In the cattle shed area of ​​To Kwa Wan in Kowloon East, Hong Kong, there is a group of non-mainstream artists who have transformed the cattle shed into an art village.

They oppose the elitism of humanity and hate grand narratives. They prefer to stay in their own spiritual world and be their lonely selves.

Among them are sculptors, performance artists, painters, singers, musicians... Many of them may not be able to earn a single Hong Kong dollar from their art in their lifetime, but they are tirelessly holding on to their positions and playing with their hobbies and dreams.

When the North New Territories extermination case made it impossible for citizens to live and work in peace, I don't know which artist first proposed that they suddenly unite to do an interesting performance art.

So they formed a small drama troupe, with three or five people forming a performing group. The most talented among them wrote the script and lines to show how the murderer looked and how he committed the crime.

Their must-have actor was a 163cm tall man with wrinkles all over his forehead, holding a small hammer, a blue and white stroller with a thermos bottle, and pushing an old Phoenix brand bicycle.

The lines would clearly state his motives for committing the crime: he wanted food, money, and pretty girls.

At the end of the performance, the public is warned to make sure that the doors and windows are locked before going to bed at night, to prop up the doors and windows with huge objects, and to make anti-theft windows. It is not enough to just keep a dog.

The artists try to make the performance as exaggerated and funny as possible, making the murderer look more like a pathetic and scary clown to attract the public's attention.

You may see their performance at the Hung Hom subway entrance, at the entrance

of the park, or in any small square on the street corner... Other young people who play musical instruments and make music are equally unwilling to be outdone. They put the police's profile of the murderer and the warning to the public into the lyrics, composed a catchy music, and took the instruments to the streets, singing directly to everyone in the busy streets, at the bus stops, and in the squares.

The lyrics describe a story about an evil ghost coming to the world. As long as the people of Hong Kong work together, they can kill the ghost and bring peace to the world.

Since one of Sun Xin's classmates in the TVB training class was also a cowshed artist before joining TVB, he simply dragged Sun Xin to sing together on the pretext of "training his courage" during the few days when there was no filming.

Sun Xin is not very interested in many things, but he is very interested in this matter. Jia Yi is a detective who catches the murderer, and he is a good citizen who helps. This cognition makes him feel like he is doing the same thing with his family, and he has a different kind of intimate experience.

When talking to Jia Yi, he jokingly called it a "parent-child activity", which caused Jia Yi to laugh.

...

A few handsome guys were singing at the entrance of Tongzhou Street Park in Sham Shui Po. A few people gathered around them. They hummed along and imagined themselves bravely catching the murderer of the New Territories North serial murder case and getting a bonus of one million.

The young handsome guy singing, with his beautiful voice and bravely fighting the bad guys... shone brightly in the sun, diluting the shadow that the murderous demon had brought to Sham Shui Po.

The man on the bicycle quickly passed through the crowd, not daring to stop, shrinking timidly and trying to cover his face.

They knew, they all knew...

He was going to throw away the water bottle hanging on the handlebars, push his bike into the river, steal a hat, hunch over, and make himself even shorter...

When he was walking through the alleys of Sham Shui Po, a young woman pushed open the gate and splashed a bowl of water on the road.

The water splashed on his bike, and the woman apologized hurriedly, but he didn't dare to stop and didn't even turn his head.

Ah Xiang stared at the man's back, his eyes quickly swept over the water bottle on his handlebars and the bike he was riding, then turned around without hesitation, strode to the landline, and dialed the number in a circle. The moment the busy tone stopped, he shouted urgently:

"Jia Yi, I may have seen the murderer, I can't be wrong!

" He rode his bike, crossed Oak Street, and went to Pine Street. "

…

Jiayi, who was re-investigating the crime scene of the sixth murder case in Kwai Chung with Qian Peirang and others, received a call from Ah Xiang. She immediately turned around and shouted to Zhen Yue:

"Brother Yue, call the police station immediately and mobilize uniformed police to block the way! The murderer went along Pine Shue Street towards Tong Mei Road on a bicycle. "

The moment Fang Zhenyue heard her say to make a call, he had already taken out his mobile phone and called Sir Huang. Sir Huang picked up the phone just as Jiayi finished speaking. Fang Zhenyue immediately reported to Sir Huang. On the phone, he heard Chief Superintendent Sir Huang walk out of the office and shout to the police in the large office area to assign tasks.

