A person becomes a god; starting with a super brain, scientific research becomes godlike.

He didn't dare to check the situation at the time, but the next day, his curiosity got the better of him and he went to check it out.

Then I saw three pieces of ink that had been roasted.

"Have the identities of these three guys been confirmed?" Manhattan Police Chief Most asked with a headache.

"We're still comparing it with the DNA system, sir."

"Alright, you can go now." After saying that, Moster looked at Chris, who was squatting in front of the three ink corpses.

"Chris, what are you looking at?"

Most and Chris are friends.

Chris came to him for help because of the bio-terrorist attack on Glenns Medical Research Institute last night.

Chris now works for an organization called the Bioterrorism Defense and Assessment Alliance, which specializes in handling incidents related to bioterrorism attacks.

He's a professional in this area.

Since the bioterrorism attack occurred in Manhattan, and he happened to be in charge of the case, the two decided to cooperate to find out who released the virus at Glenn Medical Research Institute.

They had only just begun chatting.

Then I received a message from my subordinates saying that someone had called the police.

Then they came over.

Chris did not respond to Most immediately.

Most walked over to Chris, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and then squatted down.

He was afraid of smelling the roasted corpse.

He wasn't Chris; he'd seen far more disgusting scenes and was already used to this kind of situation.

"What's wrong? You're looking so closely, do you know these three guys?" Moster patted Chris on the shoulder and joked.

Chris shook his head.

"I don't know them."

Most was about to get up.

“But I’ve seen them.”

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"What?" Moster, who was about to stand up, squatted back down.

“When did you see them?” Moster asked.

Regardless of whether these three people are ordinary or not.

None of that matters now. What matters is the way they died, which was far too inhumane.

Before they arrived, reporters had already gotten there and taken photos.

It goes without saying that such an inhumane way of dying, once reported in the newspapers, would put a lot of pressure on the police department.

It would be good if the case could be solved sooner.

He originally needed to confirm the identities of the three people before he could begin solving the case.

Unexpectedly, Chris had seen them before.

Since he said he had seen them, it couldn't have been a long time ago.

Sure enough, Chris's answer confirmed his guess.

“Just last night,” Chris said.

Moster's face lit up with joy.

The forensic autopsy report just released indicates that these three people died last night.

Chris happened to have met them, so perhaps he could get some useful information from Chris.

"When and where did you meet her?"

"Just last night, on XX Street, these three guys were trying to rob an Asian man, and I stopped them."

“They were planning to rob an Asian man, and you stopped them. Is it possible that this was a revenge killing?”

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

"It's not impossible."

Most was somewhat surprised; he had expected Chris to object.

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

This guy is a person with a strong sense of justice.

Sometimes people are impulsive, but he is a friend worth getting to know deeply.

This is why the two are friends.

Why do you think that? Was that Asian man or woman? What did he look like? Can you tell me about the situation at the time?

“There’s nothing I can’t say,” Chris said.

"That Asian man is about the same height as me. Although he doesn't look as strong as me, he's not much weaker. His clothes are stretched out, which means he exercises regularly and his muscle mass under his clothes is not low."

"As for his age, he looks to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, a very handsome Asian man."

"Of course, the reason I suspect him is because I didn't see any panic on his face last night."

“Even if one of those three guys still has a gun,” Chris said.

It is very difficult for an ordinary person to remain calm if they encounter someone with a gun.

Because it means your life is in someone else's hands.

Last night, when Jiang Hao was surrounded by those three black men, he remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

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

Furthermore, since Jiang Hao had been robbed by these three men, he had a motive to retaliate against them, so it was reasonable for him to be a suspect, and it's no wonder that Chris would suspect Jiang Hao.

Moreover, Jiang Hao was taller and stronger than the three black men. Even if the three men had guns, it wasn't impossible for Jiang Hao to defeat them with his height advantage during the ambush.

Most is a veteran police officer with considerable experience.

Upon hearing Chris's words, he immediately realized that Jiang Hao, whom Chris mentioned, was highly suspicious.

"Do you remember what that person looked like? I can have someone hire a sketch artist to draw a portrait of him."

Chris nodded.

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

After all, someone is dead.

Chris didn't mind helping with this.

Soon, the sketch artist arrived, and based on Chris's description, a sketch portrait that was 90% similar to Jiang Hao was drawn.

All I can say is that the sketch artist is very professional.

Most took the portrait and glanced at it.

"He is indeed quite handsome. Now, let's find this guy."

"Are you so sure he's the killer?" Chris asked from the side.

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

"Sir, the identities of the three men have been confirmed. Here is their information." Just then, a police officer walked over with a computer.

On the computer screen was the identity information of the three ink-related individuals.

Most glanced at it and then looked away.

Because the identities of these three guys are no longer important.

The important thing is to find the murderer.

Chris glanced at it too.

Even without looking, he knew that those three Mos were definitely not good people.

Sure enough, when they saw that the three men had three prior convictions for rape.

Chris frowned immediately.

The charges were dismissed due to insufficient evidence.

But one thing is certain: these three guys definitely did it.

Otherwise, who would bother to sue them for no reason?

Deep down, I felt a sense of relief at their deaths, as if they were a good thing.

Meanwhile, Jiang Hao is suspected of being the murderer.