Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 785 One Unsuccessful Attempt

As the night deepened, the bustling southern city remained brightly lit, with streetlights illuminating the streets teeming with people and all the lights in the hotels still on.

In one of the windows, a man was recounting his experiences as a police officer in a calm voice.

"Have some tea first." Chen Shu got up and brewed two cups of black tea, using the tea bags that came with the hotel room.

This tea was utterly insignificant in the eyes of Chen Chuan, and in fact, it might not even be as refreshing as the cola in the hotel refrigerator.

But after Chen Shu tasted it once by chance, he was amazed by its quality and even followed suit, buying a large batch of the same brand of tea on Taobao to keep on hand.

But when the package finally arrived, he was too lazy to open it.

It was only then that Chen Shu realized that he didn't truly enjoy drinking tea; he just liked to mooch tea from other people.

Hmm, it's also possible that he's just going to drink tea at someone he likes' place.

"Tea Language Pavilion." Chen Shu read the brand name on the tea bag word by word, then tore open the packaging and poured the tea leaves into the cup. "Chen Chuan has always looked down on these packaged teas because he thinks they are industrial products and you can't taste the culture and heritage of tea."

"Hehe, Chen Da, if that guy Chen Chuan, who only knows how to drink and gamble, knew anything about tea, I'd chop his head off for him." Zhu Yiba took the hot tea that Chen Shu had just brewed, took a small sip, and said sincerely, "I don't know anything about tea, I can't taste the difference."

"Is it good?" Chen Shu gestured with his lips toward the teacup in Zhu Yiba's hand.

Zhu Yiba picked up the glass, took another small sip, and nodded, saying, "Not bad, at least I think I can finish it."

Chen Shu handed Jiang Hai a glass and asked, "What do you think?"

Jiang Hai took a sip, and the scalding hot tea almost immediately burned the tip of his tongue.

He quickly put the cup on the table, hissing as he breathed out the cold air, and shook his head, saying, "Brother Shu, I think it's too hot."

Chen Shu took a big gulp, somewhat reminiscing about the days when he used to mooch off his instructor's white tea when he was young. He couldn't quite taste it now, but the memory of getting it for free was still unforgettable.

Back then, in my spare time, I would sit in the instructor's office, sipping the old man's treasured tea while listening to his ramblings and teachings.

Looking back now, it's a memory I miss.

There's a strange overlap with today's scene.

"Generally speaking, some people have strong logical thinking skills and can discover key information from subtle clues, connect seemingly chaotic clues, investigate and organize them step by step, and finally solve the truth of the case."

"Some people's investigative skills are like a wonderful art performance. They connect every detail of the case with their creativity, which is flexible and unexpected. Once the whole picture is in place, the mystery of the case will naturally be revealed one by one, which is amazing."

As Chen Shu spoke, he refilled Zhu Yiba's teacup.

Zhu Yiba asked, "Chen Da, which category do you belong to?"

Chen Shu laughed and said, "You and I are the same kind of people."

"A kind of people?"

"As long as you can finish it, it's good tea."

"I don't quite understand."

"Any tea that can quench thirst and refresh the mind is a good tea."

"I'm starting to understand. You mean, as long as the case can be solved, any method will do?"

Chen Shu recalled his journey.

Back then, the first time he met the quota for drug users, he simply copied what the deputy director of the police station in charge of public security had done during his internship: buying quotas from a suburban police station.

However, there was a slight difference, because given Chen Shu's connections at the time, none of his classmates or senior classmates who were a few years older had risen to the point of being in charge of a school.

So he made a slight change, setting the price at one public security quota equal to one thousand yuan and one criminal investigation quota equal to three thousand yuan, and directly transferred the quotas to the auxiliary police officers as a bonus.

He had a backup plan, thinking that if he still couldn't complete the task, he would take money out of his own salary to make up for it. With such a generous reward, there would inevitably be targets.

Within a week, without him having to plan or lead the team, someone brought the target to him directly, and all he had to do afterward was handle the case.

As for case handling, it's all in books and on the internet; it's not really a technical skill.

This was Chen Shu's first time skirting the edge of legality in handling a case since he had just joined the police force, and he was still somewhat restrained in his methods.

Later, after he took charge of the security work of the entire station, all sorts of methods came up frequently.

For example, in order to expand the results of the operation against drug users, they would often arrest one person and then have him implicate two others.

If it works, let him go, and then give him a reward for the tip, depending on the circumstances.

The amount of the tip fee depends on the situation. First, chat with the other party for a few minutes to find out the number of drug addicts in his circle.

The more you order, the more you get; the less you order, the less you get. It's usually 300 yuan per person.

The money isn't much; the main point is to give the other party something to look forward to, so they know that if they run out of money to buy more drugs in the future, they can come to the police station and "fire" a few shots for the officers. In the process, they can earn some money.

For informants with a large number of contacts, Chen Shu would also give them VIP treatment.

For example, the police station confiscated a large number of motorcycles belonging to teenagers, which they could choose from; in gambling and prostitution cases, they were given opportunities to bail people out, although the proportions still had to be in accordance with the rules.

The ratio is 1:2 or 1:3. If one person wants to leave, several others have to come in. No matter how you calculate it, the institute won't lose money.

Of course, these words couldn't be said openly to Zhu Yiba and Jiang Hai, after all, they were passionate soldiers who had retired from the border defense and innocent police academy students.

This kind of case-handling technique is a bit unorthodox; if you don't control the force properly, you might easily fall into the river yourself.

In movies and TV dramas, and in these young men who have just graduated from police academy.

A hint of pity flashed in Chen Shu's eyes. This was the main reason why young police officers were always sunny and cheerful, while middle-aged police officers would gradually become gloomy as they aged.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

He forced a straight face and closed his eyes, picked up his teacup, walked to the window, and looked out at the brightly lit city nightscape.

Jiang Hai, his problem isn't serious.

After all, he belongs to the police academy lineage with formal training, and in the future, he will have more senior brothers and teachers to guide him, so he won't go astray.

As for Zhu Yiba's problem, it was something Chen Shu had been pondering in his mind every day in his early years, but he never dared to think about it too deeply.

The darkness and reality of society can sometimes be terrifyingly suffocating.

This is especially true for demobilized soldiers who are straightforward and decisive.

After adjusting his mindset for a while, Chen Shu changed his approach: "As police officers, when it comes to handling cases, things won't always go smoothly. In the process, we will definitely encounter all sorts of problems. For example, during the investigation, just when we are working hard and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, our phone alarm suddenly goes off."

Seeing Chen Shu suddenly shut up, Jiang Hai, itching to know more, pressed on, "So? Did they pull some strings? Sigh!"

"Haha, what are you thinking? How could that be!" Chen Shu pretended to be angry, criticized Jiang Hai a few times, and then revealed the real reason, "Hehe, it's my turn to be on duty today, I have to be on call 24/7. Damn it!"

Halfway through his sentence, Chen Shu cracked a joke, then his expression turned serious as he slowly said, "Actually, we can fail countless times when we're investigating a case. We can afford the manpower and time costs. But if we just succeed just once, the case can be solved and the suspect can be brought to justice."

"This is our advantage as police officers. As for thieves, they can succeed once, ten times, or even a hundred times. But if they fail even once, they will be caught by us. And because of the hundred times they succeeded before, they may end up spending the rest of their lives in jail."

At this point, Zhu Yiba finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. As he laughed, he inadvertently thought of Zorrosson, the hateful man who had caused the deaths of his comrades, and suddenly felt a little lost.

God help him, I hope he doesn't have any bad luck this time.

(End of this chapter)