Chapter 226

He didn't dare to check the situation then, until the next day, when his curiosity became unbearable, he went to investigate.

Then he saw three charred Mo.

"Have their identities been confirmed?" Chief Most of the Manhattan Police Department asked, rubbing his temples.

"Still comparing with the DNA database, sir."

"Alright, you can go." After saying that, Most turned to look at Chris, who was crouching in front of the three ink corpses.

"Chris, what are you looking at?"

Most and Chris were friends.

Because of the biochemical terrorist attack on the Glens Pharmaceutical Research Institute last night, Chris came to ask him for help.

Chris currently works for an organization called the Bio-Terrorism Defense and Assessment Alliance, specializing in cases related to biochemical terrorist attacks.

He is a professional in this field.

Since the biochemical terrorist attack occurred in Manhattan and he was assigned to this case, they decided to cooperate and investigate who had released the virus at the Glens Pharmaceutical Research Institute.

They had just started talking.

Then they received a report that someone had called in an alarm.

And they came over.

Chris did not respond to Most immediately.

Most walked over to Chris's side, held a handkerchief to his nose, then squatted down.

He feared the smell of the charred corpses.

He was not Chris—he had never seen too many scenes more disgusting than this, and was long accustomed to such situations.

"What's wrong? You're looking so closely—do you know these three?" Most patted Chris's shoulder and joked.

Chris shook his head.

"I don't know them."

Most was about to stand up.

"But I've seen them."

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"What?" Most's body, which had just begun to rise, squatted back down.

"When did you see them?" Most asked.

Regardless of whether these three were ordinary or not.

Their identities no longer mattered—what mattered was their manner of death, which was inhumanly brutal.

Before they arrived, reporters had already reached the scene and taken photos.

No need to guess—once this inhuman death method was reported in the newspapers, their police department would face considerable pressure.

Solving the case sooner was naturally better.

He had planned to confirm their identities before beginning the investigation.

He hadn't expected Chris to have seen them.

If he said he'd seen them, it certainly couldn't have been long ago.

Indeed, Chris's answer confirmed his guess.

"Last night," Chris said.

Most's face lit up with delight.

Because the forensic autopsy report had just confirmed that these three had died last night.

And Chris had just seen them—he might obtain some useful information from him.

"When and where did you see them?"

"Last night, on XX Street—these three were planning to rob an Asian man, and I stopped them."

"They were planning to rob an Asian man, you stopped them—could this be a revenge killing?"

Based on Chris's words, Most began to deduce.

"It's not impossible."

Most was surprised—he had expected Chris to refute it.

After all, he knew what kind of person Chris was.

This guy was extremely justice-driven.

Sometimes impulsive, but a friend worth knowing well.

That was why the two were friends.

"Why do you think that? Was the Asian man male or female? What did he look like? Can you describe the situation?"

"Nothing to hide," Chris said.

"The Asian man was about my height; though he didn't look as muscular as me, he wasn't far off—his clothes were stretched tight, indicating he exercised regularly; his muscle mass beneath the clothing was certainly high."

"Age-wise, he looked around twenty-four or twenty-five—a very handsome Asian man."

"Of course, I suspected him because last night I saw no panic on his face."

"Even when one of these three held a gun," Chris said.

A normal person encountering someone with a gun would find it hard to remain calm.

Because it meant your life was in someone else's hands.

Last night, Jiang Hao, surrounded by those three Black men, remained completely calm from start to finish, showing no fear whatsoever.

He was certain that even without his intervention, Jiang Hao would have been perfectly fine.

Moreover, since Jiang Hao had been robbed by these three, he had motive to retaliate—so him being a suspect was reasonable; it was no surprise Chris suspected Jiang Hao.

Moreover, Jiang Hao was taller and more muscular than those three Black men; in a surprise attack, even if the three had guns, given Jiang Hao's height advantage, defeating those three Mo was not impossible.

Moster was an old police officer, with fairly rich experience.

Hearing Chris's words, he immediately judged that the Jiang Hao Chris mentioned was highly suspicious.

"What did that person look like? Do you remember? I can have a sketch artist draw a portrait for him."

Chris nodded.

"Bring the person here; I can help with this."

After all, someone was dead.

Chris did not mind helping with this.

Soon, the sketch artist arrived; under Chris's description, a sketch portrait with ninety percent resemblance to Jiang Hao was drawn.

One could only say the sketch artist was very professional.

Moster took the portrait and glanced at it.

"Indeed, he looks quite handsome. Now, let us find this guy."

"Are you so sure he is the murderer?" Chris said from the side.

"Whether he is or not, he is at least the most suspicious one."

"Sir, the identities of the three have been confirmed; here is their information." Just then, an officer walked over holding a computer.

On the computer screen were the identity information of those three Mo.

Moster glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Because what identities those three guys held now was no longer important.

What mattered was finding the murderer.

Chris also took a look.

In fact, even without looking, he knew those three Mo would absolutely not be good people.

Indeed, when seeing that the three had three records of being charged with rape.

Chris immediately frowned.

Although the charges were not established due to insufficient evidence.

It could be confirmed that those three guys had absolutely done this.

Otherwise, who would go to the trouble of accusing them for no reason.

In his heart, regarding the death of the three, a feeling that they died well arose instead.

And at the same time, Jiang Hao, who was suspected to be the murderer.