Chapter 780

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have flowers growing on my face? Are you mesmerized by my divine beauty?"

Wang Yan drove the little car with one hand, tilting his head to look at Xia Jie, who was staring at him blankly and foolishly.

"So narcissistic." Xia Jie rolled her eyes. "I was just thinking, you can consider this a deed of immeasurable merit, right? Rescuing sixteen children on the spot—this gang was truly rampant. Who knows how many more were abducted by them before. It's just that you watched the surveillance for an entire night, found the traffickers' identities, and even provided the license plate numbers."

"It counts as some merit, but it hasn't reached the level of 'immeasurable'." Wang Yan said with a chuckle, "Our country has been fighting human trafficking for so many years; those comrades who travel around all year round are the ones who are truly immeasurable. They don't even know how many children they've saved. I just provided the clues. The past month or more of investigation, surveillance, and operations—that was the result of all the comrades working together. You can't credit all the merit to me."

"It's just that now, I can finally face those two families. You have no idea; walking through Dongning Village, if you happen to run into them and see the pleading and hope in their eyes, that feeling is just too terrible."

"You really are a good person."

"Well said, don't say it again in the future. Haven't you seen the Jiang Wen movie? Good people have to be held at gunpoint by others. It's hard to be a good person. Let me tell you, never think about having the best of both worlds. If you want to be a good person and also want the masses to thank you, that's impossible. Take the simplest thing: the neighbor we mediated for two days ago, one of the families always put their trash at someone else's door."

"We made it look like the mediation went very well, and they seemed to be convinced, but in reality, once they closed their doors, that family who put the trash at the door definitely cursed us for meddling in their business. But why did they still comply? Why did they keep promising never to do it again? If reasoning worked, they would have changed long ago; we wouldn't have needed to go to their door. It's just because they were afraid of being targeted by me, afraid that I would find trouble and arrest them. It's such a simple truth; do you really think they were listening to reason?"

"The way you put it, it's as if the masses are all bad people."

"But you have to admit that there are bad people among the masses."

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow and received a roll of the eyes in return.

Wang Mou's charm was irresistible, especially since he was now spending every waking moment with Xia Jie. During the day, they visited the masses together and ate together; at night, they worked overtime at the same desk and then went back to rest together. Except for the occasional time Xia Jie had to go home to deal with her troublesome mother, they were almost inseparable.

This kind of natural influence was extremely terrifying; it would form a psychological dependence. Even though Wang Yan hadn't focused much on studying it, their relationship deepened day by day through such long periods of communication and companionship—it was characterized by its naturalness.

Xia Jie might not have realized it herself yet, but in fact, everyone in the station felt it. They were watching the show at close range day after day, but no one said anything.

Amidst the laughter, they arrived at Xincheng Aofu to visit the masses again.

Walking through the residential complex, greeting people along the way, they entered a building and took the elevator to the top floor. This was a new building; the two of them started from the top floor and walked down the stairs, checking during the process whether the emergency exits were occupied and inspecting the fire safety facilities as well.

The two of them visited like this, and finally, after lunch, they visited a villager from Dongning Village.

This was a couple in their sixties living in a ninety-eight-square-meter apartment.

"Is that Officer Wang? Oh my, we finally waited for you to come. The two of us used to live in Dongning Village and only moved here last year." The elderly couple enthusiastically invited Wang Yan and Xia Jie inside.

Although the elderly couple kept saying it wasn't necessary and to just walk in with their shoes on, Wang Yan and Xia Jie still put on shoe covers so as not to cause them any trouble.

After some pleasantries upon entering, Xia Jie chatted with the elderly couple while Wang Yan sat quietly to the side, occasionally interjecting a word or two. During the conversation, their situation was revealed bit by bit.

The elderly couple were the same age, both sixty-four; the old man was named Xu Caixing, and the old woman was named Qu Xiulian. They had two sons and three daughters. The second son had settled down in Jinan, while the three daughters were all in Ping'an City, though they lived quite far away and only came back to visit occasionally. The elderly couple lived with their eldest son, Xu Degui.

