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One more thing, from a personal standpoint, Wallace Franklin hopes to give Nancy Dawson another chance. Let him come back as someone cooperating with the investigation, not as a wanted criminal.

In this matter, Nancy Dawson is merely a victim who witnessed his sister’s death. Wallace Franklin doesn’t know why he chose to run away, even at all costs, but judging from the fact that he didn’t harm any hostages, he probably isn’t a bad person.

Sometimes, destroying a person’s life is just too easy, because society is so harsh.

Most of Nancy Dawson’s life has already been wasted, and he’s still so young—he mustn’t repeat the same mistakes. Wallace Franklin feels compassion for him. This is also his responsibility.

Wallace Franklin’s gaze became resolute as he said, “Nancy Dawson’s emotions must be very unstable right now. We have to find him as soon as possible! Otherwise, if he acts on impulse, he’ll only go further down the wrong path!”

·

Listening to the police officers analyze the whole process, netizens didn’t know how to express their feelings. They had prepared themselves to believe Nancy Dawson was the culprit, and were utterly convinced of it, only to be hit hard by the truth.

Putting themselves in the situation, they might even doubt the case report given by the police.

…Not might—they actually did.

“There are a lot of experts in the pursuer team too. I thought Trident would just send a bunch of nobodies, but their quality is actually pretty good.”

“Calling them nobodies? You must not know that the commander here, Wallace Franklin, is also a top dog with a score of 85. In terms of experience, he’s even better than many geniuses.”

“They figured out so quickly that Nancy Dawson isn’t the culprit, but that means they can’t issue a wanted notice. Doesn’t that make the game harder?”

“These two weren’t killed by Harry Forrest? The brainwashing I got said otherwise. [Full of question marks]”

“I’m starting to suspect Harry Forrest really is innocent. The police should be reopening the investigation, right? Has any related intel leaked?”

“Stop believing in ‘insider information’ so easily. Real ‘insider info’ won’t leak before it’s decided to be made public.”

·

The murder scene had already been fully analyzed, and Wallace Franklin and the others were now focusing on tracking down Nancy Dawson’s whereabouts. However, this was something they couldn’t rush.

Finally, the technician pulled up the purchase and call records from Tiffany Dawson’s phone.

The technician tapped heavily on the computer, zoomed in on the page, and said, “Nancy Dawson used her phone to call a taxi, and the last call was with that driver. We’ve already contacted the driver, who said he dropped the person off near the central business district. Also, Nancy Dawson bought five bus tickets to different destinations on the Ministry of Railways website.”

A player stroked his chin and said, “She bought tickets but went to the city center instead—those are completely different directions. Is she trying to mislead us?”

“You’ll have to check that yourselves,” the technician said. “We’ve actually moved pretty fast. According to the female victim’s bank card records, the most recent transaction was just fifteen minutes ago.”

“Who was it?”

Technician: “I’m asking now.”

The technician rubbed his eyes, and after a moment, replied, “That person is… oh, he’s a shop owner in the business district. He said Nancy Dawson didn’t have a bank card, bought a set of clothes from him, and exchanged them for five thousand yuan in cash. So, Nancy Dawson is very likely still in the city center.”

Someone asked, “Can we precisely locate Tiffany Dawson’s phone?”

The technician said, “The phone taken is an iOS system, so direct location is tricky and we don’t have time. Plus, since Nancy Dawson has already withdrawn the money, I don’t think someone as smart as her would keep the victim’s phone on her for long and leave us clues.”

“Then we’ll have to check the surveillance footage. Since we know the time, place, and person, we should be able to find the target in the footage.”

Julian Grant mercilessly crushed his confidence: “The city center is extremely crowded, and today is a holiday, so the area is packed with people. Don’t forget, the opposing player is highly intelligent—she probably chose a drop-off point that avoids the main surveillance cameras but is right in the middle of the crowd. That means we’d have to check all the surrounding surveillance footage. With so many people, how long would it take you to find the fugitive? Do you know if she’s walking on the street or sitting in a car? Are you sure the cameras will even catch her face?”

