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

Chapter 94 The Secret Weapon in the Cafeteria

The Chengbei Brigade planned to meet Wen Mo at the Municipal Bureau the next morning before heading to Dong'an City.

This half-day needs to be used for Yang Guochang to communicate with the provincial department and the Dong'an Municipal Bureau to see what their attitude is.

If they recklessly rush through, whether others appreciate it or not is another matter.

This is different from going to Dayan City, since the two cities are geographically adjacent and often see each other, and frequently cooperate.

However, Dong'an City has a rather complicated geographical situation. It is located to the west, separated by two cities and counties, more than 400 kilometers away, and the local people are more rugged.

Moreover, the police's cross-city law enforcement powers are subject to strict territorial jurisdiction restrictions, as has been the case in every era.

Case scenes that are divided due to geographical jurisdiction have various drawbacks due to various restrictions.

When you're holding up your police ID at the provincial border and getting shoved by a local colleague, the range of your Type 54 pistol at your waist will be extended by the law enforcement authority granted to you.

After the meeting, Yang Jinwen and Maozi took a nap in the dormitory. When they woke up, it was already evening.

They were new police officers, so their treatment was slightly better, and they could even slack off a bit.

Jiang Jianbing, Xu Guoliang, and other seasoned veterans are still conducting second and even third interrogations in full swing.

Lu Shaohua's requirement was that before setting off for Dong'an City, Ma Dong and the others must be thoroughly gutted.

If we can get even a little more clues, it will be relatively easier to capture Li Tianquan and Yong Wancai.

The cat jumped down from the top bunk, yawned, and stretched.

"Are you hungry?"

Yang Jinwen was putting on his shoes: "Want to grab a bite at the cafeteria?"

Cat glanced at his watch: "It's not time yet. If we go too early, we're sure to get a scolding from Lao Fan."

"Then go and help out." Yang Jinwen stood up.

Cat nodded and followed him out the door. As they went downstairs, he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Yang, Director Yang said that if someone is caught, you'll get a promotion. If you can pull it off, with the credit you earned from the previous two arrests, you'll definitely be able to become a squad leader."

Yang Jinwen shrugged: "It's not that easy. Do you think it's as simple as eating and drinking?"

Cat sighed, "That's true. After all, the person went to Dong'an City, which isn't our territory."

As the two were walking towards the cafeteria, Yang Jinwen was patted on the shoulder.

He turned his head and saw Wen Ling holding a lunchbox, smiling at him: "Are you so free?"

Yang Jinwen laughed and said, "Aren't you one too?"

Wen Ling walked alongside his shoulder: "Zhang Lei and I just finished writing the autopsy reports for the two victims in the 705 case. We're exhausted. Can't I even slack off?"

"No one will dare say anything if you slack off," the cat said, indicating that it was also there.

Sure enough, Wen Ling looked around in surprise, as if she had just noticed him: "Cat, when did you get here?"

The cat's forehead was covered in black lines; as expected, it was just an insignificant existence.

Yang Jinwen patted him on the shoulder: "I think I smell garlic sprouts. Uncle Fan, are you stir-frying twice-cooked pork?"

The cat nodded: "(╯▽╰) It smells so good~~ Ah!"

The three men stepped inside. Old Fan was swinging a large ladle in the shop window. The flames in the stove were rising high. A large wok was being swung around like a toy in his hands.

There were four people in the branch office canteen. Besides Lao Fan, there was a retired veteran in his fifties named Lu Daming, who was from the countryside.

The other two older women were also from the countryside, from the same village as Lao Fan.

Seeing the three of them come in, Lao Fan glanced up, then picked up his spoon and poured the stir-fried twice-cooked pork into a large stainless steel plate.

"Smells, it smells so good!"

Yang Jinwen, Maozi, and Wenling stood in front of the shop window, like three lapdogs, swallowing their saliva.

Old Fan wiped the sweat from his temples with the white towel around his neck and turned to look at Lu Daming.

"Old Lu, you stir-fry the water spinach." "Okay." Old Lu put down the cleaver and rolled up his sleeves.

"Remember, don't use only lard to fry it, mix in some rapeseed oil."

"clear."

Old Fan stepped aside and peered into the shop window: "Yang Jinwen, come with me."

"Huh?" Yang Jinwen was stunned.

Old Fan usually has a "keep away" attitude, and I've hardly ever spoken to him. What could he possibly want from me now?

Yang Jinwen watched him come out of the shop window and immediately followed him to a small room next to the shop window.

A curtain hangs at the door of the room, inside which are a freezer containing rice, flour, sweet potatoes, pumpkins, and other seasonal vegetables.

These things weren't bought from the market; Lao Fan bought them from the farmers in his own village.

Old Fan walked to the innermost wall and reached out to tear off a piece of red cloth on the wall.

Yang Jinwen saw a statue of Guan Yu standing upright on a horizontal board, with an incense burner below it.

"There are incense sticks nearby. Take one and light three sticks for Guan Gong, and pay your respects properly."

“No…” Yang Jinwen frowned and said, “Uncle Fan, isn’t our status inappropriate?”

"What's inappropriate about it?" Old Fan glared at him. "I'm asking you, in the past month or so, you've had two lives on your hands. Can you sleep at night?"

"I can sleep well." Yang Jinwen nodded, soundly asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"Uh……"

Old Fan was taken aback, not expecting the other party to not play by his rules.

"You weren't dreaming?"

Yang Jinwen shook his head: "No, I slept until dawn."

Old Fan pursed his lips: "Let's still offer a prayer."

Yang Jinwen didn't move, after all, he was a staunch materialist.

Old Fan's gaze sharpened: "I'm telling you this for your own good, not to make you believe anything, but to put your mind at ease."

Your master has worshipped this statue of Guan Yu, your team leader He has worshipped it, Lao Lu has worshipped it, Xiao Wen and Lao Yang have all worshipped it...

And those guys from our provincial capital…”

Yang Jinwen was startled when he heard the names he recited!
"Um, shall I give it a try?"

In his previous life, he hadn't even realized that Lao Fan was hiding this.

Yang Jinwen finally understood why He Jinbo was so attentive to Lao Fan.

So Lao Fan has powerful connections up there? He even knows some big shots!
He thought to himself, "What if I run into that so-and-so in the provincial capital someday?"

Just between us, do you remember Old Fan from the canteen of the Chengbei Branch Bureau?
Will the other party think that since we are all fellow disciples, they will look up to me?

Seeing that he had given in, Lao Fan took out a box of Baihongmei cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag.

He said earnestly, "We police officers only have the right to arrest and interrogate, not the right to make judgments."

By killing two criminals, you've essentially sentenced them.

Do you think you should have this right?

Old Fan patted Yang Jinwen on the shoulder.

"Pray properly, and I'll give you an extra chicken leg later."

(End of this chapter)