"No, I can't tell you that!"
Ding Lan refused Zhao Yu's request in the speeding car.
"Actually," Ding Lan explained, "it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I don't know!"
"Stop fooling around. Your efficiency and advanced technology are too tempting!" Zhao Yu begged. "Without any identity information, photos, or phone number, you can find a man who has been missing for 30 years with just a 3D image?
"And it's so fast. If we had such a method, wouldn't the term 'fugitive' disappear from the dictionary?"
"No, it's not like that," Ding Lan said. "Putting aside the technology, the main problem is the resources. It's not as simple as you think!"
She then added, "Besides, it's also a matter of probability. Besides, it's not necessarily the person we're looking for!
"Look …" Ding Lan handed the phone to Zhao Yu and asked, "Does it look like him?"
"Well …"
Zhao Yu looked at the photo on the phone. It was an instant photo that the agents had sent to Ding Lan, which had just been taken by the suspect.
Zhao Yu looked at it carefully and felt that it was somewhat different from the 3D image.
"This man's name is Lin Bentao. He's 61 years old and runs a small supermarket," Ding Lan said. "We found out that this man's identity is fake. He doesn't enjoy government subsidies, so he should be a black man.
"Through a computer comparison, we found that his facial features are 78% similar to those in the wanted portrait, which is relatively high."
"Oh …" Zhao Yu quickly asked, "The suspects are brothers. Did you find out if this man has any brothers?"
"No," Ding Lan said. "This man has no brothers, nor does he have a family. He just hired a young man in the shop.
"Also, he lives in the shop and has no other place to live."
Ding Lan then said, "My people have arranged everything. The suspect can't run away! But, "Ding Lan said," this is a task for the Criminal Division, so our agents can't show themselves! Do you understand what I mean? "
Zhao Yu certainly understood. These agents usually had other identities, so it was naturally inconvenient for them to show themselves.
"Don't worry! How could I let a 60-year-old man get away? "Then, Zhao Yu returned the phone to Ding Lan." I just hope I didn't find the wrong person. "
It was already past ten at night. Da O was a city that never slept, and it was just entering peak hour. The road was crowded, and they drove for more than half an hour before they arrived at their destination.
This was a residential area on the east side of Da O, close to the dock. The people in the residential area were complicated. There were local fishermen, migrant workers, and many dark-skinned foreigners …
The suspect's small supermarket was at the entrance of the residential area. It looked old and a little shabby.
The lights were on. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see that there were no customers in the supermarket.
After Zhao Yu got out of the car, he walked straight to the supermarket. Miao Ying touched her gun out of habit. After making sure there was nothing wrong with it, she followed Zhao Yu.
Ding ding …
When the door opened, it made a jingling sound, indicating that a customer had arrived.
There was a fishy smell in the supermarket, and the goods on the shelves were placed crookedly.
After entering the store, Zhao Yu and Ding Lan saw the suspect in front of the counter. He was a balding old man, who was wearing sloppy clothes. He was eating a bowl of braised noodles in front of the counter.
When Zhao Yu and Miao Ying came in, the man didn't even look back. Instead, he looked up at the TV above the counter while eating the noodles.
There was a horse race on the TV, and the old man was so focused on it that he didn't even have time to eat his noodles.
"No way!" Zhao Yu came to the counter and asked casually, "Why is there a horse race so late? Is this a replay of the race? "
Hearing Zhao Yu's question, the old man turned to look at Zhao Yu and said, "Are you a foreigner?" He pointed to the TV and said, "Today is Friday, and this is the finale of the horse show. It's all the most popular horses. It's very exciting!"
"Oh, you have a good eye, Ala Magic Bean. I'm from Shanghai," Zhao Yu said with a smile. "Why do I feel like you're from Shanghai too?"
Zhao Yu's words alerted the old man.
He put down his chopsticks, looked at Zhao Yu carefully, and said, "You have good ears. I've never been to Shanghai, so why do I smell like Shanghai?"
"Really?" Zhao Yu made a sniffing gesture and said, "Is there a fire somewhere here? Why do I smell something burning? "
"Huh?" This time, the old man was stunned, and there was a strange look in his eyes.
"What? Fire? " At this time, a young man with a mop walked out from behind the counter. He said in surprise, "Where? Why don't I smell it?
"Dad," he asked the old man, "Do you smell it? Is it the stove that you use to cook noodles? "
"You …" The old man ignored the young man's question. He stared at Zhao Yu without blinking and asked, "What can I do for you?"
Hearing the old man's words, Zhao Yu took out a photo from his pocket and said, "We want to ask you if you've ever seen this thing before!"
The old man took the photo. Although he was not wearing his presbyopic glasses, after taking a look at it, he suddenly trembled, and his face turned pale!
In the photo, it was the old Schneider safe with its paint peeling off.
Seeing the old man's shocked expression, Zhao Yu and Ding Lan felt relieved. They knew that they had found the right person. This old man should be the suspect they were looking for!
"What's wrong?" At this time, the young man came up to them with a mop and asked, "What do you want my dad to see?"
The old man looked at Zhao Yu and said to the young man, "Xiao Ming, this is none of your business! You can get off work now! "
"Oh?" The more the old man said, the more worried the young man was, so he insisted on looking at the photo.
"What do you think?" Zhao Yu asked calmly. "Have you ever seen this thing before?"
"Except … Except for this thing," the old man asked, "is there anything else?"
"Anything else?"
Zhao Yu looked at Ding Lan, then took out the other photos and put them in front of the old man.
In these photos, there was a watch, a picture of Villa No. 19, and a half arm …
This time, when the old man saw these photos, although he was still trembling all over, a relieved expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"What … What are these things!" The young man came forward and looked at the photos.
However, Ding Lan unexpectedly pressed the young man's arms, locked his hands behind his back, and pressed him heavily to the ground.
"Ouch … Ouch … It hurts … It hurts! What are you doing? Ah!"
The young man screamed in pain. The old man quickly raised his hands and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, okay! I know, I know what you are looking for!
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything …"
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