Chapter 769: Might Make Another Contribution

"Wang Yan, why did you come back? You couldn't hold on anymore, right?"

Wang Shouyi was smoking by the flower bed in the backyard, looking at Wang Yan walking in with a smile, "Have you eaten? If not, go to the cafeteria to eat something; there are leftovers."

"I've finished eating. I came back because I have some situation to report."

"Tell me." Wang Shouyi became interested.

"There is a shop called 'Tongle Chess and Card Room' on Qinglin Road, suspected of organizing gambling. It is said that gambling starts after eight o'clock every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Small games win or lose thousands, big games win or lose tens of thousands. There are even people specifically pulling and tempting others to gamble. I even suspect that there might be fraud involved."

"This Qinglin Road is in our jurisdiction... How did you discover it?"

"Visiting the masses. At the far east of Dongning Village, there is a man named Zhao Xianming. I could tell at a glance that he hadn't rested well; he had calluses on his hands from playing mahjong, and there was a double-color ball trend chart in his house. This is a gambling nature. I popularized the law for him and scared him a bit, and he confessed everything. He said he was pulled there by someone last September. At first, he won fifteen or sixteen thousand, but in the last two or three months, he lost it all back and even lost another thirty thousand."

Wang Shouyi nodded with satisfaction: "It seems our mass work wasn't detailed enough before. Look, you've only been walking for four days, right? And you've already discovered a new situation."

"Don't, what you're saying is not as direct as scolding Brother Zhang directly. The police force in the station is tight, and it's basically impossible for me to visit every household like this. Brother Zhang is pulling that big mess of community work all by himself. Not to mention anything else, just dealing with various tasks issued by superiors isn't easy. Where would he have time for such detailed visits?"

"I can do such detailed visits now, and that's also the result of your support, Station Chief. You trust me, and even more, you trust my ability. I'm still in the probation period and don't have law enforcement qualifications, so you let me do this community work and actively look for problems. This is all your wise leadership."

Wang Shouyi laughed, then suddenly straightened his face, highlighting his moodiness: "Get out of here, brat, don't pull this with me. Work steadily and stop with the useless flattery. To use your words, I'm an old man about to step down. What's the use of you flattering me?"

"Hey, Station Chief, you're wronging me. I didn't say you're an old man about to step down."

"Then who said it when eating this morning? Something about standing your last post and solving practical problems for the comrades in the station before stepping down."

"Heh, you're quite vengeful and quite good at taking things out of context." Wang Yan shook his head amusedly, joked around a bit more, and said, "Then should I tell Old Gao about this?"

"Who else would you tell if not him? Our station is so busy, everyone has a pile of things in their hands. By the way, the cases in our station that had fingerprints collected but hadn't started comparison were all brought back this morning. I had someone count them; there are twenty-six cases in total, all within the last month and a half. They're all on your desk. Handle them yourself; no need to rush. Even if you only match one a day, that's still much more efficient than the branch bureau."

"After these twenty-six cases come out, based on your fingerprint comparison speed, the station will definitely be busy for a while. Except for normal police calls and crime scenes, the cases the station needs to handle are all on Gao Chao now."

"Is he in the station? I'll go report to him."

"Not long after you went out, he took people to make arrests. There are four of them; that's enough for him to be busy for most of the day. Let's talk tonight."

"This operation must be fast. It's not certain whether this Zhao Xianming leaked the news. Besides, that chess and card room is prepared. Once the news leaks, it won't be easy to catch them."

"Do you think I don't know?" Wang Shouyi glared, then asked, "Anything else? If not, get out; I don't want to see you."

"Yes, I didn't go to find Zhao Xianming at first, but to find a kid next to him. This kid is called Zhao Zilong. People in the village told me this kid is quite miserable, with no one to care for him, and he himself doesn't learn well. According to Zhao Xianming, this Zhao Zilong was..."

"He seems to have become steady these two years. His hair isn't dyed in all sorts of colors anymore, and he brings fewer good brothers home. Except for occasionally bringing some pretty women home, there are no other problems. But I'm thinking of going back to the station to check his information and ask Brother Zhang if he knows anything about this kid. This kid has no proper job, but has money to smoke 'Hua Zi,' and frequently brings different women home. He even has a new Santana from two years ago."

"I look at that car, and it could still be about fifty percent new. Two years ago, even if he bought a second-hand car, it would still cost sixty or seventy thousand. Whether he took out high-interest loans, used credit cards, or other online lending platforms, or participated in illegal and criminal activities, it's still unclear."

