Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 783 Places Language Cannot Reach

It's still that same small restaurant that specializes in serving mutton and offal.

The interior is simply decorated, with wooden tables and chairs in the lobby bearing the marks of time, and the incandescent lights overhead crackling.

The walls were covered with selfies of a group of customers, a low-budget version of a photo wall, interspersed with some photos of them with the restaurant owner, waiters, and chefs.

Business is booming as always.

The group arrived late, and there were no seats left in the lobby, so they could only sit together at a plastic table that was temporarily placed next to the door.

The table wasn't big, and even though Chen Shu and the others squeezed together, it still felt a bit cramped. However, seeing the bustling diners in the hall whetted everyone's appetite, and the tables and chairs were no longer a problem.

Soon after, the waiter brought over a pot of steaming hot mutton.

The mutton in the pot is golden in color, accompanied by green scallions and red peppers, and the unique muttony smell that keeps wafting into your nose.

It has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste, making it irresistible.

As everyone ate and chatted, accompanied by a few bottles of beer, the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

Ma Rongcheng toasted Chen Shu lightly with tea instead of wine and said, "Officer Chen is a promising young man."

Although Ma Rongcheng and Chen Shu were from different provinces, Ma Rongcheng was of a certain age and was an expert from the provincial department. Even though tea was served instead of wine, Ma Rongcheng still gave Chen Shu a lot of face.

Chen Shu smiled slightly to express his gratitude and said modestly, "This is all thanks to everyone. If it weren't for Expert Ma, who determined the forgery at the scene from the shoe prints at the beginning, we wouldn't have had any of this later."

Ma Rongcheng took a sip of tea and waved his hand, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. People say I'm a detective, but after listening to your reasoning this afternoon, I realized that the younger generation surpasses the older, and the ancients were right. Haha."

Chen Shu said politely, "Expert Ma's reputation is well-deserved; he rose from the grassroots all the way to the provincial level. As for us, we just stumbled upon him by sheer luck."

Ma Rongcheng nodded, then sighed and said, "Young people these days always want to use technical methods, but they don't have any of their own ideas when handling cases. If this continues, what if those lumps of iron stop working one day? Wouldn't we be completely clueless and unable to do anything?"
As he continued, Ma Rongcheng became somewhat agitated: "We can wait for someone to come and fix the machine, but will those criminal suspects wait? They'll all be gone by then!"

Chen Shu was about to speak when Chen Chuan interrupted him.

Chen Chuan waved his chopsticks and joked, "If you two keep flattering each other like this, all the mutton in the pot will be gone. Hurry up and eat!"

Chen Shu and Ma Rongcheng exchanged a glance and smiled.

Chen Shu said, "Expert Ma, let's get started quickly, or that kid Chen Chuan will scrape the bottom of the pot clean."

"Okay, let's eat."

"Haha."

Time flew by amidst the laughter.

Before leaving, Ma Rongcheng pulled Chen Shu aside and whispered, "Your girlfriend ran off to Myanmar? Even if you two had a fight, you shouldn't have let a girl go to such a dangerous place. Hmm, Chen Chuan said it'll be over in the next few days. You should call her right away. If anything happens, it'll be too late to regret it."

When Chen Shu first heard the word "girlfriend," he was completely bewildered. He had no idea when he had gotten a girlfriend.

When Chen Shu heard Ma Rongcheng mention Chen Chuan's name, he immediately understood.

This is 100% thanks to the King of Gossip.

He first glared at Chen Chuan, who was sitting opposite him happily scraping the bottom of the pot, then turned around and explained, "Expert Ma, it's not like that either."

Jingle Bell.

A cell phone rang from Ma Rongcheng's pocket. He took out his phone, glanced at it, and hurriedly said as he stood up, "Chen Shu, if you run into any problems, just call me. Don't hesitate. I can still find people in Yunnan Province who can put in a good word for me. I have some work to do, so I have to go now. See you later."

