h4Chapter 1375: Chapter 1299: Four-Pronged Attack/h4

    Garbage dump.

    Shen Yaowei and Ni Cha took off their dirty, sticky thread gloves, then removed the slick, hottex gloves underneath, grabbing a bottle of ice-cold c and drinking it down.

    "Ah,fortable!" Shen Yaowei belched loudly and said in English, "C, so-good!"

    "Haha, refreshing!" Ni Chaughed heartily. Despite being a high-ranking officer,ing to the dump to sift through trash himself was unnecessary and unpleasant, but it was his own choice!

    Under Ni Cha’s leadership, hundreds of Dama officers also threw themselves into the garbage dump search without hesitation.

    "Change the team!" Ni Cha wiped his sweat, feeling nauseated by the stench while empathetically calling down the previous batch of officers.

    Soon, the break room was engulfed by an even stronger odor.

    Ni Cha’s nose had adapted, and he casually washed his hands and started distributing ice-cold c to everyone.

    The group cheerfully thanked him, while Ni Cha responded with cheerful banter.

    Shen Yaowei couldn’t understand My, but he could sense their atmosphere and silently learned from Ni Cha’s approach.

    Sifting through the garbage dump is a task Shen Yaowei often encounters. In his view, he’s assigned these jobs repeatedly because he’s detail-oriented, reliable for Jiang Yuan, and doesn’tin about hardships, earning him these opportunities. However, he frequently notices that colleagues simrly assigned to such projects tend toin, losing the rare chance due to their inability to maintain caution and meticulousness consistently.

    Watching Ni Cha in action, Shen Yaowei felt he had learned a lot, not only Ni Cha’s frequent team rotations, but especially his proactive approach, setting an example himself. What’s important is Ni Cha’s demeanor and presence, his optimistic yet rigorous vibe that’s truly inspiring for others to work.

    Shen Yaowei felt that once he grasped this trick, next time Jiang Yuan assigns him to sift through the garbage dump, he might astound everyone amid the foul smell.

    "Let’s go." Ni Cha drank half a bottle of c, resisting finishing it, and started re-equipping.

    Shen Yaowei responded, and bent down to pack the trash used earlier into a bag, sealing andbeling it.

    Their current goal is to locate items like the shoe covers or gloves used by the killer. ording to Liu Jinghui’s analysis, since the killer used shoe covers for the murder, it’s likely they discarded them upon leaving the scene, as wearing shoe covers would attract attention and leave asting impression. However, there were no relevant reports in the search for eyewitnesses, which supports this.

    The only question is whether the killer was cautious enough not to discard the shoe covers, instead carrying them away.

    Or perhaps it’s the sheer volume of garbage at the dump that’s preventing the discovery of shoe covers and other items—Shen Yaowei is cautiously optimistic about this.

    Within the vicinity of the crime scene, there’s not just this one dump, and the time taken for garbage disposal is considerable. As long as the items are here, Shen Yaowei is confident he can find them.

    "Keep it up!" Shen Yaowei encouraged his colleagues and joined the Dama officers, wielding tongs and lining up to work under the excavator.

    ...

    Tang Jia and Zhong Renlong walked along the streets around the crime scene, inspecting each building and shop, trying to find an unfamiliar camera.

    The apanying Dama detectives persistently knocked on doors, inquiring and showing photos of the victim to everyone they met.

    Local police had privately done some of this work, but not at arge scale, broad range, or with enough depth, so it wasn’t part of the Jiang Yuan-Ni Cha mutual understanding memo, rather it’s in the extended scope.

    However, Tang Jia and the others can’t be bothered by how the higher-ups think; their workload remains immense, especially with constant contact with "civilians," which truly tests each one’s emotional stability.

    Even for a detective like Tang Jia, who has undergone policemunity education, dealing with different-minded civilians who haven’t undergone such education is mentally exhausting, let alone for the Dama officers.

    In just half a day, participating officers were almost driven to the brink of filingints!

    Particrly when encountering unreasonable or overly prudent residents, or people indifferent tow, it was truly draining.

    Yet the work kept progressing resolutely.

    The victorious team has this advantage, unless they encounter overwhelmingly unbearable failure, they inherently possess great self-motivation.

    After circling the designated interview area by Liu Jinghui several times, Tang Jia consciously looked at some office buildings located a few hundred meters from the crime scene.

    "If someone was taking photos or filming upstairs, could it be possible to capture the scene of the crime on this side?" Tang Jia pulled Zhong Renlong, pointing to the buildings with ss curtain walls a hundred meters away.

    Zhong Renlong naturally understood, looking at the tower with at least 40 floors, he frowned, "Not entirely impossible, but for someone to be filming inside just as the crime takes ce, that’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it? How likely? Furthermore, with so many firms in thisrge building, it’s uncertain how many people we’d have to track down."

    "Captain Jiang said, we’re here to seek opportunities, to try our luck. You understand trying your luck? It’s like scratching a lottery ticket—the more you scratch, the greater the chance of winning. Lots of people in the building, means more opportunities," Tang Jia said enthusiastically, posing like a cameraman and pointing towards the buildings ahead.

