"No matter how inefficient it is, it's better than having no clue." Tian Hao said helplessly.
Hu Yingshao and Tao Jun were temporarily locked up in the interrogation room, Wang Youcai ran away, and Jiang Kaiji and others went to the club to arrest them.
The police seemed to have a lot of momentum here, as if the overall situation was decided.
But in fact they are very passive.
Because the police couldn't produce any evidence of Hu Yingshao's crime, they didn't even have a clue.
No one knows where Hu Yingshao kept the kidnapped victims or where he raped them.
Including those victims who were sent to Wang Youcai Club, it is very likely that they did not know.
Given Hu Yingshao's level of caution, since he is willing to let people go, it means that those victims know absolutely nothing.
The most difficult part of investigating a case is to find the right direction, determine where to start, and then slowly move forward along this line.
But Hu Yingshao didn't leave any clues, and the fake Wang Sheng, who might have known about the place of detention, has also been silenced.
The only clues left are the victims in the club and Jin Pingan's traceback.
Jiang Kaiji was there at the club to check it out.
What Tian Hao has to do is to find a new way out of the case through Jin Ping'an's retrieval.
"Anyway, we have reached a dead end. Your number of backtrackings is limited. You shouldn't waste it on the decorations in the house. It won't be too late to find items related to the case and use them.
What we need now is not specific evidence, but clues. Only with clues can we continue the investigation and find the key evidence. At that time, we can use your backtracking to have the final say."
What Tian Hao said makes sense. The number of backtracking is limited. Instead of betting on catching big fish in each clip, it is better to cast the net first and see if there are any fish in the pond.
"Okay, I'll try, but I can't stay in the consciousness space for too long. I probably have to come out every few minutes."
After Jin Pingan entered that consciousness space, the time he could stay was very limited, but many backtrackings also allowed him to find some small bugs.
For example, if he does not enter a specific period of history and just floats in space, the headache time will be much shorter, or even less than one-third of the time it takes to enter a specific period of history.
Correspondingly, the residence time will also be very short, only half of the residence time in a specific period of history.
If Jin Pingan has been floating in the consciousness space and does not invest his consciousness in a certain period of history within three minutes, he will be kicked out forcibly.
But when two minutes and fifty seconds count, if you dive into a certain period of history, the stranded CD will be refreshed and the cost will not be doubled.
Jin Pingan usually gets stuck in bugs like this to extend the backtracking time.
There is one more thing.
Although if you don't enter a certain period of history, the number of retracements will increase and the headache time will be shortened, the short-term complications will be very painful.
It felt like forcibly waking up a person who stayed up late, pouring a bottle of emetic medicine, then putting his head in an iron bucket and hitting it hard with a hammer.
Therefore, Jin Ping'an would rather enter the specific history every time he backtracks, and go to the hospital for three or four days after exceeding the limit, rather than experience the torture of increasing the number of backtrackings.
Everything must be based on reality. What is needed this time is not quality but quantity. It is not necessary to find conclusive evidence, but only a clue that can make progress in the case.
So even though he resisted, Jin Ping'an still chose to accept Tian Hao's proposal.
His expression looked like he had eaten shit-flavored chocolate, and his mouth and nose were twisted into a ball.
"Let's start with the shoes. I don't believe that when he goes somewhere, he even has to change his shoes in advance."
Jin Ping'an fiercely picked up Hu Yingshao's cloth shoes.
five minutes.
The earth-shattering sound of vomiting came from the community.
After that, it came every two to thirty minutes, and the sound of vomiting continued until about 11 o'clock at noon.
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"You really don't need to go to the hospital...vomiting is just affected by the brain..."
Jin Ping'an lay in the back seat of the car, covering his abdomen like a shrimp.
"It's better to check it out. Even if nothing happens, going to the hospital to prescribe some gastrointestinal medicine can relieve your pain."
Tian Hao ignored Jin Pingan's dissuasion and insisted on going to the hospital.
"I told you it was just temporary vomiting... Didn't you see that I only vomited for two minutes after retracing... That's because my consciousness was suddenly kicked out and I haven't recovered yet... No need to take medicine..."
Jin Pingan wanted to sit up straight, but a severe cramp-like pain came from his abdomen, forcing him to lie down again.
This is not a sequelae, it is simply that he vomited too many times and used too much force when vomiting, which caused abdominal intestinal spasm.
The two stopped at a red light intersection. Taking advantage of this moment, Jin Pingan slowly straightened up from the back seat.
"Hey, Lao Tian, that person waiting for the bus on the side of the road...is he the high prosecutor?"
