Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 749 Meeting an acquaintance in a foreign land

At this moment, a police officer in full uniform, accompanied by two auxiliary police officers and several hotel staff members, walked over.

"Who called the police here?"

"Hello, officer, I'm the one who called the police."

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

Chen Shu nodded: "Yes, the body is in the cabinet opposite the toilet. It has stopped breathing and its heart has stopped beating. The surface temperature of the body is slightly lower than normal, so it must have been dead for quite a while, probably four or five hours. By the way, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room earlier."

The police officer didn't notice Chen Shu's deliberately exaggerated accent to emphasize the smell of alcohol. Instead, he turned around, carefully examined Chen Shu standing at the door several times, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered him one: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Detective Conan!" A hand reached out from behind Chen Shu, and the boss unceremoniously accepted the cigarette offered by the police.

The visitor was none other than Chen Chuan, who always flocked to places where things were exciting.

"Huh? A detective?" The policeman, who looked rather young, was taken aback by Chen Chuan's words, his eyelids even wrinkling. "This is the first time I've ever seen someone like this. Can you solve cases too?"

In China, the profession of detective is extremely rare. The most important reason is that in court, the judiciary does not recognize evidence provided by private investigators, even if it is genuine, because investigative power belongs to the state.

Furthermore, private investigators can easily gain access, primarily due to the potential for privacy breaches. However, this isn't to say they are entirely immune; a very small number operate under the guise of consulting firms, but they will subconsciously avoid contact with law enforcement agencies.

Because of their scarcity, these services are extremely expensive. Their scope primarily covers marital matters such as infidelity investigations and persuading mistresses to leave, with a smaller portion involving commercial espionage. Encountering unscrupulous individuals can easily lead to unethical double-crossing scams and extortion.

For example, the blackmailer first extorts money from the client. If the client doesn't pay, the blackmailer will threaten to "tell the husband about the wife's investigation of him."

Then she would use the evidence to blackmail her husband, saying things like, "Your wife is investigating you. Give me a certain amount of money and I won't give you this evidence."

With its diverse forms and dazzling variations, this kind of private, under-the-table stuff offers endless possibilities for manipulation.

Ordinary people who dream of getting something extremely private for a few hundred or a few thousand dollars will almost certainly end up being scammed.

Strange, someone with such a high level of expertise, how could he still be fooled by Chen Chuan? In China, detectives can't handle criminal cases. Chen Shu handed a cigarette to the young policeman: "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. We're Dongzhou police, here for a visit."

"Oh, one of us!"

The young policeman, who was seeing a dead body for the first time, relaxed his brow and felt much less stressed: "Since your nickname includes 'Conan,' you must be from the criminal investigation department, right?"

Before Chen Shu could speak, Chen Chuan, who had taken a few puffs of his cigarette, started boasting without thinking: "That's for sure. The head of the Five Tigers of Criminal Investigation in Dongzhou is none other than our Brother Shu."

When you're out and about, you have to provide for yourself in terms of social standing and reputation, and naturally, you have to declare your identity yourself as well.

However, 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.

The group was chatting at the entrance of the crime scene. The local police officers who arrived showed no signs of taking action. They simply assigned two auxiliary police officers to keep watch and then occasionally took out their phones to make calls in a corner, seemingly waiting for reinforcements.

Chen Shu was puzzled. This policeman, with one bar and two stars on his shoulder, should have several years of experience and, being quite young, should have a great deal of enthusiasm for his work. Why did he seem to be making excuses? However, since they were on the other side's turf, Chen Shu wisely refrained from asking. If it weren't for Jiang Hai's intense curiosity, he wouldn't have had any interest in staying; he would have just waited for the man to finish his call before pulling Chen Chuan and Jiang Hai away.

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

Is it numbness, or just getting old?

At this moment, Zhu Yiba, who was resting in his room due to a hangover, rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Yellow Hair?" Zhu Yiba, who had been walking briskly, stopped abruptly from a distance, his gaze falling on the doorway of the room where the murder had occurred.

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

As if sensing something, the young policeman known as "Yellow Hair" first glanced casually at the end of the corridor where Zhu Yiba was running, and then he was unable to look away.

"A row of seats?" The blond-haired man's eyes lit up. He rubbed his eyes hard, almost in disbelief. When he looked again, the person was none other than his beloved old platoon leader.

Zhu Yiba stood still, even showing a tendency to turn around, but his eyes, which were fixed on Huang Mao, betrayed him.

The blond-haired man trotted over and stood in front of Zhu Yiba.

"The seating arrangement!" Tears welled in the blond-haired man's eyes as he stared blankly at Zhu Yiba. "Class monitor, and Fatty, they...they all..."

"Stop talking."

The next second, the two embraced tightly.

This chance encounter rekindled the flame in the hearts of the two former border guards, even though this flame was heartbreakingly dark, a deep red that represented blood.

Life is unpredictable. Zhu Yiba, who had originally planned to leave for a distant place, used his father's connections to travel all the way from Yunnan Province in the southwest of China to Donghai Province in the east, landing in Dongzhou, a place he had never been before.

Although no one said it, everyone in the brigade knew that Zhu Yiba was trying to escape this sad place where many of his comrades had sacrificed their lives.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yiba, who had originally decided to flee Yunnan Province, returned to Kunming by chance to accompany a disheartened colleague on vacation.

In an extremely unexpected situation, he encountered a subordinate he thought he would never see again, who was also a border police officer.

Chen Chuan, who was standing to the side, walked over without realizing it, and happily shook the blond-haired man's right hand, joking excitedly: "Brother, we're on the same side! On the same side, haha, don't shoot!"

Chen Chuan quickly immersed himself in the role, calling Huang Mao "brother" on the surface, but he would probably just pack up and leave right away, because he was very familiar with this kind of work.

And Chen Shu can actually help him with this.

With a thud, Chen Shu delivered a flying kick, then slightly straightened his appearance and feigned disdain, saying, "These young people nowadays, they're really naive. They make a fuss over everything!"

(End of this chapter)