You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 364 Rolling cigarettes with your tongue, isn't that amazing?
As Yang Jinwen got off the bus and lifted his clothes, he glanced up at the storefront sign.

Five large red characters: Red Star Entertainment Room.

Two game consoles were placed at the entrance. Two middle school students wearing blue and white school uniforms sat on small stools, pressing the red buttons and pulling the joysticks.

Because the small stool was too low, the two of them put their schoolbags on the stool as cushions.

The game console emitted a loud metallic scraping sound, with a red arena in the background.

Yao Weihua followed behind Yang Jinwen and asked, "What game is this? Students all like to play this."

Yang Jinwen casually replied, "The King of Fighters."

"No, what's so fun about this?"

Cai Ting, who had walked to the other side of Yang Jinwen, laughed and said, "Old Yao, you don't understand."

Yao Weihua glanced at her and said, "You talk like you know everything."

"I took my cousin there to play..."

Just as Yang Jinwen was about to enter the arcade, he thought for a moment, took two steps back, and patted a student on the shoulder.

The other party was completely unaware, and was vigorously manipulating the joystick.

"Your dad's here!"

"Where?" The boy was startled and furtively peered behind him.

"Get out! Go home and eat!" Yao Weihua yelled. "You're always neglecting your studies, don't you know how to do anything productive?"

"No, who are you? It's none of your business!" another student with a face full of acne shouted, frowning.

"Are you going to get out or not?" Yao Weihua pointed at him.

"No way!" The other person stretched their neck, which was as thin as a chick's.

Yang Jinwen waved his hand, telling Yao Weihua to ignore the two of them.

The group entered the arcade.

The hall is divided into an outer room and an inner room.

There were three pool tables in the outer room, where several students were playing pool.

An air conditioner curtain, the plastic kind, hangs on the door opposite, used to block out what's inside.

Yang Jinwen stepped forward, opened the door with one hand, and went inside.

inside the house.

The three walls were lined with arcade games, with a few slot machines here and there. Some adults were playing in front of the slot machines, half-smoked cheap cigarettes dangling from their mouths, their eyes bloodshot, and their legs shaking uncontrollably.

In the middle of the room were several large, gray CRT computers. Internet access was relatively expensive and not yet popular among students; they were mainly used by a few older young people.

Some people are talking about OICQ, a social networking software that was launched not long ago. It later became QQ.

Some were browsing computer forums, chuckling to themselves in the chat rooms.

Clicking on the snail-sized webpage reveals some extremely gory images. I don't know which geniuses uploaded these 'prophecy posts,' predicting that the world will end as soon as the new millennium arrives—this has been certified by the United Nations.

And the opinions of certain self-proclaimed geniuses on the current economy: Buy a house, buy a house, buy a house now!
Cat glanced at the computer in front of him, saw the large text, and nodded in deep agreement, thinking to himself that once the case was solved, he would use the office computer to browse the forum.

And some bizarre images, often showing only the top half of the image while the bottom half is still buffering. These are some very bloody images from abroad, such as cannibalism, murder, and other extremely gory photos.

Yao Weihua glanced at it and shuddered, because he saw that there were even photos of women giving birth on the computer.

The person looking at the bizarre photos was a young man with a cigarette in his mouth, seemingly engrossed in the view.

Yao Weihua wanted nothing more than to slap him on the back of the head.

When Yang Jinwen went to the counter, Yao Weihua and a few others guarded the entrance and exit of the arcade. Besides the door they came in through, there was another door opposite, with cement steps leading up to a courtyard.

The owner behind the counter was originally sitting, but judging from the demeanor of Yang Jinwen and his group, he knew that they were either in uniform or involved in organized crime.

He runs a shop and has seen all sorts of gangsters, so it's no surprise that these guys are wearing uniforms.

So the shop owner quickly took out some Zhonghua cigarettes from under the counter and greeted them, "Excuse me, are you here to have fun or to look for someone?"

Yang Jinwen tapped the counter with his finger and took out his ID to show him.

"Find someone."

"Oh, it's a police officer. We're operating legally."

Yang Jinwen put away his credentials and pointed to a few slot machines in the corner: "Does legal business include gambling?"

"This……"

The shopkeeper was speechless. He pulled out a cigarette and eagerly offered it to Yang Jinwen: "Have a cigarette, please have one..."

"I have a question for you. Answer truthfully."

"well."

Wu Daqing, who was standing next to him, took out sketches of the three suspects and showed them to the boss.

Yang Jinwen asked, "Do you know these three people?"

Because the indoor lighting was too dim, the owner stood on tiptoe behind the counter, peered closer, and then nodded: "I recognize them. These two often come here to play."

"Which two?"

The boss pointed to the photos of the blond-haired man and the girl: "It's the two of them."

"What are their names?"

The boss shook his head: "I don't know."

What games are they playing?

"The girl plays computer games, while this blond guy plays video games sometimes... he just plays video games."

The boss didn't say "slot machine" out loud.

"Where is this person?" Yang Jinwen took the sketch of another suspect from Wu Daqing and handed it to his boss.

Some of them look familiar.

"know?"

"I think I've seen him before."