    Zhong Renlong was slightly silent, then said, "Speaking of probability, taking photos from the building downwards does have a chance to capture below, but truth be told, from this distance, can you see clearly what you capture?"

    "At least we can see the vehicles," Tang Jia said excitedly, "If the murderer drove here, the vehicle must be parked nearby during the crime, right? If we identify the vehicle, it could help the case, actually, it would be a significant help."

    "This... does make some sense," Zhong Renlong had to admit that Tang Jia was somewhat correct. The vehicle isrge enough that it could be photographed; even if the license te isn’t visible, the model and color could cross-reference with the surveince they gathered to uncover quite a bit.

    Additionally, the vehicle is parked for much longer than the time it takes for the murderer to kill. If the culprit drove themselves, it’s really more likely to be parked right downstairs...

    Zhong Renlong looked at the building in front, rubbed his face hard, and said, "This location here, the office buildings are cramped, at least five or six thousand people, maybe even ten thousand... It’s quite a big lottery ticket. Have you tried dealing with ten thousand people?"

    "How about offering a reward?" Tang Jia quickly switched thoughts and said, "Domestically, we can’t casually offer high rewards. Even if we offer money, most of the time it’s from the victim’s family. Do you have restrictions here? If there’s no restriction, that old man wouldn’t bother using a Rolls-Royce, even offering a bonus from driving a Toyota, and these people would be willing to hand over their phones."

    "You’re making... some sense," Zhong Renlong had to admit. The method Tang Jia suggested could really work, and it’s much simpler than his initial n of talking to thousands of people. Offering a reward is much easier and even cost-free, and Hassan would definitely be willing to spend that money.

    "Hey, let’s call themand center together," Zhong Renlong had nothing more to say.

    Tang Jia nodded repeatedly and said, "Remember, you have to praise me, and I’ll praise you!"

    The opportunity to take charge is hard toe by, especially overseas, Tang Jia dreams of achieving results, proving himself, bing a group star like Shen Yaowei.

    Given Jiang Yuan’s umted Case Team’s current attention level, any emerging star here could be a ministry-registered young expert—a rare life opportunity.

    ...

    Meng Chengbiao followed several local police officers, gathering friends the victim had contacted in the days before death, then interrogated them thoroughly.

    This differs from investigating the victim’s social rtions—it’s mainly investigating his interactions in the days before death.

    But even for this, it requires old man Hassan’s full support to aplish. Otherwise, several heirs who regrly yed with the deceased generally didn’t want to talk to the police, saying "talk to mywyer" not onlyplicates things but makes the investigation likely to hit a dead-end.

    Even so, when the victim’s friends came for meetings, almost all broughtwyers, discussing privately with eye contact andnguage what they could or couldn’t say.

    Only a few pretty girls came withoutwyers, saying a bit more.

    Meng Chengbiao learned their case-handling methods while attempting to use theirnguage to reconstruct the deceased’s final days.

    Have to say, the deceased’sst days were indeed exciting, transportation involved private nes, yachts, and luxury cars; meals included fresh seafood, abalone milk, and Xiao Ying lips; sports epassed both solo and partner modes, also three or more people modes, not resembling the final days of someone about tomit suicide.

    Of course, if you called it pre-death madness, that’s not impossible.

    While listening, awyer suddenly barged into the meeting room.

    "I amwyer Lei Yang for Ms. Sofia, from now on..." Thewyer was fearless in front of the police in the meeting room.

    "Is he thewyer you hired?" asked Sofia’s counterpartwyer with furrowed brows.

    "You don’t need to answer his question." Lei Yang simrly spoke to Sofia, then sat down and said, "I’ll apany you in answering questions from now on. If you’re unsure about anything, discuss with me first, then answer them, or I can respond on your behalf."

    Sitting in the corner, Meng Chengbiao rose in astonishment, nced at the few helpless Dama police nearby, and considered for a moment, then said to the trantor, "Ask him who hired him?"

    Lei Yangughed heartily upon hearing the trantor’s question, saying, "Who hired me is not important, and I don’t need to tell you anyway..."

    "Was it Hassan?" Meng Chengbiao shouted halfway through, saying Hassan’s name loudly.

    The name Hassan needed no trantion, Lei Yang heard it instantly and said, "It’s not Lord Hassan, he himself is uninformed..."

    The trantor hurriedly conveyed, but Meng Chengbiao ignored, pulling out his phone to text Jiang Yuan, saying, "Whether Hassan hired you or not isn’t important, I don’t need to rify, he’s responsible..."

    "But... But..." Seeing Meng Chengbiao disregard thew, Lei Yang was suddenly less confident, watching Meng Chengbiao send messages rapidly, could only grit his teeth and say, "Mr. Meng, I’m just ensuring Sofia doesn’t defame the deceased’s reputation."

    "Heh... Jiang Yuan obviously doesn’t think so." Meng Chengbiao shed his phone disying Jiang Yuan’s response briefly to Lei Yang, then quickly pocketed it, telling the nearby officers, "Just take a break and await the decisions of the big shots."