"Then I don't know. Go find Zhijie." Wang Shouyi waved his hand.

Wang Yan smiled and turned into the building.

At this time, Zhao Jiwei was dozing off at his workstation. The cold made him have no energy, and the cold in the middle of summer was naturally even more uncomfortable. Now it was just past noon, and after eating and drinking his fill, he was naturally sleepy.

Slapping him awake, Wang Yan didn't even look at him and walked straight to Zhang Zhijie, who was busy: "Brother Zhang."

"What's wrong? Any situation?"

It had been four days, and Zhang Zhijie was also familiar with Wang Yan's way of doing things. During the day, he would visit the masses non-stop until after dinner, when every family was busy enjoying their leisure time, and only then would he eat a good meal outside and return to the station to work. So if there wasn't anything, Wang Yan wouldn't come back.

After Wang Yan explained the gambling matter of Zhao Xianming and the matter of Zhao Zilong, he asked: "Brother Zhang, do you know about Zhao Zilong's situation? I feel this kid must have something going on."

"I know some. This kid has always been a problem youth and has often been brought in for fighting. But this kid is also quite clever; he knows when to stop, so it was always detention, never sentenced. Just like what you learned, he has been quiet these two or three years and hasn't come again. He's also a pitiful child; he used to study quite well, but it was his parents' divorce that caused him to go to extremes."

Zhang Zhijie operated the computer and clicked a few times, "Take a look. This is Zhao Zilong's file. Look at this row of detentions; they were all when he was seventeen or eighteen. The most serious one was breaking someone's ribs, and he was locked up in a juvenile detention center for half a year."

There is discipline within the public security system, and it is not allowed to check citizens' identity information at will. Moreover, different types of police have different permissions, and the things they can check are different. And every time a citizen's information is queried, there is a record.

Wang Yan used Zhang Zhijie's identity; he hadn't been regularized yet and didn't have law enforcement qualifications, so he didn't have many permissions within the system.

Leaning forward to look at the information above, Wang Yan noticed that yesterday morning, Zhao Zilong used his ID card to check into the Wenhua Hotel in Xishuangbanna. After thinking about it, he picked up the desk phone on Zhang Zhijie's desk and dialed the number left in the file. The prompt was that it was temporarily unanswered. In this situation, it basically meant the card had been thrown away.

Seeing Wang Yan frown, Zhang Zhijie asked: "Is there a problem?"

"I went to their house at noon, and the door was tightly closed. I knocked, and no one answered. His car has been parked there for a day or two without moving. This kid running to Kunming also matches. But what is the situation in Yunnan Province? Brother Zhang, you are clear about it, so I have to think about drugs."

"He has no proper job but has money to spend, and he is almost suddenly changed, living in seclusion and not seeing anyone on weekdays. No matter how I look at it, it looks like a drug dealer. He is two years older than me and has no proper job. Many bank credit cards can't be processed, and even if he used various online lending platforms, he wouldn't be able to support such extravagant consumption. Even if he isn't a drug dealer, with his situation, there must be a problem, and he must be doing some other illegal and criminal activities."

Zhang Zhijie thought for a while and nodded: "It is indeed suspicious. It's good that you have this vigilance. However, we don't have the energy to actively investigate what he is doing. If you report this kind of suspicion to the criminal police team, they won't care either. So just keep paying attention, and report any new situation at any time."

"Alright, then I'm leaving, Brother Zhang."

"Go ahead, pay attention to safety."

Wang Yan turned and was about to leave when Zhao Jiwei, who had woken up and watched for a while, asked: "Brother Yan, another case?"

"It's not really a case; it's just discovering some situation. Don't worry, recover well, and follow me out to visit in two days."

"How about I go with you now? Really, I'm much better." Zhao Jiwei stood up and patted his chest loudly, proving his strength.

"What did the Station Chief say? You have a cold, and there are children in the people's homes. If you infect them, what should we do? Yes, I know you don't have a viral cold. Do the people know? They only know that colds are contagious. Is that something you can decide yourself?"

Wang Yan patted his shoulder with a smile, "Comrade Jiwei, you were very resistant and had many complaints about visiting the masses before, right? Why are you so active now?"

"I want to make progress." Zhao Jiwei said simply and clearly.

"Progress doesn't happen in a moment, and even less in two or three days. I say, why don't you remember? I said a lot before, and it was all in vain? There are nearly 130,000 people in our jurisdiction. It will take half a year to walk through them all. There are plenty of opportunities. Alright, recover well for two days and then talk."

