that he no longer felt afraid.

The housing estates in Shek Kip Mei, Sham Shui Po are very small. Although they are better than the old shanties, they are as suffocating as pigeon cages.

But this made it easier for the murderer. He didn't need to run around and could easily find the six people living in the house.

One person was on the sofa, and he was hit on the head with a hammer. The person died without even a scream.

The murderer didn't stop, but turned around and went to the door of a room. He pushed it open and found a small bathroom. He pushed open the door of the first room and found the master bedroom. He took a step in and his knees hit the bed. He moved a few times and fumbled around and found three round heads. One hammer for each person. If someone struggled and wanted to scream, he would pull the quilt to cover his head and hit him with another hammer.

He was already very experienced. If a person was stabbed with a sharp weapon, if it didn't kill him in one shot, he might still be able to struggle.

But even if a blunt instrument hits the head, even if it doesn't kill the person immediately, the person will be knocked unconscious. In the end, it is not a threat, just like a fish that has come ashore and can't be shaken for many times.

He closed the bedroom door, turned on the light, and saw that there was indeed no one in the small room, so he turned off the light and went out, and locked the room again.

He bypassed the kitchen where the moonlight shone in, paused, walked in first, opened the kitchen door and found a cold bread, tore open the package and ate a few bites. It was softer and sweeter than steamed buns, but not very filling, so he took out a lot of leftovers and meat, and took out a piece of raw beef from the freezer and put it in the sink to slow down.

After finishing all this in an orderly manner, he turned out of the kitchen and walked towards the last room in the house.

The old couple in the small bed had probably just coaxed their child to sleep and had not yet fallen into a deep sleep.

Someone walked in, and the old lady pulled the quilt and whispered, "Zizi is asleep, why are you here to check? Don't wake him up again."

The murderer immediately followed the sound and hammered towards the head of the person, but following the sound was obviously not as accurate as hitting the head first. The hammer hit the wooden bedside with a thump. The

old lady was frightened and groaned, turned around and turned on the light.

The murderer closed his eyes because of the light, but the hammer still blindly hammered forward fiercely. The old

lady turned her head to look over, and the hammer hit her forehead so hard that she fell down, covering her head. She saw the blood on her hands, and then she fell down.

The murderer adapted to the bright light, and reached back to hammer the old man on the head who was about to put on his reading glasses.

As long as he killed someone with one hammer, he would not hammer again.

He only wanted to kill, not to vent his anger. After

making sure that the two old people were dead, he turned around and walked to the stroller, looking down at the baby for a while.

The baby was indeed sleeping soundly, and the light was on, and three knocks failed to wake him up.

The murderer wiped his dirty hands on the clothes at the side of his body and gently touched the baby's chubby cheeks.

The baby was probably uncomfortable with the rough rubbing of his fingertips and grumbled twice. The murderer quickly pulled his hand back, but he couldn't help but lower his head and smile at the baby for a while, as if he liked the child very much.

But at this time his stomach was growling, so he had to turn off the light, close the door and walk out of the room. He went to the kitchen, put water and salt in the pot, threw the beef in, and stewed it without any method.

The beef took a long time to cook, and he ate another piece of bread, then went out to the living room sofa to look for the first girl who was killed.

The girl was not dead yet, and occasionally her throat gurgled, making a strange sound as if it was choked by blood.

The murderer walked up to her, and seemed to be very satisfied with her current warm, soft, and well-behaved state without struggling or shouting. He squatted beside her, touched her, kissed her, and looked at her happily and smiled for a while before reaching out to take off her clothes.

The girl seemed to have just cried before going to bed. There were still traces of tears on her eyes and cheeks, and her long eyelashes were also swimming in tears...

Maybe because she was staying at a relative's house, she missed her parents very much when night fell.