RPAGF Chapter 82 Catching the Butcher
Chapter 82 Catching the Butcher
Lam Kwok-hung said seriously, "I am also speaking from the perspective of the women of Hong Kong Island. This murderer is extremely vicious. I am afraid that you will have nightmares after seeing him, so it is better not to watch for the time being."
Just then, an ambulance arrived and drove straight up the mountain.
The female reporter, quick-witted, asked, "Superintendent Lin, we just saw an ambulance arrive. Is anyone injured at the scene?"
Lin Guoxiong said, "You're really smart. We have a female police officer who risked her life to get close to the suspect and was injured."
"How badly is the policewoman injured? Our viewers are very concerned about her," the female reporter said.
Lin Guoxiong said with a solemn expression, "You don't need to worry about that. Our police officers are all professionally trained. This time, thanks to her, we were able to capture this murderer in the rainy night in one fell swoop."
Since she's his goddaughter anyway, Lin Guoxiong doesn't mind giving her extra credit.
Don't let the rich water flow to outsiders' fields.
When the female reporter realized she couldn't get any more exciting information, she put away her microphone.
Lin Guoxiong seemed to have not yet finished speaking, "Hey, don't you have any questions for me? Like, how did our police find this rainy night killer, and how did we deploy our forces?"
The female reporter rolled her eyes: "Isn't the police supposed to issue a statement about this? Bye!"
The female reporter turned to the cameraman and asked, "Which hospital did that ambulance belong to? Did you see it clearly?"
"It looks like it's from Ho Chiu Chi Hospital." A flash of white light appeared on the cameraman's glasses.
The female reporter grabbed the reporter and said, "Quick, let's go to He Qiuqi Hospital."
The cameraman looked confused: "Didn't they say a police officer was injured?"
The female reporter blinked: "I guarantee that the murderer in the rainy night must be seriously injured, otherwise Superintendent Lin wouldn't be so secretive. Right now, nobody knows what the murderer looks like. If we can get some firsthand photos, tomorrow's front page headline will be ours!"
Everyone says that the police in Hong Kong work incredibly hard, but the paparazzi in Hong Kong work even harder.
"No pain, no gain!" (I found myself spontaneously singing in Hokkien.)
. . . . . .
A black and white AE86 sped through the streets of Saigon.
Li Jian gripped the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other on Fan Shuwa's thigh. "Are you alright?"
In the past, Fan Shuwa would definitely have retorted, "My neck is injured, why are you touching my thigh?"
But today.
Fan Shuwa looked at Li Jian with deep affection: "Brother Jian, thank you."
Do we still need to say thank you to each other?
Li Jian chuckled.
Fan Shuwa felt that her choice was right. When she was at her most desperate, Li Jian was like the Monkey King, a god descending to earth, who defeated the great demon.
"Brother Jian, how did you find me?"
Fan Shuwa gradually calmed down. "With such heavy rain and no streetlights, it was pitch black, and I couldn't tell which way was which."
Li Jian stated frankly, "I used three U.S. military satellites."
"Ugh! Why don't you just say you have special abilities?"
Fan Shuwa pouted and protested, then looked at Li Jian's face from a hundred meters away and said, "Although I know you're lying, I think this is the most romantic lie I've ever heard in my life."
Li Jian: "......"
Why is it that no one ever believes the truth?
What is the most basic trust between people?
Fan Shuwa looked at Li Jian's shoulder from 1000 meters away and waved to him.
Li Jian opened his mouth and shouted, "Guess how many abs I have?"
Count from top to bottom.
One or two.
34.
Five or six.
Seven or eight.
When the topic turned to his ninth abs, Li Jian unconsciously raised his chin and challenged, "I have nine abs, how about that, impressive, right?"
Fan Shuwa snorted twice: "You bad guy, what's so great about having abs?"
talking.
Fan Shuwa turned and left, the two of them about 10,000 meters apart.
A taxi drove up from a distance.
The driver rubbed his eyes: "Strange, there was clearly a woman in the passenger seat of that AE86 just now, how come she disappeared as soon as we got close? Could it be a ghost?"
The driver shivered and quickly began chanting Amitabha Buddha's name.
. . . . . .
The butcher of the rainy night was caught.
The Major Crimes Unit is busy again.
Zhang Haowen led a team that found many horrifying things in Lin Guoyu's residence.
Hundreds of bloody photos of women, countless pictures of naked women, eight videotapes, and three glass jars (two of which contained that, and one contained Want Want steamed buns).
I heard that some police officers vomited when they saw these things.
Zhang Haowen's mouth wasn't as tight-lipped as Lin Guoxiong's.
This case immediately caused a sensation throughout Hong Kong Island.
The next day's front-page headline was: "Butcher Lin Guoyu murders several women in the rainy night with cruel methods..."
Hong Kong Island is constantly making headlines.
Robbery, murder, and acts against women's will occur daily.
But this is the first time I've seen something so inhumane, treating people like livestock to be slaughtered.
In particular, Lin Guoyu recorded these events in the form of photos and videotapes.
For a while.
Many media outlets swarmed in like flies drawn to blood.
This brought the case of the Rain Night Butcher to another climax!
It even alarmed the Commissioner of Police, who personally called to inquire about the matter.
Lin Guoyu is the eye of the storm in this case.
He was lying in the intensive care unit of He Qiuqi Hospital at the moment, with more than a dozen police officers guarding the door, not because they were worried that Lin Guoyu would escape.
After all, with all five legs fractured, unless he cultivates the divine skill of the Carefree Marquis, he will be bedridden for the rest of his life.
These officers are primarily there to keep out the intrusive reporters.
Just last night.
Nancy, a female reporter from the Meat Jump News, and her cameraman ambushed each other at the hospital.
Disguised as a hospital staff member.
They took a large number of photos and videos of Lin Guoyu.
These photos and videos appeared on the front page of the Meat Jump newspaper early in the morning, causing a huge sensation.
Hong Kong Island residents engaged in heated discussions about the police's enforcement efforts.
Most people chose to support the Hong Kong Island Police.
they think.
To deal with this kind of serial killer, we have to go to extremes and wish we could use all ten of the most cruel tortures on him in turn.
Some even suggested physically castrating Lin Guoyu.
Cut off the roots!
For every person who supports it, there is someone who opposes it.
They believe that Hong Kong Island police officers are not ordinary people and should not bring ordinary emotions into their cases, let alone use violence.
Even if the other party is a heinous criminal, law enforcement should still be carried out in a civilized manner.
Let the law judge criminals.
Instead of the police resorting to vigilante justice to vent their personal grievances.
Lin Guoxiong is having a headache over this matter.
He called Li Jian over: "Jian, this is troublesome. A reporter from the Meat Jump Daily somehow got hold of photos of Lin Guoxiong's injury, and now the newspapers are buzzing about it. Even Deputy Director Li personally called to inquire about the matter."
Li Jian shrugged: "I'm a policeman, catching thieves and handling cases, what's the problem?"
Lin Guoxiong said with great distress: "Of course there is no problem with handling the case, but this time you went too far. Lin Guoyu was beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him."
I heard from that doctor that I'll be bedridden for the rest of my life and unable to take care of myself.
Li Jian said with a wicked grin, "I was very careful. He's lucky he didn't kill me. You saw it yourself, if it had been a minute later, your goddaughter would have died. I was just doing a public service!"
Besides, what does it have to do with me that the psychopathic killer is unable to take care of himself? If you ask me, it's all the fault of those doctors for their poor medical skills.
Who knows, maybe in a couple of years, with advancements in medicine, the murderer will be alive and kicking again.