Waving his hand, under Zhao Jiwei's gaze, he left the Balihe Police Station, drove the small car, and continued to Dongning Village to visit the masses.

The benefits of fame had already appeared. He staggered his visits, and when he met people in the village chatting while cooling off along the way, he had to go to their homes to take a look; he couldn't not go. Some made tea, some cut fruit, and the effect of the mass work had been thoroughly displayed.

His WeChat had increased a lot, and he had left his phone number for many people. Those with problems were ultimately a minority. It was indeed a harmonious society; there really weren't that many problems. For small conflicts and small frictions, Wang Yan had already understood and mediated them during his visits. Most of the people were working hard to live, honest and upright. There were quite a few who had some small thoughts and wanted to take advantage of small benefits, but there were definitely not as many bad people as he thought.

So far, the most asked question on the many WeChats he added was about children's schooling, and most of them were migrant workers. It was already the end of the month, and school would start in less than two months. Every family with school-age children was worried. They had no local connections and no local residence permits, so they were asking around everywhere, and by the way, they were asking him, the police officer in the public office who looked very easy to talk to.

These were all small problems. Zhang Zhijie had a lot of experience and even more preparation for this. He had all the policies and documents for children from other places to study locally. Wang Yan just acted as a ruthless forwarding machine, helped interpret them moderately, and told them what things to prepare and where to go at what time to handle them.

There were also some who occasionally had relatives who committed crimes and wanted to ask him how to handle it, which could be considered a manual 'Baidu.'

After visiting for another afternoon, until after dinner time, past six o'clock, Wang Yan ended the day's visiting work and drove the small car, planning to go to a new restaurant for dinner.

When he drove past the street corner in the east of the village, his peripheral vision scanned it, and then he nimbly nodded and drove back on the road.

This was the intersection of the Zhao Xianming and Zhao Zilong families he visited at noon. During the day, Zhao Zilong's Santana was parked here, but when he drove past just now, he scanned it casually and found that the car was gone.

Zhao Zilong checked into a hotel in Xishuangbanna yesterday, so it was impossible for him to come back today; it might have been driven away by his friends. This, of course, was no problem, but in the situation where he had already determined that Zhao Zilong had a problem, his friends wouldn't be good people either. Otherwise, why say 'birds of a feather flock together'? Making friends was like fish finding fish and shrimp finding shrimp.

After getting out of the car, Wang Yan didn't stop either, walking straight to Zhao Xianming's house, first knocking on the large iron gate loudly to remind the people inside, and then walked into the courtyard.

He didn't wait for Zhao Xianming. Wang Yan walked to the middle of the courtyard, nodded to the tenants who were eating dinner in the wing rooms on both sides, and smiled friendly: "I'm from the Balihe Police Station. Take out your residence permits and ID cards for me to see."

It was also during this sentence that Zhao Xianming, who was eating in the main room, and his wife, who worked in a clothing factory, walked out one after another. As soon as he saw Wang Yan, Zhao Xianming was desperate. 'Let you be cheeky, let you be cheeky.' He wished he could give himself another slap in the face.

"Comrade Police, didn't you come at noon? Is there anything else?"

Zhao Xianming said very carefully, and even gave Wang Yan a look begging to be let off, fearing that Wang Yan would let it slip and talk about the fact that he gambled and won or lost a thousand yuan a hand. Then he would suffer a lot today...

Wang Yan shook his head amusedly: "Nothing else. When I drove past the intersection of your house, I saw that the kid's car next door was gone. Did he come back?"

"That... I didn't rest well, and I slept again in the afternoon, so I didn't pay attention." Zhao Xianming was a bit embarrassed, not having done the job well.

Nodding, Wang Yan took the residence permits and ID cards from the hands of several men in their fifties who were nodding and bowing to accompany him with a smile—they were clearly working at the construction site.

Working away from home, especially at construction sites, was mostly men, with wives and children left in their hometowns. The situation of both husband and wife coming out was relatively rare, especially in the northern regions. It was mostly in the western and southern regions where husband and wife went out to fight for their lives together, and there were more left-behind children there.

Just like when Wang Yan was a child, his biological mother planted some land at home and took care of him and the elderly, while his biological father went out to work alone. The social development when he was a child was not as good as it was now, but the situation was not much different. They were all like the people in front of him, mostly a bunch of big men living in one place, working together every day, eating simple meals at night, but the wine couldn't be missing. After drinking until they were confused, they fell asleep, day after day.