Xu Degui ran a wholesale business and had caught a good time in his early years; although he didn't make a fortune, he made decent money. Previously, the elderly couple lived in the village by themselves, and Xu Degui had bought a small apartment in the city early on. The year before last, the old man fell ill, and a cerebral infarction left half of his body unable to move. He only recovered after a few months of recuperation, but he hadn't fully recovered.

At this point, the children felt that the elderly couple couldn't be left without someone by their side. After the whole family discussed it, Xu Degui also felt his apartment was too small, and the elderly couple were used to living in Balihe, so they bought two adjacent apartments here. Xu Degui bought a large apartment of over a hundred square meters for himself, and together with his younger siblings—the second son, who was doing the best but couldn't be there to provide care, contributed the largest share—he put up 400,000 yuan, and the family pooled money to buy this ninety-plus-square-meter apartment next door for the elderly couple.

They ate and lived with the eldest son's family on weekdays, but lived in two separate apartments, so they didn't disturb each other; it was arranged quite well.

If you say these children are filial, they all live quite far away; although they are in the same city, they might not see each other once a month. If you say they aren't filial, when their parents needed care, the whole family pooled hundreds of thousands to buy and renovate the apartment.

Xia Jie had chatted enough, and Wang Yan, who had been drinking tea for a while, asked: "Grandpa, Grandma, do you know anything about the Zhao Zhendong case in your village?"

The elderly couple were stunned for a moment, recalled for a while, and the old man said: "Didn't he die a long time ago? It seems you still haven't solved the case, Little Wang. Is this case handed over to you?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "No, I just looked at the case file to understand the situation. Grandpa, Grandma, do you still remember what happened before?"

"In this lifetime, we've only been questioned by the police once. They asked back and forth, how could we not remember?"

The old man said, "That was eight years ago, right? It seems it was in the afternoon. A bunch of police arrived in the village, asking door to door, asking and recording as they went. I remember they asked me what Zhao Zhendong was usually like in the village, who he had conflicts with, and about his relatives and friends. Little Wang, you should know clearly that Zhao Zhendong was a famous good-for-nothing loafer in the village, proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling."

"With someone like him, where would he have any real relatives or friends? Everyone was annoyed by him, but didn't dare to scold him. How could we decent people fight against that loafer? On weekdays, we all avoided him, out of sight, out of mind, so I really don't know much. I remember the police seemed to suspect Zhao Zhangyi at the time, asking in every way whether they had any business together."

"People in our village also felt that Zhao Zhangyi killed him, but no one knew what was going on. If we knew, wouldn't you have arrested him long ago? Could we still let that Zhao guy be so rampant until today?"

The old man said a lot, which amounted to saying nothing, and he looked like he knew everything, while at the same time deeply expressing his disdain for the Dongning Village director, Zhao Zhangyi. However, although the old man had a cerebral infarction, he wasn't confused; he didn't blame the failure to deal with Zhao Zhangyi on Wang Yan, a small police officer from the station, and didn't curse him out.

Wang Yan smiled: "Grandpa is right, that's exactly the case. Now, I'm also thinking about understanding the situation better. Maybe some small things that were forgotten at the time, if we look back and think carefully now, we might find some clues, and then we can deal with Zhao Zhangyi. Grandpa, Grandma, think carefully, ten years ago, that is, in June 2008, what was Zhao Zhendong doing before he went missing? Was there anything unusual?"

"It was a big deal at the time. Such a living person, just disappeared like that. Although everyone didn't like Zhao Zhendong and was actually quite happy, when the police came to ask, everyone was quite cooperative. There really wasn't anything unusual. I remember... four days before he went missing, I saw him. He was swaying, looking quite happy. Maybe he won money gambling outside?"

"I didn't pay him any mind, and then he suddenly disappeared. I don't know anything else. But when the police asked me at the time, they didn't ask that much, just asked me when I last saw Zhao Zhendong and which way he went. I mentioned it, and it seems the police at the time didn't pay attention. Later, when the body was found, when the police came to ask, I had forgotten. Later, when I chatted with people in the village, I remembered that I seemed to be the last one to see him."

