Police Chen Shu

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, thousands of lights.

All the lights in the Zhongshan Police Station were on, and the civilian buildings outside were also brightly lit. Somewhere, someone had set off firecrackers early in disregard of the ban, and the crackling sound was mixed with the central program of the Spring Festival Gala, drifting into thousands of households.

The cafeteria is also very lively.

The big round table is full of dishes, including stewed blue crab in wine, charcoal-grilled pine leaf crab, home-grilled pomfret and other hard dishes, as well as BJ roast duck, steamed river prawns, crispy ribs and other seasoning dishes, according to the instructions of the instructor Zeng Hong Well, the New Year's Eve dinner is prepared according to the meal standard of one hundred yuan per head.

But the most popular one is the dumpling in the middle.

Zhu Chaoran ate and ate, suddenly gritted his teeth, and spat out a coin from his mouth.

Xiaoqiang was the first to jump out, and slapped Zhu Chaoran on the shoulder: "Fuck it! The fat man is eating, he must have good luck in the coming year! Come on, do it!"

He held up the full Coke glass high, as if he was the winner of the lottery.

Li Chaoyang hurriedly put a few dumplings into the bowl, for fear that the remaining coin would be snatched away.

The pick-up officers and guarding assistant police officers in the station have lost the restraint they had when they first came to Zhongshan some time ago, and now they also joined the dumpling fight, and the atmosphere was lively.

Chen Shu on the side looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. Such a group of people were all comrades in the Zhongshan Institute who were lucky enough to get a big gift package on New Year's Eve.

For a moment, it felt like this was really his second home.

"An alarm is coming, please accept it!"

"An alarm is coming, please accept it!"

"An alarm is coming, please accept it!"

The lively atmosphere in the cafeteria suddenly froze.

Chen Shu put down his chopsticks and waved his hand slightly, you continue to eat, I will go to the scene to check and contact you again if necessary.

Li Chaoyang, who was chewing and eating the dumplings slowly, stood up for fear of his teeth getting stung, quickly swallowed the dumplings in his mouth, and hurriedly said: "Senior brother, it's your turn this time."

Chen Shu raised his hand, not paying attention: "I had some snacks in the afternoon, and I'm not hungry, so don't be polite to me. Eat quickly, maybe the next policeman will come soon, then I won't be able to eat anything .”

After finishing speaking, Chen Shu got up and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Giggle."

The footsteps were heavy, so it must be Zhu Chaoran who followed.

"Brother Shu, I'll drive for you."

After working together for so long, Chen Shu was not polite to Fatty, he smiled and nodded, and the two walked out together.

The case is ordinary, just a police case of a fight.

After dinner time, the brothers had three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, and began to stage a folk martial arts competition. The friends who had dinner together pushed and changed glasses on the wine table, drank to their heart's content, and when they went downstairs, they fisted each other because they were not congenial.

The case of this kind of acquaintance is very simple. You only need to take it back to the detention room and throw it into the detention room to sober up for a while. When the time comes, the two will automatically shake hands and make peace in it, and then go back to each house to find each mother.

However, no matter how simple the case was, it would take a lot of time. When the matter was settled and Chen Shu was about to go back to the cafeteria to have something to eat, the clock had quietly struck a quarter past ten.

Kankan stepped into the cafeteria, and the electronic sound of urging death from the duty hall passed through the corridor again and rushed over.

"An alarm is coming, please accept it!"

It only rang once at this moment, and it should have been received by the police officer.

Chen Shu shook his head, tightened his armed belt again, turned around and walked outside.

noodle shop.

The boss with a flushed face rubbed his hands, exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, and said a little embarrassedly: "Officer, it's really embarrassing to invite you over so late."

"It's okay, let's talk about it."

"Hey, I don't know why there are always thieves in the store recently. You said that today is the New Year's Eve, and if you don't hurry home to spend time with your family, why are you still thinking about doing this dirty thing?"

After understanding, the boss set up two tables of wine and food in his noodle shop today to entertain relatives, and opened the front door of the shop to facilitate the entry and exit of relatives and friends.

In this way, some uninformed people think that the store is open, so they will come in and inquire.

During this process, the gift that the boss was going to give to the younger generation, a newly packaged latest Apple mobile phone that was placed at the front desk, disappeared, and the value was more than 8,000 yuan.

There is no monitoring system installed in the store, so there is no other way to investigate and track this kind of case except for the inspection team in the office to call the public security surveillance on the street outside the store door to slowly investigate and track the case.

Chen Shu registered the on-site record sheet, and when he was about to leave, the proprietress came over and raised her mouth: "Officer, I seem to remember that the security guard didn't ask us to order noodles. His phone."

Chen Shu recorded the relevant information on the registration form and left.

Coincidentally, when Chen Shu was sitting in the police car about to go back, he took advantage of the opportunity to see a security guard on the other side of the street who seemed to be watching the excitement and turned his head away.

Could it be the security guard who came first?

It stands to reason that there is indeed a precedent for a suspect returning to the scene after committing a crime.

Chen Shu directed Zhu Chaoran to park the police car next to the security guard. Chen Shu adjusted his police uniform a little bit, put on his big-brimmed hat and got out of the car.

The security guard, who was stopped by Zhu Chaoran who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked nervous at the moment. Seeing Chen Shu walking around the front of the car towards him, he took two steps backwards, not daring to look him in the eye.

The security guard was not very old, but his weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, and his deep eyes were full of uneasiness and vigilance at the moment. He was wearing a common security uniform, and there was nothing particularly noticeable.

Chen Shu said politely, "Master, where are you going? Have you eaten yet?"

The security guard looked at Chen Shu and said nothing.

Chen Shu took a step closer: "Master, I have something to ask you, you can follow me now."

"Where are you going?"

The security guard quickly glanced at the on-duty patrol police car parked nearby, very wary.

"Just go to the noodle shop you just went to."

Chen Shu played a trick casually.

He didn't know if the security guard in front of him was the security guard who went to the noodle shop as the proprietress said, but since they met now, it would be a pity not to ask a few questions.

The security guard was taken aback, waved his hand and said, "I have to go back to work, I don't have time to go."

oh? Seeing the answer, Chen Shu nodded, smiled slightly, approached the other party unhurriedly, put his hands on the other party's shoulders, and made a little effort: "Master, cooperate. It will be too late in a while, I will send you back to work." .”

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the man's jacket and dragged him into the back row of the police car, and he himself followed suit.

The police car turned around and returned to the noodle shop, but Chen Shu didn't get out of the car, and waved to the noodle shop proprietress, pointing to the security guard sitting beside him and asked:

"Miss Boss, is this the security guard who came to your store earlier?"

The proprietress covered her mouth and said in astonishment: "Officer, that's him."

The owner of the noodle shop ran out, looked at the security guard sitting behind him, and remembered his wife's suspicions before. Now that he was drunk, he didn't care whether the police were on the scene or whether the other party was a real thief. The window opened and scolded.

Chen Shu leaned back, observing the reaction of the security guard beside him.

The security guard stammered, "What are you talking about!"

"What are you talking about!"

"I don't know, I didn't see that phone!"

Just these few words over and over again.