Checking the residence permits and ID cards one by one, Wang Yan took out a handful of business cards from his pocket and handed them out one by one, instructing: "You can save my phone number. If you have anything you're not sure about, you can ask me. You all have WeChat, right? You can also add it. If it's not urgent, send a WeChat; I'll reply when I see it. If it's urgent, call. If you can't get through, send a text message."

"Like general legal problems, I can also give opinions. Or if you get into any trouble, you can also find me. Even if you are no longer in my jurisdiction, I will definitely help you think of ways. Also, there's the matter of collecting debts at the end of the year. If you don't understand, you can ask me. By then, I can contact the comrades from labor arbitration and industry and commerce to help you."

Amidst a series of thanks, and under Zhao Xianming's good attitude of sending off an ancestor, Wang Yan turned right out of the door and went straight to the next household to visit. After chatting for a while, he asked about Zhao Zilong next door, and asked if there was any movement in the afternoon, but he also gained nothing.

Wang Yan knocked on Zhao Zilong's unlocked large gate again, and after a long time without response, he turned on the law enforcement recorder hanging on his chest.

The police also don't have the right to enter private residences privately, but Zhao Zilong's house was unlocked, and no one answered when knocking. If there was trouble later, he could quibble...

Of course, that is how it is said, but in actual practice, the vast masses of the people basically will not refuse police entry, nor will they demand that the police show this certificate or that order. On the other hand, the police also won't go wandering around anyone's house for no reason.

Turning on the law enforcement recorder, Wang Yan knocked on the door several more times, calling out Zhao Zilong's name. After seeing no response, he directly slid open the door latch, pushed open the large gate, and walked in.

In the courtyard, houses were also built to occupy more land and sell for more money, and even the entrance was utilized, with small side rooms built on both sides, resulting in it being pitch black when entering. Combined with the main room inside and the wing rooms on both sides, it became a small courtyard building, with only the small courtyard in the middle having light.

Taking out a high-intensity flashlight from his eight-piece set, Wang Yan looked room by room. In the side room at the entrance, there were piles of old bicycles, electric scooters, and the 'Ghost Fire' motorcycle that annoyed the neighbor Zhao Xianming to death, which had long been broken.

From this point, it could be seen that Zhao Zilong had never been short of money. With his situation of having no one to care for him, it was impossible for him to have the economic strength to buy a 'Ghost Fire' motorcycle for several thousand yuan, and this thing also required refueling and was quite fuel-consuming. Another point was that it could be sold for a thousand or eight hundred yuan if resold. Obviously, Zhao Zilong didn't care about this little money and would rather pile it here than sell it.

In another side room, there were piles of wine bottles and paper shells. Wang Yan even saw quite a few 'Maozi' (Moutai) bottles, and they were the 53-degree 'Feitian' (Flying Fairy) that cost over a thousand. This was the best-selling liquor of 'Maozi,' and this wine bottle could also be sold for money, and it wasn't cheap. Besides 'Maozi,' there were other brands of white liquor, none of which were cheap. Of course, the most numerous were beer bottles; there was no place to put his feet in this room.

In the wing rooms on both sides, one room was also piled with various wine bottles, while the other room was a Buddhist hall. Tathagata, Maitreya, Bodhisattva, and even Guan Gong, as well as the portraits of the old man and old lady. Small colored lights were turned on and connected to electricity, and the room was full of incense. The offerings were quite clean, showing that there was maintenance on weekdays. There was a layer of fine dust on them, showing that the maintenance wasn't very diligent.

However, it had to be said that this kid lived quite cleanly. There was no garbage in the courtyard, and it looked like there were traces of cleaning. He wasn't a lazy person who was lazy and gluttonous; he was still quite attentive to hygiene.

The large gate wasn't locked, and the door of the main room wasn't locked either. Wang Yan walked directly into the house, shining his flashlight everywhere.

The air in the house was a bit messy, with a dampness that didn't ventilate, the lingering smell of inferior perfume, and a smell of alcohol disinfectant, which didn't smell very good.

The quilt on the bed in the house was a mess. In a large crystal glass ashtray, there were four cigarette butts, all 'Hua Zi.' There were many sundries in the drawer, quite a few miscellaneous brand clothes hanging in the cabinet, and the shoes on the floor weren't expensive either, all ordinary ones for eighty or a hundred. The trash can in the corner was empty; it looked like Zhao Zilong had a good habit of cleaning up garbage at any time.

The other room was relatively simple, with only a bed with bedding, and the cabinet was empty. The kitchen was also quite clean, with only traces of cutting things on the cutting board, and no signs of cooking.

After looking around and finding nothing, Wang Yan turned off the high-intensity flashlight and put it back, then took out a purple flashlight and scanned the room carefully, but didn't find any bloodstains.