"Besides those three, is there anyone else with them?"

"I don't know."

How often do they come to the arcade?

“I come every day.”

What time each day?

“This morning, that blond guy came by.”

"What time?"

"We played until noon, starting around 8 o'clock."

"Besides today, around what other times did they usually come here?"

"They're either in the afternoon or in the evening."

Yang Jinwen glanced at his watch; it was six o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark.

He stared into the boss's eyes and asked, "You really don't know their names? Where do they live?" "I really don't know."

"Look around the arcade now, does anyone recognize them?"

The boss really wanted to refuse, and his expression showed some difficulty.

Yang Jinwen tapped the counter with his finger: "You know the rules of our police investigation. If you don't want to get into trouble, then cooperate properly."

If you don't behave, I'll make you behave, understand?

"Uh……"

The boss leaned out and pointed to a corner.

A young man with long hair is playing a slot machine.

"He should know that blond guy; I've seen them hanging out together a lot."

"Okay, thank you."

Yang Jinwen looked at the young man, whose hair was messy, had tattoos on the back of his hands, a cigarette in his mouth, and cigarette butts scattered all around him.

He stared intently at the slot machine, muttering something under his breath.

Yang Jinwen picked up a red plastic stool from the counter, walked over, placed it next to the young man, and then sat down.

The young man glanced at him warily and muttered, "I haven't had enough fun yet, get lost."

Yang Jinwen didn't take it seriously, took out the sketch of Huang Mao, and held it in front of him: "Do you know this person?"

The young man pushed him away with his hand: "Get out of my way, don't bother me!"

Just as Wu Daqing was about to reprimand him, Yang Jinwen reached out and took the cigarette from the young man's mouth.

The young man opened his mouth wide, about to get angry, when he saw a hand cover his mouth and something was stuffed into it.

Then, his tongue felt hot.

"Bah, bah..."

He spat out a half-smoked cigarette butt, and his tongue felt like it had been burned by hot tongs; the pain was so intense that tears welled up in his eyes.

"You... Ouch, that hurts, who the hell are you? Are you... are you crazy?"

Yang Jinwen stood up, grabbed his shoulders, pushed him into a chair, and pointed at his nose, asking, "Can't you speak properly now?"

"Who...who are you?" He was about to explode, but when he saw several people standing next to him, he immediately chickened out.

Yang Jinwen took out the sketch of Huang Mao again and handed it to him: "Do you recognize him?"

"I……"

"Think it over and answer me."

"You...you tell me first, who are you?"

"What do we look like to be?"

"The Dao...the Dao?"

"You got it right! Can you tell me?" After asking, Yang Jinwen added, "Give me your ID card."

The young man, while pulling out his ID card, nodded hurriedly: "Yes... definitely!"

He speaks with a lisp, but it's no wonder; his tongue is already blistered.

Yang Jinwen took the ID card from him, glanced at it, and handed it to Wu Daqing to copy. He then took out a sketch of Huang Mao and asked the young man to identify it.

If the long-haired young man had any experience, he would have recognized that these people were not involved in organized crime. People involved in organized crime would not need to copy your ID card.

Furthermore, have you ever seen anyone involved in organized crime who, when going out with a gang leader, always carries a pen and notebook with them?
Moreover, Wu Daqing took the pen out of his chest pocket. Within the standardized system, the pen had two characters written on it: "August 1st".

Yang Jinwen asked, "What's this person's name?"

“Wei…Wei Dayu, I…I call him Yellow Hair.”

"Where is he from?"

"It's from our local area."

"How did you two meet?"

We met at the arcade.

"What does he do?"

"I didn't do anything, I just played."

Where did he get the money?

"His brother gave it to him."

Who is his brother?

“This guy…” The other person pointed to another sketch in Yang Jinwen’s hand, a slightly taller one.

Yang Jinwen narrowed his eyes slightly: "You know him?"

"I've seen him. He doesn't come to the arcade often. He's pretty ruthless. I heard from the blond guy that his brother is in the same gang as you guys."

"And what about this woman?" Yang Jinwen asked, taking out a photo of the female suspect.

"Call me Ah... Ah Mei."

What's your real name?

"I don't know, but I just heard Huang Mao call them A-Mei."

"Where do they live?"

"This one……"

Yang Jinwen pressed on his shoulder and reminded him, "Don't lie. If you dare to lie..."

The young man quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm not lying. I was wondering where they live. Oh, right..."

He pointed to the back door and said, "Go out through the back door, and there's an alley diagonally opposite to the left."

After you go inside, count the fifth building forward. There are a dozen or so cement steps in front of the building, and there is a potted cycad on the steps.

The blond guy, his brother, and this woman lived there.

Last time, when Huang Mao and I came out of the arcade, we saw him go up the steps. They must live there.

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Yang Jinwen squinted: "I'll ask you one last question."

The young man nodded: "Brother, go ahead."

Are these three people of legal age?

Wu Daqing didn't think much of the question, but Maozi, Yao Weihua, and Cai Ting all jumped up and down.

They understood all too well what Yang Jinwen meant...

Dealing with juvenile delinquency and adult delinquency are two completely different things!

(End of this chapter)