novelsite Chapter 1002 Reasoning Show!
Chapter 1002 Reasoning Show!
Chapter 1002 Reasoning Show!
The street lamp is like a lonely night watchman. No matter how strong the night wind is, it cannot extinguish his oil lamp.
Hoffman stood under the street light, one arm folded across his chest, smoking a cigar in the other.
To be honest, this style of painting is a bit abstract.
A slave owner like him looks like a big boss no matter how you look at him. He should be staying in a manor, sitting on a large and comfortable sofa, listening to his subordinates report that they have shot the boss of a rival gang.
A black man was squatting on the side of the road, wearing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, shaking his head to listen to music and rapping along.
"What are you going to do?"
Sister Cowboy was still shameless and followed Lin Baici.
"Wait!"
Lin Baici stood on the side of the road, chatting with Gu Qingqiu.
Xia Hongyao couldn't wait to start reasoning. She listened carefully to the conversation between her two ace subordinates and thought they were discussing the case of missing children, but the more she listened, the more something seemed wrong.
The history of Hong Kong Island’s development?
If I were reborn in this era, how would I make my fortune?
What is all this talking about?
Later he even turned to Ryugu Island, saying that Sannomiya Airi must be waiting anxiously.
Hello, we haven’t dealt with the ghost ship on Hong Kong Island yet. Do you think Ryugu Island is a bit far away?
After the old woman left her home and walked out of the residential building, everyone waited for another quarter of an hour, and then Hoffman was the first to go upstairs.
The black guy followed immediately.
"Shall we hurry up as well?"
Xia Hongyao urged that if they wanted to find someone, they must get a few photos of the missing child.
"Slave master, don't open the door violently, let me do it?"
The black guy volunteered.
He fiddled with the big gold ring on the ring finger of his left hand, then pulled out a gold-plated wire, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it a few times. The secret lock of the security door was easily opened with a click.
"OK!"
The black man turned around and made an OK gesture, probably waiting for some compliments from others, but Hoffman had already pushed open the door with a cold face.
Everyone goes in.
Hoffman did not go rummaging through the drawers. He stood in the living room with his right hand stretched out. After waiting for a few seconds, the photo albums that the old woman had looked at before flew out and landed in his hand.
Hoffman flipped through the photos, picked out three or four eye-catching photos, threw the album to the black man, and turned and left.
"Isn't this too pretentious?"
Xia Hongyao curled her lips: "Xiao Linzi, Xiao Qiuqiu, we must find the child faster than him!"
Lin Baici and his companions got the photos and came out. Hoffman had already knocked on a neighbor's door and was asking about the situation.
The cowboy sister and the black brother planned to go over to listen, but the Korean girl didn't, so she just followed Lin Baici and the others.
There are six households on this floor.
Gu Qingqiu observed the six security doors and the environment at the entrance, and finally chose the second one on the right.
Gu Qingqiu knocked on the door.
After waiting for a few seconds, someone answered and sounded like an old man.
Gu Qingqiu spoke authentic Hong Kong dialect, which made communication very convenient. After chatting for a few words and explaining his purpose, the other party opened the door.
“Are you from the government?”
The old man next door, wearing pajamas and reading glasses, asked cautiously: "Why aren't you wearing work clothes?"
"The old woman was injured and sent to the hospital. Let's find out about her situation!"
Gu Qingqiu explained.
"Alas, my children are not around. It's not good. No one cares if I get hurt."
The old man sighed.
"Where are his son and daughter-in-law?"
“I heard he went abroad!”
The old man added: "I worked abroad. About seven or eight years ago, I could still see people during the Chinese New Year, but later I never saw them again!"
"I guess we lost contact?"
Gu Qingqiu guessed: "Is the old lady living with her grandson? She kept shouting that she wanted to go home and make clay pot rice for her grandson!"
"Her grandson was lost when he was five years old!"
The old man adjusted his glasses and said, "Since then, her mind has become a little abnormal. After her son and daughter-in-law didn't come back, she lived alone and became even more crazy."
"Do you know where her grandson got lost?"
Xia Hongyao asked, and took out a small notebook to take careful notes.
