"What then? There's no doctor here!"
Everyone was extremely anxious. I squatted on the ground and patted the man's body forcefully: "Tell me, how can we get out of here!"
"Below, there's a passage in the stairs, below me..."
The man said it with difficulty. I think from this moment on, he had joined our side. I signaled everyone to check the place where the man had crawled out. Indeed, we found an entrance there. Everyone picked up their weapons and headed downwards. Xia Hou carried the man and followed us.
When we emerged from the other side of the graveyard, we found ourselves on a beach. Our mobile phone signals were restored here, but there was no need to call for backup anymore. We circled around the graveyard and returned to our parked police cars. We assigned some people to search for surveillance cameras and footprints nearby. We had to find Zhao Shisan as soon as possible, because this guy might know the locations of other porphyria patients.
Back at the provincial department, we still couldn't find the man's identity. As before, his information did not appear in the household registration database. I punched the information desk in frustration: "These bastards must have had plastic surgery! I wonder which cosmetic surgeon created these masterpieces."
"Their team should have someone talented in cosmetic surgery. If they change their faces regularly, it will be very difficult for us to determine their identities!" He Xin said sadly to me.
At this moment, I shook my head: "Don't worry, I still have a way!"
Countless images and details flashed through my mind like an electric current. I was actually recalling some content from the secret manual my grandfather gave me, and I found a method.
This method had been used before. It was actually a restoration technique, but this time I was going to use it on a living person.
But I knew the man wouldn't cooperate with me. I called He Qing: "Brother, I need your help with something..."
Twenty minutes later, the man had been hypnotized by He Qing. He lay on the iron rack as if in a deep sleep. This was a laboratory in the provincial department. I had already explained to Xie Chuchu and Zhang Keying that this was not a corpse, otherwise, I was really worried they would dissect him on the spot.
I gently touched the man's skull. After mastering the proportions and certain contours of his skull, I closed my eyes and restored it in my mind. Then, I took out a pencil and drew on white paper simultaneously. In just a few minutes, a man's face appeared on the paper. This guy looked quite handsome!
I took the drawing back to He Xin: "He Xin, can you help me with this!"
"Wow, you actually managed to restore his original appearance!"
"Of course. No matter how many times a person has plastic surgery, their appearance can change, but the structure of their skull cannot!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" He Xin excitedly searched the facial recognition system in the household registration database. Soon, she pressed the keyboard forcefully, and the man's identity information appeared!
"Hu Ruifeng, 35 years old, from Changsha City, Hunan Province. He came to Guangming City three years ago and worked as a caregiver in a hospital. He disappeared a year ago and no one has known his whereabouts since. So this guy had plastic surgery!"
With this, we could use the same method on Alice.
A day later, we discovered that Alice's original name was Yuan Yuzhu. Like Hu Ruifeng, she was also from Hunan. Was this a coincidence?
We discussed it in the conference room and finally decided that we must go to Hunan, their hometown this time. I drew two circles on the whiteboard because when we were investigating their family relationships, we found that both of them had been held in a local mental hospital in Panhe Town.
But now, they don't seem to have any mental problems. How did these two people end up in Guangming City?
We had asked them this question before, but their answer was that they came here to make a living.
I immediately knew they were lying. They didn't want to admit their identities at first, but we had already found the plastic surgeon. He came to the provincial department that day. I first brought him to Alice. The doctor looked into the detention room where Alice was from behind a guardrail. He quickly told me: "Yes, this person had me reconstruct her face to look like a foreigner. But later, she asked me to add more features, and then I drew this face from my imagination."
"Thank you, Dr. Huang. Didn't you know they had porphyria before?"
"We're in business, we don't care about porphyria or not. As long as there's money, we're willing to make our clients look like Jay Chou!"
I was speechless. I took Dr. Huang to another detention room and had him identify another person from behind the guardrail.
When he saw Hu Ruifeng, he seemed to have no impression. But after looking closely, he said, "No wonder I thought of it. This person must have had plastic surgery around the same time. That's right, besides them, dozens of people came around that time, and my business started to boom!"
"At that time, did you notice that these people's faces or skin were very pale, and that they didn't sweat?" I asked.
Dr. Huang frowned, closed his eyes, and made a hissing sound. He tapped his temples with two pen-like fingers, as if thinking deeply. After a while, he replied, "I didn't notice until you mentioned it. That's right, those people all looked sickly. I did have doubts at the time, why did so many people suddenly come for plastic surgery? But my business wasn't good then, and of course, I wouldn't refuse any business!"
Later, I checked Dr. Huang's information and found that his skills were excellent. Although the hospital was ordinary, its reputation was very good. Perhaps that group of porphyria patients sought him out for this reason.
I observed Dr. Huang many times and found no flaws. This person should not have colluded with the porphyria patients, but I still had someone keep an eye on him.
This task was assigned to Xiao Yuande. The rest of us got into a police van that night. We, the Punishment Group, set off for Hunan.
We drove at breakneck speed. Although we no longer had the skilled driver Gao Mingqiang, Xia Hou and I were also good drivers. When we were tired, we let Liu Yuning and others take over.
Although Liu Yuning was silent now, she had not lost her past practical skills.