Chapter 775: Cases Are Hard to Solve

After dinner, smoking a cigarette and chatting, they continued to work on comparing fingerprints.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, Gao Chao came thumping down the stairs.

"There's an operation tonight. Everyone except those on duty, go change into plain clothes and set off in ten minutes." Looking at Wang Yan, who was buried under a pile of case files, Gao Chao walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "We're raiding that mahjong parlor you mentioned last time. You come along too; take a few people and block the back door for me."

"I'd have to go anyway, wouldn't I? I'm not on duty."

"The station chief told me you've taken an interest in our station's unsolved homicides. When you have time, let me know, and we'll go to the sub-bureau to pull the files."

"I've already flipped through them roughly; they're quite detailed. They cover the investigation situation at the time of the crimes, which is enough for me to study for a while." Wang Yan stood up and waved his hand. "I'm going to change clothes first."

Following the others to the locker room—the station was large, so they each had a locker. Besides, for daily tasks or stakeouts, they always had to change into plain clothes.

Of course, for today's operation, they didn't need to change much. Since it was dark and they were going for an arrest, they just swapped their uniform shirts for their own short-sleeved shirts. These "plain clothes" weren't really plain; anyone who paid even a little attention to the police could identify them by their polished trousers and those worn-out, scuffed leather shoes that no amount of polish could hide.

Ten minutes meant ten minutes. Some parked their police cars nearby, some drove their private cars directly to the entrance of the mahjong parlor, and four people sent by the criminal investigation team gathered nearby. They just had to wait until after eight o'clock, when the gambling started, to rush in and make the arrests.

Wang Yan parked his little car at the back door of the Tongle Mahjong Parlor, killed the engine, and turned off the lights. He, Xia Jie, and the others sat stiflingly in the car. They only needed to block the first wave, and by then, the situation inside would be under control.

"Just now, Station Chief Cheng gave specific instructions. If anyone tries to run out the back door, the four of us will go up and take them, and Xia Jie will be responsible for holding the body-worn camera. Any problems?"

Xia Jie sat in the passenger seat, shaking her head gloomily. "What problems could I have? If there were problems, could you solve them?"

Li Dawei looked at the back door. "I see it's a single-leaf outward-opening security door. Why don't we just push against it and block it shut? We don't even need to catch anyone."

Zhao Jiwei, who was shorter and sat in the back between Li Dawei and Yang Shu, leaned over Li Dawei to look outside. "Big brother, don't you see how tall this place is? It's a two-story building. If someone really wants to run, they won't even come downstairs; they'll just jump from the second floor. Can we afford not to catch them?"

"We still have to block the door, or if they all swarm out at once, how many can the five of us catch? Here's the plan: Jiwei, you block the door, and Brother Yan and I will catch the jumpers. Yang Shu, you provide support, and Xia Jie, you film."

"Are you trying to seize command here, kid?" Wang Yan shook his head, amused. "With Jiwei's build, can he block the door? You go block it with him. I'll catch the jumpers, Yang Shu will support, and Xia Jie will film."

Li Dawei curled his lip but didn't say anything. Brother Yan still held authority; after all, he couldn't even last one move against Wang Yan. Not to mention, he was still living in Wang Yan's apartment. At other times, Wang Yan was quite generous.

The time before the operation felt incredibly slow. Especially since they were sitting in the small car with the engine off, relying only on a few cracked windows for ventilation, the five of them felt quite stifled. The more stifling it was, the more irritable they became.

Only Wang Yan patiently took out his phone and quickly replied to message after message. Xia Jie's head ached just looking at them; there were so many messages, including several sixty-second "death voice notes" that were suffocating.

But Wang Yan showed no expression, even replying with voice notes of his own.

