Chapter 110: Mystery Middle‑Aged Man

Jiang Yuanchao, seeing that scene, knew the matter was settled; he only needed to strike while the iron was hot, place a knife to the two men's necks, and a single fright made them surrender on the spot.

Who would have thought Lu Cheng didn't do that, but instead very friendly helped the two up.

What is Lu Cheng going to do? Jiang Yuanchao didn't understand, couldn't read it; every step Lu Cheng took was beyond his expectation.

"Come, come, don't kneel; I'm a public servant of the people. Even if I kneel, it should be me kneeling to you."

Lu Cheng helped the two onto the round dining stools; they stubbornly refused to sit, but Lu Cheng forced them down.

"Don't be nervous, just chat casually—are you two a married couple?"

They exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

Lu Cheng knew they weren't lying; no husband would let his wife's butt be shown to others for free.

Besides, at this point they wouldn't dare lie.

But when the man later gave an explanation, Lu Cheng felt his three views explode.

"She is my sister‑in‑law."

"Your sister‑in‑law? No—does your older brother know?"

What kind of family is this, using a sister‑in‑law's butt to make money?

The man stammered: "We—we should know; I believe my brother's spirit in the afterlife would also support me doing this."

"Your older brother is dead?"

The man nodded: "He died three years ago, leaving two children. My sister‑in‑law is a rural household registration, can't get a job. I used to be a Temporary Worker in a warehouse; I was fired for stealing things. No way, to avoid starving…"

"How many people have you swindled today?"

"Just—just opened." The man hurriedly handed over two coins.

Lu Cheng took the money and asked: "Which of you came up with this idea?"

The man hesitated, about to admit, but the woman raised her hand and took the lead.

"It's me; it's not his business. If you need to deal with someone, deal with me."

The man refused likewise: "No, no, it's not her business. Everything is my fault; if I have to go to prison, I will go."

"No, I can't let you go to prison."

"Listen to me; there are still two children at home; we can't be without you."

Watching the two argue over who takes the blame, Lu Cheng curiously asked: "You two… you're together now, right?"

The two hurriedly stopped the dispute; their silent stance showed Lu Cheng's guess was correct.

The older brother is dead, the sister‑in‑law is struggling with two kids, the younger brother‑in‑law is eager to help; it's no wonder his heart moved.

It can be said that the good water doesn't flow to outsiders' fields.

"Then tell me, when did you get together? Are you planning to have another child? How does it feel to be with your sister‑in‑law?"

The two were stunned; this person isn't interrogating the case, yet is so interested in their private life.

Even Jiang Yuanchao couldn't stand it any longer; he walked over and scolded: "What kind of questions are those? Can you ask something useful!"

Lu Cheng leaned back: "It's boring just to idle on the train, come on, sit together and listen."

Jiang Yuanchao had no interest in these gossip things: "Group Leader Lu, I don't approve of this interrogation style; how can you use acting and murder to scare people? It's not proper at all!"

"Acting? Murder?" The man finally understood: "Hey, so you were cheating me just now? How could you do that?"

The man was furious, but everything had already been confessed; saying anything was too late.

He could only blame today's idea for being unlucky; he swindled one person and was reported.

Lu Cheng ignored the irate man, looked at Jiang Yuanchao and said: "Group Leader Jiang, don't be so rigid; even if the method isn't compliant, it's better than letting the bad guys go free and continue doing bad things, right?"

There's a saying: whether it's a white cat or a black cat, catching a mouse makes it a good cat.

Jiang Yuanchao opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

In the end, it was Lu Cheng who pried the swindler's mouth open; even if it reached Captain Lei, Captain Lei is also a result‑oriented person.

"Group Leader, go check on Da Kui quickly." Chang Jinbu suddenly ran over, panicked, shouting.

Lu Cheng asked: "What's wrong with Da Kui now?"

"He—he's dragging Liu Jian'an around, looking for a dog everywhere; Liu Jian'an's belly is full of chicken blood, scaring the passengers."

Lu Cheng pressed his forehead and sighed; it's because Chang Jinbu finally settled on 'drag him out to feed the dog'; if he were thrown out to feed a wolf, Da Kui would probably actually throw the person out.