"That's not clear. Some say it was at the amusement park, while others say it was on the way home from school!"
The old man was very enthusiastic: "You can go to the police station to check, she reported the case at that time!"
"Then you know how many years have passed since then, right?"
"Twenty or so years ago? I can't remember!"
The old man recalled.
"How many?"
Xia Hongyao was stunned.
"More than 20 years. That's too long!"
The old man yawned: "Do you have anything else to do?"
They obviously want to close the store.
"that's all, thanks!"
Gu Qingqiu thanked him.
As soon as the old man closed the door, Xia Hongyao immediately wailed, "A missing person case from more than 20 years ago, what's the point of looking for it?"
In that era, there were no cameras on the streets, so if someone got lost, it would be almost impossible to find them.
Human traffickers sell children to the mountains. Because communications are underdeveloped and transportation is not convenient, after ten years, a five-year-old child may not know that he has been abducted.
"More than 20 years and a generation have passed, and even fewer people know about the missing cases."
Gu Qingqiu pondered.
"Yes!"
Xia Hongyao frowned. This was also a troublesome matter. All the people who knew about it were old and dead, and she couldn't find anyone even if she went door to door to investigate.
"Let's go and check out that kid's school!"
Gu Qingqiu took out a photo.
Above is a photo of an old lady taking her grandson to the school gate. This should have been taken when he just started elementary school.
“Shouldn’t we ask the other neighbors?”
Sister Cowboy reminded: "What if the old man's testimony is wrong..."
"Will not!"
Gu Qingqiu looked confident as he walked downstairs.
"Why are you so sure?"
Sister Cowboy frowned, thinking that this woman was very arrogant.
"It's right to trust Xiao Qiuqiu!"
Xia Hongyao unconditionally supports Gu Qingqiu, but to be honest, she also thinks it is safer to ask again.
"Alumni, explain it to her!"
Gu Qingqiu threw the question to Lin Baici.
"Aren't you worried that I don't know?"
Lin Baici was speechless. How embarrassing would it be if he couldn't answer?
"Will not!"
Gu Qingqiu smiled slightly.
Sister Cowboy looked at Lin Baici, waiting for an answer.
"Those two security doors are different from the ones at the old woman's house. They were replaced later!"
Lin Baici pointed.
"so what?"
Sister Cowboy asked.
"This means that the two families may have bought the house later and renovated it, so they were not moved in at the same time as the old lady."
Lin Baici explained that if they were not neighbors from the same period, there was a high probability that they did not know the situation of the old woman's family.
"It could also be that the security door is broken and someone replaced it!"
Sister Cowboy is arguing.
"The possibility you mentioned does exist!"
Lin Baici gestured to Sister Cowboy to look at the shoe rack next to the security door: "Did you see anything?"
"Just some shoes?"
Cowboy sister doesn't know why
"The mistress of this house must be a slut!"
The black guy didn't speak Kyushu dialect fluently, but his pronunciation of the word "slut" was very authentic.
The house that the black man was talking about had a shoe cabinet at the door, which was filled with women's shoes. There were more than twenty pairs of shoes, and there were even several pairs on the ground next to it.
These shoes are all sexy, some of them have super high heels and diamonds...
These are the kind of shoes mostly worn by women in special professions.
"I don't know if it's flirty or not, but this is a tenant living here."
Lin Baici explained: "The shoes are of different sizes, there are at least three women living here!"
"NO, NO!"
The black guy shook his head: "Only two of them live here!"
"Go and see, there are only two sizes of shoes!"
The black guy smiled very confidently. He also had this kind of meticulous observation ability.
"Has it ever occurred to you that two of the women have the same shoe size?"
Lin Baici asked back.
"Uh……"
The black guy is stuck.
“There are several pairs of shoes of the same size that have different levels of wear!”
Lin Baici had sharp eyes and could see it clearly from a few meters away.
People have different foot shapes and walking postures, so the parts of their shoes that wear out are also different.
"That's not a good enough reason!"
The black guy is still being stubborn.
"Those two pairs of red high heels are exactly the same, but the degree of wear and tear is different, which is enough to prove that they belong to two different women!"