"But you police came to ask me two or three times, and I told them this situation, but it might not be of any use."

The police at the time really didn't pay attention, and the later police didn't pay attention either. Zhao Zhendong being happy was not a situation worth noting. Because Zhao Zhendong was happy every day; happy gambling, happy whoring, happy when the wine was good, happy smoking good cigarettes, and he could also be happy verbally teasing the old women in the village.

Even if this happiness wasn't grasped, it had no extra influence. Because what the police were looking for was conflict; the reason for Zhao Zhendong's crying or laughing was precisely what they were looking for.

To solve Zhao Zhendong's case, Zhao Zhendong's loafer friends, the small gambling dens he often went to, and the "female bodhisattva" market he often frequented were all swept through. Whoever entertained Zhao Zhendong was in for trouble.

Which day he gambled, how much he won or lost, which day he whored, who received the guest, which day he drank, who he drank with, and what they said—these situations were all grasped back then. The power of the People's Police is not a joke.

Just as Wang Yan told Xia Jie, if it could be solved, it would have been solved many years ago; he was just asking with hope. Of course, this "happiness" did indeed explain some problems.

Because eight days before Zhao Zhendong's brother reported him missing, Zhao Zhendong didn't gamble or whore; he just drank a little with his unlucky friends. But the day he drank didn't match the time Grandpa Xu Caixing said; the drinking happened two days earlier, on June 8th, while if Xu Caixing was accurate, he saw Zhao Zhendong on the 10th, and Zhao Zhendong's brother reported him missing on the 14th.

So the problematic time was in the period between the 9th and the 14th. And according to the forensic autopsy, Zhao Zhendong was beaten and tortured by multiple people for one to two days, which narrowed the range to the 9th to the 12th. It was within these four days that something happened that led to Zhao Zhendong's tragic death.

Although the special investigation team's direction was mainly on conflict relationships, they also paid attention to this matter. It's just that the time they set was between the 6th and the 14th, and they also invested energy to investigate. But obviously, nothing was found. Wang Yan now narrowed the time from nine days to four days, which seemed more precise, but it was also useless. After all, it had been ten years...

This old man still had a cerebral infarction; he swore it was four days before he went missing. Who would dare to really believe it? They would definitely still investigate according to the safest way. However, Wang Yan would still choose to believe it a little, because the safe way had already been investigated, and the case wasn't solved.

Wang Yan nodded: "I see, Grandpa. This is my business card, it has my phone number and WeChat on it. Come, let me help you add it, if you have anything in the future, just call me..."

Under the enthusiastic send-off of the elderly couple, Wang Yan took Xia Jie and left, continuing to walk downstairs. Another two hours passed, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, while he was chatting with the masses, his phone rang. After answering and saying a few words, he hung up and took over Xia Jie's conversation, spent another ten minutes understanding the situation, and then took Xia Jie away from Xincheng Aofu.

"Why are you leaving so urgently? Did the reporters come?" Xia Jie trotted along beside Wang Yan.

"Smart. Not just reporters; the people from the Municipal Bureau and our Director Song have all come. The families of both sides have also brought their children and are all waiting. The director told me to hurry back."

"Such a big lineup?"

"A small police officer plays a big role, tracking thousands of miles, police from multiple places jointly handling the case, smashing a large human trafficking gang, rescuing sixteen abducted children on the spot, and tracking down even more children who had already been sold. This is a big case, not inferior to the drug trafficking case we provided clues for before. And it has stronger social influence, so it's not surprising that the leaders attach importance to it."

Xia Jie blinked and asked: "Then aren't you going to be credited with merit again?"

"Isn't this third-class merit this time it? It must have all been counted. Otherwise, the previous merit actually wasn't enough. The operation must have been decided long ago, and the situation was grasped in advance, which is why I was given third-class merit this time. If I had participated in the whole process, I feel such a great achievement could have earned second-class merit. But we serve the people, so whether there is merit or not doesn't matter."

"Are you drafting a speech for me?"

