November 27, at 9:10 am, Che Wuchen’s residence.

As a native of Linyi, Che Wuchen naturally has a home here, or... he once had a home.

The reason why family is a family is because of the existence of family members, but Che Wuchen no longer has family members in this world, so this place is now just a "residence".

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When the doorbell rang, Che Wuchen just held up the dumbbell in the living room.

He put down his equipment, walked to the door in a few steps, looked out through the cat's eyes, and then opened the door.

"Meet again, Agent Car." Outside the door was Skram with a smile on his face and in a suit.

"Good morning, Lieutenant." Che Wuchen's attitude was still so lukewarm, so calm that people couldn't tell the slightest bit of emotion.

Because Che Wuchen had agreed yesterday that he could assist Scram's investigation at any time, the two of them almost didn't say a word of nonsense; after saying hello, they went straight to the point and set off together.

Twenty minutes later, the two drove to the Sunshine Adolescent Behavior Correction Center located in the suburbs.

At this time, a yellow line had been drawn outside the gate of the building, and police officers were sent to stand guard by the walls on all sides. On the street opposite the gate, several interview cars with tickets were parked, and dozens of reporters and photographers from various media were like a group of illegal workers squatting on the side of the road, silently waiting for work that would come in the cold wind.

The arrival of Skram and Che Wuchen undoubtedly made these reporters very excited, but their pace of coming was blocked by the wall of people pulled up by the police.

"Please stay, are you related to the case?"

"Who are you? Which department are you investigators?"

"Can you please express your opinion on this case?"

Even though they were blocked, the reporters still stood on tiptoe, stretched out their wireless microphones, and shouted loudly about the problem; the photographers also carried long guns and short cannons, and a flash of lights greeted him.

However, Skram and Che Wuchen were both used to big scenes and would not react to such scenes. The two of them just thought that the reporters were air and walked into the crime scene on their own.

"In a sense, your accidental intervention has saved at least one person." On the short section of the road leading to the main entrance on the first floor, Skram suddenly told Che Wuchen in a chatting tone.

"Who?" While Che Wuchen asked this question, he was also thinking about the answer.

"Ha..." Skram smiled, "Of course it's Officer Zhang."

Che Wuchen understood what he said.

The evening before yesterday, if it weren't for the "inspector" Che Wuchen, the "inspector", who requisitioned Officer Zhang's motorcycle and gun, rushed to the scene immediately and made a first-hand solution... Then Officer Zhang would have come slowly according to his previous experience.

If things develop like this, the media will definitely make a big difference in reporting time and the time when the police arrive at the scene afterwards; after all, this kind of social news that "it is easy to cause dissatisfaction among taxpayers" is easily a hot topic.

Finally, in order to calm the public's anger, the official must push someone out to take the blame; needless to say, this person is Lao Zhang...

In this world where information is highly developed and past records and photos can be found everywhere. Unless you reach a certain level and can encrypt your personal information,... Once something happens, not only your career, but even your future life will probably be over.

However, due to the intervention of Che Wuchen, a senior FCPS agent, most of the details about this case have become "confidential" to keep the public confidentiality; the police can use this as a reason and make no information to the public with confidence.

Even if the media made up some things to attract attention and successfully aroused public anger, this hot potato can be dumped on FCPS to promote... At least local officials in Linyi don't have to worry about their careers being affected.

"Maybe." A few seconds later, Che Wuchen responded, "But this cannot be said to be my credit, because I have never thought about helping him. I just did not like to see a police officer pretending to be unrelated to his own affairs and being slow after receiving a public call for help, so he took action. Unexpectedly, he actually encountered a major case... I can only say that it was Officer Zhang's luck."

"Ha... I am worthy of being an elite." Skram smiled when he heard this, "Whether he is responsible or execution... it is different from the grassroots personnel who copy tickets."

"Two things," said Che Wuchen, "This has nothing to do with class. It's just that in some incidents together, the personal differences between me and him are reflected in the results. We can also look at it from another perspective... If this is just a 'report of a fake police', then the result is that I am meddling in other people's business and making a big deal, right?"

