At night, I stepped on the corridor of the West District Police Station...

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and a man hurriedly walked into the office where the police station homicide team was located.

The pace was rapid, with a sense of urgency.

Dong Yi didn't know, but he gradually became more and more like a real policeman. Now, for some reason, he has stepped onto the stage, recited other people's plays, and lived a different way, completely different from the attitude he had just traveled through time.

Nowadays, all he thought about was solving the case. When he pushed open the office door, there were only a few police officers who were on the night shift in groups of three or three in the office.

Dong Yi did not notice the changes he had during this period. A person's changes were subtle, which he himself and even the people closest to him could not easily detect.

But for others, Dong Yi had a sense of perseverance at this time, and he also carried a sense of solemnity, like an elegant unicorn, looking extraordinary, but he could not ignore the sharp horns on his head. The coldness was deep and extremely sharp, making people be careful.

Several rotating police officers saw Dong Yi, who had been working as a member of the country for many years, and some were not young anymore, but when they saw Dong Yi pushing the door open, in the past, these people were respectful on the surface and cursed their mothers behind their backs.

But for some reason, there was a deep admiration in my heart!

Several people hurriedly stood up from their positions and saluted: "Dong sir!"

Looking at the respectful look of the team members, Dong Yi responded with a smile, and then said: "Didn't you just called and say that there is new progress in the murder case in Dawushan?"

A police officer hurriedly said: "Sir Dong, I called the phone, that's right. A witness just came to the police station and said he had important clues in his hands!"

When Dong Yi heard this, he hurriedly said, "Take me to see him!"

The police officer then took Dong Yi to the reception room and saw a man with long hair and glasses.

This man knew from the glance that he was not an Asian, obviously from European and American countries.

This man was talking to the police officer who was being interrogated, and no one knew what the other party was talking about.

Seeing Dong Yi coming, the police officer hurriedly stood up and said, "Sir Dong, you have finally come. This person can't speak English, it seems that he can only speak Mandarin, and he doesn't speak much in key Mandarin."

"Then you just speak Mandarin to him!"

"I said it!"

"What did you say?"

"I asked Lei, what did Lei Kan see..."

Dong Yi curled his lips. If you can understand this, there will be ghosts. Hello everyone, I am Zhazhahui. Not to mention a foreigner, even Dong Yi can't understand it.

Then Dong Yi came to the foreigner and stretched out his hand, introduced himself in a very straightforward and standard Mandarin, saying: "Hello, I am the inspector of this case. My name is Dong Yi, what do you call me?"

"Hello, my name is John, I am a photographer from a German magazine. This time I came here to provide some clues to your police!"

This person named John spoke with a strong foreign accent. Even Dong Yi would be ambiguous if he didn't listen carefully, let alone Hong Kong police officers who often spoke in dialects.

The two shook hands, and then Dong Yi signaled to sit down. The two sat down face to face. Dong Yi asked: "Mr. John, do you know what clues do you have to tell us?"

"That's right, Mr. Police Officer, I've been to Dawu Mountain a few days ago. This time I came here for a trip. When I was climbing the mountain, I wore a camera to take pictures on the mountain. Among the few photos I took, I found two young people in the photo.

The clothes they were wearing were very consistent with the images displayed on your TV. I wonder if they would help you!"

"You can leave it to me to see!"

"Okay sir!"

Then the man took out a photo. When Dong Yi saw this, he took the photo and saw that there were indeed two people in the mountain view. Their clothes looked down on me and the colors were indeed very consistent with the relics of the deceased.

Dong Yi then asked about the time. The man told him that it was on the day of the incident. He went up the mountain in the early morning and went down the mountain in the afternoon.

Dong Yi frowned. The main body of this photo was the scenery, and it was taken from a distance. The figures of the two people in the photo were too small and would be the kind that would miss them if they were not careful.

From the photo, because the distance is too far, you can only see the color of the clothes you are wearing, and some details and even the faces are blurred and abnormal, which cannot be identified at all.

Dong Yi frowned: "Mr. John, do you have any clearer photos?"

"I'm sorry, this photo was discovered by me accidentally when I was printing it. If the TV station had not broadcasted the murder in three languages, Chinese, English and Guangdong, I might not have cared too much and missed the two people in the photo."

Dong Yi was helpless, but he still thanked the enthusiastic tourist. After seeing the man off, he hurriedly took the photo and went to the technical department to find a simulated portrait engineer.

As a result, I learned from the staff on duty that the painter had already come home from get off work and could only find a way tomorrow.

However, Dong Yi didn't say hope. He just didn't want to give up just like that. He went to the technical department to try his luck. If the painter could... Forget it, what if it came from? It was just a lucky person. The simulated portraitist was also a human being. How could he draw the facial features of the two people with such a blurry figure outline in the photo?

It would be great if it were later. Even if the face of the corpse was deliberately damaged and bloody, it could still be used to make up for it by computer repair technology. Unfortunately, it is now 1987, and many technologies are destined to be still in the research and development stage.

Nowadays, the progress of solving the case is still on confirming the identity of the deceased, and it is difficult to move forward.

Dong Yi felt helpless. He thought that he was at the end of his life and there was no way out. There was another village with dark flowers. Unexpectedly, he walked in and saw it, but it was a mirage, which was invisible and intangible!

As a last resort, Dong Yi drove home again with the photo.

In the night sky of Hong Kong Island, night flights roared past and gradually flew higher and higher.

At this time, Hong Kong Island was like a rosy man with heavy makeup, blushing and dazzling.

The lights are brilliant and colorful. The colorful ribbons run through the entire city. The shiny neon lights on the tall buildings decorate the night view of the city with stars, flowing light and flying spirits.

Someone was pushing cups and changing cups when the lights were on, intending to stay drunk.

There was also the lonely figure who was taking the bus home alone in the night, sitting in the empty carriage, watching the city lights passing by quickly in front of the car windows.

Neon lights flash, the city lights are clearly extinguished, and they are flickering, reflecting the lonely and desolate faces under the night sky of Hong Kong Island.

Dong Yi was in a low mood. He didn't choose to go home halfway through the car. He found that the two consecutive murders in the past few days made him a little nervous and his whole body was tense.
Chapter completed!