"How can you say that? We've been together for so long, don't you know anything about me? Am I the kind of person who pursues merit and advancement? It's just that I do community work and discover too many situations; the merit keeps bumping into me, and I really can't avoid it. After all, it's all closely related to the safety of the people's lives and property. But of course, it's good to have merit; that's an affirmation of our work, it's an honor."

"I don't believe a word of it." Xia Jie curled her lips.

Laughing and joking, Wang Yan drove the little car back to the backyard of the police station. At this moment, the police station looked brand new. In the flower bed swaying with bougainvillea, let alone cigarette butts, there wasn't even a speck of ash; the soil had been shoveled away, and it had been newly watered.

Wang Yan walked into the building swaying, and saw reporters interviewing Cao Army Supervisor...

Cao Army Supervisor stuttered and said good things about Wang Yan, but was asked by the reporter to be more natural.

Cao Army Supervisor had thousands of words in his heart, all of which were affectionate greetings to the ancestors of the Wang family for eighteen generations. In his thirty-plus years of life, he had suffered the greatest grievances twice. Once was given by Wang Yan, and the other time was also given by Wang Yan.

"Oh my, you brat, you finally came back. So many people are waiting for you alone." Wang Shouyi walked out in a hurry, clutching his phone, as Wang Yan's phone rang and stopped.

"I was halfway through visiting over there, how could I just drop the phone and leave?"

"You..." Wang Shouyi gave Wang Yan a slap in annoyance. "Liu Jizhe, Wang Yan is back, that's him."

Liu Jizhe was a woman in her thirties, well-maintained, with exquisite makeup, exuding a sense of capability; one look and you could tell she was a veteran reporter. This kind of interview was a political task; young people couldn't be sent out.

Hearing Wang Shouyi's words, Liu Jizhe let Cao Army Supervisor go, silently moved a step, nodded to the photographer who had a tacit understanding, cleared her throat, and said: "Okay, so we see that the trainee police officer of the Balihe Police Station, Wang Yan, who made outstanding contributions to this smashing of a major child trafficking criminal gang, has already finished the work of visiting the masses door-to-door with his colleagues and rushed back to meet the families of the children who have been reunited."

After speaking, the reporter walked directly over: "Hello Wang Yan, I am a reporter from our provincial station. Regarding meeting the families who are coming to thank you, what are your thoughts at this moment?"

Glancing at Cao Army Supervisor, who had run to a corner to hide with a look of having survived a disaster, Wang Yan nodded to the reporter and shook his head, saying: "I feel very ashamed; I just did what a People's Police officer should do..."

After a simple interview, Wang Yan was taken to the conference room by Wang Shouyi, met the deputy leader from the Municipal Bureau, and then followed them to the reception room in the front to meet the two families who had lost their children.

As soon as he saw Wang Yan, Brother Ma walked up and was about to kneel down and kowtow without saying a word. Wang Yan hurriedly stopped him and talked to them with a smile. At first, it went well, but after two sentences, both families started crying, and the children who were held tightly in their arms also cried.

The two children were sent to the hospital as soon as they were rescued, and a full set of examinations was arranged overnight. They were just frightened and had some psychological trauma, but the children were still young and didn't remember everything. With growth and the warmth of the family, they would gradually get better.

Wang Yan performed "magic" on the spot, comforting the crying crowd and smoothing their emotions bit by bit. This was very normal; crying when picking them up, crying when coming back, and crying when seeing their benefactor here. It was that kind of heart-wrenching feeling of being reunited after loss; the suffering of the past two months was just too painful. Looking at the children's cautious appearance, their noses all felt sour.

It was a good thing, and although the crying was understandable, it was of course better not to cry. Wang Yan comforted them for a while, mainly teasing the two children, and soon teased the two nervous little ones into smiling. When the children smiled, everyone felt relieved.

Then the procedure began, with each family presenting a silk banner: "Good Police of the People," "Meticulous, Saved My Child, Heart for the People, Heroic Police." These were the banners the two families gave to Wang Yan. Where would they have time to make silk banners? Besides, making silk banners also takes time. This was of course because the police from the Municipal Bureau who accompanied them to pick up the children earlier asked for their wishes, and then transmitted the information back for urgent production, all for the sake of a good scene.