Seeing Xia Jie's confusion, Wang Yan explained with a smile, "These are elderly folks. They can spend half a day typing a single paragraph. Their eyes are failing, and they can't see the characters clearly, so I reply with voice notes. There are also some migrant workers in their fifties who aren't well-educated and don't know how to use their phones well; some characters they haven't seen in a long time, they don't even recognize."

"Doing community work requires patience. You have to try your best to make things convenient for them and think from their perspective. It doesn't matter if we're inconvenienced; do you think it's easy for them to talk to me? They're all nervous. They have to repeat what they want to say several times before they can send a message. The masses aren't fools; if you treat them well, they can feel it."

"Having said that, the education we've received since we were small is about serving the people, isn't it? Especially since we all went to police academy, where political ideology classes are a priority. To put it bluntly, maybe the teachers who taught us didn't even believe it themselves, but we must believe, and even more, we must practice it with our feet on the ground."

"If you ask me, Brother Yan," Li Dawei said, "you shouldn't be a policeman; you should be teaching political ideology at the police academy. Really, I'm not mocking you. Your awareness is much higher than those teachers of ours. And you're quite good at subtly changing people. Look at Jiwei; he hasn't even been with you for half a month, and he's completely different from when he first arrived. He's all 'the people' this and 'the masses' that now."

On the other side, Yang Shu, who had been hugging his arms and pretending to doze, spoke up. "If you ask me, it's just that your awareness is low."

Zhao Jiwei nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Exactly, exactly."

Wang Yan ignored their bickering and continued patiently replying to messages. After a while, the sound of Gao Chao calling for action came through the walkie-talkie in the car.

They quickly opened the doors and got out, heading straight for the back door of the Tongle Mahjong Parlor. Li Dawei scrambled over, and seeing the back door open a crack, he kicked it shut with a bang, then he and Zhao Jiwei, who had caught up, pressed their weight against it.

Wang Yan wasn't in such a hurry. He stood there with his hands behind his back, looking up with a smile at the few people straddling the window.

Although the second floor wasn't very high, it was a commercial building with a ceiling height of over three meters. Straddling the window meant being over a meter higher, making it a drop of over four meters. With people blocking the bottom, Wang Yan was pleased by their wisdom in not suffering a sprained ankle or broken leg. He watched as they were plucked down one by one by the station comrades who had climbed up; the handling wasn't very gentle, and shoes were sent flying...

It was at this moment that several police cars arrived. Wang Yan and the others opened the back door, went inside to maintain order, handcuffed the people, and loaded them into the cars. After a chaotic scramble and two trips, all thirty-plus people in the mahjong parlor were arrested.

It was foreseeable that tonight would be another sleepless night.

Everyone had to be interrogated and have statements taken; it was a massive project. Determining the crime of gambling wasn't easy. Generally, only the boss and the recruiters would face criminal charges, which, based on the situation, would likely be three years or more. This also involved whether there was fraud or illegal usury, which required slow interrogation and follow-up investigation.

The numerous gamblers would be given administrative detention for a certain number of days and fined, based on the specific circumstances of their gambling and their attitude during interrogation. Most would get seven days or less and a five-hundred-yuan fine. Only a few who continued to act tough at the station, or who had played for very high stakes, would get ten to fifteen days and fines of several thousand yuan.

Wang Yan didn't participate in the interrogations; he had his own work to do. But it was similar to last time: he didn't participate, but stayed in the building comparing fingerprints, while everyone else went to the basement to take statements.

Because he had participated in the arrests, even though they returned early today, it was still past eleven o'clock by the time he finished the daily fingerprint comparisons.

After finishing, Wang Yan finally began to look through the high stack of case files on his desk.

The first one he looked at was the oldest: the serial killer case from eighteen years ago, where three women were killed over three months. Thanks to technological progress and the leadership's emphasis, with the directive that "every homicide must be solved," China's homicide clearance rate was over ninety-four percent. The application of DNA had been a major catalyst for solving homicides, and the slogan was coined after DNA became widely used.

