I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 76 Receiving the Alarm
"Who played this prank? Step forward!!"

Zhu Yuntang is a college student who has received a materialistic education since childhood, so naturally he cannot believe in ghosts.

After calming down a bit, she realized that there was only one possibility: someone was using Cao Kexuan's phone to send her a text message.

After finding no one answered, Zhu Yuntang dialed again, but her boyfriend's phone was already switched off.

"Nobody's admitting it, huh? If nobody admits it, I'm calling the police!"

"Cao Kexuan was just buried, and you're already making such ridiculous jokes?!"

Seeing that Zhu Yuntang's anger seemed genuine, Cao Kexuan's parents quickly came over. After confirming that the text message was correct, they also became furious.

"Which bastard sent that text message?!" Cao's mother roared. "Step forward!!"

The funeral procession turned into a farce; everyone looked at each other, and no one admitted to it.

Cao's mother grew increasingly angry and said to her other son, "Go home and check! Xuanxuan's belongings are all in his room, including his cell phone. Go now!"

If we catch them in the act, whoever it is, give them a good beating!

"Okay, okay..." The man, who was around thirty years old, hurriedly ran away, and his relatives and friends spontaneously followed to help him.

"Yuntang, don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation!" Cao's mother assured her.

The man returned quickly and said he didn't find anyone suspicious, but his phone was indeed missing!

Clearly, someone stole the phone and sent a text message to Zhu Yuntang during the funeral procession.

Cao's mother was furious and demanded a body search. Some of the relatives and friends who came to the funeral were quite resistant. As the argument escalated, Zhu Yuntang even threatened to call the police. She couldn't accept that someone would joke around with her deceased boyfriend's phone today.

This is no joke; to put it seriously, this is illegal!

Seeing Zhu Yuntang take out his phone to make a call, Cao Kexuan's father tried to smooth things over and stop him, saying that they were all from the same village and that calling the police would make things worse and lose face.

Other older villagers also came over and tried to persuade Zhu Yuntang not to call the police.

"Some of the young people in the village are immature, please don't mind them."

"Don't worry, once we find out, we'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

……

A few days later.

After several days on the job, Han Ling gradually became familiar with her unfamiliar colleagues and work rhythm at the branch office.

Regarding Hou Jiarou's case, Ji Bowei said that she might receive a third-class merit award, but the review process would take about half a month to a month.

Han Ling almost single-handedly found the hidden second suspect, which is a testament to her outstanding personal ability, and she has a very good chance of receiving a third-class merit award.

Earning two third-class merits within a year of starting work is quite rare in the police system.

Today was Han Ling's day off, but he had nowhere to go, so he simply stayed at the branch office. With nothing to do, he looked at the case files that had been closed or browsed the list of fugitives in the Qingchang City area.

For formal criminal investigation, Han Ling needs to continuously learn and gain experience. If he can make up for his shortcomings in criminal investigation in the future, he will have no weaknesses.

What if I wear it back someday?
Han Ling felt that this possibility could not be ruled out.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the case-handling hall of the First Squadron was very empty. Han Ling leaned back lazily in a chair, with hot tea and a mobile phone on the table.

The phone was a gift from Tong Feng, and he had already started using it a while ago.

Tong Feng asked a couple of days ago, "Isn't the flagship domestic phone awesome?" Have you discovered something new?
In response, Han Ling could only resort to exaggerated acting to tell the other party that she had never used such a high-end mobile phone before.

"The reaction was correct, but I still have this feeling that... you're acting against me."

Despite his lack of experience, Tong Feng, a criminal investigator from the branch office who graduated from police academy, possessed considerable insight.

The phone rang with a text message. Han Ling picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was from Lin Rong, asking if he was free that evening and wanting to treat him to dinner.

Han Ling replied: I'm busy. No need to thank me for what happened last time. I would have helped anyone.

It's unclear whether Lin Rong was angry, but Meizu phones fell silent.

Han Ling continued reviewing the case file, multitasking, his mind still replaying Xu Qinghe's words from a few days prior. The meeting at the Western restaurant had been effective; both sides had been relatively frank. Xu Qinghe seemed to have given up, as she hadn't appeared or contacted him again.

Child bride?
Han Ling felt that the nature of the two was somewhat similar, except that Xu Qinghe had autonomy and it was not considered coercion.

That means I'm probably not an orphan; I suspect I have parents or come from a single-parent family.

If that's the case, let's set aside the reasons for abandoning him—there might be some difficult circumstances—but just for controlling Xu Qinghe's life, Han Ling has no goodwill towards him whatsoever—even if he has done Xu Qinghe a favor.

It's two different things.

Didn't you see that Xu Qinghe has become obsessed? He's like a lunatic. It was obvious from the first time we met at the internet cafe, but he still keeps coming up to me.

"It seems that Xu Qinghe's money came from someone else. If we could check her bank statements... or her call records, that would be helpful."

If a case is involved, the police can check with banks and telecommunications companies; anything else is illegal and cannot be done under normal circumstances unless one takes an unorthodox approach.

Han Ling was considering the necessity of investigating and verifying Xu Qinghe's words.

The logic behind this behavior seems to be: I can't or don't want to appear in front of you, but I can find a pretty girl to replace you.

There is love, but not much.

……

Monday, October 4.

Ji Bowei arrived at the First Squadron's case-handling hall and called Han Ling out.

"Team Leader Ji." Han Ling closed the door and went into the corridor. A girl was standing behind him.

Ji Bowen has been following up on a case from the Second Squadron recently, so I haven't seen him for a few days. I heard from colleagues that it's a robbery case.

The robbery case is nothing unusual; what is unusual is that the victim was only seven years old and the suspect was an adult male.

If a grown man tries to snatch a seven-year-old child, even an experienced police officer, out of curiosity, would want to investigate further.

Is he perhaps mentally ill?

Tong Feng went to ask about it and came back to tell Han Ling and other colleagues that a child had dug up a high-quality ginseng on the mountain and was robbed on his way home.

It's that simple.

Further details are not available at this time.

It's a bit like in a fantasy novel, where a Nascent Soul cultivator happens to encounter a Foundation Establishment cultivator, who is holding rare and precious materials obtained through a fortuitous encounter.

What will happen? They're after you, they're lucky they didn't kill you.

Although the case was simple, it was difficult to investigate. The captain of the second squadron put in a lot of effort and thoroughly investigated the channels for selling stolen goods.

It is unclear whether the case has been closed.

corridor.

"Han Ling, here are the person who called the police and the police report. You can handle this. There are still some things to do with the second team."

Ji Bowei finished speaking succinctly and left, leaving the girl to Han Ling.

The fact that the case was directly assigned to Han Ling indicates that it wasn't a serious one. Normally, minor cases wouldn't require the First Squadron to handle them. Ji Bowei probably wanted to give them more work and more experience.

Since arriving at the branch office, Han Ling has never handled a police case independently since reporting it herself.

Han Ling looked at the girl in front of him. She was very young, around twenty years old, and looked like a college student.

Looking down at the police report in her hand, she saw that the caller's name was Zhu Yuntang, and the incident was... someone stole her boyfriend's phone to send her a text message during her boyfriend's funeral.

"Uh."

Han Ling was slightly taken aback.

If the person involved insists on calling the police, normally the local police station can handle it.

(End of this chapter)