It was also for the sake of a good scene that the most important part of today was at the main entrance of the Balihe Police Station, under the gaze of the children's families and other passing masses, under the introduction of the reporter, under the filming of the camera, and under the filming of the propaganda officer from the Municipal Bureau, the deputy leader from the Municipal Bureau awarded Wang Yan the third-class merit medal and certificate on the spot, and gave a speech about Wang Yan's work.

In short, except for meeting the families, which was natural, the rest were all standard procedures, all kinds of clichés. Wang Yan also outputted a bunch, not to mention Liu Jizhe, even the Municipal Bureau leaders were stunned; the level was quite high, and it wasn't pure clichés, but very substantial.

Director Song and Wang Shouyi applauded throughout, witnessing the glorious moment of their subordinate, and of course, they were also interviewed.

During his time at the police academy, Wang Yan performed excellently. During the police academy student competition, he signed up for more than ten subjects and was first in all of them. His performance since joining the police force could be called legendary among the ranks of the People's Police, where talented people emerge in large numbers nationwide.

In just over a month, using image enhancement technology and fingerprint comparison technology, he quickly solved hundreds of various cases, leading to Ping'an City spontaneously forming an action to combat theft and robbery. Visiting the masses, he discovered several unregistered drug users and arrested two online fugitives with bounties from the Provincial Department, one of whom was arrested on the day he joined the job.

He provided clues to smash a gambling den and a health supplement fraud gang, and thereby widely mobilized the masses in Dongning Village to actively and proactively look for similar fraud activities. He provided clues to smash a den that produced and sold toxic e-cigarettes. He discovered a major crime scene of murder and dismemberment, controlled the criminal suspect at the first time, and had perfect on-site disposal.

In half a month of joining the police, he received a commendation and shortened his nine-month probation period. In less than a month and a half of joining the police, he received a third-class merit.

Liu Jizhe's eyes lit up. As a veteran professional news media practitioner, she keenly discovered the topicality of Wang Yan. She immediately expressed that she wanted to make a special program for this young police officer who had just entered the ranks of the People's Police.

Wang Yan of course politely refused; topicality means controversy, and he didn't want to find trouble for himself. But he also politely expressed that if the leaders had requirements, he would obey orders. But the leaders of the Municipal Bureau were right here, and he had already refused, so the leaders of course wouldn't find trouble for themselves. As the richest police officer in the Ping'an City public security system, the leaders of the Municipal Bureau actually knew about Wang Yan.

As for the leaders of the Provincial Department, who knew who he was? Naturally, they wouldn't pay attention. A rich police officer wasn't worth the Municipal Bureau specifically reporting upwards; it was enough that they had a record here.

But speaking of this point, Wang Yan really didn't know how much money he had; anyway, it was enough to spend. But the bureau definitely knew better than him. According to the instructions given by the "living father," he had specifically explained it during the collective pre-job training at the Municipal Bureau before.

An event kept them busy until the evening. The reporter sent the two families back to Dongning Village with several accompanying police officers to get some more material. The leaders of the Municipal Bureau weren't in a hurry to leave either; after eating a sumptuous dinner at the station, it was finally completely over.

Only then did Director Song, who had been applauding all along, transform from a transparent person into a big shot in control of the scene.

He patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, his attitude even more cordial than before: "You brat, you really saved face for me."

Wang Yan said with a chuckle: "It's all thanks to the wise leadership of Wang Suozhang Shouyi."

"Cut the crap, that's my master, I don't need you to flatter him." Director Song looked at Wang Shouyi with a smile. "Master, let me tell you, in the last month, your mass satisfaction has advanced by leaps and bounds, and you've already entered the top hundred. You've even entered the top five in our Guangming District. Keep this momentum; there are still five months left, and you still have a lot of room for improvement. As long as you continue to progress and can reach the top fifty in the city, Master, I guarantee you, I will definitely strive for a collective third-class merit for our station."