As long as biological information was left at the scene, the culprit basically couldn't escape. Hair, blood, sweat, skin cells, etc. —criminals couldn't imagine how many long nights the crime scene investigators spent searching for evidence, how much hair they lost, and how much goji berry tea they would have to drink to recover.

But if no biological information was found and the suspect couldn't be locked in immediately, it was a disaster. It forced the case onto the traditional path of investigation, which meant making a fuss about the victim's social circle—investigating everyone they knew or had contact with. Most importantly, there was the door-to-door investigation in the vicinity of the crime scene, which was an incredibly massive workload.

Then, through these social circles and the anomalies discovered by the masses near the scene, they would try to reconstruct the victim's life. Whether it was family ethics, workplace disputes, or romantic affairs, they would search for anomalies and evidence bit by bit. Once a discovery was made, they would immediately follow up and pursue the lead relentlessly.

But unfortunately, in all four of these cases, no biological information was collected at the scene, and the social circles provided no leads.

The serial killer case from eighteen years ago occurred between June and August of the year 2000. Over three months, on three stormy nights, three young women lost their lives.

The investigation at the time was led by the then-sub-bureau chief, Ma Fei. He wasn't just a figurehead; he was the real deal who had solved many major cases and maintained good order in the jurisdiction. Of course, he had since retired. Because of the serial killer case and the "4-23" extermination case that occurred three years later, both happened during his tenure...

In this serial killer case, the three homicides shared a common point: all three women were sex workers. All were found stripped of their clothes, but there was no sexual assault; they were just dumped in a sewer. All were stabbed and slashed dozens of times with a twenty-centimeter sharp knife, with the wounds carefully avoiding vital organs, causing them to bleed to death in the sewer. It was because of this highly similar modus operandi that the cases were eventually consolidated.

The social circles of these three women were both simple and complex. Every regular client they knew was rounded up and interrogated, but no leads were found. After four months of investigation, it was eventually classified as a random crime of passion.

If there was passion, there must have been a trigger. During that process, the criminal investigation team spent nearly half a year investigating similar cases involving romantic relationships. After all, to be so hateful toward women, to stab and slash them so many times with such venting nature, and to insist on throwing them into a sewer to bleed to death, the perpetrator must have been triggered by something and likely had similar incidents in the past.

But still, nothing was found, and the case was eventually shelved.

The "4-23" extermination case from fifteen years ago involved a wealthy family named Li: two elderly people, a married couple, and a pair of five-year-old twins, all hacked to death with a cleaver or similar weapon. There were signs of resistance from the victims, and based on the wounds and scene traces, it was determined to be a three-person gang.

They stole the family's valuables and consciously erased footprints inside and outside the house. Again, a social circle investigation yielded nothing, and it was eventually determined to be a robbery by a gang that had fled Ping'an City after taking the money.

Just as Gao Chao had said earlier, only half a bloody footprint remained in the pool of blood on the second floor; all other footprints had been wiped with something like a mop, and the footprints leading away had been consciously swept.

That was in 2003. There weren't that many crime movies or detective dramas then, and quite a few families didn't even have televisions. This kind of conscious behavior to clean up traces was not something an ordinary person would possess. So, these weren't just robbers; they were professional, itinerant robbers with a certain level of criminal experience and counter-reconnaissance awareness.

But the strange thing was that, according to the investigation of the victim's family, the assets they kept at home weren't enough to support three people for very long, yet there were no subsequent reports of similar cases involving clean execution and conscious destruction of the scene.

In the end, it also came to nothing, and it severed the career path of Chief Ma, which hadn't been very long to begin with.

The "3-23" dismemberment case from thirteen years ago involved multiple bags containing body parts found at a garbage treatment plant within the jurisdiction. At that time, there was no demolition near Balihe, and garbage treatment plants were usually on the outskirts of the city. The household waste from the Guangming District was all processed in Balihe, and it was only later moved further away due to urban expansion.

