Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

"One hundred million in cash, delivered to my designated location within 24 hours."

Luo Fei said, emphasizing each word.

"Otherwise, by this time tomorrow, the video of you burying people will be on the provincial discipline inspection commission's desk."

After hanging up the phone, Anbo's hands trembled like a leaf.

He slammed his phone against the wall, sending shards flying.

"Get the car ready! Let's head to Binhai!"

He roared as he stormed out of the private room, and his two bodyguards exchanged glances before quickly following him.

In the basement of the seaside villa, Anbo, sweating profusely, entered a triple password and opened a hidden safe. Bundles of hundred-yuan bills were neatly stacked, exuding the smell of ink.

"Bring them all out."

He spoke to his trusted men in a hoarse voice.

"Load it onto the truck."

"Boss, this is almost all of our working capital."

His subordinate hesitated.

"Shut up!"

Anbo kicked the other person in the leg.

Do you want to see me die?

Three hours later, an inconspicuous van drove away from the villa.

Anbo sat in the passenger seat, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

His cell phone rang again.

"Is the money ready?"

Luo Fei's voice remained cold.

"Mr. Li, I've lost everything."

Anbo almost burst into tears.

Could you give me a few more days?

"I've sent the address to your phone. It will arrive within two hours."

The phone call was abruptly ended again.

Anbo stared at the address on his phone screen with a vicious expression.

"Turn around."

He suddenly said to the driver.

"Let's go to the old dock first."

"boss?"

"I need to keep something in reserve."

Anbo gritted his teeth.

"What if Li Shun is double-crossing us?"

He pulled a dark pistol from under his seat and checked the magazine.

The truck turned around in the rain, unaware that a gray sedan was quietly following behind.

Inside the car, Chen Xuanran wore headphones and whispered into a miniature microphone.

"The objective changes course, heading to the old dock. Repeat, the objective changes course."

At night, Luo Fei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his apartment, looking at the city lights.

The doorbell rang, and he pressed the call button.

"Who?"

"Delivery service".

Anbo's voice came through the walkie-talkie, trembling noticeably.

Luo Fei pressed the door open button and simultaneously gestured to Chen Xuanran, who was hiding in the bedroom.

A moment later, the elevator arrived with a "ding," and Anbo, accompanied by two bodyguards, pushed in a large suitcase.

"The money is inside."

Anbo's eyes were bloodshot.

"Please click on it."

Luo Fei didn't rush to open the box. Instead, he slowly walked around the three of them and suddenly reached into a bodyguard's waist and pulled out a pistol.

"what is this?"

He asked coldly.

The bodyguard's expression changed drastically, and Anbo quickly explained.

"It's for self-defense; it's not safe on the road."

Luo Fei threw the gun onto the sofa, then searched the other bodyguard's body to make sure there were no other weapons before squatting down and opening the suitcase.

Bundles of banknotes came into view. He picked up a bundle at random and twisted it.

"General Manager An is indeed capable."

Luo Fei stood up and suddenly revealed a chilling smile.

Do you know why I need cash?

Anbo swallowed hard and shook his head.

"because."

Luo Fei suddenly changed his expression, pulled out a pistol from his back waist and pointed it at An Bo.

"Dead people cannot transfer money."

Anbo's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Mr. Li! I've given you everything, please!"

"Kidding."

Luo Fei suddenly laughed again and put away his gun.

"You can go now. I'll pay you back."

Anbo felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled toward the elevator, with his two bodyguards hurriedly following behind.

As the elevator doors closed, Luo Fei heard An Bo break down in tears.

"Good acting."

Chen Xuanran came out of the inner room, holding a recording pen in his hand.

“It’s all recorded.”

Luo Fei shook his head and casually pulled out a few bundles of banknotes from his suitcase and threw them to her.

"Take a count and see if there are any trackers or counterfeit money."

Chen Xuanran skillfully began to examine the banknotes, her slender fingers flying among them.

Luo Fei walked to the window and watched An Bo's black Mercedes dart out of the neighborhood like a startled rabbit.

"Just like that, I got 100 million in cash."

Chen Xuanran said without looking up.

Aren't you afraid of their retaliation?

Luo Fei chuckled softly.

“What Anbo fears most right now is that I will change my mind. He would rather lose 100 million than risk his life.”

"Your performance just now really scared him."

"Fear is the best insurance."

Luo Fei turned around, his expression turning serious.

What about Zhou Xuan and Zeng Jian?

"I'm keeping watch downstairs; they should be coming up soon."

The doorbell rang as soon as he finished speaking.

After confirming through the peephole, Luo Fei opened the door, and Zhou Xuan and Zeng Jian rushed in one after the other, their faces filled with shock.

