Police Chen Shu

Chen Shu looked down at the photo uploaded on his phone. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the young man in the photo looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Zhu Yiba felt strange, came over to take a look, and laughed.

Only then did Chen Shu realize and knew who the person in the photo was.

This man was familiar to both of them. He was the effeminate man who blackmailed them into driving drunk a few days ago.

During the subsequent interrogation, Zheng Amei remained silent, but her silence further confirmed her son's connection with the case.

Now that we have a lot of evidence in hand, there is no need to waste time with Zheng Amei.

Chen Shu arranged for someone to put her back into the cage, and everyone returned to the office to start planning an action to capture Zheng Jie.

You can know the other party's information by just typing on the computer keyboard.

Under big data, everything is transparent and no one can escape.

Zheng Jie, the son of hotel cleaner Zheng Amei, looks tall and handsome in the photo. Unfortunately, he does not have high education and dropped out of school early in junior high school.

As personal information becomes clear, relevant trajectory information is quickly retrieved.

The most recent one showed information about the hotel where Zheng Jie was staying. It was the hotel where the murder occurred, and the floor was on the fourth floor above the crime scene.

"Chen Da, I guess he climbed down from upstairs. The rope that could not be found was taken away by him when he escaped." Zhu Yiba first saw the floor where Zheng Jie rented the room. After mentally comparing it with the room on the third floor where the deceased was located, I immediately came to a conclusion.

Chen Shu did not rush to draw a conclusion: "Not necessarily. At the time of the crime, the windows at the scene were locked, and Zheng Jie was never seen on the corridor surveillance. But his suspicion is indeed very high. How could the son of a cleaning staff? Will rent in a five-star hotel.”

As he explained, he used the mouse to slowly pull down the web page, and the express delivery, takeaway, and Internet cafe information registration related to Zheng Jie appeared on the screen.

Jiang Hai pointed to the "Temporary Residence" column and smiled happily: "This guy, since he has a place to live in Kunming, why do he still want to book a room in a hotel? Doesn't this make it clear that there is no silver 300 taels here?"

Chen Chuan glanced at the young police academy student and said jokingly: "That's not necessarily the case. Some young people with less life experience don't know the magic of hotels. It's much more convenient and comfortable than using it at home."

"Ahem." Zhu Yiba choked.

"What's the point of a hotel? No bed outside is as comfortable as your own." Jiang Hai stared, a little confused, "I stayed in a guest house once when I ran away from home when I was a child. The bed board was as hard as a rock. At night, the couple next door quarreled, and they quarreled in the middle of the night. Gotta die."

"Is it possible that you shot some field artillery and brought it home?" Chen Chuan covered his mouth, pretending to be surprised, and then whispered, "Xiaohai, are you sure what you heard at night was the sound of people quarreling?"

Jiang Hai's expression turned stiff instantly.

Although he understands the affairs between men and women, it doesn't mean that he can accept the embarrassment of talking about such things seriously in the public security bureau in broad daylight.

"Brother Chuan, should we pay attention to the impact? We are the police." Jiang Hai tried to persuade his unreliable senior brother tactfully.

"No, I'm on annual leave, and I'm not wearing a police uniform. I have nothing to do with the police." Chen Chuan pretended to be serious and waved his hands quickly, then approached his innocent junior brother and whispered, "Hey, Brother Chuan, let me teach you the many wonderful uses of this hotel room. For example, the pillows on the bed and the shower in the toilet. You're welcome, I know you want to learn."

quack.

A row of crows drifted across the room.

Chen Chuan's winking look made Chen Shu, who was born in the same batch of the police academy, and Zhu Yiba, who was from the same unit, ashamed.

The two of them decided at the same time not to talk to this guy who couldn't tell the difference.

So after confirming Zheng Jie's suspicion, Chen Shu immediately made the decision to arrest him.

Different from Zheng Amei's identity as a hotel cleaner, Zheng Jie, who is suspected of murder, is young and strong, and has a history of engaging in illegal activities, so Chen Shu decided to lead the team himself.

According to the configuration of a murderer, five to one would be a relatively safe ratio.

The group of people changed into civilian clothes, got on the Criminal Investigation Brigade's car and went straight to their destination.

This is a four-story self-built house by farmers, similar to the common residential buildings in urban villages.

According to the delivery address fed back by the takeout software on big data and the residential address shown in the temporary residence, Zheng Jie lives in Room 301 on the third floor. From the outside, the rows of windows on the third floor are all dark.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and due to the remote location, there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Chen Shu led Zhu Yiba at the front, while Chen Chuan and Huang Mao followed as the second-tier combatants. As for Jiang Hai, he had to sit in the car and wait.

In order to appease the young man's hot heart, it was euphemistically called "Quanhou".

Anyone who has watched war movies knows that this is an extremely important position.

After going up to the third floor and standing in front of the door of Room 301, Chen Shu pressed his ear to the security door for a long time. It was very quiet and there was no movement inside.

He looked at the electric meter hanging on the side of the door frame of the rental house. After waiting for a while, the number did not jump, so he knew that there should be no one inside.

He shook his head slightly and led everyone back to the car parked on the roadside.

"Zheng Amei has been arrested. If Zheng Jie cannot be arrested tonight, it will easily arouse the other party's vigilance." Through the car window, Chen Shu looked at the still dark window on the third floor and said.

Facts have proven that most only children have the habit of having one phone call a day with their parents.

"Will you sleep in it?" Jiang Hai asked.

"The electric meter didn't move and the air conditioner didn't turn on. No one should be inside on such a hot day." Zhu Yiba objected first.

After working as a border agent for a long time, I have developed a set of tricks for detecting whether people are hiding in a house. After following Chen Shu earlier, Zhu Yiba immediately realized the investigation logic behind this when he saw him staring at the electric meter of the rental house for a long time.

It has to be said that the local police, who have been underestimated by the border police, still have their own tricks.

"Why don't you go to an Internet cafe?" Jiang Hai suggested, thinking that in the system analysis table of the public security intranet, Zheng Jie had several orders for takeout late-night snacks that were directly delivered to an Internet cafe, thinking that he liked to surf the Internet.

"There was no warning in the Internet cafe records, so he probably wasn't surfing the Internet." Huang Mao took out his police pass, clicked on it, and reported back.

Chen Shu glanced at Huang Mao. When they first met, this guy was still a young man who had been brainwashed by the Internet and didn't know anything.

Now, after just a few days of getting along, the changes are really impressive.

Everyone knows that actively cooperating with the investigation, it’s hard to say whether it’s the changes caused by the surrounding environment and people.

Meng's mother had her own reasons for moving three times.

"Then you can go and have a look. Is it possible that Zheng Jie used someone else's ID card to surf the Internet?" Jiang Hai, who had used his ID card to surf the Internet since he was a child, said in a self-righteous way, "This thing is easy to handle, not so much." strict."

"Those Internet cafes are all in different places. They are located in the east, west, north, and south directions of Kunming. Should we go through them one by one?" Chen Chuan said angrily.

The straightforward Zhu Yiba clenched his fist and echoed Jiang Hai's opinion: "How about we divide our troops into four groups and search the Internet cafes one by one?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Platoon Commander Zhu said, and Huang Mao, who rarely used his brain, could only nod his head again.

Chen Shu was silent for a moment, but he thought of an interesting idea.

Use his own way to control his body.