I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 7 Past Life, Present Life (Many thanks to the guild leader for the "Drunk in the Night Gundam" guild!)

In his previous life, Han Ling was an outlaw enforcer who walked the shadows, occasionally taking on assassination missions against crime bosses and operating as a wandering knight-errant around the world.

Police from various countries are looking for him, Interpol is looking for him, and various forces are looking for him. The bounty on his head has reached an astonishing nine figures.

A nine-figure sum is enough to attract all sorts of demons and monsters. He will be facing the world's top police officers, top detectives, top mercenaries, including underground criminal forces with whom he has a life-or-death feud.

Surrounded by formidable enemies, many years have passed, yet Han Ling has never allowed anyone to touch his tail.

He thought he was smart and cautious enough, but in the end, he was defeated by the enemy's cunning methods.

The girl's entire family was murdered and she herself was gang-raped. Naturally, Han Ling couldn't stand idly by, but little did he know that it was all a lie.

Oh no, the human life was real, and the girl's ordeal was real too, otherwise he wouldn't have been fooled.

They get involved, turning a fake situation into a real one, willing to pay any price to secure their position.

Han Ling recalled the scene before his death: after his location was exposed, he was trapped in a net of various forces and had no way out.

Ultimately, he chose to end his own life.

Compassion and hatred of evil are virtues, but for the enemy, they are the best point of attack.

What was once an advantage has become a fatal flaw.

Thinking about all this, Han Ling sighed again. Everyone has "flaws," and if you don't, then you just haven't found them.

With too many enemies and too high a bounty, countless people are willing to spend a lot of time studying him in order to determine the best course of action.

The other party succeeded.

The original Han Ling is dead; the current Han Ling has become a police officer with a stark contrast.

Han Ling suddenly wanted to laugh.

Is it ironic? Not really. The things a qualified police officer needs to do are essentially the same as what he did in his previous life, just in different ways.

One is light, the other is bloodshed.

At least, it won't go against my conscience.

"What's wrong, Han Ling?"

Beside him, Tong Feng saw Han Ling sitting there in a daze, sighing and laughing at the same time, and asked her in confusion.

Han Ling snapped out of her daze and casually replied, "Uh, nothing, nothing, I was just spacing out."

Tong Feng was his classmate, majoring in criminal investigation. Like Sun Yujie, he applied to the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Gu'an District Branch and his grades were quite good.

The recruitment of police officers varies from city to city. Some cities have a unified recruitment process and then assign officers based on their performance and needs, while Qingchang City conducts open recruitment and allows candidates to choose freely based on their personal circumstances.

In recent years, due to the impact of the security environment, the number of police officers at the grassroots level has been generally tight. The number of people recruited for police station positions is significantly more than that of other units, and the competition is relatively less and the success rate is higher. Therefore, those who are not confident in their abilities usually apply for police station positions.

This year, Wanglou Police Station only needs one person. Han Ling is of slightly above-average ability. She was not confident about going to the municipal bureau or the branch bureau, and she was unwilling to be assigned to a remote township or street. After consideration, she chose Wanglou Police Station and successfully passed the exam.

Han Ling's unusual behavior made Tong Feng grin mischievously. He said, "The school beauty said she'd consider accepting your advances if you win representing the Blue Team. You're secretly thrilled, aren't you? Don't get too cocky."

"Huh?" Han Ling was not quite used to the new memories and casually said, "I don't really want to pursue her anymore."

Tong Feng paused for a moment, then reached out to touch Han Ling's forehead: "Dude, are you running a fever? Did you laugh yourself silly? Are you alright?"

After being asked three questions in a row, Han Ling was helpless. It seemed that the original character's persona was deeply ingrained in everyone's mind.

The plot is so melodramatic, can't you come up with something new?
"Let's not talk about this anymore," Han Ling tried to change the subject.

Tong Feng didn't press the matter further, but brought up the drill that night: "I really didn't expect you to run out of the film and television base directly. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable? Director Zheng didn't say anything, but Political Commissar Ding didn't seem too happy."

Han Ling laughed and said, "Isn't it a good thing to teach Zhang Yunhang a lesson? Political Commissar Ding is a leader of the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment, high and mighty. He might forget about me tomorrow."