Shaking his head, he collected his things, Wang Yan closed the door and left. He didn't drive the small car to eat dinner directly, but went to adjust the surveillance at the intersection. He wanted to go back and watch the surveillance to find out who drove the car away. Still the same saying, 'birds of a feather flock together.' The person who drove the car definitely had some problems. He would find the person first, and it would be easy to handle if there was a case that matched later.

No need for intuition, he could be sure that Zhao Zilong had a problem. But the key to the problem was that he didn't know what the problem was. The police handle newly occurred cases; there was no way to handle things that hadn't happened. He didn't know what had happened, so there was no way to handle it. Zhao Zilong might be involved in drugs, might be involved in the underworld, or might be involved in other illegal and criminal activities. But there was no evidence pointing to him, and no events involved him, so there was no way to carry out an investigation, and he didn't know where to investigate.

So there was only so much he could do at the moment. Wang Yan could only pay attention and talk about it when he discovered a problem. He was quite busy this day and didn't have time to catch someone to investigate.

After enjoying the food alone, Wang Yan returned to the station. Just as he was about to go upstairs to find Gao Chao, Wang Shouyi stopped him: "I've already told Gao Chao about the matter, and he has already started the investigation. He's not in the station, so you don't need to look for him. You haven't slept for a day and a night, so don't be busy tonight; hurry home and rest."

Wang Yan shook his head and said: "Station Chief, it's not that I'm forcing myself; my current state is still okay. It's not even eight o'clock yet; I plan to compare a few fingerprints and leave after eleven."

"Are you really okay?"

"I'm okay. I've finished the visits for the day; look, aren't I still energetic? Alright, Station Chief, I'm going to work."

Waving his hand, Wang Yan didn't talk nonsense with Wang Shouyi anymore, greeted Zhang Zhijie, and returned to his workstation, fiddling with the pile of file folders on the table. These were all the cases that Wang Shouyi mentioned before, where the branch bureau had already extracted fingerprints but hadn't compared them yet.

"How is it? Are you tired?" Xia Jie expressed her concern for her colleague.

"It's okay. I'll watch the fingerprints for a while and then go back. How about you today? Any harvest?"

Xia Jie shrugged: "Still the same, but it's not that there's no progress; I was allowed to hold the law enforcement recorder to record the arrest scene."

The 'same' she said referred to the fact that there was nothing for her to do; she was just responsible for watching from the side and not allowed to participate. Now that she was allowed to hold the recorder, it was estimated that Station Chief Cheng saw that she could actively admit her mistakes before and wasn't a 'saintly bitch.'

Wang Yan nodded knowingly and didn't make any evaluation.

Li Dawei, who was sitting diagonally opposite, poked his head out from behind the computer: "Brother Yan, I heard from Jiwei that you made another contribution?"

Seeing Wang Yan look at himself, Zhao Jiwei, who was sitting opposite, waved his hands repeatedly: "I just mentioned it to him when eating dinner last night. I said it was 'possible'; I don't know the specific matter either."

"What's there that can't be said? A contribution is a contribution." Li Dawei didn't care at all.

Wang Yan shook his head and laughed: "Discipline, Comrade Li Dawei. For cases you don't participate in, you can't reveal the specific case details. Although we handle small matters, the amount is thousands or tens of thousands. You still have to pay attention. Besides, the case has to be broken before there's a contribution. Now there's no action at all; what kind of contribution is that? You guys, your brains are just filled with 'contribution, contribution, contribution'."

"Hey, you're standing and talking without back pain, Brother Yan. Look, that pile of files on your desk—isn't matching them a contribution? Unlike us, mediating conflicts for people all day. You don't know, today I went out with my master, and in the 'RT-Mart' supermarket in our jurisdiction, two old ladies actually fought because they both took a fancy to a watermelon and neither would let the other. Oh my, it annoyed me to death..."

"Shut your mouth, don't you have work?" Chen Xincheng heard his beloved disciple's loud voice and had a headache, scolding as soon as he opened his mouth.

Li Dawei curled his lips and didn't care at all, but he still lowered his body and lowered his voice, saying his inner thoughts: "Mainly, we've been here for a few days, and you've had contributions every day. Going out for a day today without any harvest, I'm really not used to it."

"If you put it that way, I'm also a bit unused to it." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "Alright, work."

"Jiwei, I'm optimistic about you. Brother Yan is like Conan; wherever he goes, something happens. Walking through nearly 130,000 people, you definitely won't lack contributions. Your future is boundless."