Wang Shouyi was now proud and elated, smiling but not taking credit. He knew best that it had something to do with him, but not much. He also patted Wang Yan on the shoulder: "It's all because this brat is capable. From the fifth day he started visiting Dongning Village until now, in a month, Dongning Village hasn't reported a single police case. Now that this brat has been visiting Xincheng Aofu for more than half a month, there hasn't been a police case for more than ten days either."

"And the theft and robbery cases in our jurisdiction have recently dropped to the lowest point, lower than after any previous strict crackdown. The theft case clearance rate in our station in the last month is one hundred percent. Not a single one missed, all solved. The clearance rate for all cases has reached seventy-six percent from the original thirty-five percent. This is a leap-forward progress. With this progress, if you don't apply for a collective third-class merit for me, I won't leave your office."

The past month was a month where the police officers of the Balihe Police Station were worked to death. From the time Wang Yan came to work until now, everyone, except for Zhao Jiwei who was frightened and rested for a day before, had never rested, and everyone got off work at eleven o'clock every day. They were busy to death all day, handling cases during the day and writing materials at night.

But in fact, it was also much easier, because the most common cases in the police station were disputes, and various cases were relatively few. And among these few cases, theft and robbery still accounted for a significant proportion, and many could be solved with fingerprints and images. For this part, they didn't need to use their brains, didn't need to wait for the branch bureau to produce results, just wait for Wang Yan's results.

This saved them a lot of time and energy in handling cases, shortened the case-handling cycle, and allowed them to deal with other types of cases. This naturally made the detection of other types of cases greatly improved and accelerated, driving the various data of the Balihe Police Station to leap forward for the better.

As for the Dongning Village that had been visited, and the Xincheng Aofu that was being visited, there were no police reports. This situation actually couldn't last for a long time, because conflicts are constantly changing. Previous conflicts were mediated, or resolved, or Wang Yan strongly sided with the weak, but there would still be conflicts in the future. But now, it's just that they don't report to the police; it's not that there aren't people calling him to ask him to judge.

And Xincheng Aofu, that was purely scared by him. Two waves were arrested that day, and another wave was arrested for breaking into a house later; it was very imposing. Those who weren't visited by him, those who had emotions basically suppressed them. He kept mediating conflicts, his reputation kept spreading, and those who knew he was truly doing things put down their weapons, waiting for him to visit and solve problems...

Wang Yan smiled: "We should set our sights further. Is it not promising to be in the top fifty? Strive for the top ten; if we can reach the first place, that would be even better. If we go from the bottom to the first place, we should be able to get a collective second-class merit, right?"

"I've heard it from my master; your mouth is really daring." Director Song shook his head. "Do you think being first is that easy? Other stations that originally had good achievements are one thing, but if your station gets first place, the first to come will be the Municipal Bureau's inspection."

"Hey, Director, look at Director Song; when he says good things, it's 'our station,' and when he says bad things, it becomes 'your station'."

"You're an official now, they're all like that." Wang Shouyi didn't indulge him either, putting his hands behind his back and continuing Wang Yan's words, poking Director Song's lungs. The three of them were talking privately; a pair of master and apprentice, and one who couldn't be controlled, wasn't there a lack of rules?

"Heh..." Director Song had a black face.

After laughing and joking for a few sentences, Wang Yan said: "Director Song, Director, I'm not joking. If we thoroughly visit our jurisdiction, we can mediate most of the conflicts. In this process, I can also catch a lot of drug users and gamblers. Fugitives are unlikely; the Tang Hongyuan I caught before made too much noise, and those hiding in Balihe probably ran away. By the end of the year, I can visit half of them, and won't the mass satisfaction soar?

And our various indicators and various data are also looking good. By October, I will write a few more papers on mass work and publish them, and at the end of the year, I will make a report on mass work. I have confidence in handling other residential areas like the current Dongning Village and Xincheng Aofu.

By then, the Director will be promoted to a regular section-level official first, and you, Director Song, although you have only been a branch bureau director for two years, your achievements in the area you are in charge of are so outstanding, you will definitely be sent down to the county bureau to enter the county committee, and then you will..."