Gu Qingqiu was disgusted. Not only was he brainless, but he also insisted on arguing.
"Uh-huh!"
Xia Hongyao took notes carefully and asked humbly: "Are there any other ways to judge?"
Gu Qingqiu and Lin Baici looked at each other and did not answer.
But actually there is.
The different smells can also be used as a basis for identification.
"There are several pairs of old walking shoes on this shoe rack."
Lin Baici continued: "Generally speaking, the elderly don't go out to work, so most of them don't rent houses, so the people living here are most likely the first batch of homeowners to move in!"
"Makes sense!"
Sister Cowboy nodded, thinking that this boy was very smart.
Xia Hongyao couldn't help but smile and felt proud of it.
"Do you know how powerful this is? This is my trump card."
Gao Ponytail held a pen and wrote quickly in a small notebook.
"Any more?"
The black guy was not convinced.
"Actually, the simplest thing is, do you see the anti-slip mat in front of the door?"
Lin Baici gestured: "Can you compare?"
"FUCK!"
The black guy cursed in annoyance, not at Lin Baici, but at himself.
He understood.
Because the anti-slip mat in front of the old lady's house is the same as the one in front of the house that Gu Qingqiu asked about, it means that the two families probably bought them at the same time.
If not, then it was a gift from one party, which means the two families have a good relationship, so there is a high probability that they know each other's family situation.
For something as big as a disappearance, they would definitely know about it.
Hoffman looked at Lin Baici, then at Gu Qingqiu, and his expression turned a little ugly.
It is not scary if a person has high fighting ability, and it is not scary if he also has high IQ. What is scary is when these two are combined in one person.
Lin Baici's analysis just now was clear and logical, which was enough to show that his IQ was superior to others.
You have to know that Lin Baici is so young and he has definitely not received any special training, so his performance must be natural.
Hoffman suddenly felt a little regretful. He thought that this journey of revenge was a wrong one.
The group went downstairs and came to the roadside.
"Hey, Blackie!"
Gu Qingqiu greeted the black guy.
"WHAT?"
The name "Laohei" is a bit insulting, but the black guy just curled his lips and didn't show any anger.
The main reason is that he still wants to rely on these two to purify the pollution.
"Go get a car!"
Gu Qingqiu ordered the black man around.
"My name is Django!"
The black guy gave his name and then ran away cursing.
Xia Hongyao thought she would have to wait for a while, but who knew that in less than five minutes, he came back driving a brown Buick MPV.
"So fast?"
Xia Hongyao was shocked. What did this mean? Racial talent?
Sister Cowboy had a calm expression on her face, and it was obvious that she was used to this kind of thing.
Crunch!
The MPV stopped.
The windows are down.
"GO!GO!GO!"
Django urged everyone to get in the car.
……
The old lady's grandson attends Kwun Tong Primary School.
There weren't many cars at night, so Django arrived in 20 minutes. If he was familiar with the route, it would have been even faster.
The school gate was closed, but the lights in the security room were on.
"Old Black, go get some money!"
Gu Qingqiu ordered.
"I already told you my name is Django!"
Django went to get the money.
"I am coming too!"
The Korean woman felt that she should make some contribution, otherwise people might not take her with them.
Gu Qingqiu remained noncommittal.
Everyone has a space-type magical object with some gold in it for backup, but if you give this thing as a gift, you will probably be considered a psychopath.
After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, Jiang Ge came back and handed a stack of Hong Kong dollars to Gu Qingqiu: "More than 10,000 yuan, is that enough?"
Gu Qingqiu took the money and said casually, "Open the door!"
"I come!"
Sister Cowboy ran over, leaped over the gate, waited for a few seconds, and then opened the door from the inside.
Not a sound was made.
Gu Qingqiu went in, walked to the security room and pushed the door open.
There was a middle-aged man in his thirties with some baldness. He was the gatekeeper and security guard of the primary school.
He was concentrating on watching a horror movie. When he heard the door open, he was startled.
"Who are you?"
The security guard yelled and reached for the electric baton on the table.