While the two of them were talking, they had already passed through the electronic door and entered the corridor on the first floor.

At this time, all the "corpses" in the corridor had been disposed of; thirty-one heads were taken away by thirty-one empty body bags, and thirty-one buckets of "corpse braised" were labeled separately, and they were transported to the mortar room with the matching heads.

Fortunately, in this era, there are already very advanced portable liquid suction instruments, otherwise the police might have to use mops and rags to successfully collect the "corpses" on the ground.

In short, the filth in the corridor has been basically cleaned up, and the rest is the chalk line indicating the location of the body; the line of the crime scene... If people who are not clear about the situation look at it, they will definitely feel inexplicable. For ordinary crime scenes, the lines are drawn outlines of a person who falls to the ground, and the ground here is drawn with large circles with irregular edges. Those who don’t know think that the dead are large slimes.

"More than 150 patients and Professor Tang himself were all missing. The police have searched the city... You probably heard about this from the news. Let's talk about something that was not reported in the news..." Skram led Che Wuchen into the road, and said, "The identities of the deceased were found the night before yesterday; thirty-one people, regardless of gender, are all the prisoners here... Oh, it can also be said that they are 'teachers' and 'doctors'..." He paused, looked at Che Wuchen, and said, "Ha...

…It sounds a bit messy, right? You will understand it after a brief explanation..." He then explained, "In this center, in fact, 'position' and 'title' have no meaning. Whether it is called a 'doctor' or 'teacher', it is mainly to deal with the outside world and facilitate management; judging from the information I got from the patient's family... This place is not so much a treatment institution, but rather a miniature kingdom. People in the kingdom can be simply divided into three types: 'king', 'king', 'king' and 'unfaithful'."

"You don't have to tell me about these. I've read reports about this center in the media a long time ago." Che Wuchen said, "Although they are all whitewashing propaganda, the essence is, and people with a little IQ can see it."

"Okay, then I won't talk to you about the science, and then talk about the case..." Scram shrugged without comment, and then said, "In addition to the thirty-one housekeepers, there are five people working in the canteen, one of whom is the boss in charge of the contract, and the other four are chefs and helpers.

"After the incident, the police quickly found and controlled four people except the boss. After inquiry, they learned that the day before the incident, the boss suddenly asked the four employees to take a day off with paid one day, but the reason was unknown... Of course, they didn't ask too much; it was originally a waste of time, but if you ask too much, the boss replied, "Why are you asking so much? You're not happy to have a rest, right? Then you'd better come tomorrow'... Wouldn't you be tied up in your own cocoon?"

"Where is the boss?" Che Wuchen was not very interested in Skram's second half of the sentence. He interrupted and asked before the other party pulled the topic further and further away.

"Well..." At this moment, Skram's eyes changed slightly and he glanced at Che Wuchen cunningly, "You're asking the point..." He paused for a moment and continued in a mysterious tone, "According to the chefs and helpers, the boss is called 'Zhang San's', yes... Zhang San's Zhang, Zhang San's San. We found Zhang San's address in the files of the correction center, but after we got there, we found that the address was fake; the mobile phone number he left was already empty when we called... Following the clues of the number registration, it was also a dead end.

"As for his residence... no one knows, and no one can take out his photos; his employees all said that he was directly called and hired by him at the door of the office. After chatting for a few simple words, exchanging names and mobile phone numbers, they were taken to work the next day."

"Where is the surveillance video?" Che Wuchen reacted quickly, and he immediately proposed a possible breakthrough point. "All public areas in this center have surveillance, and the cafeteria is no exception. There are also videos on nearby streets. He goes to and from get off work every day, and he will always be photographed. Just let his employees identify it..."

"These police have already done it." Skram replied before he could finish his words, "We did determine Zhang San's appearance from the surveillance video, and through the search of facial recognition programs, we listed data on all citizens who are similar to this face... But after comparison, we found that there was no such person in the database."

