Major Crimes Unit Starts with Police Academy Students

"Instructor, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ye Wei then said,

"Xiao Zhao, I'm giving you a task. Go to the solitary confinement cell and check on Li Dawei. Make sure he writes a three-thousand-word self-criticism."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiwei immediately agreed.

"Instructor, don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

In the solitary confinement room of the police station,

Li Dawei sat at the table, on which lay a pen and a blank sheet of paper, but not a single word was written on them.

Zhao Jiwei, nicknamed "740," quietly pushed open the door and walked in, smiling as he placed the lunchbox in front of him.

"The cafeteria is serving braised pork ribs and big steamed buns tonight. You're in for a treat! Eat them while they're hot!"

Li Dawei was in a bad mood, so how could he eat?

"I won't eat,"

Zhao Jiwei was somewhat surprised; how could anyone resist such delicious food?

He sat down next to Li Dawei and began to recall.

"Hey, who are you sulking about? When I was in high school, I carried pancakes from home to school every week."

When it's hot, pancakes left out for a week will turn sour by the weekend.

Back then, whenever I saw my classmates in the city eating and getting their food, my mouth would water.

I used to think that when I became successful, I would eat vegetables and meat every day. I never expected it to happen so quickly.

Li Dawei hadn't expected Zhao Jiwei to bring these things up with him, and his attitude softened considerably compared to before.

He said,

"You eat it, I won't."

Zhao Jiwei continued to persuade him,

"You can't hold a grudge against someone else's stomach, right, bro? It's so late, you must be hungry too,"

Li Dawei was feeling down and couldn't eat anything, nor did he want to talk to anyone.

"It's none of your business,"

Zhao Jiwei smiled.

"Okay, I'll leave it here for you. Take a bite whenever you want."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Half an hour later, Zhao Jiwei cautiously peeked into the solitary confinement cell again.

He saw that the food, paper, and pen on the table were still intact, and said...

"Brother, are you planning to go on a hunger strike in solitary confinement?"

Li Dawei shook his head and said.

"I can't eat,"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiwei immediately offered advice.

“If you can’t eat, you won’t have the energy to write your self-criticism. The director has made a requirement: you have to write at least three thousand words.”

Li Dawei said irritably.

"I can't even write three words, let alone three thousand,"

Zhao Jiwei then volunteered,

"Brother, you should have said so earlier! If you couldn't write it, I was there for you!"

Li Dawei was taken aback and glanced at Zhao Jiwei.

"You? Do you know anything about this? You're just going to write a self-criticism?"

Zhao Jiwei said with a smile,

"Brother, don't even mention it. When I was assigned to my post, I thought, if I'm assigned to a government office, I'll definitely have to write official documents."

So I practiced writing official documents until I was extremely proficient, including how to write self-criticisms.

I'll write you three thousand words, guaranteed to be profound, moving, and soul-stirring.

Upon hearing this, Li Dawei smiled.

"Okay, then you write it for me, brother, I owe you."

Zhao Jiwei wasn't completely senile, and said,

"Our handwriting is different, so how about this: I'll read and you write, that way we'll get more inspiration."

Li Dawei immediately nodded and said.

"Okay,"

Zhao Jiwei cleared his throat, feigning seriousness.

"Respected leader of the institute..."

After saying the beginning, he suddenly said something else entirely.

"Brother, why don't you eat a couple of bites of food before you write?"

Li Dawei waved his hand and said,

"It's okay, I'll eat something after I finish writing."

After listening, Zhao Jiwei continued,

"Today, because of my low level of ideological awareness and weak political consciousness, I forgot the responsibilities and obligations of a people's police officer."

After the incident, I felt deeply saddened and ashamed of myself for failing the glorious title of a people's police officer.

…… ...

As Li Dawei listened to Zhao Jiwei's words, he kept writing on the paper while he couldn't help but laugh.

He smiled and said,

"Hahahaha, no, I mean, where did you learn all this nonsense from?"

Zhao Jiwei glared at him and said,

"Don't talk, inspiration just struck,"

Meanwhile, after receiving the police dispatch order, Wu Mingcheng and Chen Xincheng immediately drove to the location of the report, Shuguang Residential Area.

After they arrived at Shuguang Residential Area, before the car had even come to a complete stop, a woman rushed towards them in a panic.

Chen Xincheng and Wu Mingcheng got out of the car. Wu Mingcheng skillfully turned on the body camera, glanced at the police dispatch form, and then said,

"Are you Ms. Ma? Did you call the police?"

Ms. Ma nodded and said.

"Officer Tongzhi, my husband and I had a fight, and he drove off in a huff and hasn't come back yet. 5.6."

I'm really worried that something might happen to him while he's out there, so I'd like to trouble you to help me find him."

Wu Mingcheng asked from the side,

"Okay, could you tell me your husband's phone number?"

Ms. Ma said,

"His phone is off, Tongzhi. He might have gone to our villa in the suburbs."

Please go over there and check if he's there. If he is, then everything is fine.

Chen Xincheng was somewhat puzzled at this moment.

Why don't you go and take a look yourself?

Ms. Ma said,

"I have children at home, and besides, it's dark on the street, I'm a little scared,"

Chen Xincheng didn't think much of it.

"Okay, give me the address."

Chapter 344 Don't disturb his rest.

Ms. Ma immediately gave them a note with some information written on it.

"I've already written down the address, along with his phone number and license plate number."

He drives an Audi A6. If you see it parked in the villa's yard, don't bother him; just give me a call.

Upon hearing Ms. Ma's words, Wu Mingcheng confirmed them.

"Okay, if he's at the villa, should we knock on the door and check?"

Ms. Ma immediately said,