After all, Mo Zhiwen has been working hard for half a year with his people, and there is no credit but hard work. Wang Yaozu must still appease them. Among all the front-line police officers, he must not lose his persona of "liking to speak out for justice".
"If there are no other questions, let's talk about this case." Wang Yaozu brought the topic back.
Mo Zhiwen winked at a police officer next to him. The young police officer stood up and said, "Hello, Sir Wang, my name is Chen Zhibin. Let me tell you some of the information we currently have."
Chen Zhibin nodded to everyone and walked to the front desk. The lights in the room were turned off, and the slideshow was played. Photos of the previous crimes committed by the Ghost King Party were shown.
"The Ghost King Party got its name because they wear this kind of Ghost King mask every time they appear. I don't know who the specific members are, and I don't know if they are the same group of people. The only clear thing is that the leader is named Han Jiang, who was once a
Riot police." Chen Zhibin introduced while flipping through the slides: "At present, the Ghost King Gang has committed four consecutive crimes, causing a total of more than 30 casualties. It is currently the largest and most arrogant group of gangsters in Hong Kong Island."
"Is there sufficient evidence to accuse Han Jiang?" Li Ying asked when Wang Yaozu didn't speak.
"It's not enough. We also learned from other sources that he once sold a batch of stolen goods on the black market, so we locked him."
"Then why were no arrests made?"
"I couldn't find where the person was hiding. The only time I got a tip was that he ran away."
"Have you searched for these people through other channels?"
"Yes, we have been watching the black market for a long time, but there is no news. They are very careful when shipping. They found a few at once and shipped them at the same time. By the time we received the news, it was already too late."
"In addition, we have also searched in the arms market, and the information we can get is that Han Jiang came forward to buy the goods, but it is of no use. We still can't find anyone." Chen Zhibin looked a little frustrated.
"Have you checked this thing?" Wang Yaozu suddenly said after fiddling with a picture of a ghost king mask in his hand.
"I've looked for it." This time it was Mo Zhiwen who explained: "There is no such mask for sale on Hong Kong Island. According to the information we heard, this kind of mask belongs to the Ghost King..."
At this point, Mo Zhiwen paused and rephrased his words and said: "This kind of thing basically only appears in ghost festivals, funerals of the dead, etc. Living people wear this to symbolize death."
"If you don't buy it, then you can only make it yourself." Wang Yaozu muttered, "Let's do this first. I'll find someone to ask who made this thing in Hong Kong Island."
With that said, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.
"I heard from Sir Zhuo that they were robbing diamonds this time, which are of astonishing value. Is it possible to find clues from the jeweler?"
"Yes, but it's basically impossible. This kind of thing is a niche product. Basically, the buyer has been found before the robbery, and it will not enter the black market at all." Wang Yaozu shook his head and continued: "And the eight who were robbed
Everyone was beaten to death on the spot. There must be an insider leaking the information in the channel for transporting this batch of black goods. The crime was committed internally. The scope is too small and the information will not be leaked at all."
"Then there's nothing we can do?!" Mo Zhiwen muttered in frustration.
"How is that possible?" Wang Yaozu laughed and said, "Nothing in this world is absolutely confidential. As long as people still live in this society, they will definitely leave their own traces."
"Oh, what can Brother Yao do?" Everyone in Mo Zhiwen's group looked at Wang Yaozu.
"We still have to work hard on this mask." Wang Yaozu sneered, "They think they can make it without leaving traces without buying it on the market. Don't they know that the more they do this, the more obvious personal traces they will leave."
"The smaller the circle, the easier it is to be caught." Wang Yaozu raised his hand and looked at his watch, then turned to Li Ying beside him and said: "Go downstairs to pick me up, I guess he will be there soon."
Li Ying nodded and immediately went downstairs.
Not long after, Li Ying pushed the door open again and was followed by a man with a square face. Everyone present recognized the person at a glance. It was Lam Ching-ying, a well-known actor in Hong Kong Island who is famous for his zombie movies.
"Brother Yao, ladies and gentlemen." As soon as he came in, Lin Zhengying greeted everyone.
"Come on, Aying, come over and take a look at this thing." Wang Yaozu greeted him. He asked Hong Jinbao to call him over. Because he was filming a ghost movie, this guy was the most familiar with such things that could be used as props.
It's understanding.
"Okay Brother Yao." Lin Zhengying quickly came over and took the photo to compare with the pictures on the slide.
"Can you tell who made this thing?" Wang Yaozu asked after a while.
"Not many people can do this, but there are definitely a lot of them." Lin Zhengying thought for a while and said: "Our crew can do it, and it's not a work of art. Many makeup artists can do it, but they're just copying the gourd.
, it’s not difficult, it’s just that this kind of ghost king portrait has its own set of rules.”
"Brother Yao, look here, here, here." Lin Zhengying pointed to several places on the regiment. No one saw any problems, but Lin Zhengying said: "It can be seen from the techniques in these places that they are definitely for funerals.
A helpful gesture.”
"What's the difference?" Wang Yaozu asked.
"It's different. If it's used by the crew, it's for the living. They wouldn't paint it like this. Only the dead can paint this pattern." Lin Zhengying said with certainty.
Chen Zhibin's brows twitched a few times and he quickly lowered his head.
"If I remember correctly..." Wang Yaozu quickly flipped through the pile of files that Mo Zhiwen and the others had obtained, pulled out two files from the middle and shook them in his hands, "These two guys were beaten to death the last time they committed a crime, right?
?”
Mo Zhiwen nodded and said: "It was our people who injured him, and then he was beaten to death and silenced by that group of people themselves. However, those guys were really cruel. They even beat the person's face and hands to pieces, leaving them completely dead."
The only way to find out who he is is through his face, fingerprints, etc. The clues are completely gone."
"Ha, when I was talking about how bloody the photo was, I thought it was you who shot me." Wang Yaozu laughed, "But it doesn't matter. You are a bunch of scum who don't understand anything. How old are you? They thought they could hide it.
Come down."
Mo Zhiwen and the others looked at each other in complete confusion.
Seeing everyone's confusion, Wang Yaozu explained, "Today's computer technology has many high-end technologies in movies that can be used in solving crimes. As long as the body remains intact, a person's appearance can be restored through body scanning and facial skeletal muscles.
.”
"Ah?" Everyone looked confused. Is there such a technology?
Wang Yaozu smiled and nodded, "There happens to be a company in Hong Kong that has this technology, and unfortunately, it's under my name."
"Our police force can do it too!" Mo Zhiwen stood up with excitement on his face. If so, it would be much easier to solve the case in the future.
"Don't even think about the police force." Wang Yaozu shook his head, "It's too expensive to afford. It costs at least millions for one visit. This doesn't include the cost of maintaining technical personnel and regular updates of equipment. How much does it cost in a year?
The minimum expenditure is 20 million."
"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other, what the hell... isn't this just a joke?
Sure enough, money is everything.
It's not that many cases cannot be solved, but that they cannot be solved due to financial constraints. The police's money does not come from strong winds. The police only have so many resources, so they can only focus on a part of the cases.
Reality is not a movie, and the police also spend money to solve crimes.