Police Chen Shu

What was said was laughter, but what he faced directly was the questioning of the police. Boss Zheng remained silent and did not dare to answer.

Chen Shu sneered and said: "Boss Zheng doesn't care about such a small business. Take a step back, if your shop is full of people one day, I think there will be a real problem. At that time, I would You have to come in and have a look."

After speaking, he took the teacup on the table and drank it down.

Boss Zheng scratched his scalp, his expression relaxed, and he knew that the police were not here to question the crime.

He smiled awkwardly and didn't speak.

Seeing that the dialing was almost done, Chen Shu handed over a document and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, let's get down to business. This is a battery car that was stolen recently, and the time and location are marked on it. There are also a few surveillance screenshots of the thief. They should be two boys in their teens and twenties, probably New veteran. Check it out for me."

Boss Zheng picked up the teacup and moistened his dry lips, then carefully flipped through the materials in his hand page by page.

Seeing this, Chen Shu knew that he had to call other people after finishing the material, and sitting here by himself probably would affect his performance. After winking at Zhu Chaoran, the two got up and walked to the shop outside the small room.

The shop is rectangular in shape. On the east side of the innermost part is the small room where the three of them drank tea just now. On the west side, looking through the open door, there is a small storage room where things are neatly arranged.

The rest of the store, except for a small aisle on the right, is full of battery cars. These cars were polished and neatly arranged. If it weren't for the words 'used cars' clearly written on the door of the store, neither of them would be able to tell that these were old cars.

Zhu Chaoran is a person who likes racing cars. When he looked around the store, he saw a retro motorcycle with a sense of technology in the corner of his eyes - the French logo Django 150, and he couldn't help but straddle it.

He looked down for the car keys, ready to start the car to enjoy his hands.

A boy who had been hiding in the corner since they entered the store, bravely limped up to meet him, stretched out his hand to hold Zhu Chaoran's right hand, and said softly according to Boss Zheng's previous address:

"Leader, you can't test drive in the store, it's too dangerous."

Zhu Chaoran, who was pulled by a boy, was embarrassed to continue to toss, and said with a smile: "I didn't want to drive it. I just want to start it and listen to the sound of this car."

When the boy heard it, he said very naturally: "This car looks good, but the sound is not very good. Waiting for a traffic light, it will vibrate until your breast hurts. I suggest not to start it."

Zhu Chaoran's eyes lit up suddenly, knowing that the other party was also a professional. He grabbed the boy with his backhand, helped and pulled him to the corner where the boy was hiding just now, sat on the two small benches, and whispered.

For a while, the two raised their hands and reached for the car in the shop, pointing out the country like civil servants and military generals, cherishing each other;

I am about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I have a disabled foot. How can I be familiar with the condition and performance of motorcycles and talk about them immediately?

Chen Shu looked at the two in front of him thoughtfully.

"My nephew. This kid doesn't like reading. He skipped classes and raced in his hometown and broke his leg. My sister sent me here. He is not bad, he is willing to endure hardships, and he can repair cars." Boss Zheng walked up to Chen Shu, and together Looking at the two, there was a hint of love in his eyes, and his tone was calm.

A middle school student and a junior college student, the fat man is still a senior in terms of academic qualifications.

One races a motorcycle, the other races a car, so it stands to reason that they belong to two circles.

But they are all drag racing gangs, no wonder they can get together... Chen Shu glanced at the spotless shop and nodded: "He is a good guy. With you watching, your sister can rest assured."

Boss Zheng rubbed his nose, dealing with the bottom of the society to make a living, he was a bit surprised by the police's affirmation as he was used to being demoted.

Both of them did not speak in a tacit understanding, as if they wanted to give the two juniors some time.

After a while, Boss Zheng turned to smile and said: "Leader, I just contacted a group of people, and no one knows that there are these two people. They should be from outside. But I have already spread the information. If there is any news, I will contact you."

Chen Shu nodded: "As soon as possible."

"Fatty, let's go!" He shouted towards the corner of the shop.

Zhu Chaoran reluctantly bid farewell to his little friend and came to Chen Shu's side.

The two walked out of the store.

Boss Zheng followed up, stopped Chen Shu slightly, rubbed his hands together, put on an extremely embarrassing expression, and whispered:

"Leader, a little friend of mine was impounded by the patrol team in your institute some time ago. Can you redeem it with some money?"

It seems that he has found information about the two men in the battery car theft case, and he deliberately suppressed it... Chen Shu smiled:

"Boss Zheng is really good at doing business. We haven't even had a clue about this matter yet, so you started haggling with me?"

Boss Zheng is also a seasoned veteran, so thick-skinned that he can compete with "the first person in line in the cafeteria" Zhu Chaoran. He spread his hands and said helplessly:

"Leader, don't blame me. I also ask for help from others, and I was led by the nose."

Exchanges of equal value are all routines... Chen Shu took out a cigarette from his pocket, and stuffed one into Boss Zheng's hand.

"Next Monday, ask your nephew to bring someone to the office to find my colleague, and he will make arrangements."

Boss Zheng was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

The two left the shop and walked a long way. Zhu Chaoran frowned and asked:

"Brother Shu, why did you just give them the car for nothing?"

"That's right. This time I knew I was far away before I spoke." Chen Shu said calmly, without answering his question.

Zhu Chaoran chuckled, with a smug expression on his face: "That is, how can a person step on a pit twice in a row."

Chen Shu said: "Old Zheng knows it well, our case is basically close to ten. Otherwise, he won't raise conditions."

Zhu Chaoran's mouth curled up: "You guys are so tired of talking, wouldn't it be good to say these words clearly? You still meander around."

"No! The case has been solved?" He suddenly realized between lightning and thunder.

As they spoke, the two had already walked to Santana's car.

Chen Shu opened the car door, leaned against the door, looked at Zhu Chaoran who was stunned aside, and nodded: "It's broken."

"boom."

"boarding."

Zhu Chaoran followed into the car, and after sitting down, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Shu, is this the legendary spy and informant? This case is too easy to solve."

Chen Shu fastened his seat belt, shook his head and said calmly, "It looks simple, try it next time."

Zhu Chaoran regained his strength as soon as he heard it, sat back and was about to drive: "Brother Shu, you're teasing me again. I don't know anyone, what's wrong?"

"The boy you chatted with is nice, like Old Zheng. It just so happened that he used to play drag racing, so you are still his senior. Next Monday, take him in when you see the opportunity."

"Um???!!!"

Chen Shu rolled down the car window, leaned his right hand on the window frame, and did not speak, his mind was full of the timid and somewhat stubborn eyes of the crippled child when he stopped Zhu Chaoran just now.