"Brother Shun!"

Zhou Xuan's eyes widened like copper bells.

"You really got that 100 million?"

Zeng Jian rushed to the open suitcase, grabbed a bundle of banknotes, and sniffed it intensely.

"Damn, money smells so good!"

Luo Fei walked over, snatched the banknotes from his hand, and threw them back into the box.

"Don't touch it, this is for President Wei."

"Brother Shun."

Zhou Xuan leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"The more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems. Why would that bastard Anbo obediently give you a hundred million? Shouldn't we just... cash it in?"

"Eliminating the enemy?"

Luo Fei raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, Anbo wouldn't dare to call the police."

Zeng Jian rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"We'll take the money and run, enough to last us a lifetime!"

Luo Fei and Chen Xuanran exchanged a glance.

Chen Xuanran nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Do you really think I'm buying drugs?"

Luo Fei suddenly asked.

The two were stunned.

Zhou Xuan frowned.

"Otherwise what? Isn't President Wei one?"

"Mr. Wei is a major drug lord."

Luo Fei interrupted him.

“But I’m not his henchman.”

Zeng Jian chuckled twice.

"Brother Shun, you're kidding, aren't you?"

"I'm not kidding."

Luo Fei took out his police ID from his inner pocket; the black leather wallet gleamed coldly under the light.

"I am a police officer, an undercover agent in the anti-narcotics unit."

Zhou Xuan and Zeng Jian stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Zeng Jian's hand unconsciously reached for his waist, but it was empty; Luo Fei had already taken away their weapons.

"Xi Ruyi is also a police officer, my colleague."

Luo Fei continued, and Chen Xuanran cooperated by showing his identification.

"This is impossible!"

He took two steps back and bumped into the coffee table.

"You killed so many people, and yet..."

"That's what the mission requires."

Luo Fei's voice softened.

"I brought you along because I wanted to give you a chance."

“Opportunity?” Zeng Jian sneered.

"Is this an opportunity to use us as bait?"

Luo Fei shook his head.

"If this operation is successful, I can recommend you for auxiliary police positions. If you perform meritorious service, you can also strive for a third-class merit."

Zhou Xuan and Zeng Jian looked at each other, their doubts gradually replaced by hesitation.

Chen Xuanran spoke at the opportune moment.

"Officer Luo didn't lie to you. You can start over after this operation is over."

"Officer Luo?"

Zhou Xuan keenly grasped this title.

Luo Fei sighed.

"Li Shun is an alias. My real name is Luo Fei."

"That... anti-drug hero Luo Fei?"

Zeng Jian was somewhat shocked.
I've seen your dad on the news.

Luo Fei's expression darkened.

Chen Xuanran quickly changed the subject.

"Now is not the time for reminiscing. Our superiors have ordered us to make a deal with Boss Wei: arrest him as soon as the drugs arrive."

"And what about the big boss behind President Wei?"

Zhou Xuan asked, clearly already getting into character.

"The only way to get it out of him is to pry it out of him."

Luo Fei had a bit of a headache.
"Now, help me pack this money up."

The four of them silently sorted through the banknotes.

Luo Fei's phone rang. The screen displayed the word "Master".

Luo Fei went to the balcony before answering the phone.

"Hello, Master."

"Xiao Fei".

Zhou Gang's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The memorial services for Fan Wensheng and Li Chunlin are scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Will you be able to come back?"

Luo Fei gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm studying in another city and can't come back for the time being."

I know you're feeling bad.

"Master."

Luo Fei interrupted him.

"Please send a wreath for me."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Fei stared blankly at the city lights in the distance.

Chen Xuanran was standing behind him without him noticing.

"Is that Captain Zhou?"

she asked softly.

Luo Fei nodded.

Memorial service.

These three short words carry immense weight.

"After the operation is over, we'll go together to pay our respects to them."

Chen Xuanran gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

Luo Fei did not answer, but simply turned and went back to the living room.

Zhou Xuan and Zeng Jian had already packed the money back into the box and were sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"What's next?"

Zeng Jian asked, his tone less frivolous than before.

Luo Fei glanced at his watch.

"I'm going to see General Manager Wei tomorrow. You two."

"We'll go with you."

Zhou Xuan said decisively.

Luo Fei raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?"

"Anyway, I'm already on your pirate ship."

He smiled wryly.

"Besides, auxiliary police officers should be paid better than those who work on the streets."

Luo Fei finally revealed a genuine smile.

"Okay. Meet at the usual place at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

That evening, Luo Fei received an encrypted message from Cheng Yunchuan.

After he decrypted it, a file appeared on the screen.

