New Order Plan

The investigation team's residence is the United Hotel in the planning area.

The spacious and bright luxury suite was covered with a light gray knitted carpet.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the crystal chandelier sparkle.

The heavy solid wood table was clean and tidy.

Two small flags were stuck in the corner of the table: one was the Earth Wheat Flag of the United Government, and the other was a black and blue police flag.

Inspector Liu Xingxiu sat down in his chair, put down the yellowed and worn book "Fifteen Years of Wanli" in his hand, took off his glasses, and looked at Song Shuanghe, whose bottom was half stuck to the sofa.

Song Shuanghe licked his dry lips and quickly handed over the letter of complaint with his real name.

He rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, seemingly unintentionally, "I wonder how someone like that got into the police force."

Liu Xingxiu quickly read through the letter, then frowned and said seriously, "Tell me about his personal situation."

"this......"

"What's wrong?"

"The crappy computers we were issued to us break down every few days. We reported it for repair yesterday, but it's still not fixed."

Song Shuanghe complained, feigning helplessness.

He wanted to investigate Jiang Qingshan's background information again through Liu Xingxiu.

Although he suspected that Jiang Qingshan was not simple, what if it was just his imagination?

If even this inspector from the Central Police Department can't find detailed information about the other party...

Then he could only apologize to Speaker Liu.

I'll do favors when things go smoothly, but I'd rather not do favors when things go wrong.

When he got back, he immediately sent all the guys who had been holding up the banners to clean toilets.

But if he finds out that Jiang Qingshan doesn't have any special background, then he won't be so polite.

Where can you find such a perfect promotion pill?

We must refine it thoroughly!

Liu Xingxiu was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt appearing on her face, but she quickly looked relieved.

That makes sense, considering this isn't the inner third district.

He didn't say much, but opened a drawer and took out a fist-sized metal cube, placing it in front of him.

He then pressed his palm upwards, and the metal cube shot out several green beams of light, which scanned his face repeatedly before disappearing.

[Verification Successful]

[Super Core Terminal - Iron Curtain, at your service]

After a mechanical sound, a wide holographic screen appeared above the metal cube.

Liu Xingxiu instructed, "I need all the information on Jiang Qingshan, the detective officer of the Planning District Headquarters."

"Checking..."

The Iron Curtain responded.

Song Shuanghe stood in front of the table, staring at the metal block with envy on his face.

This small super-core terminal is not only an advanced portable computer, but also a symbol of power and status.

Like the pistol on an officer's waist.

When will he be able to have it?

He has been in the position of senior inspector for five years. If he is not promoted next year, his career will probably be over.

"Query complete".

A notification sounded from the Iron Curtain, and the holographic screen displayed very detailed information.

Liu Xingxiu glanced through it, and the doubt on her face immediately disappeared.

Nothing special, just a very normal life experience.

He grew up in an orphanage in a quarantine area and was admitted to a police academy in the planned area at the age of fifteen.

His homeroom teacher at the time happened to be Bai Shouzheng, who is now the head of the investigation department.

Because he failed to awaken his superpowers during his three years at school, he was unable to join the police force after graduation and had to choose to find employment independently.

Upon closer inspection, his later experiences were quite diverse: he worked as a security guard, a food delivery driver, a public airship operator, and did foreign trade business for several years.

There are even records of severe penalties being imposed for smuggling grain into Independent Star City.

Upon seeing this, Liu Xingxiu's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

good boy!

That's incredibly bold.

Liu Xingxiu's gaze continued to sweep backward.

Three years ago, Jiang Qingshan awakened his superpower and successfully passed the Level 2 ability test.

Subsequently, through Bai Shouzheng's introduction, he was specially recruited as a detective police officer for the Planning District Administration.

Then comes a dense collection of case-handling experiences and whistleblower records.

Liu Xingxiu raised his hand and waved it, and the holographic screen disappeared instantly.

He glanced at Song Shuanghe, who was still in a daze, and asked with some surprise, "Inspector Song?"

"Yes, sir! Please give me your instructions."

Song Shuanghe snapped out of his daze, a sly glint in his eyes, and he was secretly delighted.

He was indeed too suspicious.

He couldn't find detailed information, possibly because of different systems, or simply because his level wasn't high enough.

That's really sad.

"Although he is capable, the police force must remain clean and pure. How can someone who has been punished for smuggling be in the force?"

Liu Xingxiu's tone was slightly somber, and his expression showed some regret.

It's a good knife, but unfortunately, it's hard to handle.

Some things are as light as willow catkins when they are not in the public eye, but become as heavy as a thousand pounds when they are in the public eye.

Liu Xingxiu pointed to the letter of complaint on the table and asked, "Can the things stated in the letter be verified?"

"One of the parties involved is currently under the protection of the investigation team, and they can testify."

"Huh?" Liu Xingxiu asked in surprise, "You mean the survivor of the serial murder case?"

"Yes, both of these things are related to Jiang Qingshan." Song Shuanghe nodded.

Liu Xingxiu frowned deeply, remained silent for a few seconds, then slammed his hand on the table and said, "Do whatever you need to do, and produce the investigation results and handling opinions as soon as possible."

"clear!"

Song Shuanghe puffed out his chest, his eyes gleaming.

Liu Xingxiu put on his glasses and picked up the book "Fifteen Years of Wanli" in front of him again to carefully read through it.

Song Shuanghe immediately picked up the teacup on the table, refilled it with water, and respectfully presented it to Liu Xingxiu: "You like old books?"

"Yes, it's still a classic even after a hundred years," Liu Xingxiu said, his eyes glued to the screen.

Song Shuanghe glanced at it; it was clearly something that had survived from the old era.

It's also a beautifully crafted collector's edition that's quite valuable.

Paper books like these, which survived a nuclear catastrophe and are still preserved today, are highly sought-after items at auction houses; even money can't guarantee you'll be able to buy one.

Song Shuanghe withdrew his gaze and tactfully took his leave.

Upon exiting the hotel, the female assistant was waiting in the car.

Song Shuanghe looked up at Liu Xingxiu's office, then turned and got into the passenger seat.

"Where to?" the female assistant asked.

Song Shuanghe pulled off his wig, scratched his scalp, and after a moment of thought, said, "Isolation zone, Hope Welfare Home."

Although he already knew that Jiang Qingshan didn't have any special background, this person was not easy to deal with.

Since you've already decided to use the other person as a promotion elixir, you need to understand them well enough.

The place where a person grows up often holds things they can't let go of.

"The quarantine area is somewhat dangerous," the female assistant earnestly reminded her.

Song Shuanghe reached out and began to caress the other person's fair and smooth legs, grinning lewdly, "With you here, what are you afraid of?"

The female assistant didn't say anything more and started the car, driving off onto the road.

After playing with it for a while, Song Shuanghe lost interest.

"Oh, by the way, remember to get me a copy of 'The Fifteenth Year of Wanli' later."

The assistant was somewhat surprised.

How did you suddenly become addicted to reading?

Song Shuanghe smiled, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.