"So that..." Che Wuchen pondered.

"Yes, that's a 'fake face'," said Skram. "At least there is no such person in the federal database; as for whether his name is 'Zhang San'... that doesn't matter anymore, let's just call it that way."

"Is there a person without 'identity'..." Che Wuchen said, "This makes sense..." He thoughtfully said, "If this 'Zhang San' is a member of the 'resistance organization', it wouldn't be surprising that he is a 'capable person'?"

"Yes." Skram replied, "At this stage, this person is the biggest suspect in this case, so the police task force also spreads resources to investigate with him as the primary goal."

At this point, they had already arrived at the fifth floor.

Along the way, they had never stopped on other floors, and the electronic doors along the way had been adjusted to be able to open freely.

Skram took Che Wuchen directly to the monitoring room on the fifth floor and stood in front of the operating table.

"Then... Next, let's talk about surveillance." When Scram said this, he looked at Che Wuchen with a suspicious look without hesitation.

"Just say whatever you want to say." Che Wuchen said.

"Yes." Skram really said "righteously", "I doubt you." He paused for two seconds, "I doubt you are an accomplice in this case."

"What do you mean?" Che Wuchen was accused in person, but he remained calm.

"On the evening of the 25th, when the first police officers arrived at the entrance of the building, it was 19:32, and you were already waiting at the door." Skram said, "According to your testimony, after you arrived at the scene, you immediately launched a search, and at 19:25, he called the police by phone from the monitoring room on the fifth floor. After calling the police, he immediately returned to the gate of the building and waited for the arrival of the police... You have no objection until you arrive here, right?"

"No." Che Wuchen replied.

"Okay." Skram said, "You also said that during the entire search, you had not touched anything on the scene except the door panels of the toilet compartment and the telephone in the monitoring room... right?"

After saying this, Che Wuchen...he actually hesitated.

"No." Che Wuchen said, "I even touched..." He said, and gestured to the console behind Skram with his eyes, "...that console."

"What?" Skram's expression and tone became cold and aggressive, "Are you revising your confession now?"

"No." Che Wuchen denied again, "This is not a confession, and I don't need to provide any so-called 'confession' to anyone other than my superiors." He paused, "That's what I said... I'll just say to you." He turned his head slightly and looked at the surveillance console. "The night before yesterday, I checked the surveillance video, and I deliberately wore gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints."

"Why didn't you tell the police about this?" Scram asked.

"Because this does not conform to the investigation procedures, if I tell the police... my behavior will leave a written record, give someone a handle, and bring unnecessary trouble to FCPS." Che Wuchen still seemed very calm, without any feeling of being pressed. Instead, the other party's expression looked even more anxious than him.

"Oh? Now... do you care about the 'procedure'?" Scram sneered, "Just say about a person on vacation who suddenly requisitioned police equipment on the street..."

"Recruiting police guns and cars, and discovering the scene of a major case, this is a meritorious service." Che Wuchen interrupted the other party and said, "After arriving at the scene, he did not strictly follow the regulations, so he left a handle." He walked two steps, "This has nothing to do with not caring about the 'procedure'. I have said before... Whether the attitude is correct sometimes depends on the result."

His response was logically flawed, and Skram knew this, so the latter quickly changed into a smirk again: "Ha... Then, can I ask, have you done something in front of this operating table?"

"Didn't I say that, I checked the surveillance video." Che Wuchen replied, "and its purpose... is naturally to find out what happened here." He breathed out from his nostrils. "As a result, as you know, all the videos after 0:00 on the 25th have been cleared; like the police... I have not seen the videos of that day." He paused and added, "So, there is no need for me to report to the police on what I have seen."

"Then how do you prove it..." Skram said again, "You just 'watched' the video, not 'deleted' the video?" He licked his lips and continued, "If you are the murderer's accomplice, you can make an appointment in advance to let the murderer call the police at the designated time, and you... at that time, locked in a police officer closest to the scene, used the identity of the patrol officer to intercept his mission, and rushed to the scene first to check whether the accomplice had left any clues, cover it up, and finally went upstairs to delete the video, and called the police leisurely again..."