Tong Feng, naturally on the same side as his acquaintances, laughed as well: "If you put it that way... it's really good. Sigh, I'll be starting the job in a few days, and I don't know if I can adapt."

Han Ling glanced at him. The man was thin and rather introverted. He had doubts about whether he could become a qualified criminal investigator.

I recall Tong Feng mentioning that his parents strongly urged him to take the police academy entrance exam and apply to the Public Security Bureau, even though he wasn't particularly keen on it and felt he wasn't cut out to be a policeman. Now it's a done deal, unless Tong Feng resigns, in which case his parents will probably break his legs.

"Four years at police academy weren't for nothing, don't worry, it'll be fine," Han Ling said. "By the way, if you don't want to go to the front lines, why did you apply to the criminal investigation unit?"

Tong Feng shrugged: "None of the branch offices need internal affairs positions, didn't you see?"

Han Ling: "No, I only went to the police station."

Tong Feng explained: "Internal staff positions rely on internal training, and police resources are prioritized for frontline positions, so internal staff are mostly part-time or rotating."

Besides, older police officers who are no longer suitable for frontline work will eventually need to be reassigned; we need to reserve positions for them.

Han Ling nodded: "That's true, but now that you've been accepted, if you really can't adapt, you can apply for a transfer."

The success rate of a new police officer requesting a job transfer is very low, and it will also leave a bad impression on the superiors. However, Tong Feng's family is well-off; his father is employed and his mother is a businesswoman. He should be able to get it done by using connections.

Tong Feng remained noncommittal: "Let's go and see how it goes."

As they chatted, they arrived at their destination. Han Ling stood up and got off the bus first, saying, "Let's go. Let's get together sometime."

Tong Feng waved his hand, the bus doors closed and the bus drove away. Han Ling bought a pack of cigarettes at a nearby convenience store and smoked them as she walked home.

With four years of police academy knowledge added to his mind, Han Ling gained a new understanding of investigation and counter-investigation, and the sum of his knowledge far exceeded the sum of his individual contributions.

Maybe I can become a good policeman?

No need to be in a state of high tension every day, no need to worry about whether I will wake up tomorrow after sleeping tonight, and no need to worry about whether someone is following me when I walk on the street... Hmm?

who? !

The residential area was not far ahead. Han Ling suddenly stopped and turned around sharply. His relaxed gaze instantly turned into a fierce one.

Han Ling's years on the run gave him an incredibly keen sixth sense; he could detect anything unless the other party was perfectly concealed.

At that moment, he suspected that someone was following him.

In the distance, the dim streetlights illuminated a few shops that were open. At this time of day, the streets were mostly filled with busy mobile vendors, with customers stopping to wait for food, and the smoke from cooking oil and chili peppers swirling in the air.

Cars are rarely seen on the road, but electric bikes occasionally pass by, and pedestrians come and go.

The old town has a much stronger sense of everyday life than the bustling city center.

Han Ling scanned every person and every corner, her brows furrowing slightly, before turning and continuing to walk forward.

Would a college graduate who has just entered a police station after graduating from police academy, with no parents, no relatives, few friends, and no intention of offending others, be followed?
Searching his memory, Han Ling found no grudges, at most minor conflicts, far from warranting being followed or stalked.

"Zhang Yunhang? Unlikely."

"Illusion?"

The sixth sense is not entirely accurate. In his previous life, Han Ling might have been extremely vigilant and taken action. Now, he prefers to believe that he has not yet fully adapted.

Han Ling slowed down, taking the opportunity to observe what was behind her until she entered the residential area, the apartment building, and her room. There was no sign of her being followed.

Perhaps it really is just an illusion.

outside the community.

The alleyway near the convenience store.

The light was blocked, so the light could only illuminate a white triangle on the ground. At the edge of the darkness, the girl stood against the wall with her head slightly lowered, so her face could not be seen.

The dark, blurry outline did not diminish her presence; even though only a silhouette could be seen, her exquisite, tall curves still exuded a breathtaking allure.

As the car drove by, the flash of its headlights illuminated the crescent moon necklace around the girl's neck.

"Did he turn around... did he see me?" the girl murmured to herself, her melodious voice carrying a hint of coldness.

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