at the same time.
In the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade of Taicang City.
The criminal profiling expert who was called in at the fastest speed is currently in the mediation room, using Fang Yuwei's description to create the most accurate portrait of her boss.
Although judging from the current details...
The boss who had met Fang Yuwei and Baodan was most likely not the real K, but the pastor, the elder of the drug trafficking organization who came on K's behalf at K's instruction.
However, if the original identity of the pastor can be confirmed through criminal profiling, it will undoubtedly be extremely valuable.
After all, K is cautious.
If even Bomb had never seen his true face, then it was estimated that the members who later joined this drug trafficking organization, except for Rose who knew how to make human skin masks, would have no chance of seeing it.
So in this case.
The pastor who has most likely met K, or even disguised himself as K after receiving orders, and met with Bomb and recruited him into the organization, has undoubtedly become an important figure.
If the priest could be broken through, it would undoubtedly bring unprecedented results.
Later, we can follow the pastor's clues to dig out the founder of this drug trafficking organization, K.
It can be said that in this drug trafficking organization, people like Rose, Bomb, Butcher and others are nothing more than thugs with high criminal IQs who are used to develop the drug supply chain.
K is the truly irreplaceable core of the entire drug trafficking organization, and has access to huge amounts of high-purity drugs.
They even combined their outstanding hacking skills with their usual cautious attitude and informed the police of arrests several times in advance, thus hiding their organization for several years and establishing a huge drug distribution network.
If Qu Pengfei and Zhou Shirui had not been exposed one after another, perhaps this drug trafficking organization could have continued to hide and become a cancer deeply stationed in the black area of Long Country.
One hour later.
After revising the portrait seven or eight times, Fang Yuwei finally confirmed that it looked just like Uncle Jiang in her memory, with basically no significant difference.
Lin Tian took the A4 paper handed over by Tang Yong, a well-known criminal portrait master in Longguo, and carefully looked at the appearance of the pastor in Fang Yuwei's memory, then sighed.
"Director Tang, thank you for your hard work."
"I'm really sorry to have you rushing over here just to draw a portrait of a criminal like this."
Tang Yong, who is already in his sixties, put away his reading glasses and shook his head.
"Don't say that."
"As long as I am not old and confused and can still pick up a paintbrush, and as long as you don't despise me for being out of date and only being able to draw portraits on paper and not even being able to use a tablet computer, it's fine."
"to be honest......"
at this time.
Tang Yong slowly stopped what he was doing, looked at Lin Tian very seriously, his slightly cloudy pupils were full of determination, and spoke slowly.
"In fact, I wish you would come to me."
"I've been a criminal investigator for half my life, helping to catch hundreds of criminals. Now I'm not used to being asked to put all this aside and retire right now."
"I can't stand to see... criminals who should have been shot long ago still roaming around in the dark, having fun and trampling on the laws of our Dragon Country."
Silence for two seconds.
Tang Yong sighed deeply, as if lamenting that he was no longer young, and even more lamenting that he could no longer keep up with the times.
But his sincere desire to catch criminals has never changed.
Whether he is twenty, forty, or nearly seventy years old now, he still dedicates his light and heat.
As soon as he received Lin Tian’s call, he rushed to the Qingyang Criminal Investigation Brigade without hesitation.
Suppressing all the thoughts in his heart, Tang Yong waved at Lin Tian, continued to organize his painting work, and gestured slowly.
"Alright, Xiaotian."
"Hurry up and check the household registration system to see if there is a similar portrait. If we can find the criminal, then this case can be closed sooner."
Hearing this.
Lin Tian nodded immediately, saluted Tang Yong, and went to the Criminal Investigation Technology Section with Huang Qiang to start portrait matching immediately.
Normally, it is difficult to find the real suspect in the household registration database through a portrait drawn solely based on the witness's oral statement and impression.
But whether or not there is a chance to find it, you must definitely try as much as possible.
When faced with this kind of extremely secretive drug trafficking organization, no matter what means you use, you must try your best.
Not to mention, there was a special case where the criminal portrait drawn by Tang Yong was directly matched with the murderer in the household registration database.
That's why.
Lin Tiancai specially asked Tang Yong, who was already in his sixties, to come overnight just to confirm the pastor's true identity as much as possible.
......
now.
While Lin Tian and others were comparing the household registrations, trying to find out the pastor's true identity.
Inside Suzhou Railway Station.
The current time is 6:52, and the train that departs from Suzhou to Shanghai at 7 o'clock has already started routine ticket checking.
This type of ticket check to enter the platform does not require facial verification again. You only need to swipe your ID card to confirm that you have purchased a seat for this train.
"drop-"
"drop--"
"drop---"
......
The warning sounds of the platform gates opening rang out one after another.
Many office workers who need to commute across the city, some wearing suits, some wearing work clothes, basically passed through the gates despite being mentally tired, and walked towards the designated platform with familiarity.
And among the crowd passing through the ticket gate and heading to the platform.
The butcher, wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase, was not familiar with the aisle of the platform, but he walked with the crowd, making him look inconspicuous.
Or rather.
No one paid any attention to him at all. He was surrounded by office workers who were commuting across the city and were exhausted both physically and mentally. They just wanted to sit down early and catch up on some sleep.
But despite this, the butcher, who seemed to be staring at the front, was always using his peripheral vision or other small movements to observe the situation around him to determine whether he was exposed.
at the same time.
He also deliberately stayed close to other passengers to ensure that if his identity was exposed, he would be able to take hostages immediately and give himself a slim chance of escape.
Two minutes later.
The butcher walked to the platform, took a look at the train which was composed of two EMUs, and took out his mobile phone to check all the ticket information again.
When the broadcast announces that the train is about to arrive at the station.
The butcher raised his cold eyes, glanced at the white train head not far away, and then gave up his current seat.
Without hesitation, I walked towards the No. 14 carriage further away...
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