Jiang Yuanchao spread his hands: "See, what did I say? You scared all the passengers; this method is unacceptable."

Lu Cheng stood up, patted his shoulder: "Accident, accident, I'll go check first; the rest of the interrogation I'll leave to Group Leader Jiang."

Jiang Yuanchao was a bit reluctant: "On what authority do I hand over the wrap‑up to you!"

The credit was taken by Lu Cheng; he at most only helped, it's infuriating—clearly he was the one who first caught the person.

Lu Cheng waved his hand: "Then you release the person."

Stung by that remark, Jiang Yuanchao could only continue the interrogation; previously he let them go because there was no evidence, but now both have confessed, releasing them would make him the one who erred.

In the Carriage, many passengers saw Liu Jian'an, his belly full of blood, being dragged by a Train Police's foot, and they screamed in fright.

"Da Kui, it's over, put me down quickly," Liu Jian'an shouted, flailing his arms.

Niu Da Kui replied: "Not over, I haven't found the dog yet."

Liu Jian'an was speechless; this really is planning to feed him to a dog.

Fortunately Lu Cheng rushed over: "Da Kui, quickly put the person down, look at how the passengers are scared by you."

Hearing Lu Cheng's voice, Niu Da Kui stopped: "Group Leader, I still haven't found the dog."

Lu Cheng went up and knocked: "I'm the dog, I'm the dog, okay! Quickly take Jian'an and clean up."

No wonder other groups don't want Niu Da Kui; he's more worrying than an old father.

In the Broadcast Room, Jiang Mengmeng was humming a song; seeing Lu Cheng approach, she excitedly said: "Group Leader Lu, that was so fun earlier. Next time there's a mission like this, call me again."

"No problem!" Lu Cheng plopped onto the chair, groped the broadcasting equipment on either side: "How's this thing working? The money's been recovered; I want to call that passenger over to claim it."

Jiang Mengmeng steps forward: "I'll do it…"

"Hello, Comrade."

Jiang Mengmeng hasn't opened the equipment yet, when a middle‑aged man at the door says: "I am the passenger who was falsely accused."

Lu Cheng pulls money from his pocket and hands it to the other party: "Take it. In the future, when you encounter matters involving money, report them first to the Train Police on the train."

The middle‑aged man is dressed rather elegantly, unlike ordinary civilians, and not like an official; his gestures and bearing actually resemble those of a merchant.

"Thank you for your entrustment, Comrade. I'm not really concerned about these two coins; I mainly want to thank you in person. I was watching just now; if it weren't for you, I would have been falsely accused to death today. How about I treat you to a meal?"

He originally didn't want to give money to the swindlers, but at that moment the two swindlers were causing such a ruckus, drawing a crowd of onlookers, so he had no choice but to hand it over.

But when he returned to his seat he was still being pointed at, and the more he thought about it the more resentful he became, so he reported it to the Train Police.

Lu Cheng waves his hand: "Oh, no need to be formal; this is my duty. There's nothing else; you go back to your seat first."

Lu Cheng didn't intend to talk much with the man; he was also hoping the man would leave quickly, so that Jiang Mengmeng could examine his palm.

Seeing that Lu Cheng no longer pays him attention, the middle‑aged man sensibly departs, walks to the doorway, remembers something, turns back, and pulls something out of his pocket.

"Comrade, still thank you; there's nothing to thank me for. How about I give you this box of Magnetic Tape?"

Lu Cheng thinks this man is truly courteous: he helped retrieve the money, wants to treat him to a meal, and also wants to give a gift.

Just as he was about to refuse, Jiang Mengmeng snatched the Magnetic Tape, eyes shining, and said: "It's Deng Lijun's."

Decadent music? That's currently expressly prohibited.

Where did this middle‑aged man get it from? Moreover, this counts as smuggled contraband.

Lu Cheng sizes up the man, takes the Magnetic Tape from Jiang Mengmeng's hand, and shouts at the middle‑aged man: "Come on, come on, step out with me for a moment."