Police Chen Shu

Time passed quickly, and it was already noon after Chen Shu read all the transcripts and related video surveillance.

Although it was early autumn, Zhu Chaoran was sweating profusely when he returned to the office after the investigation, but he found nothing about the case clues.

Chen Shu patted Zhu Chaoran, who was drenched and slightly depressed, and said with emotion: "Sweat will not flow in vain, these are all experiences. Let's go, go to dinner first. In the afternoon, I will take you to the flea market to find a professional People ask."

As soon as Zhu Chaoran heard the word 'eat', his negative emotions were swept away, and he went to the cafeteria with a chubby body.

Chen Shu, who was standing behind, once suspected that Zhu Chaoran's sweat was probably exhausted to catch up with the meal.

The canteen of the Zhongshan Police Station is one of the main battlefields declared by instructor Zeng Hong. Every time it was his turn to speak at a meeting in the institute, he would talk about the recent situation in the cafeteria. Sometimes I have private conversations with the police, and canteen food and sanitation are also one of the must-talk items.

Before Zeng Hong came to Zhongshan Institute, there was such a joke circulating in the institute:

When the unit eats, the soup is placed in a large bucket beside it, and everyone can measure it by themselves. Therefore, when making soup, many people desperately fish out the meat in the soup. Basically, only the few people in the front can get out the meat, and the people behind only have the soup.

An old policeman jokingly commented: "This boiled water is delicious with a little salt."

One time, this veteran policeman took someone to the bank to do business, and he ate in their cafeteria at noon.

Their soup is also made by themselves, but there is obviously a lot of meat in their soup, which can be seen with the naked eye. In order to show that he is not a greedy person, the old police only beat a rib.

Just as he was about to leave, the man who was cooking vegetables next to him became angry: "You guys only cook soup and don't cook the meat in it. Who will eat the meat! People can't be too selfish!"

While the old policeman was still in a mess in the wind, other fellow policemen made a bowl full of pork ribs and yam, and went to eat under the approving eyes of the uncle.

Back at the institute, the rumors spread like a dream.

Now that the second-in-command and chief political officer of the Zhongshan Police Station attach so much importance to it, the cafeteria has naturally become a paradise for everyone. Every time lunch or dinner is approaching, the hallway is full of laughter.

The more than 60 policemen in Zhongshan Institute all provided food and lodging, and the leaders, civilian police, and auxiliary police all ate in the cafeteria. The only small cafeteria was mainly used for reception.

The canteen adopts a meal-sharing system. There are five meat and five vegetables on the dining table, one soup and one fruit. Diners each have a meal, in principle, two meat and two vegetables with soup and fruit per person, choose and enjoy by yourself.

Generally speaking, everyone will consciously order two meat and two vegetables. After all, if you order more, others will eat less, or even disappear. Especially in grass-roots law enforcement units like police stations, it is normal for the on-duty and case-handling personnel to be late for meals.

But every time the meal is nearing the end, the cafeteria aunt will carry the iron basin of leftovers, use her superb spoon skills, go to the table, and refill some meals for everyone.

But in this case, almost all the people from the unit came.

Today, Zhu Chaoran was the first in line to eat, and ordered four meat dishes, which were Dongpo pork (two pieces), crispy chicken drumsticks, and shredded fish-flavored pork.

contented.

The aunt in the canteen couldn't stand it anymore, she insisted on squeezing a spoonful of Chinese cabbage among the four meat. In private, the aunt also complained to Chen Shu about Zhu Chaoran's bad diet. However, Zhu Chaoran had a sweet mouth, and in the end it ended with the aunt lifting the spoon.

The two of them had lunch and didn't take a lunch break in the institute, so they went straight to Dongzhou City's flea market.

After four relocations, as the oldest trading market in Dongzhou City, the Dongzhou Secondhand Goods Swap Market is not as good as it used to be.

More than twenty years ago, Chen Shu followed his cousin to the market to buy game cassettes. At that time, although the market was dilapidated, with narrow roads and garbage everywhere, it was crowded with people and bustling.

The places with slight gaps on the side of the road are full of goods. And the people on the street, whether they are shopkeepers or buyers, have happy faces on their faces.

Unlike now, there are very few pedestrians on the six- to seven-meter-wide road. The facade of the store is tall and exquisite, but the boss or workers inside just sit and play with their mobile phones to chat to get by.

Chen Shu and Zhu Chaoran came to the market, entered the gate, walked through several small streets in the market, and came straight to a very remote shop in the market.

As a gatekeeper, the main business should be buying and selling second-hand battery cars.

Before entering the door, Chen Shu said in a low voice: "When you're inside, just watch and listen, don't talk."

"Brother Shu, I'll listen to you." Zhu Chaoran nodded.

When the two entered the shop, a middle-aged man dressed like a boss rushed up to him, nodded and bowed:

"Leader, what's the matter?"

Chen Shu glanced at his chubby figure, and said with a smile: "Boss Zheng, why, we have been friends for so many years. Why can't I come to your place for tea if I have nothing to do?"

Boss Zheng, whose real name is Zheng Tianyou, is in his forties. A few years ago, when Chen Shu was investigating a series of cases involving the theft of battery cars by a gang, he was brought out as one of the main dealers of the gang by the way.

At that time, because it was difficult to obtain evidence on subjective intention, and when collecting evidence for the criminal behavior of the gang, Boss Zheng also knew everything, and gave certain credit to the criminal suspect's smooth conviction.

So after reporting to the superiors, Chen Shu released him without charge and accepted him as an informant.

Boss Zheng nodded furiously: "Come, come, the two leaders don't stand at the door, sit in the office inside."

Boss Zheng led Chen Shu and Zhu Chaoran to a small room at the back of the shop.

The three of them sat on the tea table and chairs in the small room.

Chen Shu took out the cigarettes, took out two, first put one in front of Boss Zheng who was busy making tea, and passed one to Zhu Chaoran.

After Boss Zheng gave the brewed tea to several people, Chen Shu took out the lighter and prepared to light cigarettes for the three of them.

Boss Zheng waved his hands again and again to refuse, and said hastily: "No need, I have it."

Chen Shu freed his right hand and pressed down on his forearm, and still clicked on it with a smile.

He took a puff of the cigarette, slowly exhaled it a few times, stroked his chin, and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen Boss Zheng for a while. The business is booming! This office has an extra set of tea tables. What's the matter? Are there a lot of people here recently? You see, the tea-making skills are also very familiar. "

Boss Zheng's expression paused, and surprise appeared on his chubby face: "Nothing, no business. Leader, look at my door, it's all fading out! My tea table is here, so that I can drink tea and keep healthy." .”

He couldn't figure out the meaning of Chen Shu's words, so he hesitated to answer. He felt something was wrong about going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

I guess it's time to 'sell' again.