I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 102 Leisurely Life (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
That evening, Han Ling received a call from the bureau informing her that the procuratorate's review had concluded, determining that the investigation process was compliant, and that a written notification would arrive the next day.

However, they still need to continue receiving psychological counseling and intervention to gradually resume field work.

This result surprised Han Ling somewhat; he was prepared to receive a warning.

It seems someone is actively helping me to get this done; I wonder if it's a leader from the branch office or the municipal bureau.

After hanging up the phone, Han Ling looked at the old man sitting in front of her, and the two continued their conversation.

The elderly man is the former director of the welfare home, and he is over seventy years old.

After leaving the SWAT team today, he went to the welfare home again, but returned empty-handed, so he came to the old director's place.

Based on the information provided by Xu Qinghe, it is highly likely that the person who sent her to Qingchang to get close to him is a relative, and he needs to confirm this to eliminate any potential risks.

If it really is a family member, then you can rest assured, at least there will be no threat.

"Young man, I don't understand what you're saying. To be honest, I don't remember you at all. I was almost retired by then."

The old dean was somewhat helpless; he couldn't understand why the other party had come to see him.

Han Ling: "Can I see your old photos, manuscripts, notes, or anything like that?"

Old Dean: "What exactly are you investigating?"

Han Ling spoke frankly: "I feel like my parents are still alive."

"Uh." The old dean seemed unsurprised. "Are you dreaming, or is something giving you the illusion?"

Many children in welfare homes, once they grow up, fantasize that their parents are still alive, but were abandoned for special reasons, and that they might reappear in the welfare home in the future to take them away.

It's normal to have fantasies; orphans are all lonely at heart.

Han Ling replied, "There are solid leads."

Seeing that the other party was serious, and that he was a policeman, the old director remained silent for a moment before getting up and going into the house. When he came out, he was carrying an old box.

Han Ling quickly stepped forward to help take it, placing it on the ground and carefully removing it from the ground.

Seeing Han Ling's actions, the old dean said, "There are photos, as well as my work notes. I won't give you the diary; I just took it out separately."

Han Ling: "Okay, thank you."

A diary is a very private thing, and he won't force you to keep it.

As Han Ling flipped through the pages, the old director chatted casually: "From the orphanage to the criminal police, you're an excellent kid. You must be careful at work."

Han Ling replied casually, "Okay, thank you for your concern and reminder."

He took out a large booklet from the bottom, opened the first page, and found that it contained information and personal details of children from the early welfare home.

It's very detailed; it includes not only photos and names, but also descriptions of personalities.

It's clear that the former director is very dedicated to his work, and he deserves much credit for the welfare home's development to this day.

These children date back to the 1950s and 60s; the photos are black and white, exuding a strong sense of the era.

Han Ling wasn't sure if the content was useful, so he flipped through the pages quickly. Just as he was about to reach the last page, he suddenly stopped and his gaze fixed on one of the children.

girl.

Her name is Ling Shuhua.

At that time, there were many women named "Shuhua," and that was the mainstream aesthetic.

Han Ling was not concerned with the given name, but rather the surname.

凌。

"Old Dean, do you have a deep impression of this Ling Shuhua?" Han Ling picked up the booklet, flipped it over, and showed it to the old dean.

The old dean didn't look at it, but just hearing the name reminded him: "Shen, of course Shen. Shuhua has been smart and quick-witted since she was a child, with a maturity and composure beyond her years. I heard she's a big boss now."

"I can tell from a child's appearance that they'll grow up to be successful."

Han Ling: "Big boss? Is he very rich?"

The old dean said, "Maybe. He's definitely richer than the average person."

Han Ling: "Has she visited you in recent years?"

The former dean said, "I remember coming here more than ten years ago."

so long?
Han Ling fell into deep thought. Ling's surname was "big boss."

Is it possible that the father's surname is Han and the mother's surname is Ling?
He continued flipping through the booklet, put it down after reading it, and quickly finished checking all the items in the box.

The others were useless; I only got the clue of [Ling Shuhua].

Ling Shuhua herself was an orphan. After having a child, she placed the child in an orphanage.

Pregnancy before marriage?

Is it inconvenient to have a child?

"Thank you, I'm so sorry to bother you."

Han Ling said goodbye and left, returning to her rented room.

He was still thinking about this while taking a shower and washing up. His intuition told him that Ling Shuhua might be the answer.

At this moment, Han Ling felt much more relaxed.

As long as there's no threat, nothing else matters. Just do your job as a police officer, enjoy the new world and new life, and let things take their course.

The next day.

Han Ling arrived at the branch office early. He was the second person to arrive at the squadron's case-handling hall. Zhang Yandong had already arrived and was currently tending to the spider plant on the windowsill.

"Brother Dong, so early." Han Ling greeted him.

Zhang Yandong turned around and smiled, "Welcome back. Are you alright now?" He already knew the results of the prosecutor's investigation; he was asking about Han Ling's psychological issues.

Killing two people with a gun would put a lot of psychological pressure on a new police officer, and if not handled properly, it could affect his future work.

"It's nothing." Han Ling said casually, then noticed the other person was trimming the spider plant's roots with scissors and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Dong-ge? What are you trimming?"