Then there was a burst of conversations on the walkie-talkie to mobilize personnel. The uniformed police patrolling nearby streets such as Song Shue Street, Tang Mei Road, Shanghai Street, etc. all gathered in the direction of Song Shue Street and Tang Mei Road.

Fang Zhenyue heard Sir Huang shouting: "The murderer is carrying weapons such as hammers. He can shoot if necessary, but do not hurt the citizens.

"Nearby traffic police were also dispatched. The murderer was riding a bicycle...

" "Call the mobile unit. All passages in the east, west, north and south directions of Songshu Street are blocked. All men and women leaving this area are required to show their IDs..."

At this time, Jiayi held up her mobile phone again, listening to Ah Xiang's conversation while relaying it to Fang Zhenyue:

"The murderer was wearing a dark green polo shirt, black Adidas sports pants, and solid black sports shoes without logos. "

Fang Zhenyue then relayed the message to Sir Huang in the same way, and Sir Huang immediately passed it down, and within 1 minute, all the information about the murderer was delivered to the ears of all the uniformed police who had received the siege mission.

Jiayi turned to Wang Jiewang and said, "Sir Wang, call Inspector Zhang Feng in Sham Shui Po, and send all the task force members in Sham Shui Po to Pine Street. "

Wang Jiewang didn't have time to think about the question 'Why is Yi Jiayi more like the think tank leader of the task force?' Moreover, because of the trust he had accumulated with Jiayi in the past few days, he turned around and called the victim's home phone without saying much.

Within 10 minutes, all the people who could be mobilized had taken action.

Thunder mission, all-out attack.

After all the arrangements were made, Sir Huang took a breath and asked Fang Zhenyue:

"Is the news credible?"

Fang Zhenyue turned his head to look at Yi Jiayi. Jiayi approached Sir Fang's mobile phone and said directly to Superintendent Huang on the other end of the phone:

"Sir Huang, do you remember the mainland girl Chen Guoxiang who had an extraordinary memory and gave out a lot of information about the murderer Uncle Ye in the dragon head stick murder case? She also won the Good Citizen Award last year! Just now she saw the murderer riding a bicycle passing by Oak Street. I believe her. She will not remember it wrongly, nor will she see it wrongly. "

In the whole chain of transmission, Huang Sir believed Fang Zhenyue, and Fang Zhenyue believed Jiayi, so they were able to advance the pursuit so quickly.

At the same time, Ah Xiang, who had not hung up the phone yet, also heard Jiayi's words.

She held the microphone and lowered her eyes.

Yi Jiadong walked past her, looking at Ah Xiang in surprise, and occasionally looking outside the shop, muttering, "The murderer actually passed by the back of our shop? Oh my God..." He turned his head to look at Ah Xiang, and when she finally raised her head slightly, Yi Jiadong frowned and asked worriedly:

"Why are you crying?"

Ah Xiang screamed, reached out to touch her face, and found that her cheeks were hot and her eyes were wet.

She raised her lips and said, "I'm not crying, I'm laughing."

...

Since Sham Shui Po is not big, the streets are dense, and there are many red lights, it is impossible for the murderer to escape quickly.

Mr. Huang ordered the area to be cordoned off. Within 20 minutes, the murderer would definitely not be able to escape - this was a good decision based on experience.

To the northeast of Pine Street is the Mong Kok Police Station, to the northwest is the Sham Shui Po Police Station, and to the south is the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Traffic police cleared the way, and the police and mobile forces arrived very quickly.

The cordon was completed within 20 minutes. Unless the murderer really had wings, it would be impossible for him to escape from this area.

The cordon was drawn, and a post was set up every few steps. Only then did the citizens of Hong Kong realize that there are really many police officers in this city.

All along, the most effective and most commonly used method for the police to fight against evil people is to "bully" the minority with the majority. At this time, uniformed police and plainclothes officers rushed into Sham Shui Po, and the "sense of security" that had slipped away from everyone in the past few days suddenly returned.