"I am frank, your reasoning ability is a bit poor, Lieutenant." When facing this accusation, Che Wuchen replied in a commentary tone, "First of all, if I am an accomplice, and my task is to help my accomplices check whether there is any evidence left on the scene from the perspective of criminal investigation... Why do I need to come to the scene in the form of "the task of intercepting a policeman"? Is it enough for me to come to the scene to help him solve it? This is the suburb of Linyi, not Zurich, and I can count the cameras on the street... Is it difficult to avoid all street surveillance and enter this building with my ability?"

"This..." Scram was speechless about this.

"Secondly, if I am an accomplice in this case and are responsible for the 'aftermath' work, I would never have allowed my accomplices to use such a conspicuous murder method from the beginning, right? And... why should I ask my accomplices to call the police?" Che Wuchen's rebuttal said every word to the point, "If this happens, it will definitely attract people from EAS, right? Of course, you can also say that introducing EAS into the game is also part of my plan; the question is...what is my plan?"

Che Wuchen shook his head: "This leads to the third point, which is also the core loophole of your reasoning...motivation." He paused slightly for half a second, "You talked for a long time, and my behaviors are obviously untenable in conventional logic, unless you give a specific motivation to make up for it... However, you can't say this motivation, because..." He took two steps forward and looked straight into the other party's eyes at close range, "I was innocent."

Now, Skram's expression was a little awkward, because he was indeed not very good at reasoning; in the Asian branch of EAS, he was a typical "fighting faction". Compared with the elite FCPS agent in front of him, he played criminal investigation and logical deduction, which was too bullying him.

In fact, Scram's reason for doubting Che Wuchen was not reliable even himself - it was just intuition.

He just felt that this FCPS guy was too calm, and the process involved in the case also contained too many coincidences, which made him feel strange, but what was wrong... he couldn't figure it out; the reasoning just now was also said by him with a "inspiration", but in less than a minute, he was completely overthrown by Che Wuchen, and it was also reasonable and well-founded.

Just as the lieutenant was thinking about how to step down, a rapid sound of footsteps came.

"Sir." A police officer appeared in time and relieved him of the siege. "What you asked us to investigate has a result."

"Ah? Oh..." Skram hurriedly stepped up and asked, "How is it?"

"Uh..." The policeman looked at Che Wuchen next to him and looked like he was reluctant to speak.

"Do I want me to avoid it?" Che Wuchen immediately understood that the matter he was investigating was related to him, but he didn't want to make the police embarrassed, so he said so.

"No," Skram immediately replied, and turned to the policeman and said, "It's okay, say whatever you want."

"Yes," said the police officer, "Dr. Cui said that the psychological evaluation of Mr. Che ended at around 5:40..."

"Oh?" Skram seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and he glanced at Che Wuchen with malicious intentions. "This is strange..." He pretended to be talking to himself, "When Agent Che met Officer Zhang downstairs of the clinic, it was 6:22? Is it because of the forty minutes in the middle... you were squatting nearby, waiting for your car to exceed the length of the parking timer, and then you were given a ticket?"

"Uh...sir." The policeman said again, "I haven't finished speaking yet...Dr. Cui said that the psychological assessment ended at 5:40, but Mr. Che left at around 6:20; Oh, and... she also specifically reminded us that the clock in her clinic was adjusted by ten minutes faster, so Mr. Che might think he left around 6:30."

"What?" said Skram, "Then what did he do in the clinic in the forty minutes?"

"Doctor Cui..." Before the policeman could reply, Che Wuchen snatched, "In addition to being a psychologist, he is also a single woman of similar age to me, who is very open-minded..." He looked at Scram, "I wonder if this information is enough to make you reason about the forty-minute gap...or do you need me to say more specifically?"
Chapter completed!