"Shut up, if I let you keep talking, I guess I'll become the head of a ministry. Master, is this brat usually fooling you like this?"

Wang Shouyi nodded amusedly: "I'm already a regular department-level official, wearing a white shirt and giving lectures nationwide."

"I'd better go; it's easy to sleep poorly after listening to too much." Director Song patted Wang Yan on the shoulder in annoyance. "Work hard, Master and I both support you. Didn't I leave you my phone number long ago? If you have any problems, call me anytime. Gone, gone, you brat's talk is more unreliable than my dreams..."

Watching the backs of Director Song and his subordinates leaving, Wang Yan lit a cigarette for the smiling Wang Suozhang and said with a smile: "Director, Director Song's endurance is a bit poor. He hasn't even been sent down to the county bureau, and he hasn't even been promoted to a regular department-level official, and he can't take it anymore?"

"Do you think I'm listening to you brag?" Wang Suozhang spat out a puff of smoke gloomily. "This brat is only thirty-two this year; how can he take what you said? Our Director Song really wants to advance..."

"The Director is the Director; he sees things clearly."

The corners of Wang Shouyi's mouth lifted, glancing sideways at Wang Yan: "You brat still have a lot to learn; don't look down on everyone every day."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes..."

Wang Suozhang's mood was very beautiful. Following this rhythm, he felt that the things Wang Yan used to fool him might not be fake; he could still look forward to being a deputy department-level official...

Wang Yan certainly grasped the old brat's thoughts very clearly. Although the things he did had nothing to do with Wang Shouyi, and he didn't even need him to provide any help, he was the Director after all. No matter what, there was the old brat's leadership credit, and the old brat was very happy right now.

After smoking a cigarette with the happy Wang Suozhang, Wang Yan walked into the building swaying. Only then did the comrades in the station have the opportunity to say congratulations to him, and Cao Army Supervisor also echoed with an awkward smile.

Wang Yan responded to them with a smile as if he were a leader on an inspection tour, took his thermos to make tea, teased a few words with everyone, and then returned to his workstation and sat down.

Li Dawei poked his head out: "Brother Yan, let me see your third-class merit medal and certificate?"

"Yo, you're being polite now? I thought you had already taken it and finished looking at it."

"Are you scolding me? Does your little brother not understand this little bit of rules?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, handing over the box and certificate on the table: "If you want to see it, look at it."

Yang Shu also gathered with Zhao Jiwei and Li Dawei, looking carefully at the medal and certificate. All three of them were envious; who wouldn't want to earn merit?

Zhao Jiwei hung the medal in the air and muttered: "Do you know what I want to do most right now?"

"What?" Li Dawei would never let the conversation drop.

"Of course, it's to continue visiting the community with Brother Yan. Who said there's no future in being a community police officer? I've been dealing with those trivial matters every day for half a month, either fighting or arguing, and the ones I've staked out and arrested are all small cases. I feed mosquitoes for half the night, and they only get sentenced to a year or two; those sentenced to more than three years are rare. But look at you guys, how many people has Brother Yan sent in? There are already four death sentences." Zhao Jiwei said with a heavy heart.

The death sentences he mentioned were the four people who organized and planned the e-cigarette incident caught before. More than one kilogram is a death sentence; five kilograms were copied, plus that huge pile of cartridges, all four of them could get a death sentence each.

"Then you have no chance. After visiting Xincheng Aofu, it'll be my turn." Li Dawei laughed, then raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Brother Yan, you visited nearly ten thousand people in Dongning Village in half a month before, but Xincheng Aofu only has five thousand people, why is it so slow?"

"Xincheng Aofu is a new residential area, and most of the buyers are under forty. These people all have to go to work, and many of them can't be seen, so I'm counting on dinner time and rest days to go over. Going back and forth, how could it be fast? But don't worry, it'll be almost done in another half month or so."

