Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 675 The Drunkard
Qian Tan has been sitting in the insignificant position of detective for nearly ten years. He was hoping that before he reached the age limit and was kicked out of the Criminal Investigation Division, he could have a chance to become a deputy section chief, and then be transferred to a small suburban police station as a deputy director in charge of public security to retire. He would be content with that for the rest of his life.

Wen Zhao was also eyeing Qian Tan's position as detective chief. While the position wasn't particularly prestigious, it was a necessary step to promotion to deputy section chief. To get promoted, one had to first become a detective chief.

From the very first day he entered the Criminal Investigation University, he set his sights on Li Meng, who had risen through the ranks at a young age. In work and in life, he would seize any opportunity to get close to her, all in the hopes of being given a helping hand at a crucial moment in his promotion journey.

Xiaoji is married, but he used to leave all the household chores to his wife. For the past few years, he has been working overtime and on duty every day without complaint. Saying that serving the people is too empty talk, he mainly wants to get a good result, so as to give his wife, who has devoted herself to the family, a good explanation.

Captain of the Major Crimes Unit—that was the position Li Meng had promised him. Although Xiao Ji, a veteran police officer, seriously doubted whether this deputy captain had the ability to elevate him to the captain's position, it was clear that the other party definitely had the power to remove him.

The people present all had their own thoughts and goals. Although they might not be entirely innocent, the adult world is tough for everyone, and judging by the results alone, they were all courageous and determined men.

In their eyes, these people are just criminals with a slightly more prestigious reputation than ordinary criminals; they're still criminals with two hands and two feet, after all.
They are genuine, battle-hardened criminal police officers from Dongzhou!
Who should be afraid? The answer is obvious.

The night was peaceful, and the moonlight was as white as frost.

The clock had struck midnight, and most of the windows in the buildings were dark. Except for a few rooms where computer screens were still lit, the neighborhood was quiet.

Just a few days ago, Xiao Cao was working on a chair and bed in an internet cafe in Yiwu City, hundreds of kilometers away. Now, he was leaning lazily against the railing of the second-floor balcony, aimlessly patting his cheeks, and looking down at a man lying on the grass below, groaning incessantly because he was drunk and uncomfortable.

For some reason, he felt a little envious of the drunkard.

Although they're half-dead and seem to be ignored right now, at least when the sun rises tomorrow morning, people will go to work or go home as usual, and at least a normal life will be waiting for them.

But he had lost everything.

The crazy experiences of the past few days have left Xiao Cao feeling suffocated. If he hadn't settled down a bit tonight, filled his stomach, and drunk a lot of alcohol to numb himself, he would really feel like he was still trapped in a dream, or a nightmare.

Nightmare?
Xiao Cao couldn't help but shiver. He turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, the noisy scene in the inner room was reflected in his eyes through the glass window.

Fear crept back into his heart. The female corpse in the hotel room bathroom had already frightened him, but what made him even more desperate was that the two people simply closed the bathroom door afterward and continued to eat and drink heartily in the room.

It was as if the dead woman was nothing more than trash tossed aside in a corner, unnoticed by anyone. They even splashed her with their own excrement while she was using the toilet, calling it "cleansing" her.

Afterwards, they closed the toilet door as usual and continued to eat meat and drink heavily in the room, shouting loudly in a language only they could understand, followed by loud laughter and more drinking, just like the scene in the inner room now.

Damn it.
Xiao Cao closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a moment, but he couldn't stop the image of a dark toilet flashing in his mind, filled with the smell of blood, with the LED light above his head flickering on and off intermittently.

He saw a phantom version of himself standing there with his head down, his hands covered in blood, his body trembling uncontrollably. Suddenly, the phantom version of himself turned around abruptly and frantically pounded on the door.

The movements were vigorous, but not a single sound came out.

"Hey!"

Finally, Xiao Cao could no longer suppress the nausea in his abdomen, and the food, alcohol, and bile in his stomach rushed up into his throat.

He leaned over the balcony railing, one hand on it, and couldn't help but bend down.

After vomiting, Xiao Cao sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the railing, feeling exhausted and sad.

The plastic door to the balcony creaked open.

"Oh, my dear friend, what are you doing hiding here all by yourself? Everyone's been waiting for you. Your story fascinates us." Perhaps hearing the noise outside, Aikber, holding a beer, pushed open the balcony door and called out loudly to Xiao Cao.