Jin Pingan pointed to the restaurant not far away and said.
"You are mistaken. I am a prosecutor, and I have a special car to pick me up when I travel. Even if they don't want a driver, the superiors will provide them with a car. How can they take a taxi?"
While Tian Hao was explaining the prosecutor's level to Jin Pingan, he looked up at the red light and glanced in the direction Jin Pingan was pointing: "The prosecutor's power is much greater than you think. For example, in our Garden District
District Chief, just one sentence can..."
As he spoke, Tian Hao's mouth stopped moving.
Because Gao Bin was really waiting for the bus on the roadside in front.
"It should just look more like... right?"
Looking at the yawning Gao Bin in front of him, Tian Hao wondered if he had recognized the wrong person.
Because the man in front of him, who was yawning, had a lazy expression, had a loose tie, and was leaning on the railing carelessly, was completely different from the high prosecutor he had seen.
Tian Hao slowly moved the car over. After all, the other party had helped them a lot. It would be too rude to just pretend that he didn't see him and just drive past.
Gao Bin opened his sleepy eyes slightly, glanced at the license plate number, and realized that he was not the one who ordered the taxi, so he closed his eyes again and took a nap.
When Tian Hao saw this, he hesitated for two or three seconds, and finally he bit the bullet and shouted: "Are the high inspection officers waiting for the bus?"
Silent embarrassment spread between the person and the car.
After about ten seconds, Gao Bin opened his eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tian Hao suddenly felt that the high-ranking prosecutor in front of him seemed to be a different person, and his whole person exuded an aura of "don't let the living be in the dead."
"Tian Hao?" Gao Bin called.
Tian Hao laughed dryly: "Haha... Seeing that you didn't answer for a long time, I thought I had admitted the wrong person."
"Are you standing here waiting for the bus?"
Gao Bin pondered for a while and then uttered one word from his mouth: "...Yes."
"I happen to have to go back to the detachment, why don't I see you off?" Tian Hao asked tentatively.
"Can."
Gao Bin nodded and opened the passenger door without hesitation.
He and Xia Qiyuan were assigned cars from above, so they could only reimburse the gas expenses, but not the car fare.
"Hello, Gao Jian."
Jin Pingan, who was sitting in the back row, bravely said hello.
Facing Jin Ping'an's greetings, Gao Bin nodded in response, showing his leadership style.
However, he was panicking deep down in his heart.
‘They didn’t see me yawning just now, right? Damn it, how could I meet someone from the criminal police team in the middle of the day?’
Tian Hao started the car: "Well, Gao Qiang, Jin Ping'an has a minor health problem. If you are not busy for the time being, can you go to the hospital with us to get some medicine?
I can just take this time to tell you about the information we have compiled from yesterday to now."
"Go to the hospital first, your health is urgent."
Gao Bin glanced at the small evidence box next to Jin Pingan, maintained his aloof elite persona and asked, "Did you just come back from collecting evidence?"
"Yes, Hu Yingshao took the initiative to come to the detachment to surrender this morning. We just came back from his house."
Tian Hao didn't know whether the detachment had notified Gao Bin of this information, so he repeated the interrogation process.
By the way, he also gave a complete account of the information compiled from yesterday to now, including his own speculation on the case.
After finishing speaking, although Tian Hao's eyes were on the road ahead, his ears were waiting for Gao Bin's comments.
He wanted to see what this high-ranking prosecutor who exposed Tao Jun's lies in a few words thought of him.
After waiting for almost a minute or two, Gao Bin finally said: "...It's pretty good."
Tian Hao breathed a sigh of relief. If the leader says that you are doing a good job, it means that you are doing a very good job.
If they do it normally, they will just say yes and do it perfunctorily.
You ask what the leader’s attitude is if he can’t do his job well?
Have you never been scolded by your leader?
While Tian Hao breathed a sigh of relief, Gao Bin's heart was filled with resentment.
'Can you please come over and discuss the case with me when I just wake up?'
'You open your mouth and speak so fast, who knows what you are talking about!'
After Tian Hao finished talking about the case, the car fell into silence again.
He decided to chat about daily life to avoid the atmosphere in the car becoming too awkward.
This senior prosecutor doesn't like to talk much, and Jin Ping'an is a young boy who doesn't know how to talk.
Therefore, Tian Hao can only do the job of creating the atmosphere.
"Speaking of the high inspection, were you standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus? Where is your car?"
"...My colleague had to go to Nevada City for something important, so he drove away."
It was okay not to mention this matter, but once it was raised, Bin felt even more depressed.
Xia Qiyuan drove away without saying a word in the middle of the night, and waited until he got to Naihua before telling him.