It was because a worker found several fingers that the case was reported, leading to a search of the day's garbage and simultaneous notifications to other garbage treatment plants. A large police force was mobilized, and eventually, the upper body was found in the Guangming District, the lower body in the Jinghai District, and the head in the Yuhuatai District.

Ping'an City had four districts: Guangming, Jinghai, Yuhuatai, and the last one, Ping'an, which belonged to the old city. Geographically, Guangming was in the east, Jinghai in the west, and Yuhuatai in the north, surrounding the coastal Ping'an. Ping'an District was the smallest, but undoubtedly the most economically developed, with all the skyscrapers and large shopping malls, and the three subway lines radiated from Ping'an District to the other three.

Eventually, through autopsy and screening, the victim was identified as Yan Fulin from the Guangming District, a Balihe local who was a used car dealer. Again, after a series of investigations and interviews—from family to social circles, to conflicts with others, the so-called "who benefits, who is suspicious"—they investigated several rounds, but of course, there were no leads, and it was shelved.

As for the last one, the floating corpse case from eight years ago in Balihe, it was exactly as the name suggested: a corpse that floated up in the Balihe River. To be precise, it didn't float up; the water level was shallow that summer, and the corpse had been tied to a large rock to sink it. A fisherman's hook caught it, and it was dragged out of the river.

Eventually, through investigation and testing, it was determined that the person was Zhao Zhendong, a Balihe local who had been reported missing by his family two years prior. He was a bit of a hoodlum from Dongning Village. There were blunt force trauma and knife wounds; he had suffered painful torture, but there were no fatal wounds—he had drowned, meaning he had been drowned alive in the river.

Again, they investigated his social circle and conflicts, but again, nothing was found.

Like the dismemberment case, they just couldn't find the fatal point of conflict. There were certainly suspects, but after investigation, they were all ruled out.

Not to mention the other three cases, but regarding this last floating corpse case, the more Wang Yan looked at it, the more he felt it had something to do with Zhao Zhangyi, the village chief of Dongning Village. After all, it was certain that Zhao Zhangyi had issues, and this Zhao Zhendong was a hoodlum with a record; Zhao Zhangyi couldn't be uninvolved.

Of course, he thought so, and the members of the special investigation team at the time also thought so. Zhao Zhangyi had been investigated. It was just that he had worked at a construction company opened by Zhao Zhangyi's son, and many people in the village had worked there; even now, some were working for the Zhao family, and there were no other leads pointing to Zhao Zhangyi.

Moreover, Zhao Zhangyi didn't actually have such great power that the villagers dared not speak. After all, when Wang Yan went to visit, he heard countless bad things about Zhao Zhangyi. When the homicide happened, the whole village must have been full of police; who would still be afraid of Zhao Zhangyi? According to the statements, they all added fuel to the fire and spoke ill of Zhao Zhangyi, but not a single person mentioned the conflict between Zhao Zhendong and Zhao Zhangyi.

After all, the gap in status was too large. Zhao Zhendong was a hoodlum, and although he was of the same generation as Zhao Zhangyi and not many years apart, Zhao Zhangyi already had a net worth of over ten million at that time. And the modus operandi was also problematic. Zhao Zhangyi's eldest son was in construction; he would have just poured him into a concrete pillar—it would have been safe, simple, and efficient. There was no reason to sink him in the river.

Wang Yan flipped through the case files of the four cases at a glance, but even he had no leads. Or to put it another way, if he could find a problem just by looking at these files, then China would basically be finished.

After all, they had been restarted several rounds, and the files had been flipped through countless times. If the cases could be solved, how incompetent would the various special investigation teams organized by the municipal bureau and provincial department have been?

First of all, one must admit that some cases just cannot be solved. Limited by various factors, it is impossible to grasp comprehensive information, and coupled with the deceitfulness of the human heart and true and false misdirections, all of these affect the solving of cases.

