After the interrogation and investigation of the criminal gang involved in arms trafficking,
Lin Wendong was almost certain that the suspect in the 4·22 robbery and shooting case had purchased firearms from this gang.
He then traced the account the other party used to contact for buying the handgun, as well as the interdiary.
Since purchasing the guns, that account hadn't been accessed again.
Using the IP address of the account's last log-in, he pinpointed an area.
Additionally, starting with the interdiary, they peeled away layers of the case through investigation and evidence collection, interviewing local residents.
Eventually, they locked onto the criminal Zhao Dayang.
No matter how deeply he had hidden, the police finally found him through various clues, unraveling the mystery.
When he was caught, he was sowhat incredulous that the police had found him so quickly.
He had destroyed all the evidence and even survived the most dangerous period. Now, after so much ti had passed, with no clues left, how had the police traced it back to him?
He couldn't figure it out.
Not until all the evidence was laid bare before him did he realize what had happened.
The root of it all was because a fisherman had hooked a gun while fishing in the lake.
After Zhao Dayang's arrest, the 4·22 robbery and shooting case was officially closed.
A major case was put to rest with an emphatic full stop.
A single case unearthed so much, even leading to the takedown of an underground black market gang—it was an unexpected boon.
Cracking the major case also ant significant exposure for Lin Wendong.
And the most crucial figure was Fang Hao!
Without Fang Hao, not to ntion solving the case, they wouldn't even have had a lead to this day.
Hence, following the resolution of the 4·22 case, the police station once again recognized Fang Hao with a comndation and awarded him a cash prize of one hundred thousand.
But these were matters for later.
...
At this ti, Fang Hao was still worried about the changes happening to his body.
He didn't know whether these changes were good or bad.
Fearing problems from practicing the Innate Skill, he had stopped his training for the past couple of days.
At the sa ti, he had made an appointnt for a comprehensive examination at the hospital.
But the examination results showed he was healthier than anyone else, without a single issue with his body.
All the indicators were excellent.
Relieved by the test results, Fang Hao gradually set aside his worries.
He speculated that perhaps after reaching a certain stage in practicing the Innate Skill, his body required a large amount of energy in a short ti, which is why he had suddenly experienced a mont of weakness and debilitation.
It was what would be described in fantasy martial arts novels as a breakthrough.
Looking at the changes in his body, it seed to make sense.
Since that night, he felt that his physical strength had increased.
His vitality seed much improved.
Moreover, he noticed that his vision and hearing had also improved from before.
His reflexes had significantly sharpened.
One evening while showering, he looked in the mirror to find his physique had improved.
His muscles were more defined, with the hint of a six-pack becoming visible.
In the past, he never had any abs to speak of.
And he hadn't done any special training or gone to the gym.
It was just the daily practice of Innate Skill.
It was clear that these were the benefits of practicing Innate Skill.
"It seems like Innate Skill is genuinely valuable," Fang Hao realized.
This solidified his determination to continue practicing Innate Skill.
The items he received as rewards were also quality goods.
Like the Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills he had taken before—those really did replenish his energy significantly, leaving him feeling energetic, greeting the day with eagerness every morning.
As a young man full of vigor, this had left Fang Hao quite frustrated. Without a girlfriend, there wasn't much he could do.
He could only take cold showers early in the morning to calm himself down.
Maybe it was ti to find a girlfriend... No, better to stick with fishing.
What good is a girlfriend compared to the joy of fishing?
Besides, with a girlfriend, wouldn't he have to spend ti with her, leaving no ti for fishing?
He'd rather go fishing.
A fisherman doesn't need love.
Once he confird there was nothing wrong with his body,
Fang Hao's spirits lifted again.
He began to feel the urge to fish once more.
The last fishing gathering was abruptly cut short when they hooked a gun, so the ongoing pledge he made—about drinking the lake water if no fish were caught—needed to be addressed with his online community.
He had to carry on.
Certainly not by drinking lake water,
but by finding a new spot and continuing to fish.
Since there wasn't much else to do (and even if there was, he'd pretend not to notice), he decided he would go fishing later.
Early on in the water friends and fan group, a bunch had already been clamoring to join Fang Hao for fishing.
This group was ford spontaneously during the last fishing gathering.
They had added Fang Hao to the mix.
So, he was part of the group.
Usually, Fang Hao would mute the group chat.
The notifications were far too many—if he didn't, he'd receive several ssages every second.
Muting the group was a way to avoid being disturbed.
Fang Hao opened up the group chat and made himself known.
He sent a ssage.
"Guys, I'm planning to go fishing today."
"Just go if you want to fish, no one's stopping you," one group mber thought this guy was kind of funny.
But the next second, when they saw who was speaking, they were all surprised.
"Holy shit."
"It's Hao-bro!"
"Hao-bro, where are you fishing today? Take us with you."
"Hao-bro, if you didn't show up again, we'd have thought you were arrested."
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