In the past two days, he either relied on Liu Yuan to pick him up or took a taxi.
However, Qianhua Market is a tourist city, and taxis are extremely expensive. Even locals cannot apply for a discount card. The cost of one ride is enough for a meal.
Tian Hao seemed to be aware of Gao Bin's resentment and wisely did not delve into this issue.
He immediately changed the subject: "Gao Jian, did you just finish your lunch? You ate so early."
As soon as Gao Bin got in the car, Tian Hao smelled the smell of rice bowl.
"……yes."
Gao Bin had a sullen face and turned his head away to look out the window in embarrassment. He had just gotten up less than an hour ago.
Strictly speaking...this is his breakfast.
He stopped talking again. This high prosecutor seems to like silence?
Tian Hao, who had hit a wall one after another, did not dare to speak easily again.
Along the way, Tian Hao was worried about making others unhappy, and Gao Bin was worried that his personality would collapse, so neither of them said a word.
Only Jin Pingan was holding his stomach and grinning behind him.
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The hospital will arrive soon.
Gao Bin gave a subtle hint that he would stay in the car.
Tian Hao wisely left the car keys in the car, and then helped Jin Pingan walk towards the main entrance of the hospital.
Jin Pingan is a frequent visitor to this hospital. Due to the sequelae of his abilities, he is quite famous in the hospital.
Most doctors have heard about what he calls "family hereditary diseases", and they don't care as to where an orphan has a family hereditary disease.
As for the gossip among doctors, who cares whether it is true or false.
"Isn't this peace?"
While Tian Hao was going through the procedures for Jin Pingan, a doctor in a white coat took the initiative to talk to Jin Pingan.
Jin Ping'an hunched over and uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Doctor Fang...are you off work?"
The person who spoke to Jin Ping'an was Fang Donghai, the director of the hospital's Department of Surgery and a well-known surgeon in Qianhua City.
I have performed nearly 4,000 surgeries since I started my career, and there has been no failure case.
A person that all the hospitals in Qianhua City want to win over.
Fang Donghai did not leave in a hurry but sat down next to Jin Pingan: "Don't you have a headache this time?"
"No, something happened." Jin Pingan said slowly.
"Did you... take vomiting medicine? Did you vomit like this?"
When Jin Pingan opened his mouth, Fang Donghai understood everything. After all, the smell of stomach acid was still very obvious.
"I'm carsick, I'm carsick."
Jin Ping'an laughed awkwardly.
While the two were chatting, two men dressed as farm workers were observing Jin Pingan on their mobile phones.
"It's him, right?"
"That's right."
The scar-faced man holding the mobile phone nodded.
"Prepare bombs." Another accomplice called out with his cell phone.
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Tian Hao ran over with the list, and the chat between the two turned into a chat among three people.
However, Tian Hao was worried that Gao Bin in the car would be impatient with waiting, so he implicitly hinted that he and others still had something to do.
Fang Donghai raised his hand to look at his watch very knowingly, and stood up to say goodbye: "I have an operation this afternoon, so I won't chat with you."
"Isn't this peace?"
While Tian Hao was going through the procedures for Jin Pingan, a doctor in a white coat took the initiative to talk to Jin Pingan.
Jin Ping'an hunched over and uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Doctor Fang...are you off work?"
The person who spoke to Jin Ping'an was Fang Donghai, the director of the hospital's Department of Surgery and a well-known surgeon in Qianhua City.
I have performed nearly 4,000 surgeries since I started my career, and there has been no failure case.
A person that all the hospitals in Qianhua City want to win over.
Fang Donghai did not leave in a hurry but sat down next to Jin Pingan: "Don't you have a headache this time?"
"No, something happened." Jin Pingan said slowly.
"Did you... take vomiting medicine? Did you vomit like this?"
When Jin Pingan opened his mouth, Fang Donghai understood everything. After all, the smell of stomach acid was still very obvious.
"I'm carsick, I'm carsick."
Jin Ping'an laughed awkwardly.
While the two were chatting, two men dressed as farm workers were observing Jin Pingan on their mobile phones.
"It's him, right?"
"That's right."
The scar-faced man holding the mobile phone nodded.
"Prepare bombs." Another accomplice called out with his cell phone.
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Tian Hao ran over with the list, and the chat between the two turned into a chat among three people.
However, Tian Hao was worried that Gao Bin in the car would be impatient with waiting, so he implicitly hinted that he and others still had something to do.
Fang Donghai raised his hand to look at his watch very knowingly, and stood up to say goodbye: "I have an operation this afternoon, so I won't chat with you."