Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 258 Going to the Rooftop!
"what!"

It's unimaginable that a man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 200 kilograms could make such a sharp sound.

Although Zhu Chaoran had drunk a bit too much, he was the first of the three to realize what was happening.

He knelt on the ground, helplessly watching the girl who had been sitting next to him in the booth just an hour ago, chatting and drinking and playing games with him, now lying on the ground without making a sound.

He recalled being stopped at the bar entrance by security because he was ugly and old. Just as he was feeling incredibly ashamed, this girl skipped over and led him into the bar.

"When you see injustice on the road, draw your sword to help."

In the short corridor, the girl, holding Zhu Chaoran's chubby hand, suddenly turned her head, squinted her pretty eyes, stuck out her tongue, and said with a smile.

Scenes flashed rapidly through his mind like slides, and he reached out with trembling hands to where the girl was lying.
Chen Shu immediately ran over and squatted down to check.

Chen Chuan hesitated for a moment, but still ran over and stood behind Chen Shu, but did not move forward even half a step.

After a few minutes, Chen Shu shook his head and stood up: "Let's call the police."

He looked up at the top of the building, which was only six or seven stories high, lost in thought.

At this moment, pedestrians gradually gathered around in groups of three or five, some taking videos with their phones, and others simply watching the spectacle.

Both being police officers within the system, they were quite sensitive to filming involving themselves. The two immediately and tacitly left the scene, turning back to walk towards Zhu Chaoran.

Chen Chuan took out his phone and dialed 110. After two rings, the call was answered: "Hello. I've encountered someone who jumped from a building. The person is already dead. The location is..."

When Chen Shu walked over to Zhu Chaoran and reached out to help him up, Zhu Chaoran grabbed his arm and pulled him down instead.

Zhu Chaoran's force nearly caused him to fall to the ground.

"Fatty, what's wrong?" Chen Shu asked, his upper arm gripped tightly by Zhu Chaoran, unable to stand or sit up, his body bent over in confusion.

Zhu Chaoran stared at the red corpse in the distance, gritting his teeth as he said, "Brother Shu, this must be murder. Yingying couldn't have committed suicide."

Chen Shu followed Zhu Chaoran's gaze and felt particularly uneasy.

This kind and straightforward female college student was drinking happily with them just a moment ago, but in just over an hour, she smashed herself on the ground right in front of them.

Nothing is permanent!

He understood Zhu Chaoran's feelings, but that wasn't the point. Chen Shu shook his head and said, "Fatty, whether it's suicide, homicide, or an accident, this case has to be handled by the local police. We have no jurisdiction."

After making the call to the police, Chen Chuan walked over to the two men and raised his chin, saying, "What kind of people are these? We just had to run into them. Alright, alright, let's go back to the hotel. The police will be here soon."

Having worked as a policeman for almost a year, how could Zhu Chaoran not understand the reasoning behind this?

Things are different now than they were a few years ago. Faced with an increasingly harsh law enforcement environment, everyone is content to do their job well during working hours and earn their salary.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; if you do nothing, you don't do anything at all. This is a true reflection of the lives of grassroots police officers in recent years.

He understood the logic, but the young Zhu Chaoran remained stubborn. He knew he was completely incapable of intervening on his own, and might even botch the case. The only solution lay with Chen Shu.

Having worked with Chen Shu for more than half a year, Zhu Chaoran naturally knew that Chen Shu was different from other police officers. Although he kept talking about safety regulations and following the rules when handling cases, he was actually the most reckless when he really faced criminals.

Most importantly, he was soft-hearted. "Brother Shu, please. Otherwise, I will never have peace of mind for the rest of my life." Zhu Chaoran crawled a step on his knees, tightening his grip on Chen Shu's large hand.

Chen Chuan's heart tightened. Zhu Chaoran's words reminded him that Yingying had originally planned to return to school early tonight, but she stayed after his strong invitation.

He whispered to himself, "We've all had a drink together, after all."

This time, Chen Shu didn't hesitate. He patted Zhu Chaoran's hand and said softly, "I understand. You can get up now."

Chen Shu looked up at the roof of the six-story building: "This is a commercial building. It's basically closed for the night, so Yingying will probably jump from the roof. Fatty, go to that store and buy some gloves, plastic bags, and a flashlight. If they don't have gloves, buy more plastic bags."

Chen Chuan, go ask the security guard at the gate where the stairs are, and see if you can borrow a powerful flashlight. I'll wait for you here. Okay, let's go!

Taking advantage of the moment the two were away, Chen Shu found a nearby art sculpture and climbed up it. Surveying the scene from a high vantage point was Chen Shu's primary habit when handling cases.

Standing on the high point, Chen Shu looked around one point at a time. Although he didn't find anything unusual, the cold night wind helped clear his mind, which had been somewhat dulled by drinking.

"Brother Shu, the bag is here!" Zhu Chaoran ran up to the statue, panting, and called out.

Chen Shu jumped down from the statue, took the disposable gloves that Zhu Chaoran had bought and put them on, then ran to Yingying's side and carefully felt for her phone.

Given the importance of communication tools in people's lives and their private functions, mobile phones, as the primary source of clues in cases, have always been regarded as crucial evidence by the police, and must be obtained as soon as possible if possible.

No cell phone was found on the deceased.

But when everyone came in together, we didn't see Yingying carrying a backpack or handbag.

Chen Shu got up and circled the body several times, but still couldn't find the phone.

"Fatty, you should have added Yingying on WeChat, right? Send her a voice call, and if you have her phone number, call her on her cell phone," Chen Shu instructed.

"They are all there, they are all there."

Zhu Chaoran quickly took out his phone and made the call.

"Chen Shu, I've asked around. We can take the elevator from the main entrance to the sixth floor, and then take the stairs from the sixth floor to the rooftop," Chen Chuan said as he ran over, carrying a powerful-looking outdoor spotlight.

"You can even borrow this thing?"

Chen Shu took the searchlight from Chen Chuan and touched it up and down with some surprise.

Chen Chuan smiled smugly and said, "In this world, there's no problem that money can't solve."

After a moment, Zhu Chaoran put down his phone and said, "Brother Shu, the call goes through, but no one answers."

Chen Shu nodded, having some thoughts in his mind.

If the phone fell from the roof with the person, it would definitely be broken and unable to make calls. However, most young people these days keep their phones with them at all times. Since the phone can still make calls, it means it wasn't actually broken, and it's most likely still on the roof.

Chen Shu turned on the searchlight, pointing it upwards. The large beam, seven or eight meters long, shone directly onto the rooftop, so bright it was almost blinding.

"Go upstairs."

(End of this chapter)