"Stop it. I envy you guys doing public security. You can catch suspects with your hands. I follow Brother Yan to visit the community; it's either chatting with grandpas or chatting with grandmas. Once they start chatting, they won't let you go."

Listening to the muttering of the two people opposite, Wang Yan didn't speak, roughly went through these cases, poured some hot water to make new tea, opened various software, and patiently started fingerprint comparison.

This thing lies in the combination of theory and practice. Although his fingerprint comparison technology is not that high at the moment, compared to the first fingerprint he did, his current level has improved a little. The main thing is that he has seen many fingerprints, and all the knowledge he mastered has been used, so the speed of improvement is very fast.

Especially the fingerprints he is doing now are all low-difficulty; as long as he is patient and careful enough, his comparison speed is indeed as he said, definitely getting faster and faster. Moreover, after seeing many fingerprints and gaining rich experience, high-difficulty fingerprints can also be compared.

He also has a skill board and has a clearer understanding of his technical level. For thousands of years, he has developed the habit of using his level to measure the abilities mastered by others. For example, the comprehensive ability of 'leadership'—Wang Shouyi is only at level two. After all, the scheduling of more than twenty people would be a mess if one didn't know how to do it, but it's simple for those who know how.

By 11:30, in three hours, Wang Yan matched five fingerprints. With Li Dawei driving, he took him and Zhao Jiwei back to Junyue Xincheng. Xia Jie and Yang Shu were on duty tonight. After staying for a few days, they had adapted and started scheduling, one every three days. At this moment, the two of them were patrolling outside.

Wang Yan hadn't been scheduled yet because he had to do fingerprint comparison recently, which was already considered working overtime every day. When there was really not enough manpower, he would be in the station and would definitely have to go.

Moreover, in terms of his current contribution to the station, even if he wasn't asked to be on duty, the people in the station wouldn't have any complaints. The station's results looked good, and their personal results looked equally good; they all owed Wang Yan a favor.

Breaking cases early, breaking cases late, breaking many cases, breaking few cases—the difference is very large...

Wang Yan's fingerprint work became faster and faster. Using three or four hours every night, he did five on the first day, seven on the second day, but only five on the third day. It wasn't that his technology had regressed, but that the fingerprints weren't extracted very well, some were residual, which cost him more time. In the following two days, there were two more cases for fingerprinting, and three image enhancements, all theft cases.

His visits hadn't stopped in these few days, but there was still no movement from Zhao Zilong. In these few days, he also took the time to check the person who drove the car that day. He wasn't a local, but came from Guangdong Province. His identity information was very gorgeous: multiple fights and imprisonment, two three-year terms, two one-year terms, and a row of fifteen-day detentions.

That 'Tongle Chess and Card Room' that gathered for gambling was also under surveillance and investigation. The criminal police team sent two people to follow the case, and they would implement the arrest when the situation was basically mastered, which would be in another ten days or eight days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhao Jiwei, whose illness had basically recovered and whose heart had long been overgrown with grass, finally got Zhang Zhijie's consent to continue following Wang Yan to visit the masses.

"Comrade Jiwei, no need to be so excited, right? I haven't made any contributions in these few days."

"My Brother Yan, you come out every day, so of course you don't feel there's anything. I sit in the station every day, organizing materials for my master; it's really too boring. Since you came until now, you haven't organized materials, right? Oh, right, you made the materials for that trafficker, but that's case progress material, not material for prosecution. The gap is too big. Now that I can come out to visit the masses, my heart is like a little sparrow flying to the blue sky, the taste of freedom..."

"I found that you've also started to be poor; you didn't have so many words when you first came."

"It must be that Li Dawei spoiled me. You say I sit next to him and listen to him nagging every day; can I not be affected?"

Wang Yan smiled and turned to ask: "You're feeling much better now, right? You don't think about the scene that day?"

"I don't think about it if I don't talk about it, but even if I think about it, I feel much better. You say people, really, hey..." Zhao Jiwei let out a long sigh, "But I want to laugh when I think about our instructor doing ideological work for me. She listened to what I said and felt nauseous, but she still insisted on enlightening me."

"Who told you to say it so detailed? It's also your fault; the Station Chief already made an appointment with a psychological expert from the municipal bureau for you. You insisted on not going, so the instructor took the initiative to ask for it, but you scared her."

Speaking of this, Wang Yan also wanted to laugh, but the instructor was indeed quite tough. Even if she was scared, she acted as if nothing had happened.