Wei Ming, 32 years old, a 2005 graduate of Longshan Middle School, won the first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad and Chemistry Competition, and attended university.

Luo Fei's pupils contracted slightly.

Mr. Wei is actually my alumnus? That chemistry genius with thick glasses who always hides in the lab?

"what happened?"

Chen Xuanran peeked over.

Luo Fei handed her the phone.

"Our General Manager Wei is quite influential."

Chen Xuanran quickly browsed through the information.

"A chemical genius. No wonder he can produce such high-purity products."

"There's a reason why the big boss values ​​him."

Luo Fei turned off his phone, his eyes sharpening.

Two days later, at Xishan Cemetery.

Luo Fei was wearing a baseball cap and black-rimmed glasses.

He carried a bottle of Erguotou liquor and two packs of Hongtashan cigarettes, walking slowly along the stone-paved road.

"Wensheng, Chunlin, I've come to see you."

Luo Fei stopped in front of the two side by side tombstones, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

In the photo on the tombstone, Fan Wensheng and Li Chunlin are wearing police uniforms and smiling broadly.

Luo Fei squatted down, wiped the dust off the photo with his sleeve, then unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the wine in front of the two tombs.

"This is your favorite drink. I remember when we were in police academy, we would secretly bring a bottle back every time we came back from vacation."

Luo Fei's voice was choked with emotion.

"Smoking too, even though the captain always scolds us for smoking too much."

He lit three cigarettes, placing two in front of the grave and keeping one in his mouth.

“I have avenged you.”

Luo Fei took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Those two bastards, neither of them got away. Originally, I wanted to help you realize your dream of becoming police officers, but I never expected it would end up harming you instead."

Luo Fei's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy.

He recalled that night when Fan Wensheng excitedly told him on the phone that he had discovered an important clue, and the very next day...
"Give them a good talking-to underground."

Luo Fei suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with ruthlessness.

"I know your tempers, I definitely won't let them get away with this."

A bell rang in the distance. Luo Fei stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

He gave a standard police salute to the two tombstones, and his eyes were a little moist as he turned to leave.

As they walked down the steps, a gust of wind blew by, lifting the brim of Luo Fei's hat.

He reached out to help, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a photo on a tombstone to his right. The face was so familiar that it made his heart stop.

"Qin Yutong?"

Luo Fei turned around abruptly and strode to the white marble tombstone.

The girl in the photo has a ponytail and a bright smile, just as he remembered her. The inscription on the tombstone is clearly visible.

"Qin Yutong, 1997-2016, my eternal beloved daughter."

"how can that be"

Luo Fei's fingers unconsciously touched the cold stone tablet.

He took out his phone, took a picture of the tombstone information, and then immediately dialed Cheng Yunchuan's number.

"Old Cheng, help me look up someone: Qin Yutong, female, born in 1997, died in 2016."

Luo Fei's voice was unusually calm.

"Yes, it's Qin Yutong."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Fei sat on the stone steps in front of Qin Yutong's grave, memories flooding back.

Under the cherry blossom trees at Ryuzan High School, a girl with a ponytail blushed and handed him a letter.

Luo Fei, I like you.

Qin Yutong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

What did Luo Fei do at that time? He took the letter and handed it to Old Qin the next day.

He still remembers how angry Old Qin was that his beard stood on end, and he also remembers Qin Yutong's red eyes from crying later.

Surprisingly, Qin Yutong did not resent him.

A week later, she appeared before Luo Fei with a box of homemade cookies.

“My grandfather said you are an upright person.”

She said with a smile.

Can we be friends?

The ringing of the cell phone interrupted my reverie.

Cheng Yunchuan's efficiency remained as high as ever.

"We found out that on October 15, 2016, Qin Yutong was hit by a speeding Porsche on her way back from the primary school where she was teaching and died on the spot."

Cheng Yunchuan's voice came through the microphone.

"The perpetrator is Zhao Mingkai, a rich second-generation. His blood alcohol content was above the legal limit at the time, and he was sentenced to eight years in prison. He is still serving his sentence."

Luo Fei gripped his phone tightly.

"Was she teaching in a rural area at the time?"

"Yes, she took a six-month leave of absence during her sophomore year to teach in a mountainous area. Her parents run a building materials business and are well-off; they often sponsor impoverished students."

Cheng Yunchuan paused for a moment.

"The case file shows that there was no surveillance footage at the scene, but witnesses saw Zhao Mingkai attempt to flee after the accident, but was stopped by passersby."

Are eyewitnesses reliable?

"He was a retired teacher, and his testimony was very detailed."

Cheng Yunchuan seemed to have sensed something. (End of Chapter)