Police Chen Shu

The current season is at the end of summer, the temperature is not too hot, and everyone is gradually getting used to not turning on the air conditioner.

Perhaps it was because Zhu Chaoran was fat, afraid of heat, and wearing a lot of police equipment all over his body, so when he came back from receiving the police from outside and entered the small closed room of the interrogation room, he felt unbearably stuffy and hot.

As a result, he turned on the air conditioner on his own initiative, then opened the door and entered the interrogation room to continue working.

In fact, this was an insignificant matter, but when the cold wind outside the door blew in, Chen Shu, who was concentrating on waiting for Zhang Yun to confess his hair stood on end and shivered.

He glanced sideways at Zhu Chaoran who was standing at the door and grinning, feeling ominous in his heart. He gave Zhu Chaoran a quick wink, then shook his head slightly towards the seat inside the interrogation table.

Seeing this, Zhu Chaoran immediately realized his inappropriate behavior, and hurriedly lowered his head and walked over to his seat. After sitting down, he looked at his nose, nose, and heart, as if he was just a bystander, coming to gather the number of people.

After the episode was settled, Chen Shu turned his head, stabilized his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Yun, go ahead."

Zhang Yun lowered his head again, without saying a word, leaving Chen Shu with a dark head.

The long-lost silence in the interrogation room reappeared.

Chen Shu was a little mad, seeing that Zhang Yun was about to confess the fact that he had stolen, but in the end, a fat man Zhu was killed halfway, and he resentfully took over his own army.

People are not as good as God. The interrogation of suspects by the police is actually no different from fighting a war.

Sitting on the interrogation platform, Chen Shu looked down at the middle-aged man in front of him who lowered his head again. Seeing the other man tightly grasping the left and right armrests of the interrogation chair with both hands, he sighed slightly in his heart:

Hey, I shut my mouth again. There is neither evidence nor physical evidence in this case. As long as he does not admit it, there is really nothing he can do about it

He is also a free and easy person, since the matter has come to this point, he no longer struggles, stands up and walks out the door: "Fatty, take him to the confinement room."

Before Zhu Chaoran could reply, Zhang Yun called out first: "Officer! You can't lock me up without evidence!"

This time the voice was different from before, but it became a little more confident.

Chen Shu paused when he heard this, knowing that this guy knew that he almost fell into the pit just now, and this time he should have put all his energy into preparing to die.

He dropped a word and left without looking back.

"Let's talk about it after twenty-four hours."

There was no more sound from the rear.

Back in the office, looking at the dusty tables, chairs and sofas that he hadn't seen for a long time, Chen Shu still felt a little missing in his heart.

It's just that now, with the case blocked, he has no intention of cleaning. He just took out a police uniform from his closet and changed it, then went to the duty hall on the first floor.

Li Chaoyang went to the epidemic prevention site, and now he has to sit on the stage.

A few hours later, the duty hall.

Chen Shu sat behind the front desk, with hot tea and an open case file in his hand.

For a while, he looked at the surveillance images of the detention room on the monitor screen, and for a while he took out his case memorandum to scribble and change, full of energy but not tired.

Zhu Chaoran was lying on the small high platform at the front desk with an annoyed expression.

Neither of them spoke, tacitly refraining from mentioning what happened in the interrogation room at noon, as if Zhang Yun was the only one who didn't show up.

The atmosphere of silence was a bit stiff, and it was not until Zeng Hong returned from duty outside the police station that the embarrassment of the period was broken.

"Instructor." Zhu Chaoran, who was lying on his stomach, stood up straight and greeted feebly.

Chen Shu shrank his neck, relying on the small towering platform of the reception desk, he slidably hid under the reception desk.

"En." Zeng Hong nodded towards Zhu Chaoran, and continued to walk up the stairs of the office building.

Seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the stairs, he turned back unexpectedly.

"Where is Xiao Li? Where did he go? Why isn't there a policeman at the front desk?" Zeng Hong returned to the front desk of the duty hall, looked around, and was slightly surprised.

Zhu Chaoran coughed, opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent, just looking outside the door.

Xiao Wang, the police officer sitting behind the front desk, blushed for a while, and also held a thermos cup in his hand to drink water with the same awkward expression.

Seeing this posture, Zeng Hong knew something was tricky, so he went straight to the back of the front desk, and saw a man wearing a 'police on duty' arm sleeve on his left arm, and a man in police uniform with his back turned to him, squatting on the ground busy fiddling with his hands Looking at the computer mainframe under the table.

Zeng Hong glanced at the normal monitor on the table, and murmured in his heart, but seeing that the other party was busy, he was too embarrassed to interrupt.

The duty hall fell into a brief silence.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Chen Shu had no choice but to turn his head slowly with an awkward smile.

"Zeng Jiao, what a coincidence. Are you coming to sit on stage today?"

The little stalker at the police station compares duty to sitting on a desk.

"Pfft..." Hearing this, Xiao Wang, who was sitting quietly sipping tea, squirted it out.

Seeing that it was Chen Shu, Zeng Hong raised his face and glared and said, "Who do I think is, pouted and crawled under the table. Why, are you so afraid of seeing me?"

Seeing that Zeng Hong was a little angry, Chen Shu hurriedly snapped to attention, and stood up straight: "Report to the trainer, my injury has recovered, and I report to you now!"

After finishing speaking, he reached for Zhang Yun's simple file on the table, handed it to Zeng Hong, and smiled triumphantly: "Zeng Jiao, there was a theft case in our jurisdiction, and it happened to stab me. The target is already in the cage. You first Go upstairs to rest, I will have to ask you for approval later."

The Eastern State Police are all targeting people under surveillance.

As it was related to the law and order in the jurisdiction, Zeng Hong had no intention of teasing him. He took the file and flipped through a few pages, pondering for a moment:

"Hurry up and handle the case. The Bureau is going to wrap up Operation Xiafeng these few days. I'll ask Huihui to write a publicity report for you tomorrow."

Huihui's full name is Zheng Huihui, and she is the only female police officer at the Zhongshan Police Station. In addition to the assigned internal affairs, she is also in charge of the propaganda work in the station.

"No problem, you can just go upstairs and wait in peace. I've already thought about the title of the article, and it's called 'The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, one scan for sure'!"

Chen Shu's three sentences are inseparable from "upstairs", Zeng Hong's heart is like a mirror. He shook his head, did not continue this topic, and glanced at the monitoring screen of the indwelling room that was being displayed on the monitor, and there was a man sitting alone inside.

He turned and went upstairs.

Zhu Chaoran's expression was blank for a moment, and he seemed to recall what happened in the interrogation room at noon: "Brother Shu, that guy didn't plead guilty, what should we do?"

Hehe, I ran into a theft case on the first day of work, so I had to make proper arrangements. If you can't do a frontal assault, then you can only act like a rogue. Chen Shu remained calm, folded the printer paper with Zhang Yun's identity information printed on the table in half, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"Fatty, go and bring him out, this time we'll go to the interrogation room."