After saying that, Ma Rongcheng picked up his coat hanging on the back of the chair and walked out, answering the phone as he went.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Li!"

"Yes, it's me. No, it's nothing!"

"..."

Chen Chuan, with a stern face, patted Jiang Hai on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Hai, Teacher Ma has taken such good care of you, shouldn't you see him off? You don't know any manners at all, go and see Teacher Ma off."

Jiang Hai abruptly stopped eating, his chopsticks hovering over his mouth, and asked疑惑地问道, "Isn't Teacher Ma answering the phone? What should I do there?" "He can answer his call, you can take your people. Is there a conflict?"

"...It doesn't seem to conflict."

"That's right, it's a matter of attitude. Go ahead."

"Okay... Teacher Ma, wait for me!"

In the murder case, Jiang Hai, who had been greatly instructed by Ma Rongcheng, stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth, dropped his chopsticks, and hurriedly ran out as well.

Once things quieted down, Chen Shu became somewhat annoyed and snapped, "Chen Chuan, what girlfriend? Don't talk nonsense. Zhang Yang and me."

"Nothing at all?" Chen Chuan chimed in, then shrugged. "Come on, brother, stop fooling yourself."

Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao sat quietly to the side, eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Shu's voice rose slightly, and he said seriously, "Chen Chuan, it's fine for us family members to listen to your nonsense on ordinary days, but why are you spreading everything outside this time? What if it gets back to you?"

"Heh." Chen Chuan said nonchalantly, "We might have to head to Myanmar in a few days. Right now, let's not argue and focus on conserving our energy."

Zhu Yiba kicked the blond-haired guy sitting next to him under the table, and the two of them got up and left without saying a word.

Chen Shu let out a long sigh, with a hint of self-deprecation: "How could we possibly go to Myanmar?"

Chinese police officers who want to travel abroad must apply to their unit in advance; otherwise, they will be blocked at the immigration bureau's approval stage.

Chen Shu hasn't received any messages from Zhang Yang these past few days. He called him, and the call went through, but no one answered or called back. It would be a lie to say that Chen Shu isn't worried.

"Oh, from what you're saying, if you could go, you'd go with me?" Chen Chuan, like a cat that had caught a whiff of something, leaned forward on the table, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Chen Shu.

Chen Shu remained silent, staring blankly at the sizzling mutton hotpot in the middle of the table.

Yes, Zhang Yang isn't his girlfriend.

Why do I keep thinking about her?

We're all adults; we have to be responsible for ourselves.

Why haven't they replied to the text messages I sent a few days ago?
Snapped.

popping.

Four passports that should have been locked in a cabinet at the Dongzhou Public Security Bureau were simply thrown in front of Chen Shu, and then a familiar teasing voice rang in Chen Shu's ears.

"Seeing you so conflicted these past few days, I'm really in pain, a lot of pain. Look, the company approval and immigration are all sorted out. If you want to go, we'll go."

"By the way, you'll receive a call in a few days. You'll be transferred to the city bureau's special task force to investigate a series of telecom fraud cases in the KK Industrial Park."

"Haha, shouldn't you start calling me Dad now?"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Chen Shu suddenly looked up and saw the other person with their hands on their hips, chin slightly raised, and an arrogant expression on their face.

However, behind that ambiguous smile, a pair of eyes held the same clarity as when the two first met at the police academy.

A moment later, Chen Shu picked up the four passports on the table, flipped through them in his hand, clicked his tongue a few times, and then quickly walked out.

Chen Chuan first curled the corners of his mouth in a playful smile, then slowly, slowly became quiet, watching his departing figure from afar.

Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, he slammed his hand on the table and laughed, "These bastards, they all ran away. What a load of crap, they made me pay the bill again!"

……

All expressions of love are superficial. When someone hesitates in their heart but rushes towards the other person, it's highly likely they're truly in love.

Language can never reach the place where love resides.

(End of this chapter)