"I feel that psychological experts are of no use. If you want to say they do work for criminals, or analyze criminal psychology, then I admit they are quite powerful. But for this kind of thing, experts are also standing and talking without back pain. You let them go to the scene to see.

Those two heads were just staring with their eyes open, and blood was seeping out. One arm was chopped off, and there were several axe marks on it that didn't fall on one point. The bone fragments were exposed, the flesh was turned outward, and there were quite a few pieces of flesh, and blood was splattered everywhere. They were also scared when they saw it; it was too terrifying, and they were still enlightening me? I just don't understand, why don't you have any issues at all?"

"Confidence. I'm not even afraid of living people, so how can I be afraid of dead people? I chatted with the Station Chief; even if there are really ghosts, our Wang family only has me as a single seedling. If the little ghosts dare to get close, our ancestors for eighteen generations won't let them go."

The two of them chatted like this and went to Dongning Village again. He had visited for eight days. At the beginning, he could only visit four or five households a day, but now he could visit thirty or forty households a day. It would be basically finished in another seven or eight days. The main thing was to see people and see if he could discover problems. The situation was just like that, and there wasn't much left to understand.

But that was when he walked by himself. Now that he was bringing Zhao Jiwei, he still had to exercise him.

Walking on the road, Wang Yan said: "You haven't come for these few days, and I've basically understood the situation that should be understood. Now the purpose of our visits is two points. One is to understand the actual family situation of each household, still the same as before—what work they do, how much money they earn, how the family relationship is, in short, everything that can be understood must be understood in place."

"The second point is to look at people, to see if there are any problems with people, whether they are criminals, or whether they have criminal tendencies. You must have a judgment on the people we come into contact with. While doing these two points, time should be as short as possible."

"This is the ability I told you about before that you need to exercise. We will visit all nearly 130,000 people in our jurisdiction. I think you will have a reborn change. At the very least, 'serving the people wholeheartedly' will no longer be a slogan you shout in vain. We're here; this is the house. Knock on the door; it's all up to you."

Looking at the open large gate in front of him, looking at the woman burying her head in washing clothes in the courtyard, Zhao Jiwei tightened the notebook in his hand, took a deep breath, reached out, and knocked on the door.

"Hello, Big Sister, from the Balihe Police Station, here to understand the situation." Zhao Jiwei knocked on the door and walked straight in.

Wang Yan walked in slowly, two steps behind.

The woman raised her head, looked at the two well-equipped police officers who walked in, only glanced at Zhao Jiwei, and then looked straight at Wang Yan behind: "Is it Officer Wang? People in the village have been saying recently that you've been visiting and checking door-to-door, and that every family should keep someone at home."

"I'm Wang Yan, Big Sister. I'm just a small policeman who just started working, not an officer. If the leaders know about this, I'll be criticized."

"If you do things like this, you'll be an officer sooner or later."

"Then thank you, Big Sister." Wang Yan laughed, patted Zhao Jiwei's shoulder, "We're here just to understand the situation, not to delay your work, Big Sister. You wash yours; this is my colleague, Zhao Jiwei. You tell him about our family's situation."

"Big Sister, what is your surname?"

"Surname Hou, Hou Guifen. Our family..."

Zhao Jiwei held the notebook in astonishment. It wasn't like this when he came a few days ago. However, he didn't freeze for long, and quickly opened the small notebook and recorded it. The big sister was actively cooperating, and he took the notebook and recorded it on the spot; there was definitely no problem.

Wang Yan listened with a smile. The matter of his door-to-door visits was known to all the children in the village, and what he wanted to ask had long been spread, so it was very easy. He didn't care about Zhao Jiwei, sometimes leaning on the window to look at the wing room, sometimes leaning on the window to look at the main room.

In the west room of the main room, a kid with dyed yellow hair and a crew cut, wearing only underwear with a SpongeBob pattern, with tattoos all over his body, was lying on his side on the bed riding a small thin quilt. He wasn't sleeping steadily, frowning tightly, sometimes turning to this side, sometimes turning to that side. He was woken up by the talking in the courtyard and was dissatisfied.

Wang Yan knocked on the window, watching the yellow-haired kid pull open the small thin quilt and sit up. His eyes weren't open yet, and he shouted 'Mom' as soon as he opened his mouth, and then his eyes met the smiling Wang Yan, and he wilted immediately.

The big sister tilted her head and shouted into the house: "Officer Wang is here to understand the situation; what are you shouting about? You don't sleep at night, don't get up during the day, and don't do anything proper. It's fine, don't worry about him."

"Come, you come out too, let's chat together." Wang Yan beckoned.

