There were no other witnesses, so I had to turn back and ask the boy, "Do you remember what that brother looked like? How old was he?"
"He was a bit older than me, I guess over 15, but I'm not sure. He was tall and strong, wore stylish clothes, but had a very flashy baseball cap on..."
Based on his description, I sketched down the person's physical characteristics. Regardless of whether the boy saw the real suspect, we would check it out when we returned. Upon arriving at the provincial department, we showed the portrait to He Xin for an investigation. The person's identity was quickly confirmed. We also captured his movements going to the supermarket at the time of the incident through "Heaven's Eye." He exited from an aisle not far from the supermarket's warehouse. Although his movements were cautious and the spot was hidden, a surveillance camera still managed to record his escape. Among the numerous surveillance feeds, we analyzed his gait and posture details using graphic forensics technology and finally identified a person named Zhao Qingsheng. This individual was 20 years old, a student in the physics department at Jiaohua University in Guangming City.
It turned out he was a student. We asked the boy who witnessed it to identify him, and he confirmed it was indeed this person. Therefore, we applied for a summons and went to Zhao Qingsheng's university. With the help of some professors, we found Zhao Qingsheng still fast asleep in his dormitory.
What happened wasn't as dramatic as in some films. Zhao Qingsheng was sleeping soundly and was arrested by our men. He seemed unaware that we were already onto him.
We found the controller he had used previously in his desk drawer. After comparison by the forensics department, it was found to be capable of controlling drones. Although its appearance was not much different from a remote-controlled car controller, if it had an additional layer of disguise that we couldn't see through, then Zhao Qingsheng would have underestimated us too much.
When he was brought back to the provincial department's interrogation room, Zhao Qingsheng exclaimed in surprise, "How did you find me? I thought I was being very discreet!"
"Heh, isn't admitting it so quickly practically a confession?" Liu Yuning taunted.
"I... You've found my drone controller, I know I can't deny it!"
Liu Yuning said, "Good that you're being sensible. Our forensics team has confirmed that controller is for operating drones! Now, tell us how you got it."
"I actually didn't want to. Things are a bit complicated, I don't know how to explain it to you." Zhao Qingsheng said awkwardly. From his outward reaction, I didn't think he was a perverted scientist. On the contrary, he seemed somewhat helpless.
"Take your time, we'll listen carefully!" I advised. He seemed to relax a little, then began to recall. After a while, he said, "Actually, it's not as complicated as you imagine. It's all my own fault due to my personality. I'm a top student in the academy, but I'm a bit of a loner, so people don't really like me. This made me more and more isolated. Even with excellent academic performance, I couldn't find any sense of achievement. People remained wary of me. When I went on stage to speak in class, they looked at me with disdain. In the dormitory, no one talked to me, so I could only play games or read. Once, someone even asked in a group chat why I always walked alone. I was so embarrassed! That's not what I wanted. Later, someone said in the class group chat that I was a weirdo. In high school, I was nicknamed 'freak.' No matter how smart I was, no one wanted to be my friend.
Of course, I was angry when I heard this, but there was nothing I could do. I could only block the group directly. After that, I found that people communicated with me even less, and even kept their distance when they saw me. I even noticed that the teachers started doing the same. I initially wanted to drop out and leave school, but thinking about how hard my parents worked to send me to school, I persevered.
However, I continued to live under constant pressure. Until recently, I met a classmate, a girl. She was different from other students. She was very polite to me and said she admired my knowledge. We met at the library, and then exchanged contact information. This girl wasn't particularly attractive, but she seemed to understand my mind very well and we had a lot in common. Her name was Chi Lingxuan, and she was my senior.
She said she had heard about me at school for a long time and that it wasn't my fault. It was just that those ordinary people couldn't understand the personalities of people with our kind of physics talent. Later, I realized my senior sister had the same personality and situation as me. She was also ostracized at school, but had great talent in physics.
We were like a match made in heaven. Since we met, we've been together almost every day. We liked to date in the library and near the tree-lined paths, but what we mainly did was study and communicate. This continued for about half a year until recently. The reason I got that controller was because my senior sister gave it to me. She asked me to do something for her. I admired her immensely at the time and couldn't refuse. Moreover, I didn't know what specific harm it would cause. This time, thankfully, no one was injured..."
"You're saying the controller wasn't made by you? Your senior sister, can you still contact her?" I asked.
"Yes, the 12th number in my phone's contact list is hers. I still don't know why she wanted me to do this." Zhao Qingsheng said awkwardly. I thought this was another case of blind admiration. Rather than saying he was in love, it was more fitting to say he was enslaved.
We took out his phone and started investigating. According to Zhao Qingsheng's statement, I dialed the number from outside. The phone rang, but no one answered.
I patiently called several more times, but with the same result. I was puzzled. How could this be? If there was something wrong with her, she wouldn't be using this number anymore, right? Did she not know Zhao Qingsheng had been arrested and was busy, so no one was picking up? But that seemed too coincidental. For now, I could only hand over the phone to He Xin and the others, asking them to keep an eye on it and notify me immediately if they found anything from this number.
However, the quickest to investigate would be the owner of this number. Yet, when we checked the ID, we found that this number was registered to Zhao Qingsheng. I immediately returned to Zhao Qingsheng and questioned him about the phone number, "Were you lying to us? This number was registered by you?"