Another person interjected, “Even without a clear face, we know the fugitive’s height, build, and clothing, which can be used as reference. As long as we track the target’s movement, with the city’s comprehensive surveillance system, we should be able to carry out the manhunt in an orderly way, right?”

Hearing such naive and relaxed comments, several professionals couldn’t even muster a smile—they didn’t know where to start explaining.

Did they think checking surveillance was like watching TV? Easy and fun? With snacks and soda on the side?

Using surveillance to pinpoint the fugitive’s exact location would definitely put them at a disadvantage.

“No,” Julian Grant’s voice remained steady, “You don’t know what she’s wearing, and as for her build, that can be disguised with clothes and posture. If she blends into the crowd, you won’t recognize her at all.”

Everyone turned to look at him.

Julian Grant walked to the shoe cabinet and pointed at the footprints on the floor, saying, “Nancy Dawson changed her shoes here before leaving.”

“That’s right. Because her shoes had blood on the soles, she switched to the male owner’s shoes.”

“No, she probably put on the male owner’s slippers first, went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes,” Julian Grant turned to point at the bedroom door, “Disguising herself is a crucial part of escaping. Since she could calmly set up the scene, she definitely would have thought of this. And we don’t even know what clothes are in the male victim’s wardrobe.”

Some people sighed in frustration, “Right. So checking surveillance is basically aimless. What do we do then?”

“Isn’t that what we’re discussing?”

Someone said anxiously, “The more we discuss, the more time we waste! Every minute counts, let’s get moving, comrades!”

This comment sparked a variety of voices in the channel. Impatient players were already getting restless.

“Who doesn’t know to move? But if you don’t plan, how do you act? Are a hundred people just going to do their own thing?”

“Guarding the bus stations, train stations, and airport is always a good idea, right? I’ve been waiting outside for ages, can you give me something to do?”

“Hey, stop making trouble! Everyone arguing, just shut up!”

The scene actually became chaotic. Wallace Franklin and the others looked grim, and the netizens were left speechless and confused.

“Seems like it really is hard to catch her. [Whispering]”

“A bunch of scattered troops—the more people, the more chaos. Even the professionals can’t handle it.”

“There are already a hundred people in this ‘scattered troop,’ not to mention the technical staff Trident provided for free. What they lack most now is manpower. Screening takes a lot of time and people, especially when dealing with a tricky criminal who keeps throwing out misleading information. Do you know how many people are in a criminal investigation squad? Before the case blew up, there were less than thirty people chasing Harry Forrest, and that was already going all out.”

“By the way, I’ve noticed Quincy keeps quietly speaking up for the big shots. Maybe he’s a spy.”

“Don’t you think Quincy has lost his silly vibe and become mature and reliable since leaving the big shots? I almost don’t recognize him.”

“Quincy was always Trident’s inspector—not just anyone can do that! The big shots just dragged him down! [Wake up, everyone!]”

·

Wallace Franklin didn’t scold them. For this temporary, unfamiliar team, it wasn’t appropriate to use the leadership style from within the system—he was too strict, which would only cause backlash.

Wallace Franklin didn’t say a single unnecessary word. After thinking through the plan, he went straight to assigning tasks.

“For the main train stations and bus stations in City A, we need people to check them. Two people for each small bus station. Four for each large station. Six to ten people per group for train stations. You can ask relevant staff for help. Players who are close to these places, start signing up now.”

Wallace Franklin drew red lines on the list on his computer, quickly assigning tasks to several people.

A player raised his hand and asked, “What about the highway entrances? The fugitive might steal a car and leave through one.”

“Highway entrances?” Julian Grant rejected the idea, “Do you know how many highway entrances there are in each district of City A? Today is the Qingming public holiday, highways are toll-free, most staff are off duty, and all the tourist vehicles are stuck in traffic. If you check every entrance, it’ll cause serious traffic jams and public panic. Plus, where would we get the manpower? What reason would we use to apply for such a large-scale search?”