"Detective Han, I've found the killer in the surveillance footage!"
Upon hearing these words, Han Fei's eyes immediately lit up.
Originally, after searching the surveillance footage for so long without results, Han Fei had almost given up hope of finding any trace of the killer in the videos. He had even started preparing to investigate the victim's social connections to try to identify the perpetrator.
But unexpectedly, good news arrived in an instant.
Wang Dachuan had actually spotted the suspicious janitor in the surveillance footage!
The two quickly walked over to Wang Dachuan's side.
"Look, it's this man!" Wang Dachuan excitedly pointed at a man in the surveillance video that was playing.
The man he was pointing to wasn't wearing a janitor's uniform. Instead, he was dressed in a tracksuit.
This was completely different from the janitor's outfit they had seen in the TV station building's surveillance footage.
At first glance, no one would connect this man in a tracksuit with the janitor who had appeared earlier in the TV station.
Han Fei gave Wang Dachuan a puzzled look.
The latter immediately explained.
"We couldn't find him after searching the footage for so long, probably because he avoided the cameras when changing out of the janitor's uniform. We were also fixated on looking for someone in janitor's clothes in the surveillance videos, so we overlooked some clues. I specifically went back to look at the footage from the TV station, analyzed the killer's gait and overall physique, then reviewed the surveillance videos again. Finally, I found this man. Let me show you a clip to compare, and you'll see..."
Saying this, Wang Dachuan pulled up another piece of surveillance footage from the TV station.
He placed the two videos side by side for comparison, circling the persons of interest in both clips.
Although the two circled individuals in the surveillance videos were dressed differently - one in a janitor's uniform and the other in a tracksuit - upon closer inspection, it became clear that the people highlighted in the two videos had identical physiques and walking gaits.
While there might be many people with similar body types, the chances of them also having the same walking style were slim.
This was clearly the same person wearing different clothes!
"It's definitely the same person," Xu Mo glanced at Han Fei beside him. "He probably wore the janitor's uniform over his tracksuit, then after committing the crime and leaving the TV station, he found a blind spot in the surveillance and took off the outer layer of janitor's clothes."
Han Fei nodded, he had come to the same conclusion.
"No wonder we couldn't find this person in the surveillance footage before. We were focused on looking for someone in janitor's clothes, it would have been a miracle to find him," Han Fei patted Wang Dachuan's shoulder. "Well done!"
Praised by Han Fei, Wang Dachuan scratched his head and immediately returned the compliment.
"Hehe... It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, Detective Han."
"Stop with the flattery. Now that we've confirmed the killer's trail, shouldn't you quickly take a few people to follow the lead and make an arrest?" Han Fei put on a stern face and lightly tapped the back of Wang Dachuan's head.
Although he spoke as if he strongly disliked such flattery, in reality... Han Fei felt quite pleased being complimented.
After all, who could resist being flattered?
Even knowing that the other person was just saying what you want to hear, sucking up to you, it still feels good to hear such words!
Especially since Wang Dachuan had praised Han Fei in front of Xu Mo.
Subtly implying that Han Fei was a great mentor.
Han Fei felt like he had scored some points in front of Xu Mo!
Wang Dachuan, who had just been tapped by Han Fei, grinned and said,
"Right away, I'll gather a few colleagues and go make the arrest!"
It's worth noting that earlier at the TV station, the killer had been wearing a mask and keeping his head down, so the surveillance cameras hadn't captured his face clearly.
But after taking off the janitor's uniform, the killer made no attempt to hide his face, perhaps thinking the police would never find him after he had avoided the cameras and changed clothes.
So his face was captured by the surveillance cameras.
With facial features to go on, identifying him became much easier, and there was no need to keep scrutinizing surveillance footage.
They could simply use Skynet, which would track him precisely wherever he went, as long as he passed by any place with surveillance cameras.
Wang Dachuan had indeed used Skynet to directly locate the killer's position.
From Skynet, they learned that the man had already returned home.
After obtaining the killer's location, Wang Dachuan called on a colleague from his team who he often worked with on missions, as well as Xu Mo. The three of them set out together to make the arrest.
...
Half an hour later.
Garden community.
The police car stopped at the entrance of the community, and the three men got out and walked in.
Building 4, Apartment 1302.
"Knock knock knock." A forceful knocking sound rang out.
The man inside looked through the peephole.
Three strangers were standing outside the door.
Police officers can choose to wear either their uniform or plain clothes while on duty.
Xu Mo and the other two officers participating in this operation were all in plain clothes, so even through the peephole, the killer couldn't tell that the three people standing outside were police officers.
Instead, he assumed they were community workers coming to register some information, or some other kind of visitors.
In any case, he didn't consider the possibility that the three people standing outside his door might be police officers.
He casually opened the door.
"Who are you?"
"Police." Wang Dachuan took out his police badge. "You're Sun Jian, right? We're here to ask you a few questions."
The moment Wang Dachuan showed his police badge, a flash of panic crossed Sun Jian's face, but it quickly disappeared, leaving him looking exceptionally calm and composed.
However, that fleeting expression was caught by Xu Mo.
Xu Mo could almost certainly conclude that this Sun Jian must be involved!
It wasn't because of that momentary panic on Sun Jian's face.
In fact, it's normal to feel panicked and scared when police officers show up at your door saying they want to ask some questions. After all, who wouldn't be nervous when faced with police?
Ordinary people, even those who haven't committed any major crimes, would instinctively feel anxious when encountering police officers.
But to panic and then immediately regain composure - that was highly unusual.
This was clearly an attempt to conceal his panicked emotions!
Xu Mo narrowed his eyes as he sized up this Sun Jian.
He wore glasses, had short hair, and looked clean-cut, giving off a sense of a cultured villain. He was about 1.83 meters tall.
He had opened the door with his left hand, which was still on the doorknob - most likely left-handed.
1.83 meters tall, left-handed - both these points matched the forensic analyst's earlier deductions.
Realizing Xu Mo was looking at him, Sun Jian glanced back at Xu Mo.
Then he smiled and looked at Wang Dachuan.
"Officers, what information do you need from me? I'll cooperate fully."
"It's not convenient to talk here. Please come with us to the police station," Wang Dachuan said, putting away his badge.
"Alright, let me change my shoes."
Saying this, Sun Jian turned to the shoe cabinet by the door, took off his slippers, and put on a new pair of sneakers.
Xu Mo was all too familiar with these shoes.
Weren't these the same type worn by the janitor in the TV station surveillance footage?
They had indeed found the right person.
That janitor was, without a doubt, Sun Jian!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”