The yellow-haired kid shrank his head and laughed, obediently put on his clothes, and then drank cold water from the tap and walked out. "Uncle Police, don't look at me like this; I haven't committed any crime. You can't judge a book by its cover."

Looking at this kid up and down, his eyes were empty, his spirit seemed unstable, his eye sockets were blue, his complexion was dark, and his hands had slight tremors. It wasn't pathological, but habitual tremors... Wang Yan tilted his head to signal, "Go, find a stool and sit next to your mother, and wait for my colleague to ask questions."

"Hey, alright." The yellow-haired kid bowed, took a small stool, and sat obediently next to his biological mother.

The big sister said unhappily: "Officer Wang, it still has to be you police who speak effectively. I can't control this child at home, and his father can't either. He's such a big young man without a proper shape, not doing proper work all day. When you have time, come to the house more often to control him."

Wang Yan smiled and didn't speak, signaling Zhao Jiwei to continue asking.

During the time he visited, he had met a few such 'spirit kids,' but not many. These kids didn't stay at home once they woke up, so it was only occasionally in the morning that he happened to run into a family that had such a child. Moreover, everyone in the village knew he was visiting, so these kids didn't face him at all.

It was mainly because he was rumored to be too divine; these kids who couldn't even be counted as thugs didn't dare to face him at all. They all had to have some problems, but it was just fighting or stealing. If they were bigger, they might involve women, and some rape incidents might occur. These people didn't consider the consequences when doing things; once the evil heart arose, they might take action.

And in this process, there was also a not-so-small possibility of drug involvement, or they even used these to make innocent girls unconscious or in heat. Drugs and sex were often accompanied together. This was also why most drug users had AIDS, because such people were highly likely to have unclean sex lives...

After asking the big sister, Zhao Jiwei also looked at the 'innocent' bad youth in front of him with a scrutinizing look, and his attitude was not a notch worse than when facing the big sister.

"Name."

"Xu Zining."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty. No, Uncle Police, are you interrogating me? I really haven't committed any crime; you can't judge a book by its cover. Look at my tattoos; I only got them because I was young and ignorant."

The big sister gave her biological son a slap: "You just don't learn well. I said long ago not to let you get tattoos; look at you now."

"Big Sister, calm down, calm down. He's so big now; does he have his own ideas?" Zhao Jiwei's attitude improved slightly, looking at Xu Zining, "What work do you do?"

"Where does he have any work? If I let him work, he won't do it. He messes around with a bunch of 'fox friends and dog companions' all day, and sooner or later he'll mess around in prison."

"Big Sister, let him speak." Zhao Jiwei clicked his tongue, looking unhappy, and continued to ask, "Then what do you usually do?"

"Nothing else, just surfing the internet, or going to the seaside with friends."

Zhao Jiwei basically had no way, and wasn't even this kid's opponent, just pretending to be strict, matching the blue shirt of the police, which was considered a draw. A kid who didn't even have the qualifications to be a thug was also very ghostly. Zhao Jiwei had learned a lot of professional knowledge, but he couldn't use it yet.

Until Zhao Jiwei really had nothing to say and asked the big sister repeatedly, Wang Yan interjected to summarize, then left a few business cards, gave a few instructions, and asked them to distribute them to the tenants, and then left with Zhao Jiwei.

Coming outside, Wang Yan said: "Talk about your understanding and judgment."

"Hou Guifen is an honest person. From her description, her husband Xu Dongjian should also be an honest person, maybe a bit dull, only knowing how to work. The biggest problem in their family, I think, is this Xu Zining. Look at him; he's purely a little thug, speaking with a cheeky smile."

"He's twenty, messing around all day, not doing proper work. Their family isn't a wealthy family either; they all do physical labor. He doesn't understand anything, and he's not filial. Giving birth to such a son, the couple is worried to death. Look at Hou Guifen, she's only forty-four, but looks like fifty-four. Working hard is one aspect, and the other is being angered by this son."

"From your words, I can't establish the image of this family of three in my mind. Next time, organize your language; first talk about understanding, then talk about judgment. Understanding is objective fact, and judgment is your subjective thought. Just like a case file, state the situation simply, accurately, and clearly."

Zhao Jiwei nodded, humbly accepting, and asked, "What's next? Where are we going?"

"Make a phone call first. If there are no accidents, we might make another contribution."

"What? Is it that little thug? How come I didn't see it?"

Zhao Jiwei stood still, excited and confused. Seeing Wang Yan ignoring him, he hurriedly chased after him, subconsciously lowering his voice and asking...

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