Chapter 252 The Chosen One?

When Qin Mingzhi arrived, Jiang Yang was pressing down on a red-haired man's back with one leg, and his other hand swiftly disarmed his arm.

"Zhao Dafu, 17 years old, has been involved in drug manufacturing for two years and drug trafficking for one year, with a total amount of 7 million... Tsk, you are so young and don't learn well, you should go to hell and apologize to your ancestors."

"Crack!"

There was another crisp sound, and Jiang Yang broke Zhao Dafu's calf.

"Ah! I'm going to call the police! I'm going to complain about you!"

"I'm a minor! You can't do anything to me, you son of a bitch!"

"Let me go!"

"I'm going to hire a lawyer! I'll sue you to death!"

Zhao Dafu screamed at the top of his voice, attracting passers-by.

"Oh my god, he's dealing in drugs at such a young age? Doesn't his family care?" The aunt frowned and whispered to her friends around her.

"It's obvious that he's a wild child who has no one to teach him. What kind of child from a good family would be like this?"

How could a decent child say something dirty? He would say "I" when he opened his mouth and "son of a bitch" when he closed his mouth.

And everyone was familiar with Jiang Yang, and knew that it was Officer Jiang who was handling the case, so no one sympathized with Zhao Dafu.

"Get up! Come back to the police station with me, I want to see what you can do to me."

Jiang Yang sneered, punched Zhao Dafu in the face, knocked out two big teeth in an instant, and immediately told him to shut up.

"Brother Yang!"

Qin Mingzhi's eyes lit up, and he ran over with his computer bag.

"Let's go back to the bureau first."

"Yes!"

When they arrived at the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Jiang Yang threw Zhao Dafu to Deng Yaojun, turned around and took Qin Mingzhi to report to Gu Guangsheng.

In name, Rongcheng City and Fu City jointly handled the case, but in reality, only Jiang Yang and Qin Mingzhi were really involved in Rongcheng.

There was no way, Rongcheng police were few in number.

Xiao Zhiwei and Zhou Hongming were both worried that if Jiang Yang was not around, they would not be able to suppress the criminals who were secretly ready to act.

After completing the formalities, Jiang Yang was about to tell Qin Mingzhi about Lu Jun's case when he was dragged away.

"Brother Yang, you came at the right time. The surveillance camera found something!"

The young man who had stayed up all night greeted Jiang Yang excitedly.

"Lu Jun and Pan Mingming have changed 16 houses in Fu City."

Meng Hua's eyes were red from staying up all night, but his expression was extremely excited.

Other policemen also gathered around when they heard the noise.

"Sishui Road, Zhongshan Road, Quyang Road, Dehua Road, North Second Ring Road and Sufengshan Road, they both rented houses near these roads."

"Coincidentally, these roads all pass through the Jungong Road Tunnel," Meng Hua became more and more excited as he spoke, and his speech speed increased a lot, "Brother Yang, look here, this takeaway guy wearing a hat and a mask drives back and forth to the Jungong Road Tunnel every ten days or so."

"Four of them stopped at Quyang Road, two at North Second Ring Road, five at Sishui Road, and seven times passed Sufengshan without getting off the car."

"I have reason to suspect that he is Lu Jun's boss!"

After saying that, Meng Hua suddenly turned his head and stared at Jiang Yang, "Brother Yang, does what I said make sense?!"

"Yes."

Jiang Yang nodded, he moved closer to the screen, dragged the mouse to move and pull the surveillance.

"Tsk, Dahua, I'm not trying to pour cold water on you, but the footage you adjusted is too blurry, isn't it?"

Someone sighed and pointed at the screen and said, "It's blurry, but no one has a frontal shot."

"It's hard to find someone!"

Qin Mingzhi poked his head over and said, "Have you compared it in the database?"

"... Well, it doesn't match."

Meng Hua paused for a moment, and then quickly said, "But we can start with the food delivery platform!"

"You're stupid, those who dare to walk on the street so brazenly must have a clean background."

"Even if we investigate, we won't find anything."

"Yes. It's very likely that he will be released after 24 hours, which is not a big deal."

"Try it, what if?"

Qin Mingzhi glanced at Jiang Yang and saw that he was staring at the screen intently, so he sat down beside him.

He skillfully turned on the computer, cut into the police station's network domain, and his fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard.

Gu Guangsheng came out after writing the report and called everyone: "Everyone, go back and sleep for a while. You haven't had a good rest for several days. Be careful of sudden death."

"But we almost found someone."

Meng Hua was unwilling to accept it.

He had just graduated from college and was involved in such an important international case. How could he sleep when he saw some clues?

He even went to the toilet because he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Go home, these things are very useful, you helped a lot."

Jiang Yang suddenly spoke, his voice was full of joy, not like coaxing people.

Meng Hua was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened.

"No way, Brother Yang can tell this clearly?"

The policeman who had just complained stared at Jiang Yang in disbelief, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

With this resolution, his 5.3 Air Force eyes were broken!

"Well, there are some clues."

Jiang Yang was actually modest.

Although the picture adjusted by Meng Hua was blurry, it included several angles.

There are backs, left and right sides, and if you look closely, there are a few that show the area around the eyes.

These shots are of course useless to ordinary people, and even the police database cannot match them.

But Jiang Yang's observation skills have been improved to the extreme, coupled with his ability to draw old pictures at the age of three, he can figure out the clues with just a little clue.

Not to mention that Meng Hua found such a complete angle.

So, in front of everyone, he pulled out a piece of A4 paper, imagined it in his mind, connected all the details and quickly started writing.

First the facial features, then the contours, then the hairstyle, body shape... and finally deepen the eyebrows and skin texture.

In less than ten minutes, a meticulous character sketch appeared on the page.

"What the hell?! That's amazing..."

Deng Yaojun came over halfway and only heard half of it. He rubbed his eyes hard and stared at the portrait on the A4 paper in disbelief.

He is even more powerful than the professional portrait artist of the Criminal Investigation Brigade!

Gu Guangsheng was also shocked.

His eyes swept back and forth between the surveillance camera and Jiang Yang's paintings, but he couldn't see any similarities.

Damn it, the Chosen One? !

"Ahem, you should take a rest now, go back and have a good sleep, cheer up and come back to work on the case!"

Liu Zhonglin stood outside the crowd and coughed lightly, then looked at Jiang Yang: "I'll apply for a search warrant first, and we'll gather in half a day!"

At the command, the police officers responded one after another.

Deng Yaojun and Meng Hua lived far away from each other, so they simply shared a sofa with each other.

Qin Mingzhi used Jiang Yang's paintings to search in the database.

"Strange, why not?"

He had been sitting in front of the computer for almost four hours, but he couldn't find a match.

Jiang Yang clicked on the screen, "Not just domestic databases, overseas ones, wanted ones... and dead ones, try them all."

"die?"

Qin Mingzhi was startled. Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't seem to be joking, he immediately took action.

Taking this opportunity, Gu Guangsheng brought the lunch box he ordered in advance to the office.

"Eat something first to fill your stomach. I won't be able to take care of it when I get busy later. It's not good for your health."

"Those of us in this profession must take care of ourselves, otherwise we will not be able to serve the people."

Jiang Yang took it with a smile, but unfortunately before they could even talk, Qin Mingzhi made some noise.