Zhang Feng was still worried when he received Wang Jiewang's call and put down his work of visiting restaurants and mobile stalls and rushed to Songshu Street. He

was just mobilizing a large force just because of a citizen's internal police call. If the murderer is not found, wouldn't the police be embarrassed?

You know, this is the first large-scale operation of the police in the past three months when serial murders have occurred. The media has swarmed in. If this operation is in vain, and the media knows that all the operations are based on a citizen's phone call... I dare not imagine how they will report it.

Feeling uneasy, Zhang Feng led the detectives from West Kowloon CID A and CID B to cross the cordon. Tony was assigned to Yi Kee to take the statement of Chen Guoxiang, who called the police, while the others were divided into three groups to search in three directions.

In this operation, not only Zhang Feng felt uneasy, but Wang Jiewang and Superintendent Huang were also a little panicked.

But the person they arrested was a super criminal who had killed 40 people, and it had been many days since the Shek Kip Mei murder case. Now the murderer may have almost spent all the money he robbed, and it may be very close to the next crime - even if it is very risky, they can only bite the bullet and go ahead.

Moreover, things have come to this point...

By this time, Wang Jiewang and others who were at the scene of the Kwai Chung murder could no longer stay there. Qian Peirang saw that their minds had already flown to Sham Shui Po, so he said bluntly:

"The investigation here is almost done, why don't you go to Pine Street in Sham Shui Po first, and I will call you after I finish the investigation here?"

"Okay." Wang Jiewang responded immediately, turned around and left.

Qian Peirang stopped them again, pointing to the bedroom closet at the crime scene and said, "The male owner of this house has many polo shirts, and most of them are dark green, dark blue, black and other dark colors. Don't worry, the man wearing a green polo shirt mentioned on the phone is probably the murderer."

"Thank you." Wang Jiewang was suddenly moved by Qian Peirang, and after standing still, he thanked him earnestly, then turned around and took Fang Zhenyue and the others away.

Qian Peirang smacked his lips, looked at their backs, and suddenly wanted to be a detective.

As they rushed out the door and rushed to the scene, their flying hair and chic backs were quite exciting...

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At the 27th minute of the siege, three uniformed police officers found a blue and white stroller with an insulated water bottle discarded in a trash can on Betfair Road;

at the 35th minute, the two-person search team of Liu Jiaming and Gary found a Phoenix brand bicycle abandoned in the alley and pressed under a large snakeskin bag for garbage on Hetao Street.

Forensic colleagues rushed to the scene, and Zhang Feng and others also arrived at the scene.

Da Guangming took A Jie to the scene to collect fingerprints and make a comparison. After a few minutes, he stood up and said to Zhang Feng: "It is confirmed that it is the bicycle stolen by the murderer. There are many fingerprints belonging to the murderer on it."

Zhang Feng took out his hand from his trouser pocket and wiped the sweat on his palm on the side of his trousers.

The nervous wait finally paid off with a good result, and he rarely smiled.

Before Fang Zhenyue and others arrived at the scene, Zhang Feng passed the news to Superintendent Huang who was commanding the town guard office, and Yi Jiayi who was still on the way.

"Yi Shazhan, the lady who reported the case, Ms. Chen, might win the Good Citizen Award again this year. No wonder you trusted her so much, you were right!"

If the murderer had committed many crimes in the New Territories and had not been arrested, and was caught now in Sham Shui Po, the West Kowloon Crime Unit would be very proud.

The blood in Zhang Feng's chest was boiling with excitement when he saw the criminal about to be caught, and his voice was even higher when he spoke on the phone.

"Ah Xiang deserves another Good Citizen Award. She called immediately after seeing the murderer, and she was very smart to clearly tell the direction the murderer left, and even remembered the color of the murderer's clothes." Jia Yi's tone was full of pride, Ah Xiang was already very powerful.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to search for the suspect." Zhang Sir said and hung up the phone.

Jiayi sat in the passenger seat, holding the mobile phone, turned her head and looked at Fang Zhenyue and blinked.

Why do I always feel that... Zhang Sir's words are a bit arrogant?