On the first day Fang Wenguo reported to Qingshi Town, the director looked at his file and was silent for two full minutes.
Ranked first in all subjects in the police academy, first in combat, and first in criminal investigation theory. The director asked him why he came to a place like this, and he said he wanted to start from the grassroots level. The director threw him the cold case files from the past five years. He read them all in three days, then pointed to one of the volumes and said that the murderer in this case and the other one were the same person.
From that day on, there was a young man in Qingshi Town who specialized in solving unsolved cases. Others look at the scene to look for evidence, but he looks at the scene to look for stories. The depth of the footprints, the length of the ash, and the unfinished bowl of noodles were all clues in his eyes. When he was in danger on the street, he picked up a shovel and fought one against five. Passers-by filmed the whole thing. After chasing and escaping across the border, he reached a deep mountain camp and used a hunting crossbow and an old vine to bring the hostage back safely. In a heart-breaking case of cannibalism, he finds the truth in a plate of sliced apples. The serial killer only left a piece of cigarette ash at the scene every time. He chased him for six years, displayed 17 photos and 17 pieces of cigarette ash in the interrogation room, and the murderer himself spoke.
From Qingshi Town to the county bureau, and then to the criminal investigation detachment of the city bureau, in twenty-five years, he removed the unsolved cases one by one. On the day of his retirement, he handed over the key to the interrogation room to his apprentice. The key was made of copper and was tied with a red string that was frayed. "Locking the door is not to shut them in, but to let them know that once they enter this door, someone will listen to what they have to say."
This was okay,