In the office computers, the police officers collected evidence of money laundering operations by this group.
This was a surprise raid, and the money laundering gang was caught completely off guard, with much of the evidence on their computers not even having time to be cleared.
After arresting more than eighty criminals involved in the money laundering operation and bringing them back to the police station, the police interrogated them separately.
With too many suspects to interrogate and severe staff shortages, Xu Mo and Chen Ke had to participate in the questioning as well.
Because this criminal gang was large in number and they hadn't had time to coordinate their stories beforehand, the interrogations went exceptionally smoothly, with one psychologically weak person after another confessing to their crimes.
As a result, though they had only arrested these people in the afternoon, the interrogations were completed by evening.
From these suspects' testimonies, the police learned that the more than eighty people arrested were merely low-level operatives - they were just hired employees carrying out tasks, all accomplices, and none of them were core members. The real big fish of the money laundering gang weren't among those arrested in this operation.
Merely catching these small fry was meaningless, as the core members of the money laundering gang hadn't been captured. They could quickly recruit another batch of people like this and continue their illegal activities.
Fortunately, among those arrested was someone who had seen the gang's core members - the man in the suit who had met with Wang Hai at the coffee shop. He provided crucial information to the police.
In the interrogation room.
"You say you were coerced?"
"Yes, I would never dare to do anything illegal willingly," the man in the suit nodded. "But they were holding my wife and child hostage, they forced me to rent an office space, forced me to recruit people for them..."
As he spoke, he pulled open his shirt, pointing to the scars on his body: "Look, these are all from their beatings!"
Xu Mo caught the key point in this statement.
"So you've seen the masterminds behind this money laundering gang?"
"I'm not sure if the ones I met were the masterminds, I only saw two men. Every month they would put a hood over my head and drive me to see my family. Usually, we communicated through wireless earpieces."
"What did these two men look like? Can you describe them?" Li Yunfei asked.
"Yes!"
Hearing this, Li Yunfei immediately called for the police sketch artist.
The man began to describe.
"One of them had a crew cut, was thin, had small eyes, triangular-shaped eyes, single eyelids, and a slightly flat nose..."
As he described, the sketch artist drew.
"Like this?"
"No, the eyes need to be smaller."
"How about this?"
"Still not right, it doesn't quite look like him."
"..."
At that moment, a notification sound rang in Xu Mo's mind.
"You have successfully captured the criminal Wang Hai, receiving reward - Composite Sketch Technique!"
Almost instantly after the notification ended, a wealth of composite sketching knowledge flooded into Xu Mo's mind.
Xu Mo, who previously knew nothing about drawing, suddenly mastered the skill of composite sketching.
He could even visualize the appearance of the crew-cut man with triangular eyes from the suspect's description.
With nothing else to do, Xu Mo picked up a ballpoint pen from the desk and began drawing on a blank page in his notebook.
He drew quickly and skillfully, sketching out the basic facial features of the triangular-eyed man in just a few strokes.
At this point, the local police sketch artist had only finished drawing one eye and was working on the nose.
"Does this look like him?"
The man in the suit looked carefully and then shook his head: "His nose was even flatter than that."
The artist had to continue making adjustments.
After drawing the nose a second time, he held up his sketch pad and showed it to the man in the suit again: "How about this?"
The man in the suit still shook his head: "Not right, that's too flat..."
"I'll adjust it again."
Just then, Xu Mo held up his notebook, facing the man in the suit: "Does this look like him?"
Hearing this, both the sketch artist and Li Yunfei, who had been modifying the sketch, looked up at Xu Mo, somewhat bewildered.
Xu Mo could sketch too?
Unlike the sketch artist, who had only completed the face outline and one eye, with the nose still being modified in the same amount of time, Xu Mo had already completed the entire face.
The man in the suit looked at the portrait Xu Mo had drawn and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly it! It's identical!"
Hearing this, Li Yunfei and the sketch artist in the interrogation room were even more confused.
Xu Mo had actually drawn it correctly!?
The sketch artist looked down at his half-finished work, then at Xu Mo's completed portrait, feeling shocked. He slowly put down his sketchpad and pencil, clearing his throat awkwardly.
As a professional sketch artist, his professional skills had just been completely outclassed by an outsider...
Isn't this humiliating? He might as well let Xu Mo be the sketch artist!
He had only finished half his drawing while Xu Mo had completed his, and not only was Xu Mo fast, but he had gotten it right on the first try! Without any revisions at all.
Keep in mind, they were drawing a complete stranger, based only on the simple description from the man in the suit, and Xu Mo had gotten it right on the first attempt - it was incredible!
"There's another one, the other man was slightly chubby, also had a crew cut, and had a scar on his face..." seeing that Xu Mo had already drawn one of them, the man in the suit continued.
Xu Mo first tore out the completed portrait from his notebook and handed it to Li Yunfei, then began working on the second sketch.
After receiving the portrait, Li Yunfei immediately left the interrogation room to run the image through the facial recognition database to check the person's identity.
While Xu Mo was drawing, the sketch artist, not wanting to be outdone, took a new piece of paper and began drawing as well.
Wanting to compete with Xu Mo, he kept glancing over at Xu Mo's work.
But what he saw was astounding - Xu Mo's speed was mind-boggling.
Despite drawing someone they'd never seen, working only from verbal descriptions of facial features, Xu Mo was drawing even faster than someone sketching from a live model!
By the time the sketch artist had barely started, Xu Mo had already completed most of his drawing.
"I can't even draw this fast with a live model in front of me!" The sketch artist thought to himself. "What kind of monster is this Xu Mo? Where did he study?" It seemed his services wouldn't be needed this time... The sketch artist rubbed his nose and simply put down his pencil, giving up.
Moving his chair closer to Xu Mo, he began carefully observing Xu Mo's sketching technique.
A minute later, Xu Mo finished.
He held up his notebook again: "Is this what he looked like?"
"Yes! That's him! Exactly him!" the man in the suit nodded again.
The sketch artist beside them swallowed in despair.
Getting it right on the first try once was one thing, but to do it twice in a row with zero mistakes...
Especially considering that Xu Mo wasn't even using a sketch pencil - he was drawing directly with a ballpoint pen! That showed an incredible level of confidence in his sketching ability!
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