Lin Baici frowned, rubbed his nose, glanced at the security guard's big feet in flip-flops, and then went to open the window.
The air in this room is not very good.
"Ask you something!"
Gu Qingqiu threw a thousand yuan on the table: "If the answer satisfies me, these are yours!"
The security guard glanced at the money and his anger subsided a lot: "Who knows what you are going to ask?"
"What does it take to be satisfied?"
Money makes the world go round. Gu Qingqiu spent some money and the security guards immediately became more friendly.
Gu Qingqiu didn't waste any words. He took out three photos and showed them to the security guard: "Do you know this child?"
"..."
The security guard remained silent. He didn't know the man, but if he said that, he probably wouldn't get the money.
"Do you know all the security guards who worked here before?"
Gu Qingqiu was not surprised. The security guard was in his thirties. He probably hadn't come to work here when the child disappeared. "Write down their address!"
The security guard didn't move.
"If you don't obey, not only will you not get the money, you will also lose your life!"
The Korean woman threatened.
"I write! I write!"
The security guard found a piece of paper and wrote down five names, followed by their home addresses. Two of them did not have phone numbers.
“Who has worked here the longest? The most seriously?”
Gu Qingqiu asked.
"Cao Yingrong!"
The security guard answered every question, mainly because the Korean woman was very aggressive, and a black man also came in. He looked tall and strong and quite scary.
Gu Qingqiu asked a few more questions, and when he was satisfied, he took out another thousand yuan and put it on the table.
Before leaving, she threatened the security guard: "Don't call these people. If you inform them, you will be in trouble!"
"Will not!"
After the security guard waited for these people to leave, he immediately picked up the money on the table and counted it carefully, then he remembered to check the gate.
……
Forty minutes later, Django drove the car to an old residential area.
"Do you have to follow us?"
Xia Hongyao was disgusted. It would have been fine if Hoffman had followed her secretly, but he actually parked his car next to her without any concealment.
After hearing Lin Baici's reasoning, Hoffman knew that he would definitely not be able to find the missing child faster than these two.
Then you can only follow.
Hoffman did not quibble, at least he still had the demeanor of a big boss.
Cao Yingrong lives on the seventeenth floor.
The stairs were quite narrow and cluttered with junk, and the elevator made a creaking sound as it went up, which made people very nervous.
After getting out of the elevator and finding Room 1702, Jiang Ge knocked on the door without paying attention to Qingqiu's instructions.
"What's the matter with you?"
An old man's voice came from inside the door. After looking at these people through the peephole, he cautiously did not open the door.
"We want to inquire about a missing persons case!"
Gu Qingqiu asked: "More than 20 years ago, a child named 'Xiaotang' disappeared. Do you remember?"
"Remember!"
Two children went missing from Kwun Tong Primary School when Cao Yingrong was a security guard. Of course he remembered it very clearly.
"Can you open the door and talk?"
Gu Qingqiu said softly: "Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain!"
Cao Yingrong hesitated for a moment, probably knowing that he couldn't escape, so he opened the door and invited everyone in.
Looking at the furnishings and hearing the voices of several people in the bedroom, Xia Hongyao concluded that this family was living in financial difficulty.
Gu Qingqiu used money to clear the way and directly took out 10,000 yuan and put it on the table: "Can you tell me about the child's situation?"
"It has nothing to do with our school. The child was lost in a wet market in Kwun Tong after school in the afternoon!"
Cao Yingrong recalled the past: "His grandmother would come to the school every now and then to make trouble, saying that she wanted to pick up her grandson. She has become a mental patient!"
"Hey!"
Cao Yingrong sighed: "The school also compensated their family some money!"
After asking a few irrelevant questions, Gu Qingqiu asked again: "Do you know who knows more about this case?"
"It should be a policeman named Cai Yonghao. He came to the school to investigate several times!"
Cao Yingrong looked at these people suspiciously. There were both men and women, and several foreigners of different nationalities. This made him unable to figure out where these people came from.
Gu Qingqiu asked some more questions, and after making sure that nothing was missed, he left a stack of money and said goodbye.
Jiang Ge knew the next destination without Gu Qingqiu telling him.