It would be the same if Wang Mouren personally took over. Moreover, he wasn't a professional criminal investigator. Everyone had the same leads. There was no negligence among the many people on the special investigation team. If the special investigation team couldn't handle it, he wouldn't be able to either; he still had to slowly conduct investigations. And it was highly likely that the results of his investigations would not be much different from before.

Why were investigations constantly restarted and relevant personnel constantly re-interviewed? Besides reasons related to various performance indicators, another point that could not be ignored was that if someone lied, they would often reveal flaws the second time.

After all, human memory is limited. Even if this event was something they could never forget even in their dreams, after such a long time, relaxation was inevitable, and negligence was certain to exist. It wouldn't work to have the exact same story; how to convey the same meaning while having a different version that also fit their own personality—the average person didn't have that skill.

Of course, ordinary police officers didn't have this judgment either; it required veteran police officers.

These four cases definitely had veteran police officers involved, and the special investigation teams were composed of capable police officers. If there were any loopholes, they would have discovered them immediately. This just showed how difficult these four homicides in Balihe were to handle.

In terms of merit, if any of these four cases had a new lead discovered, the investigation restarted, and a key role played in solving it, that would be a Second-Class Merit. If a lead was discovered but one didn't participate in solving it, but the case was solved, that would still be a Third-Class Merit.

After reading dozens of case files and feeling confident, it was already midnight. Except for the occasional person coming up to smoke or get hot water for coffee, no one showed any signs of leaving. It was the rhythm of everyone sleeping in the dormitory and smelling each other's stinky feet.

Wang Yan, of course, had no such thoughts, and even less intention to help. After tidying up, he drove his little car back home from the backyard, took a cold shower, and lay on the bed brewing sleepiness...

The next day, he exercised early again. In fact, during the time he had been here, he only didn't practice for the first few days; the rest of the time he had kept it up. Fortunately, he was full of energy and only needed a few hours of sleep. Otherwise, working like that every day, who would have the energy to exercise? That wasn't exercise; that was shortening one's life and courting death.

That was what Li Dawei said. Xia Jie and the others were shocked by Wang Yan's energy. They were so tired every day that they fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow, yet Wang Yan still ran over ten kilometers every morning. Was he even human?

After washing up and changing clothes, Wang Yan drove to find a place for breakfast. Although the station had a new master chef, if possible, he still preferred to find good food outside. After all, if he ever cooked again and reached the master level, the decent food he was eating now would become terrible. So, he ate as well as he could.

He drove quite a distance to finish his meal and went to pick up the newly made business cards with the new public account added, arriving at the station after eight o'clock.

Unsurprisingly, his comrades were all yawning with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes, looking listless.

"Why are you here so late?" Xia Jie asked curiously, looking quite energetic; she had even put on light makeup to cover up her unhealthy complexion from staying up late. She had been waiting all morning, wanting to go out for a walk; she was already sick of writing materials.

"What's the rush?" Wang Yan shook his head, amused. "Wasn't yesterday the last day? There were only a few families left." Wang Yan took a thermos cup out of his eight-piece set and drank some water. "Did the station chief tell you just now that you applied to join me in visiting the masses?"

"Don't want to take me?"

"How could that be? Taking a beautiful police flower like you feels much better than those three. The station chief agreed; just follow me tomorrow morning."

"Visiting Xincheng Aofu?"

"Right, the order of visits is already set. It should take ten days or half a month."

Xia Jie nodded. "Please guide me well, Brother Yan~"

"Don't do that; it's too affected. I need to stay away from you." Wang Yan looked disgusted and nimbly dodged the slap Xia Jie aimed at him, going to wash his cup and brew new tea.

It wasn't that he was obsessed with cleanliness and always washed his cup; it was mainly because he was running outside all day, and there was actually a layer of floating dust on the cup. Although his immune system was extremely powerful, and he had even eaten meals on the battlefield with hands covered in who-knows-whose blood, if there were no conditions, he wouldn't care, but if there were conditions, he should still pay attention.

