harleyscars Chapter 96 Caught in the Net
Chapter 96 Caught in the Net
There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds.
Immediately, Huang Bingyao's voice suddenly rose in pitch on the receiver.
"What? The Rainy Night Butcher?!"
"Yes, it's at the Kodak Printing Shop on Lockhart Road right now."
"I'm on my way. Seal off the area; no one is allowed to enter or leave!"
"wait for me!"
Huang Bingyao's voice immediately became excited, mixed with the chaotic sound of a chair being pushed away.
"clear."
Chen Yuan gave a brief reply and hung up the phone.
......
Wan Chai Police Station.
Huang Bingyao rushed to the Major Crimes Unit, gathered Chen Guozhong and his men, and hurriedly led them to the police station parking lot.
This large-scale operation caught Stephen Chow's attention when they passed by the anti-triad office.
He watched them pass by one after another down the corridor, his face full of confusion.
"What major case has been solved this time?"
Cao Dahua trimmed his fingernails and said casually.
"Who knows?"
He suddenly thought of something and winked.
"Maybe it's the Rainy Night Butcher Case."
......
Chen Yuan put the phone back in his pocket and his gaze fell back on Lin Guoyun, who was lying unconscious on the ground.
The demon who had just been about to attack was now ashen-faced, with bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and weak, disordered breathing.
His brows even began to twitch unconsciously, as if he were enduring some indescribable pain even in his unconscious state.
Chen Yuan glanced at it and then stopped paying attention.
Not long after, a black sedan made an almost drifting emergency stop, precisely blocking the entrance to the photo printing shop.
The passenger door was suddenly pushed open, and Huang Bingyao was practically ejected from the car.
Behind him, Chen Guozhong and two team members quickly got out of the car and began to cordon off the scene.
Huang Bingyao strode to the shop door and pushed it open to enter.
He immediately noticed Chen Yuan standing by the counter, nodded slightly to him, and then noticed Lin Guoyun lying unconscious on the ground.
"Ah Yuan!"
Huang Bingyao walked to Chen Yuan's side in a low voice.
"Is it him?"
"Yes, Inspector Wong."
Chen Yuan pointed to the stack of photos turned upside down on the counter and explained the situation.
"This man's name is Lam Kwok-wan; he's here to get his photos developed..."
"They resisted and I injured them..."
"There's a shop assistant inside who can be a witness..."
Huang Bingyao looked solemn and gave a stern order to Chen Guozhong, who had followed him in.
"Ah Zhong, keep an eye on him and wait for the forensic doctor and the forensic team to arrive."
"Also, cordon off the scene and notify headquarters that we need the highest level of support and media control."
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Guozhong immediately sprang into action and began leading his team members in their work.
Huang Bingyao then turned his attention to the stack of photos.
He took a pair of white gloves from his suit pocket and carefully put them on.
Then, he reached out and flipped the photo over.
His gaze fell on the first photograph, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Huang Bingyao remained composed, his face expressionless, but the atmosphere in the entire store instantly became tense.
He looked at each photo one by one, extremely slowly, for almost a full minute, before suddenly turning the photos back over.
Huang Bingyao closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently as if he were forcibly suppressing his churning stomach acid and boiling murderous intent.
When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in them was sharpness.
"Use the shovel..."
Huang Bingyao uttered the curse through gritted teeth, then turned to look at the unconscious scumbag Lin Guoyun on the ground.
"Ah Yuan".
Huang Bingyao glanced at Chen Yuan.
"You did a great job, you've done a wonderful job."
This is the umpteenth time my nephew has surprised me.
Chen Yuan shook his head slightly.
"It was a lucky coincidence; it was a tip-off from an informant."
Being too humble is not a good thing.
Huang Bingyao spoke with satisfaction, patting Chen Yuan on the shoulder.
"After this, I will ask Inspector Li to commend you."
Just then, more sirens surged in from all directions like a tide, quickly converging around Lockhart Road.
The flashing red and blue lights of the police car shone through the glass door, constantly reflecting on the faces of everyone inside the store.
The forensic department's white van and the forensic medicine department's vehicle also arrived one after another.
Professionals wearing white coats or protective suits carried various boxes and walked quickly into the store with serious and professional expressions.
Huang Bingyao quickly switched back to the commander role and began to hand over the reins to the arriving forensic department head and forensic pathologist, issuing instructions.
The scene was taken over in an orderly manner, with photos taken, evidence collected, and a preliminary survey of Lin Guoyun's condition conducted.
Next, they still have a lot of work to do, such as investigating Lam Kwok-wan's house, interviewing people around Lam Kwok-wan, and finding the primary crime scene...
But Huang Bingyao had already made up his mind: the ashen-faced Lin Guoyun in front of him was the "Rainy Night Butcher"!
It was because one of the photos in the stack had the exact same mark as one of the "fragments" he had seen!
Watching Lin Guoyun being lifted onto a stretcher, handcuffed, and sent to an ambulance.
Then, watching as the forensic personnel sealed and recorded the stack of photos in the highest-grade evidence bag, I realized that the photos were not the only evidence.
Huang Bingyao brought Chen Yuan to the entrance of the printing shop, where they faced the cameras of a few media outlets that had come after hearing the news.
With an extremely solemn expression, he announced a brief but powerful message that was enough to cause an earthquake throughout Hong Kong.
......
Police have arrested a man suspected of being linked to the recent series of murders.
"The case is under investigation, and we cannot disclose more details at this time."
Stephen Chow stared at the television above his head, his mouth slowly opening wide.
The recent series of murders—isn't this just like the Rainy Night Butcher case?!
Looking at Chen Yuan standing next to Huang Bingyao, it's clear that Chen Yuan is also closely involved in solving this case...
I agree!
He turned around abruptly and looked at Cao Dahua.
"How did you know it was the Rainy Night Butcher Case?"
Cao Dahua's expression was even more exaggerated than Stephen Chow's; he was just saying it casually!
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Hong Kong Island Regional Crime Unit.
Yu Qicong, who had stayed up all night, was dozing off when he was woken up and saw the news that "Wan Chai Police Station suspected of arresting the rainy night butcher".
He was instantly wide awake.
"Is the news true or false? Have you contacted anyone in Wan Chai about it?"
"I've contacted you, Officer Yu..."
"What did they say?"
"They said they didn't know either..."
"Get in the car right now, come with me to Wan Chai Police Station!"
"Yes, sir!"
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Emerald Villas, Clear Water Bay, Sai Kung, New Territories.
Long Jiu, with his neat short hair, sat on the sofa, staring intently at the television in front of him.
Chen Daozai stretched and walked over, then looked at the news on TV and said dismissively.
"It would be great if they could really catch them; they've obviously just found a scapegoat."
"Let me tell you, I'm very familiar with this kind of thing. When I lived in the countryside, I even took the blame for someone before, and I got two thousand dollars for it..."
Long Jiu glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned her gaze back to the television.
"Ah Jiu, do you have time to go shopping?"
"I haven't been back to Hong Kong Island in a long time, and I'd like to go out and explore."
Chen Daozai said with a grin.
"Could you stay with me for a moment?"
"cannot."
Long Jiu uttered two words and continued to stare at Chen Yuan, who was next to Huang Bingyao, on the TV screen.
This is the guy; he met her once and never contacted her again.