I'm a policeman! Why do I have all the skills of a king?

Chapter 35 An Old Photo
In the photo, the young figure of Fu Weimin is vivid.

Between his eyebrows, there was a handsome temperament like a newborn calf, and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, as if the glory of that era was frozen in this moment.

A military green coat makes him look even more heroic.

He had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and was looking into the distance with his slightly narrowed eyes, as if he was thinking about something deep.

Behind me is a viewing lake, and there seems to be some unmelted ice in the lake.

The lake and the ice reflect the sky and clouds, like a broken mirror, magical and profound.

In the hazy place on the other side of the lake, you can vaguely see an ancient and elegant landscape tower standing there, which really adds a bit of poetry and mystery to the picture.

I have to say that this photo of Fu Weimin when he was young is quite charming.

The date of shooting is clearly printed in the lower right corner of the photo - March 1997, 3.

Liang Yu's gaze was fixed on the photo, with a gleam of inquiry and thought in his eyes.

He tried to interpret some of Fu Weimin's past stories from this frozen picture.

Fu's mother noticed his concentration and explained curiously:

"That was the only photo of him before we got married. I once asked where it was taken, but his eyes were red and he refused to say anything. Since then, I have never asked again."

Liang Yu suddenly looked at her and asked inexplicably:
"Auntie, does your lover speak standard Mandarin? Does he have any special accent?"

Mother Fu was a little confused after hearing this, but she still answered seriously:
"He speaks in a very standard way, with an accent lighter than our local dialect."

Liang Yu nodded and searched for a long time, but found no valuable clues.

He held up the phone and the old photo and asked:

"Can I take these with me first? Don't worry, I will keep them safe and return them in a few days."

After hearing this, Fu's mother looked at the slightly empty room, sighed helplessly, and waved her hand:
"The person has passed away. Leaving these things behind will only make people sad. If you think they are useful, take them."

Although there was a hint of sadness in her words, there was also a sense of indifference.

Back in the office, Liang Yu sat in front of the computer and took out the cigarettes and charger he had just bought from his pocket.

Fu Weimin had lost his mobile phone charger long ago, so he had to go to the department store and buy a new one.

It took me a long time to find a matching one, which was not easy.

After charging his phone, Liang Yu opened the box of cigarettes a little awkwardly.

"Captain Liang, don't you not smoke?"

Across the desk, colleague Zhou Yonggang asked in confusion.

However, Liang Yu, who was thinking, ignored it.

He slowly took out a cigarette, picked up the old photo, and looked at it back and forth.

Zhou Yonggang became even more confused. He walked behind Liang Yu and started observing him.

"Isn't this cigarette Sun Island? Not many people smoke it!"

He saw the words on the cigarette and blurted them out. Then he realized something and asked in surprise:
"Captain, you're not comparing the smoke in the photos, are you?"

Fu Weimin in the photo is still clear, but the words on the cigarette are vague and ordinary people can't see them at all.

But Liang Yu can do it!
Moreover, the cigarettes that Fu Weimin was smoking in the photo were Sun Island brand cigarettes!
"Brother Gang, have you ever smoked this?"

Liang Yu did not answer but asked instead, because he knew that his colleague was a heavy smoker.

"I've only smoked this cigarette once. There aren't many people here who like it. This is a specialty of Songjiang Province, and it's mostly smoked by people there!"

Hearing this, Liang Yu was startled, and he asked:

"In my impression, people from Songjiang don't have an accent, do they?"

Zhou Yonggang was stunned by the question. What on earth is going on?!

He thought about it and answered truthfully:
"Well, there are some dialects, but it's very close to Mandarin."

At this time, Liang Yu almost had the answer in his mind. In this old photo from more than 20 years ago, he found several clues that seemed to solve the mystery of Fu Weimin's identity.

First of all, the photo is taken at the end of March.

Fu Weimin was wearing a military coat, and although his chest was open, it was obvious that the temperature was low.

The fact that there was still unmelted ice in the lake behind him also indirectly confirmed this point.

Therefore, it can be basically determined that the location of the photo is a northern city.

Secondly, according to his colleague Zhou Yonggang, combined with Fu Weimin's standard accent, the scope can be narrowed down to Songjiang Province.

Finally, it was the viewing tower behind Fu Weimin. Liang Yu had to use a lot of effort to see the three words on it clearly.

Wangjiang Pavilion!!!
Moreover, what he saw was a three-dimensional image of Wangjiang Pavilion.

Liang Yu opened the search software and entered the term "Wangjiang Pavilion in Songjiang Province", and two different scenic spots appeared.

After comparing it with the image in my eyes, I finally determined that the background of Fu Weimin’s photo was the Taiqi City Park in Songjiang Province!!
In this case, Fu Weimin must have appeared in Taichi City in 1997.

As to whether he is a local, we need to verify with the police in Taichi.

This will be a very important clue for this case.

The value of the photos has been fully exploited, and the phone’s battery is almost fully charged, at least it can be turned on.

Liang Yu put the photo aside and couldn't wait to open his mobile phone.

After a shrill ringtone, Fu Weimin's cell phone slowly started up.

The SIM card has been cancelled and is invalid, and there is no so-called smart software in it.

Liang Yu’s target was very clear: first, the contacts in the phone book, then the call records, and finally the text messages and memos.

However, after more than ten minutes, Liang Yu shook his head helplessly.

He had almost torn this antique phone to pieces, but still couldn't find any valuable clues.

It seems that our last hope can only lie in the city of Taichi.

Wubai City, Hamshan Province.

A young man was driving the car with an older couple sitting in the back seat.

"Son, stop walking. It wastes a lot of gas. Let's find a place to eat later."

The old woman said this but her eyes were fixed on the window, looking around.

"What are you eating? We haven't been open for almost a year. Save some money. You won't starve if you skip a meal!"

The old man next to him looked disgusted and scolded in dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, the young man driving the car got furious.

He slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road, turning back and shouting:

"Old man, did you spoil me? Speak nicely to my mother next time, or I'll kill you right away!"

He glared at the other person fiercely, then turned around and asked:

"Mom, what do you want to eat? Your son will take you there."

But before I could get a reply, there was a knock on the window.

The three people in the car looked in the direction of the sound, and all of them were startled and broke out in cold sweats instantly.

Outside the car, a traffic policeman said with a serious expression:

"No parking allowed here, please drive away immediately!"

"Hey, good."

The young man didn't even raise his head, immediately shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out like a rocket.

(End of this chapter)