After brewing the tea, he went to find the administrative clerk to get the files for the four homicides. Each case was a thick stack of large notebooks, and even then, they weren't complete. These should be the situation from the first round of investigation, with a copy kept on file at the crime scene for backup. Later investigations almost didn't involve anyone from their station; at most, the station would send someone to assist, act as a guide, or do odd jobs.

And according to the different divisions of labor in the police, those sent from the station to do odd jobs were usually quite happy. After all, it counted as being seconded to the special investigation team, and at least they participated in a real homicide investigation, even if the case wasn't solved, and they followed along for who knew how many long nights.

Carrying the large pile of files back to his workstation, he saw Li Dawei and the others returning together and asked casually, "Operation?"

"Caught a gang stealing electric scooters; a lot of people went." Li Dawei smiled. "Brother Yan, you're back so early—is the visiting completely finished? We applied to the station chief, and he didn't refuse. I want to see if you're a fake Conan or if you're really that amazing."

Wang Yan shook his head, amused. "You'll have to wait in line. The station chief let Xia Jie go with me first; we'll see later."

"It's fine, we knew when Xia Jie applied. What's that pile on your desk? '4-23 Extermination Case'... what?" Li Dawei turned his head and widened his small eyes. "Brother Yan, are you going to solve our station's homicides?"

"Can you keep it down? Everyone is working."

Wang Yan waved his hand at the people around him. "Don't misunderstand; I'm just looking to see what the cases are about. If I have cases in mind, I'll pay more attention when I'm visiting; maybe I'll get lucky and find some clues."

"Then you're really daring to think." Yang Shu retorted mercilessly. "I heard these have been solved several rounds already, and there's still no breakthrough."

"Maybe I'm too excellent, making you think that me looking at a case means I'm going to solve it. Can't I just look?" Wang Yan wore a look of desolation, like a master who had no rivals, sat in his chair, and turned to say, "You can see the investigation logic of the special investigation team at the time in the files; it's good to learn. You underestimated me before, and now you think I'm going to solve the cases?"

Zhao Jiwei said, "Brother Yan, I believe in you. There are four cases; you have to solve at least one. Don't forget to take me with you when the time comes."

Although he really wanted to experience being a public security policeman going out to enforce the law and strike at criminals, he was conflicted about not being able to earn merit with his good brother again. Who told him to have a clearer understanding of his good brother's strength?

But then thinking that this was already a foregone conclusion and he would have to be away from his good brother for at least a month and a half, he felt some pain. To experience the work of a public security policeman, the price he paid was a bit high. After all, he had only been working for half a month and had already earned merit to reduce his probation period by three months, and he still had merit saved up. His liver hurt...

The few chatted for a while, then sat down to continue their work.

Wang Yan didn't rush to flip through the files but started today's fingerprint comparison. Soon it was dinner time, and amidst the thanks of everyone giving him a thumbs up, Wang Yan also went to the cafeteria for dinner.

This new master chef was indeed not bad; his skills reached the third-level standard. Compared to the previous player who hadn't even finished practicing the first level, it was simply heaven and earth.

Although compared to Wang Yan's own fourth-level culinary skills and master's palate, the third-level food still lacked something, at least it was edible...

Thanks to (Guangpi de Xiao Jiangshi) for the 5000-coin tip and continued support.

Thanks to (Boihe ye Shanghuo) for the 1500-coin tip and continued support.

Thanks to (Tieguanyin), (Nangong Yiye), (Aichi Shuiguo de Laohu), (Zhuo Ran), (Xiao Yao), and (Quge Mingzi Hao Nan Ga) for their continued support.

Daily thanks to the good brothers who voted for monthly tickets for their support.

Thanks to all the brothers who voted for recommendations for their support.

Thanks to the brothers who read silently for their support.