Zhang Yandong pointed to the spider plant and said, "It is drought-tolerant but susceptible to waterlogging. You've been watering it a bit too frequently lately. Luckily, we discovered it early, otherwise we would have needed to remove it from the pot and change the soil."

Han Ling knew that Zhang Yandong was very knowledgeable about growing plants, so she said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Yandong laughed and said, "It's alright, it was originally a gift for you. In the future, just remember to follow the principle of watering only when the soil is dry. Once the top three centimeters of soil are dry, water it thoroughly. It's almost summer, so watering it about once every three days should be enough."

Han Ling nodded: "Okay, I've got it."

Zhang Yandong: "Okay, I'll get it done for you."

Han Ling stood by and watched Zhang Yandong finish trimming, after which the two returned to their respective workstations.

As time slowly passed, more colleagues arrived at the case-handling hall.

Perhaps worried that Han Ling might feel burdened, he greeted her more warmly than before.

"Han Ling, have you eaten? If not, I'll go buy some for you."

"Oh right, you live nearby. That's good, it's convenient. How did you sleep last night?"

Faced with his colleagues' awkward small talk, Han Ling felt helpless but responded to each one, understanding that his colleagues' intention was to show their concern.

The Ark has arrived.

"You should focus on resting these next few days and do some administrative tasks." As the deputy squadron leader, he strictly followed the order to "gradually resume field work," also for Han Ling's own good.

"Okay," Han Ling agreed, then inquired about the progress of the case in Weijiazhuang Village.

The case was naturally not kept secret from Han Ling. Fang Zhou said that the follow-up investigation into the sale of stolen goods would be assisted by other squadrons, and it was hard to say when the case would be completely closed, as it would take time.

Han Ling understood; it meant that his involvement was unnecessary.

He was happy with this; it saved him trouble.

Investigating the antique resale based on the testimonies of Cui Henian and the Wei and Cao families is physically demanding, may require long stakeouts, and may involve cross-regional operations. It's not particularly difficult, just a bit of work.

"This time, Han Ling won't get a first-class merit, will he?" Tong Feng interjected.

The commendation for Hou Jiarou's case hasn't been issued yet, and now another one has been submitted. Based on the past review time for commendations, it will take at least a month.

Fang Zhou smiled and said, "I think there's hope. If Han Ling can get a first-class merit, his police rank will be promoted."

Upon hearing this, Han Ling straightened his back and looked at Tong Feng: "Give me a salute!"

Tong Feng: "???"

Police officers are distinguished by their position and rank, and subordinates are indeed required to salute their superiors.

A higher position means a superior, and vice versa.

If there is no leadership position, the higher the police rank, the higher the rank, and the lower the rank, the lower the rank.

Han Ling and Tong Feng are both ordinary police officers in the First Squadron. Judging whether they need to salute based on their police ranks is perfectly reasonable.

"You...you haven't even been promoted yet!" Tong Feng retorted angrily. "You're already acting like this before you've even been promoted. If you were promoted, wouldn't you be flying around like a cow on a plane, all high and mighty?!"

Han Ling laughed out loud, teasing Tong Feng had become one of the greatest joys in his life.

Without Tong Feng, his life would be much less joyful.

The other colleagues laughed too, and the atmosphere in the early morning was incredibly pleasant.

Just then, the landline phone rang, and Fang Zhou answered it casually: "Hello? Major Crimes Squad."

"Oh... okay, the People's Hospital, right? I'll take some people there right away."

Upon hearing Fang Zhou's words, the officers from the First Squadron suppressed their smiles and looked over. The call must have been made by the branch command center; it seemed there was a case.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhou quickly left, saying as he walked, "Zhang Yandong's investigation team, come with me. Tong Feng, you come too. There's just been a case of intentional injury. The victim is being treated in the hospital. The local police station is waiting for us."

The rest of you, continue following up on the case in Weijiazhuang Village, under the command of Captain Hu.

Zhang Yandong and the others, looking serious, quickly followed and got into work mode.

Soon, the case-handling hall became empty, and in the end, only Han Ling remained.

Field work will be gradually resumed.

This statement has truly been put into practice quite effectively.

"Being free is quite nice."

Han Ling left her workstation to visit other people's workplaces and ended up at the Criminal Technology Squadron.

Passing by the electronic evidence room, which was crowded, he didn't stop because he wasn't familiar with the people inside.

"What are you doing, A-Jie?" Han Ling pushed open the door, addressing him affectionately.

At this moment, in the trace evidence examination room, Sun Yujie's head was almost buried in the computer screen, typing on the keyboard and moving the mouse, looking extremely busy.

Turning around and finding it was Han Ling, Sun Yujie's face fell: "You're really free, aren't you? I'm recording data in the database."

Han Ling walked over: "What database?"

Sun Yujie explained: "The integration of information platforms has accelerated this year. The provincial department has issued a document to establish a regional database of footprints and tool traces for linking cases."

It's easy to understand.

For unsolved cases such as serial thefts, as long as the correct clues are uploaded to the database, they can be identified immediately, greatly improving efficiency.

Han Ling: "You guys seem really busy. The electronic evidence room is also packed with people. I wonder what they're up to."

(End of this chapter)