Chapter 979: More Reasonable

"Don't be so anxious."

Tao Lu knew what Liu Liu Jinghui wanted to say as soon as he heard Liu Liu Jinghui's speech, and he had already thought about this problem long ago.

He is actually very familiar with this kind of police officer like Liu Liu Jinghui, or rather, all blue-shirt police officers are about the same. Not to mention those with other thoughts, those who are willing to do business and cases are almost all fierce and rushing types, who do not consider the consequences, and consider politics less.

Of course, the current system also encourages such a mode. Just like what Old Ma said, the police are a violent machine that maintains rule. A machine naturally does not need so much thinking.

But Tao Lu, who is a white-shirt, cannot fight with muscles.

He pressed Liu Liu Jinghui for the first time and said: "It's not that finding the Zhang family won't work, but just like what we said at the beginning, are we ready to restart the Jianmen Academy case? The prerequisite for restarting the Jianmen Academy case is to be able to solve the case. Are we ready to solve the case?"

Tao Lu added: "We discussed so much, but we have no grasp of solving the case. Since this is the case, I suggest not to disturb the Zhang family for now."

"Didn't Zhang Zhang Xiaoya come?" Liu Liu Jinghui said.

"That's still different." Tao Lu paused and explained: "It's one thing for her to understand the progress of the case, but for us to take the initiative to ask about the Zhang family's situation in order to solve the case... I'm not afraid she won't say it, I'm afraid she will say it too much. This amount of information, I'm afraid we can't hold it."

This made some people's backs feel cold, and some people's toes buckle the ground.

Liu Liu Jinghui is not Tao Lu's subordinate after all, so he insisted: "The case lacks clues, and the clues are likely to be in the hands of the Zhang family, or even clues that they don't know themselves. In this case, not contacting the Zhang family, we can't solve the case, and if we can't solve the case, we can't contact the Zhang family. Isn't this a dead loop?"

"Prove that your mother is your mother." Cui Cui Qishan couldn't help but say. He knew it was inappropriate to say this, but he wanted to show off too much, even if it was shit, he wanted to prove that his pile was straighter than others.

Tao Lu glared at Cui Cui Qishan fiercely and added: "At the very least, we have to try other methods and fail, then find the Zhang family."

"The previous special task force, only the screening was not done." Liu Liu Jinghui sighed.

Tao Lu saw that he didn't insist, and a smile appeared on his face, saying: "They wanted to screen back then, and one of the main items they wanted to screen was Wang Wang Futing's fingerprints. Wang Wang Futing ran away that day, so even if they screened, they might not be able to screen it out."

After saying this, Tao Lu added: "But our clues are one step further now, and we have Wang Wang Futing himself. We also know about the flying claw. If necessary, what if we screen along these two clues?"

So many years have passed, and it is meaningless to say screening. Unless it is physical evidence such as DNA, fingerprints, or gun marks. Tao Lu's meaning is actually that resources can be strengthened.

Liu Liu Jinghui saw that his attitude was clear, looked at Jiang Yuan again, and his tone changed: "Wang Wang Futing and the flying claw, these two clues are actually attributed to this suspect who uses the flying claw. I remember Wang Wang Futing confessed that this person's nickname is Kite, his origin is unknown, and he was introduced by a friend."

"Which friend?" Tao Lu saw that the investigation direction was smooth, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Fatty Seven, died the second year." Before Liu Liu Jinghui could answer, Wang Wang Chuanxing looked at the interrogation record and answered.

Tao Lu was stunned. This clue is equal to being broken again.

Liu Liu Jinghui waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if he died. He died in the second year, which means he lived for another year and said more words. Check the situation of Fatty Seven, find all his friends, relatives, and family members back then, and ask them one by one to see if Fatty Seven said anything. How did this flying claw suspect, Kite, know Fatty Seven?"

"Kite should have sold stolen goods to Fatty Seven." Wang Wang Chuanxing answered again. The interrogation record is very long and there are many, and the details inside are also numerous. Not everyone can remember them.

"What does Fatty Seven do?" Liu Liu Jinghui has too many things to see. Some details inside are just fast browsing. At this moment, seeing Wang Wang Chuanxing read it, he learned the situation quickly through him.

Hundreds of boxes of case files, no one has the time to read them all before making a decision. The special task force does not have so much time to waste for him. Accurately and accurately obtaining information is a compulsory course for doing this line.

Wang Wang Chuanxing didn't finish reading it all, but he had experience with the members of the cold case task force, and had long ago carried out classified reading. Everyone got a few boxes, and the reading could be meticulous.

Wang Wang Chuanxing quickly flipped through the notebook and replied: "In the late 90s, Fatty Seven mainly picked trains, and also collected some things, and then resold them to real stolen goods households."

The long-distance freight in the current era is that truck drivers are easier to bully. The mode of mainly stealing oil has supported many professional thieves. In the 90s, although truck drivers were also stolen, they were generally fierce and had a relatively high social status, not the first choice for thieves.

Long-term professional thieves mainly pickpockets in buses and crowded places, and then pick trains on

Back then, many freight trains didn't have carriages, and even if they did, it was useless; as long as there were no armed police guarding the train, there would always be some tough villagers along the railway line coming to raid the cars. In that era when industrial products were generally more valuable than agricultural products, even if they raided a chamber pot, they could still sell it.

First, they would satisfy their own needs, and if there was anything left, they would sell it—selling it to fellow travelers like Fatty Seven.

Essentially, it was similar to the gold-farming groups in 21st-century games.

One could imagine that the social connections of someone like Fatty Seven must be extremely complex.

Liu Liu Jinghui did not hesitate much at this moment, only saying: "We must follow Fatty Seven's identity and investigate thoroughly. Check his history of contact with Kite, and how many of the little hoodlums who were with Fatty Seven back then are still around?"

"There are four people in total; we will look into them." Wang Wang Chuanxing took notes.

Tao Lu also breathed a sigh of relief; at least there was finally a direction.

Cui Cui Qishan said at this time: "Use Fatty Seven to understand Kite's situation. If Kite has been silenced, wouldn't all the clues be gone?"

At this, not only Tao Lu but even Liu Liu Jinghui glared at Cui Cui Qishan.

Cui Cui Qishan felt a little embarrassed and whispered: "I was just thinking, Wang Wang Futing ran away for over a year and came back to find everything fine. If there really is a conspiracy, would the big boss behind the scenes just sit and wait for Wang Wang Futing to return? It would be more reasonable to just finish off Kite directly, right?"