"Gone!"

"It's okay." Wang Yan nodded and said, "Besides these, he should have retired from the army for less than a year. His service time should be five years, which is a first-term non-commissioned officer. He should have served in the northern border defense."

"I overlooked that he was a soldier, but now that I think about it, it should be okay. But how did you see the five years?"

"I see he is only twenty-three or twenty-four, plus the traces of calluses on his hands, judged comprehensively."

Xia Jie widened her eyes in surprise: "You can even see this?"

"Keen insight is what you need to continue learning, Comrade Xia Jie." Wang Yan said with his hands behind his back and his head held high, in the lonely manner of a master.

While joking, the security guard came out: "Police comrade, please wait a moment; our manager will be here soon."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Served in the army before?"

"You saw it very accurately; I was in the border defense of Heilongjiang, did it for five years, and retired last year." The young man nodded with a smile and subconsciously puffed out his chest.

"Is your home in our Ping'an City?"

"Anfu Town. I don't know how to do any work; the salary here is high, and retired soldiers have an advantage as security guards, so I came here to work."

Wang Yan wondered: "Your resettlement fee should be around two hundred thousand, right? Didn't you do a small business or something? With your conditions, it shouldn't be a big problem to get a living and marry a wife in your hometown, right?"

"How could it be that easy? I don't have any skills and don't know what to do; wouldn't I lose everything? And my mother had heart bypass surgery, which cost more than one hundred thousand at once..." The young man sighed and shook his head.

"Is your mother recovering well?"

"It's okay, just can't do any work. They said as long as I pay attention and take that anticoagulant medicine on time, there shouldn't be a big problem."

"That's for sure; you don't have to worry. I visited Dongning Village before, and there was someone who had bypass surgery fifteen years ago and is still fine. Pay attention to diet, exercise, and rest, and there shouldn't be a big problem." Wang Yan asked, "How long have you been working here? How much do they pay you a month?"

"More than two months; seven thousand a month, including food and lodging, working twelve hours a day. Recruiting retired soldiers like us is just to stand guard at the door, making it look good." The young man spoke very directly, "It's just a face-saving job."

"But with you standing here, the residents of the community also have a sense of security. This earns more than I do; I only earn four thousand a month, also working from morning till night." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, took out a business card, and handed it over, "My name is Wang Yan; this is my business card; both my phone number and WeChat are on it. If you have anything, find me anytime. If you find any suspicious people, or if you have any problems, it's all fine; I will reply when I see it."

"Hey, alright, not allowed to play with mobile phones at work; I'll add you tonight. Can I also consult on legal issues?"

"What are you saying? Can a police officer not understand the law?"

Chatting and laughing, in a short while, they saw an electric sightseeing car driving over from inside the community, and a middle-aged man who was slightly chubby, wore glasses, and had his hair combed back showed a smile on the car.

"Is it Officer Wang? Hello, hello, hello, I am Ning Jian; Officer Zhang has already told me that you are coming to our community to visit the masses. To tell you the truth, I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I have heard about your deeds in Dongning Village before; everyone says you are a detective."

Wang Yan shook hands with him and raised an eyebrow: "No need to be so polite; Manager Ning, you aren't flattering me, are you? Has it spread all the way here?"

"How could that be? It's sincere. Do you still have an impression of Li Xiulan?" Seeing Wang Yan nod, he clapped his hands, "That's my second aunt; I went to their house two days ago, and she was nagging to me, saying you wanted to visit the whole Balihe."

"And in our community, there are also some people who came from Dongning Village; you know this situation; they haven't broken contact with that side. Although they live in a building now, the relationship between people has become distant, but your big name has spread in our community, and everyone is waiting for you to come."

"So that's how it is; that's all the people supporting my work." Wang Yan nodded with gratification and smiled, "If I remember correctly, your mother is named Li Xiulian, and your father should be named Ning Zhirong?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Officer Wang has a really good memory."

