Curacao looked at the unclear and slightly shaking scene on the screen and sighed quietly.
Destroying the surveillance system was satisfying for a while, but the consequence was that we were unable to grasp first-hand information on the scene, so we had to do the next best thing and watch the live broadcasts sent by reporters.
But fortunately, with the occurrence of crimes, more and more reporters are rushing to the scene. When there are more people, they will cover anything, and the quality of the papers will be higher.
Curacao changed several web pages, and finally found the one that was relatively decent, and stopped to read it.
"It's all that idiot Vodka's fault. He didn't even notice that he was being targeted." Curacao muttered, "As a result, I can only see this boring scene."
As he was talking, he suddenly saw a police officer pressing down a middle-aged man walking out of the practice field deep in the corridor.
The man had smooth hair parted in the middle, glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were straight, with a hint of despair.
When the reporters who had been waiting for a long time saw this, they immediately became energetic and started snapping pictures.
Curacao sat up in surprise: "Why is it him?!"
To reporters, this is a complete stranger.
But Curaçao had watched the first half of the game and distinguished the three suspects very clearly. Among them, Section Chief Yasui, who had obvious flaws, was placed under suspicion by Curaçao because he was too suspicious.
The last one on the list.
"It's really a counter-routine of counter-counter-routine..."
Numerous thoughts flashed through Curaçao's mind, but he could only accept the result and prepare to refresh his anti-crow notes and existing impressions with a headache.
But just as she was finishing her thoughts, there was a commotion in the training ground. The two police officers who were escorting the people turned around and listened. They didn't know what they heard. They quickly took Section Chief Yasui back, and the three of them
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the sight of outsiders.
Reporters: "?"
Curacao: “???”
What's going on? What happened?
...let me see inside!
Looking at the mysterious training ground through the camera and the reporters blocked in the corridor by the police cordon, Curaçao let out an angrily lament: What is the cordon? Break through! You don’t even have this awareness.
What reporter!
…
half a minute ago.
It's been a long time since the Mumu Police Department encountered such a smooth case, and I felt refreshed and high-spirited when the case was solved.
Although he always felt that something was missing during the journey, the busy work made him tired of thinking, so he waved his hand and decided to take the person back to the Metropolitan Police Department for further questioning.
But who would have expected that just a few seconds after he was taken away, Jiang Xia came back from the pasture and said, "I probably know who the cunning murderer is."
The Mumu Police Department was startled, hearing the word "cunning", and suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.
He tentatively pointed to the door: "Isn't that Section Chief Yasui?"
Jiang Xia politely said: "Do you think he is suitable for this kind of evaluation?"
Mumu Police Department: "..."
Mumu Police Department turned around and ran towards the door, almost running at a speed of eighty miles: "Come back! Come back!"
…
After a harmless commotion, the three suspects reunited at the scene.