Police Chen Shu

At this time, a uniformed policeman came over with two auxiliary police officers, accompanied by several hotel staff.

"Who called the police here?"

"Hello, officer, I called the police."

The policeman hummed, pointed to the room with the door open, and stood outside the room to observe: "Is there a body in here?"

Chen Shu nodded: "Yes, the body is in the cabinet opposite the toilet. It has no breathing and heartbeat, and the surface temperature of the body is slightly lower than that of ordinary people. It should have been dead for a long time, estimated to be four or five hours. By the way, There was a heavy smell of alcohol in the room earlier.”

The policeman didn't notice Chen Shu's deliberately heavy accent on the "smell of alcohol". Instead, he turned around, carefully looked at Chen Shu standing at the door several times, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and handed it over. Yi Jian: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Detective, Conan!" A hand stretched out from behind Chen Shu, and the boss took the cigarette handed by the policeman unceremoniously.

The visitor was naturally Chen Chuan, who would join in wherever the excitement was.

"Ah? Detective?" The young-looking policeman was so stunned by Chen Chuan that his eyelids wrinkled, "This is my first time seeing him. Can you also solve the case?"

In China, the profession of detective is extremely rare. The most important reason is that in court, the judicial authorities do not recognize the evidence provided by private investigators. Even if it is genuine, it will ultimately be ineffective because the power of investigation belongs to the state.

And it’s easy for private detectives to get in, mainly to leak citizens’ privacy. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be any. A very small number of them will conduct business in the name of consulting companies. However, for this kind of business, they will subconsciously avoid contact with law enforcement agencies.

Because they are rare, the price of such services is extremely high. The business scope mainly covers the marriage field such as affair investigation, mistress dissuasion, etc. A small part of it is commercial espionage. When encountering poorly qualified employees, there is a high probability of fraud and extortion from both ends without a bottom line.

For example, the client is first blackmailed. If the client does not pay the money, the blackmailer threatens the client in the name of "telling the husband about the wife's investigation into the husband."

Then use the evidence to blackmail your husband, such as "Your wife is investigating you, how much money do you give me, I won't give you this evidence" and so on.

There are many forms, and the variations are dazzling. There is too much room for manipulation of this kind of private, under-the-table thing.

Ordinary people who want to get the extremely personal things they want for hundreds or thousands of dollars will basically end up being cheated.

It's strange that someone who is already a two-shot guy can still be fooled by Chen Chuan. In China, detectives are not allowed to touch criminal cases. Chen Shu handed the young policeman a cigarette and said, "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. We are Dongzhou police and we are here for tourism this time."

"Oh, one of our own!"

The young policeman who bumped into a dead person for the first time frowned and suddenly felt a lot less pressure: "Since the nickname is 'Conan', then you must be in the criminal investigation department."

Before Chen Shu could say anything, Chen Chuan, who had taken a few puffs of cigarette, started bragging without thinking it was a big deal: "That's necessary. The leader of the five criminal investigation tigers in Dongzhou is our Shu brother."

When you go out, you have to give yourself the place and face, and you have to repay your identity by yourself.

But the effect was quite good. At least the young policeman who had just arrived immediately had his eyes light up, as if he had seen a treasure.

Several people were standing at the door of the crime scene chatting. The local police who came over showed no signs of taking action. They just arranged for two auxiliary police officers to be on guard. Then they took out their mobile phones and walked to the corner to talk from time to time, as if they were waiting for the follow-up. Reinforcements.

Chen Shu was confused. He saw that this policeman with a bar and two stars on his shoulders should have several years of experience in the industry, and he was still young and should have a lot of enthusiasm for his work. Why did he seem to be evading it at this time? Inside.

But after all, in this family's territory, Chen Shu was sensible and did not ask. If he hadn't taken care of Jiang Hai's strong curiosity, he wouldn't have had the slightest interest in staying at the scene. He just waited for the other party to finish the phone call before pulling Chen Chuan and Jiang Hai away.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu was stunned for a moment. Standing at the murder scene, he had never become so indifferent.

Is it numbness or old age?

At this time, Zhu Yiba, who was staying in the room to rest because of his hangover, rushed over after hearing the news.

"Huang Huang Mao?" Zhu Yiba, who was walking quickly, slowly stopped when he was far away, and his eyes fell on the door of the room where the murder occurred.

There, a young local policeman from Kunming was holding a bottle of Nongfu Spring mineral water and chatting with Chen Shu and others with great interest.

As if sensing something, the young policeman known as Huang Mao first casually glanced at the end of the corridor where Zhu Yiba was running, and then could no longer move his gaze.

"Seats in rows?" Huang Mao's eyes lit up, and he wiped his eyes hard in disbelief. When he looked again, wasn't that person the old platoon leader he longed for?

Zhu Yiba stood still and even had a tendency to turn around, but the eyes that were always glued to Huang Mao betrayed him.

Huang Mao trotted over and stood in front of Zhu Yiba.

"Seats in rows!" Huang Mao's eyes flashed with tears, and he looked at Zhu Yiba blankly, "Seats in class, and Fat Brother, he... they all..."

"say no more."

The next second, the two hugged each other tightly.

This chance encounter allowed the two former border guards to rekindle the flame in their hearts, even though the color of the flame this time was heartbreaking, a deep red that represented blood.

Things are unpredictable. Zhu Yiba, who originally had the idea of ​​​​flying away, traveled far away from Yun Province in southwest China to Donghai Province in the east through his father's relationship. What he landed in was Dongzhou, which he had never been before.

Although no one said it, everyone in the brigade knew that Zhu Yiba wanted to escape this sad place where many comrades had died.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yiba, who had originally made up his mind to escape Yun Province, returned to Kunming by fate because he was accompanying his missing colleague on vacation.

In an extremely unexpected situation, I met a subordinate of the border police who I thought I would never see again.

Chen Chuan, who was standing on the side, walked over unconsciously, held Huang Mao's right hand with some joy, and said excitedly: "Brother, we are our own people! We are our own people, don't shoot!"

Chen Chuan took over his role very quickly, talking about being brothers to Huang Mao, but he was probably going to slap his butt and leave immediately.

He knows this job well.

Chen Shu can really help him with this matter.

With a thud and a kick flying over, Chen Shu adjusted his appearance slightly, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Today's young people really have never seen the world. They get scared and scream at everything they see!"