"Stop flattering; let's go, let's go inside and talk."

"This... Officer Wang, it's not that I'm causing trouble for you, but there is a situation I must tell you first."

Seeing Wang Yan nod, Ning Jian said, "There is someone in our property management who rented a house before and is making a scene there, saying that when they moved, they left behind a jewelry necklace worth more than thirty thousand, wanting to find the landlord to get it back, but the landlord said she didn't take it, and the new tenant also said they didn't see it, and they are making a scene at our property management. I don't need to be a police officer to know that this kind of thing is hard to handle, how about..."

This kid was quite honest; he didn't push the matter to him just because he saw a police officer. Of course, it might also be because he saw he was young and was afraid he would make things worse. Wang Yan waved his hand: "Reporting to the police? What's the use of making a scene?"

"Just came not long ago, reasoning, hasn't reached that step yet."

"Then your wording is incorrect; pay attention in the future; don't easily say people are making a scene." Wang Yan said something neither light nor heavy, then said, "Let's go, let's go take a look."

Immediately, Wang Yan waved his hand at the security guard, took Xia Jie, followed Ning Jian, got on the electric sightseeing car, and headed toward the property building in the community.

The property building was quite imposing, with two three-story buildings built in the community, one for property management office and the other for opening some places to serve owners, such as table tennis, children's playground, etc.

The air conditioning in the property management was very strong; as soon as they entered the door, there was a refreshing coolness. Along with the coolness came a loud argument, which originated from the property management reception area.

On the sofa in the reception area sat a young couple about twenty-five or twenty-six, a couple about twenty-three or twenty-four, and a woman in her forties with permed hair.

The couple in their twenties saw Wang Yan and Xia Jie, who came in with Ning Jian, first and immediately stopped talking. The man stood up and said: "Police comrade, you come and judge for us."

Looking at the gazes of the other young couple and the woman in her forties, Ning Jian walked a few steps and smiled: "Let me introduce; this is Officer Wang Yan from the Balihe Police Station, and this is Officer Xia Jie. They happened to come to our community to visit the masses and caught up with your matter, so they came to take a look at the situation."

Seeing that they were all about to speak, Wang Yan stretched out his palm to stop them, opened the law enforcement recorder on his chest, and Xia Jie followed suit and opened the recorder.

Immediately, Wang Yan took Xia Jie and sat on the sofa. This sofa was quite good, with all four sides, and the venue was large, not crowded, looking quite generous instead.

Ning Jian found someone to tell them to serve tea and sat down beside Wang Yan.

He believed Wang Yan was a good police officer, but he still felt it was too magical; it was just a kid who had just graduated in his twenties; he wanted to feel at close range how capable this kid was.

Xia Jie sat on the other side obediently, opened the notebook she carried, picked up a pen, and prepared to record the situation. This was equivalent to handling a case independently; she was a little excited, but she tried her best to restrain it, because just listening to Ning Jian's statement, she already felt it was difficult to handle.

Catching a thief requires catching the loot; saying the things were lost with just empty words and wanting others to return them had no credibility. But clearly, if they didn't support the victim, they definitely wouldn't be willing.

Clearly, Wang Yan, sitting in the middle, was the protagonist, and everyone's gaze fell on him.

Wang Yan didn't rush to speak, but first looked at the five people, then cleared his throat and spoke...

Thanks to (Fu Xinwen) big brother for the 2000-coin tip to continue support.

Thanks to (Bookworm Little Liang) (Gun Barrel Front Sight) (Still) (Nangong Yiye) (Dead House Old Bookworm) (Drinker Liuming) (Sugar Gourd without Sugar) (Salted Fish Onion) (Only seek half satisfaction) nine big brothers for continuing support.

Daily thanks to the good brothers who voted for monthly tickets for support,

Thanks to all the brothers who voted for recommendations for support,

Thanks to the big brothers who silently read the book for support.