Wang Yan explained with a chuckle, as if nothing was wrong, and then said, "Don't think it's that simple; it's not like you'll have merit just by following me. If it were that simple, I should have first-class merit by now. In the half month that Xia Jie and I have been visiting, there hasn't been any merit, just providing clues for one real-world gambling case, one online gambling case, and one drug use case."

"This doesn't count? Last time you provided gambling clues, we were busy for two days; for the drug use clues, you were awarded third-class merit, and Xia Jie was also confirmed for a commendation. How much more merit do you want?"

Yang Shu and Zhao Jiwei nodded in unison, expressing their approval.

Xia Jie said a fair word: "How can every time be to such a great extent? If that were the case, would our country still be okay?"

"Hey, Xia Jie is right. How does that saying go? You just work hard, and leave the rest to God's will. I'm in that state now; I just visit the masses, and if I find any clues, it depends on fate."

Wang Yan waved his hand with a chuckle: "Alright, alright, let me see the things; I haven't seen them either. Hurry up and work, we'll leave on time at nine o'clock; Xia Jie is treating."

"You already have third-class merit, and you still want me to treat?" Xia Jie blinked.

"Then are you treating or not?"

Xia Jie bared her little tiger teeth: "Hehe, treating..."

"Look, isn't that it? Hurry up and work."

Wang Yan took the medal and certificate. He hadn't looked at them carefully before. Although there were all kinds of pictures on the Internet, and some meritorious police officers hung rows of them on their chests, one side wasn't enough, and they had to bloom on both sides of their chests. But those were other people's; these were his own, earned by Wang Mou's solid service to the people.

Although there was no special feeling, looking at the medal in his hand was still quite gratifying. This is the power of national will; it bestows supreme honor upon the medal of merit.

After looking at it for two minutes, he put the things away in the drawer. Wang Yan got up to find the instructor who hadn't gotten off work yet and asked for the surveillance footage of the Zhao Zhendong case.

Zhao Zhendong went missing in 2008. At that time, the country had already started the construction of safe cities and technology-strengthened police, which is to place cameras in various public areas, which was already very popular at that time.

Although Balihe hadn't developed to the current extent at that time, it had already been built quite well, just that the village had three or four more Dongning Villages than now. This is also the reason why the villagers of Dongning Village in the first few years gritted their teeth when sleeping; after all, they shouted about demolition every year and watched other villages get demolished every year. How could they be comfortable?

So although the coverage of surveillance at that time wasn't as comprehensive as it is now, Zhao Zhendong didn't just sway around in the village; he still left a lot of footage before he went missing. Wang Yan didn't watch it before because he didn't have time. A case that hadn't been solved for eight years, what was he in a hurry for? Naturally, other things were the priority. After all, he had to visit during the day, do technical work at night, and occasionally follow along when there were serious police cases and not enough manpower, such as the group fight incident at the open-air barbecue stall, which required the entire Balihe Police Station to be dispatched and kept them busy for half the night...

Watching now is of course because he has time, and he has narrowed the time range. Today, there was only one fingerprint comparison case, and he came back early. It was only after six o'clock, so he was free.

So after receiving the USB flash drive containing the surveillance footage at that time, Wang Yan first spent twenty minutes comparing the fingerprints, and then began to tinker with the surveillance on the computer.

The USB flash drive contained not only surveillance data but also explanatory documents, recording all the times and places where Zhao Zhendong appeared during that period when the case was first solved, and the work was done quite meticulously.

The clarity of ten years ago and the clarity of ten years later naturally cannot be compared, which is also a reason why he didn't watch it before. The observable information was too little, and he had to do image enhancement.

This is a big job, and it is also limited by the computer's hardware. In fact, the data at the branch bureau must have processed videos, but he didn't think those people had better technology than him; he was about to reach the master level. In terms of professional technology in this area, compared with professional people doing this work nationwide, he should be an expert who can be named.

And Zhang Zhijie could see the gap between the Municipal Bureau and his level. Although he hadn't seen what the Municipal Bureau did, he didn't have much confidence, so it was better to do it himself.

After copying the data to the computer and returning the USB flash drive, Wang Yan started working hard...

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