Aikber's face was flushed, his eyes were gleaming with a hazy light, and he spoke rapidly, his other hand gripping the doorknob to steady his swaying body.

He seemed like a cautious person at first, but he completely changed after drinking. Xiao Cao slowly sat up, faced the enthusiastic Aikber, pointed to the vomit on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's good that you threw up, then you can drink again!" Aikber glanced at the ground, walked around the pile of filth, and walked over to Xiao Cao with a smile, insisting on pulling him into the inner room for a few more drinks.

"What a joke! The way they drink, they'd definitely kill someone!" Xiao Cao couldn't take it anymore and waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he couldn't drink any more.

During the scuffle, a black object fell from Aikber's arms and landed on the vomit that Xiao Cao had just vomited on the ground.

Xiao Cao was startled when he saw this. Although he didn't know what it was, he had seen this pretentious old man from the Wei clan protecting it like a treasure for the past few days. He wouldn't even take it out to sleep except when bathing, so he guessed it must be a sacred object of some kind.

Without thinking, he grabbed the box and started wiping it with his clothes, quickly saying, "Sorry, sorry, I'll clean it for you right away." Aikber laughed and pointed at Xiao Cao, shouting, "My friend, be gentle, be gentle, or we'll all be going to heaven with you!"

"Huh?" Xiao Cao didn't react immediately, but he stopped what he was doing and looked at Aikbar. "What paradise? Are you Christians?"

"Haha, it means 'bang,' and then everyone flies up!"

"bang?"

Aikber first twirled his hands into a love circle, then made a "bang" sound, and then suddenly spread his hands out in a radial pattern.

Xiao Cao was stunned. Even if he was stupid, he would realize that this meant a bomb.

Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Cao stopped, Aikber reached out and took back the box, stuffed it back into his arms, wrapped it up tightly, and then unceremoniously pushed Xiao Cao back into the inner room.

Even though it was late at night, the people inside were still extremely welcoming, and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming.

"Haha, my friend, let's drink! Let's drink!"

"You need to drink more alcohol to improve your alcohol tolerance!"

"This is the most..."

boom.

As the balcony door was closed, the noise finally subsided.

A moment later, the "drunk" man lying downstairs stood up straight, looked up and glanced at the spot where Xiao Cao had been standing upstairs, then left quickly without looking back, his figure disappearing into the night.

After the "drunkard" left, a figure appeared from the wall not far away. He looked in the direction of the "drunkard" who had left earlier for a moment. Seeing that no one appeared, he imitated the man's mannerisms, walking unsteadily and stiffly, looking exactly like a substandard "drunkard".

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the drunkard was actually Jiang Hai, who had been following Li Meng in her black Volkswagen and had been sneaking over with Dongcheng Feilong to catch her in the act of adultery.

Li Meng probably never dreamed that while she was carrying out a tracking mission, someone would also secretly track her down, and this person seemed quite unprofessional.

"Hey, I've learned another trick."

Jiang Hai, who was lying on the ground pretending to be drunk, stared intently at the second-floor balcony where he was.

After a long while, there was still no movement from upstairs. Jiang Hai stood up unsteadily again and began to walk around the small building, taking one unsteady step at a time.

After circling around a few times without finding anything, he lay back down on the grass.

When my legs went numb from lying down, I stood up again.

When I got tired of walking, I lay back down.

so cycle.

Then, at some point, Jiang Hai, who was lying on the grass pretending to be drunk and about to fall asleep, saw a large, fat, middle-aged man he was seeing for the first time coming out from the second-floor balcony.

This big fat guy doesn't look like an ordinary person. At first glance, he looks a bit like Shaquille O'Neal after he retired, but he might be a little shorter.

Jiang Hai, who had been bothered by mosquitoes for most of the night, was now watching the real person with great interest. After all, this person did not belong to the previous trio, and if there was no surprise, he should be the owner of this house.

However, aside from his size, this fat man was of no use to Jiang Hai. He just leaned against the balcony and made a phone call for a while, which sounded like he was talking about trivial things like owing money and begging for mercy.

After making the call, the fat man went back to his room.

Jiang Hai lay quietly for a moment, then began the previous cycle again.

"Tsk tsk, what a fat guy!"

(End of this chapter)