He drove everyone straight to the Kwun Tong Police Station to investigate the information about Cai Yonghao.
……
Cai Yonghao retired three years ago.
We went to his house again.
Cai Yonghao was a little surprised when he heard the purpose of everyone's visit: "It's been 27 years since this missing case happened. There was no surveillance at that time. Even if there were clues at that time, you can't find them now!"
Time will destroy everything.
"Maybe the child is already dead!"
Cai Yonghao sighed: "I used to want to solve every case, but as I gained more work experience, I am no longer so naive."
"There are some things that can't be helped, you know?"
Cai Yonghao has a decadent feeling of resignation.
"The child disappeared in the market?"
Gu Qingqiu asked.
"Most likely!"
Cai Yonghao poured tea for everyone.
"Have you asked the stall owners about the situation?"
"Of course, this is a fixed procedure!"
Cai Yonghao answered every question: "But no one knows!"
"There are probably a lot of children coming to the market every day. Who would pay attention to a stranger?"
Xia Hongyao felt that the difficulty of this task might be marked incorrectly. It should not be easy, but at least three stars.
If it happened in modern times, with surveillance cameras everywhere on the streets, it wouldn't be so troublesome.
"Can you get those files out? I want to see them!"
Gu Qingqiu continued to spend money: "Of course, I won't let you work in vain!"
"no problem!"
Cai Yonghao agreed readily.
The missing file of a little child is not a big secret and can be obtained with the help of one's own connections.
Moreover, Cai Yonghao was in charge of this case and he wrote most of the files. If it weren't for the long time, he would have forgotten some details and he could even repeat them to Gu Qingqiu.
……
The next day at noon, everyone waited for Cai Yonghao in a cafe.
As soon as Cai Yonghao sat down, he took out a file bag from his bag and handed it to Gu Qingqiu.
Swish!
A hand reached out from the side and grabbed the file bag.
It's Hoffman!
This guy is like a ghost, appearing without anyone noticing.
"What the heck!"
Cai Yonghao was shocked.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Baici grabbed Hoffman's hand.
"I'll take a look first!"
Hoffman looked grim.
"no!"
Lin Baici refused.
"You want to eat shit?"
Xia Hongyao rolled up her sleeves and said, "Slave Master, I have tolerated you for a long time!"
The slave owner glanced at Lin Baici and the other two and said in a calm tone: "You three, come together!"
These words were really arrogant and made Xia Hongyao angry.
"Did you find it useful?"
Gu Qingqiu's six words made Hoffman, who had originally had a cold and arrogant look on his face, twitch his brows a few times, and then he let go of the file bag.
indeed,
It would be embarrassing if I didn't see the key point and still had to rely on them.
FUCK!
After I kill that ghost ship god, I have to kill all these people. Otherwise, if these things get out, I will lose face.
Hoffman took the next seat.
Gu Qingqiu opened the file bag, took half for himself, and gave the remaining half to Lin Baici.
Here are some of the statements from the stall owners in that vegetable market.
Gu Qingqiu flipped through the pages one by one.
"You can't take these things away!"
Cai Yonghao reminded.
Lin Bai went to the bathroom and when he came back he had a camera in his hand and he started taking pictures of the files.
"You still have this kind of good stuff?"
Sister Cowboy was surprised.
Any electronic device cannot be used in Shenxu. Lin Baici's camera is obviously something that the gods hate.
"You kid, your family is very wealthy!"
Django envied.
This was what Lin Baici asked Hua Yueyu for before he came in, in case of emergency. He didn't expect to actually use it.
There were a lot of files, and it took three hours for Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu to finish reading them carefully.
"Let's go to the market!"
Gu Qingqiu paid the bill and left.
"FUCK!"
Hoffman originally wanted to read the file, but then he heard these words.
Seeing Lin Baici and his group leaving, Hoffman wanted to take the file and read it on the way.
"You'd better not rob it, or don't follow us!"
Gu Qingqiu warned.
"Fuck you!"
Hoffman cursed, dropped the file, and followed the others.
Now that the truth had been laid bare, Hoffman was too lazy to drive himself and simply got into the MPV.