Chapter 77: Who Taught You to Handle Cases Like This?

“Officer, we’re here to file a report!”

At the window of the duty room, Yu Dazhang looked anxiously at the on-duty officer inside.

“Don’t rush, sit down and tell me slowly.”

The on-duty officer looked very young, around twenty-five or twenty-six, with neatly combed hair and a clean, crisp uniform.

“Grandma, sit down.” Yu Dazhang carefully helped Zhang Sen into a chair, then sat beside him.

The officer glanced at the elderly woman and young man before him, guessing the boy was accompanying his grandmother.

“A week ago, my younger sister left home with a woman and has been missing ever since.”

Before arriving, Yu Dazhang had already prepared his words.

Now, his speech flowed smoothly—his tone slightly anxious but steady:

“My grandma and I have been asking around town. People said my sister and that woman went up the mountain to a village called Shuishouyingzi.”

At this, Yu Dazhang and Zhang Sen fixed their eyes expectantly on the officer.

The officer was taking notes, but upon hearing “Shuishouyingzi Village,” he immediately stopped.

“That place…” He seemed to recall something, pulled out his phone, and swiped across the screen a few times:

“Wait a moment.”

Then he picked up the desk phone, dialed a number, and said once it connected:

“Brother Dong, someone reported a missing person—been a week already. Says she was taken to Shuishouyingzi.”

He didn’t hear what was said on the other end, but nodded a few times before hanging up.

Yu Dazhang and Zhang Sen exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.

This isn’t the right procedure!

Both had handled report-taking duties before—they knew this process inside out.

First, record the case details.

That means: ask the reporter for specific information.

Then, based on what’s provided, draft a detailed statement.

The statement must include key details: time, location, involved parties, and nature of the case.

After drafting, the reporter must review and confirm the accuracy of the record.

No department, anywhere, skips this step.

It’s the first step—and the mandatory one.

Here? The moment the reporter gave a rough outline, the officer just called someone else.

Looks like he’s bringing in another officer to handle Yu Dazhang and Zhang Sen.

Who taught you to handle cases like this…? Yu Dazhang had prepared himself mentally, but he hadn’t expected this absurdity.

Damn, this police station operates by its own rules.

No doubt—Shuishouyingzi Village is special.

Mention that place in a report, and the reporter automatically becomes VIP.

While they waited, the young officer brought them two cups of water.

He even specifically told Yu Dazhang that if they were hungry, the station had instant noodles.

Honestly, their attitude toward reporters was genuinely good—bordering on hospitable.

After about ten minutes, a police car pulled up outside.

Out stepped a man around thirty, wearing glasses, refined and composed.

He looked scholarly yet efficient.

Entering the duty room, he sized up Yu Dazhang and Zhang Sen, then offered a professional smile:

“You two filed the report?”

Yu Dazhang nodded, expression hopeful;

“Yes, yes, it’s us—this is my grandma. We just told the officer here the details.”

“I’m the area officer here,” the officer said politely.

“Shuishouyingzi is my jurisdiction. Let’s go to my office—we’ll talk inside.”

Interesting… Yu Dazhang gave Zhang Sen a glance, signaling him not to say a word.

To make sure he understood, Yu Dazhang pinched the soft flesh on Zhang Sen’s waist hard as he helped him walk.

Zhang Sen nearly swung his cane in retaliation.

Had he not had extraordinary self-control, he would’ve shouted out loud.

Inside the office, the officer asked them to sit, then smiled: “Please repeat the details—be as thorough as possible.”

As he spoke, he typed on his computer, ready to take notes.

Yu Dazhang cooperated fully, retelling his story with added embellishment.

As he spoke, he watched the officer’s facial expression closely.

When he mentioned “my sister was taken up the mountain by a woman,” the officer’s eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowed.

He doesn’t believe it!

In that moment, Yu Dazhang nearly bit his tongue.

He’d imagined every possible reaction—except this subtle expression of distrust.

Had he misjudged?

Was there nothing wrong with Shuishouyingzi Village?

No, not that.

There was another possibility…

This so-called area officer knew the village intimately.

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He knew every detail about the place.

So his distrust wasn’t about the report—it was disbelief that anyone had done this recently.

If so, his connection to Shuishouyingzi Village must be deep.

When Yu Dazhang finished, the officer asked:

“Anything to add?”

“No,” Yu Dazhang replied.

“That’s all we found out. Oh, here’s my sister’s photo.”

He’d gone all out—he’d found a girl’s photo online at the inn, saved it, and cropped off the watermark.

“I’ll send it to you.” This was Yu Dazhang’s real goal.

He wanted to add the officer’s WeChat to dig deeper into his personal info.

He wanted to add this community police officer’s WeChat to learn more about his personal information.

The officer didn’t think twice—he agreed, and they exchanged WeChat contacts.

After Yu Dazhang sent the photo, he asked with sincere expression:

“What’s your name, officer? I’ll save it in my contacts.”

“Dong Bo,” the officer adjusted his glasses.

“Bo as in ‘erudite.’”

Can a police officer add a reporter’s WeChat?

Of course they can.

But most officers use their real names as their WeChat ID.

Don’t think of cops as rigid.

Ever heard of Old Chen, the anti-fraud officer? He livestreams in uniform, doing PKs, with top fans spending a million on carnival gifts.

Even if he’s not a cop anymore, he quit on his own.

As they left, Officer Dong Bo walked them all the way to the door.

Throughout, Yu Dazhang kept supporting Zhang Sen, keeping them apart to avoid physical contact.

Back at the inn, Zhang Sen collapsed onto the bed the moment they entered, stretching his limbs and twisting his waist.

Walking hunched over for long periods is physically taxing.

Only Zhang Sen could handle it—anyone else would’ve given out in ten minutes.

Unlike him, Yu Dazhang didn’t rest upon entering. Instead, he hurried to the window and looked down.

Moments later, he pulled out his phone and dialed:

“Brother Qian, it’s Yu Dazhang. Are you in the Tech Division?”

“Yeah,” Qian Cheng sounded surprised—clearly hadn’t expected the call.

“Aren’t your team out on a case? Why’re you calling me?”

“I need you to check someone,” Yu Dazhang cut straight to the point.

“Help me look up someone,” Yu Dazhang got straight to the point:

“Name and any related info,” Qian Cheng snapped to attention the moment work was mentioned.

They had worked together before—there was still some unspoken understanding between them.

The two had just collaborated previously and still had a certain level of rapport.

Yu Dazhang said quickly:

“Dong Bo, male, around thirty years old, police officer at the Fenglinzhen Police Station.”

“You’re checking on a colleague in the system?” Qian Cheng asked in surprise.

(End of chapter)