Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 794 Xiao Huang is my colleague
"Are you here?"

Huang Mao sat by the window in the office, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked up from the pile of case files on the table, his face showing signs of exhaustion from staying up too late, but his eyes were bright and alert.

To be honest, since the border guard was transferred to the local criminal investigation team, Huang Mao has never been in such a relaxed mood while smoking a cigarette as he is today.

People online say that once you've got a secure job, you should just give up.

But when Huang Mao tremblingly followed the advice of the online influencer and lay down at work, he felt uneasy.

Especially when all the police officers in the criminal investigation team were working hard on the case, he felt that his behavior was out of place and that he was not worthy of the national emblem on his head and the uniform on his body.

The problem is that, after being transferred from the military, he was disliked by his unit for not knowing anything.

Everyone was busy, and there was a deep-seated dislike in the workplace for colleagues who had transferred from the military, so no one was willing to mentor him step by step.

So he could only lie flat, because he really didn't know anything and could only rely on the law enforcement power granted to him to act as a mindless police officer.

He had originally thought that, as the battalion commander had predicted, he, a demobilized soldier who knew nothing, would do the easiest job in the entire unit and just get by, since his salary would not be reduced by a single penny.

His colleagues were used to it, but by chance, during a police call, he bumped into the platoon leader who had supposedly been transferred to another province, and then Officer Chen standing next to the platoon leader.

Little did anyone know that at this utterly ordinary moment, the gears of fate began to turn, and the story of a new generation of detectives in Yunnan Province began.

"Yellow Hair, how's the case going?" Zhu Yiba placed a takeout order on the table and said, "Eat noodles first, I brought your favorite pork rib noodles."

"Thanks, Platoon Leader!"

Huang Mao cheered and quickly opened the plastic bag, starting to slurp as he ate. He said between bites, "Thank goodness you guys were here this time! Zheng Jie confessed! Brother Wang's interrogation was amazing! He had the rope he found under Zheng Jie's mother's bed—yes, the second rope Chen Da mentioned. And the shoes he found in his rented room. After a few threats, Zheng Jie confessed!"

"Oh, did you find anything at the bar later?"

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man who was eating noodles stopped abruptly, looked up, and grinned foolishly: "Platoon leader, Chen Da really is something else! When we went to that bar, we actually found Zheng Jie's shoe print on the windowsill of the toilet!"

"Hmm, from what you're saying, this case was handled quite well."

"That's really good!" The blond-haired guy put down his chopsticks, his eyes shining as he looked at Chen Shu, who was chatting with his deputy battalion commander outside the corridor, and repeated in an admiring tone, "Platoon leader, Chen Da is really awesome!"

"You're good too."

Zhu Yiba glanced at the stack of case files on the table, many of which bore Huang Mao's signature. It was clear that their unit had indeed assigned this case to Huang Mao.

The entrustment of a murder case cannot be considered anything less than important.

Zhu Yiba thought to himself that he, the simple little soldier who used to just follow behind them and shout "squad leader, squad leader," had finally grown up and was able to stand on his own.

If Little Fatty and the class monitor knew, they would be very pleased.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his eyes, which were now wet.

In the corridor, Chen Shuhe and Cheng Feng were chatting.

"Hey, is it right to hand over this murder case to Huang Mao?"

Chen Shu deliberately left things unsaid, but the meaning was clear: Huang Mao, a transferred soldier who knew nothing, started handling murder cases right away. This was irresponsible to the victims, irresponsible to his unit, and even more irresponsible to himself.

The police are different from other ordinary units. If a police officer makes a mistake at work, it's not as simple as just taking off his clothes and leaving. In serious cases, he may have to change his clothes.

He Chengfeng pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Looking at it, he saw it was the same yellow-skinned cigarettes he'd gotten from Chen Shu yesterday. Only one cigarette remained in the box, and the packaging was so crumpled it looked like a cheap pack. He couldn't help but frown, somewhat annoyed that he'd forgotten about the cigarettes while working on the case.

Well, he hasn't yet taken the opportunity of reporting the murder case to go to the bureau chief and regain the face he lost last time, carrying his cigarette case.

I remember that time the bureau chief bragged for ages in his office, and he played along and flattered him for ages, but in the end he didn't even get a single cigarette.

Thinking back now, He Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh deeply. He felt embarrassed for being too honest. No wonder he had been busy for more than 20 years and was still just a deputy captain with no say.

Chen Shu, standing on the other side, misunderstood, thinking that the other party thought he was being tactless, but the result was the same.

He handed the black plastic bag containing two packs of yellow cigarettes and a tea cake to He Chengfeng.

The deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, who was a tea enthusiast, initially declined with a smile and said some polite words. But when he felt the shape of the object inside with his hands, the smile on his face immediately froze for half a second.

Then he took the bag without hesitation.

He Chengfeng glanced at Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao, who were chatting inside the room, and said to Chen Shu with a smile, "I understand what you're thinking. I've arranged for an experienced detective from the team to keep an eye on this case. He'll be signing documents with Huang Mao. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Chen Shu nodded, understanding Cheng Feng's arrangement.

For older police officers like Huang Mao, the leadership can't assign mentors to guide and train them in the same way they would to younger officers who have just graduated from university and entered the workforce.

Having an experienced senior colleague to sign off on the deal is already a very generous gesture.

To be honest, Chen Shu was still worried.

He graduated from the police academy, which is considered a formal academic background. He had classmates in the same batch, senior students ahead of him, and junior students behind him. In any case, he also had the teachers from the police academy to support him.

Unlike Huang Mao, who was transferred from the military to a local branch office due to an accident, and then ended up in the criminal investigation team, a place that focuses on professional work, Huang Mao was not involved in the accident.

Such units typically only accept promising recent police academy graduates or capable police officers from local police stations; the key is that they can get started immediately.

Therefore, there were basically no military personnel in the brigade.

Huang Mao then lost his comrades-in-arms.

"Thank you, Kazuya!"

Chen Shu thought a lot, but in the end, all he could say was a short thank you.

He Chengfeng didn't understand why Chen Shu was thanking him at first. Chen Shu had helped solve the case, so if anyone should be thanking someone, it should be them thanking Chen Shu.

However, he later noticed the occasional glances the other person gave into the room, and then saw Xiao Huang looking radiant inside, and he understood.

"Don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on Xiao Huang, nothing will happen!"

Chen Shu nodded, smiled, and prepared to take his leave.

He raised his hand slightly to the black bag in his hand and offered another round of polite thanks.

Before parting, He Chengfeng reiterated that Xiao Huang was a colleague who was treated equally in their team, and that there would be no trouble. He told him not to worry.

He Chengfeng talked a lot, and Chen Shu could only smile and nod in agreement.

(End of this chapter)