Police Chen Shu

At night, a local restaurant with a simple style.

The wooden structure decoration makes people hear the creaking sound when walking on the stairs, which makes people feel like they have returned to the past.

The lights are not bright, and the yellow-orange color is relatively soft. The height of the second floor is not too high, and the layout looks a bit stingy.

However, all this does not affect the enthusiasm here at all. If you listen carefully, most of them are local dialects. What's more, there is not a single girl holding a mobile phone to take pictures.

A really good place.

In the northeast corner of the second floor hall, a large round table is filled with dishes with good color, aroma and taste. In the middle is a flat-top basin with several bottles of wine jugs with local characteristics, all with lids opened.

In the basin, in addition to the wine jug, half is ice cubes and the other half is ice water.

"Come on! Let's go!"

He Chengfeng stood up, flushed and drank the white wine in the glass, then turned the glass in his hand upside down in the air for a moment to show that there was no residue left.

Forensic doctor Old Tang stood up second. He was usually a serious man, but now he was smiling and raised his hand to drink a full cup. After drinking, he smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

You can tell at a glance that he has a good alcohol tolerance.

"Officer Chen, you are amazing." Old Tang pulled up the yellow-haired man sitting next to him, pointed at Chen Shu and others and said, "Xiao Huang, while Officer Chen is still in Kunming, you should ask more people for advice."

Already a little drunk, the yellow-haired man still filled the cup with white wine without hesitation and raised it high: "I toast to Brother Chen!"

Provincial department expert Ma Rongcheng did not drink tonight. As a person who pays attention to health preservation, he poured himself a cup of tea as usual. He sat in the corner and picked up a few delicious dishes with chopsticks, and sipped a few sips of fresh tea.

The atmosphere was up, and he also stood up with a teacup, smiling and said: "I use tea instead of wine, and my respect is not reduced. Officer Chen, good job!"

The host present toasted again, giving Chen Shu enough face on the scene.

Chen Shu, of course, returned the toast with a full glass, and turned the glass upside down with both hands to show his respect for the local police: "Luck, pure luck. Without everyone's dedicated cooperation, this case would not have been solved so smoothly."

"Haha! Officer Chen is really good at talking." He Chengfeng, who had shown off in front of the director, was in a very good mood. Now he took the initiative to pour himself a glass of white wine, "What you said, haha, it seems that we helped solve your case. Really good at talking, really good at talking."

After a pause, he looked around and said loudly: "Officer Chen made an indispensable contribution to the rapid resolution of this case. On behalf of the Criminal Department, I toast you a glass! Drink!"

Seeing He Chengfeng drink another glass without changing his expression, Chen Shu immediately filled his glass and returned the toast.

The drinking capacity of men in Yun Province can be seen.

After the two of them went back and forth several times, they also felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

Taking advantage of the right atmosphere, Chen Shu walked around the big round table with the wine dispenser and wine glass and walked to the side of He Chengfeng.

He Chengfeng stood up quickly. Facing this fellow criminal investigator with good case handling ability, he was very convinced, even with a little respect.

Abilities are objective, and the cigarettes and tea that really filled the desk are not something that ordinary policemen can take out casually.

"Officer Chen, just sit down. Why come over? You are so polite." He Chengfeng stood up with a wine glass. Although he said something polite, he was very happy in his heart.

It is impossible to say that you are not happy with this kind of respect, especially being respected by people whose identity, status, and ability may be higher than yours.

For example, if you have more money, you may be ridiculed for being vulgar, but what if you have a lot more? It is so much that the people who ridicule you can't even imagine it.

For example, if you have a higher status, you may be ridiculed for being artificial, but what if you have a lot more? It is so high that the people who ridicule you will never reach in their lifetime.

For example, if you have a stronger ability, you may be questioned about your luck, but what if you have a lot more? It is so strong that the people who question it know that this is a huge gap.

Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change.

Chen Shu approached, and after some politeness, he drank a full glass.

The two first briefly summarized and recalled the case, and then Chen Shu leaned in and whispered: "He Da, Huang Mao is a soldier, and his communication skills are not very good. You will have to bear more with him in the unit in the future."

He Chengfeng listened, laughed, pointed to the forensic doctor Lao Tang who was chatting with the provincial department experts, and said: "This guy said he was short of people, and asked for people to go over. We will have to ask him to protect us in the future."

Knowing that Lao Tang had already taken action, Chen Shu was relieved.

Although Lao Tang and Huang Mao have a big age gap, as both of them have retired from the army, they must have more to say.

Especially for the forensic position, this kind of technical personnel is really a sideways existence in the grassroots public security, and the general leaders may have to coax them to work.

"Haha, the leader still needs to protect him, the leader still needs to protect him."

Chen Shu smiled and raised his glass. When he was about to go with the other party again, he didn't expect to be stopped by He Chengfeng.

Chen Shu looked over in confusion and saw the other party smiling.

He Chengfeng smiled slyly and asked frankly: "Officer Chen, are you afraid that we will bully Xiao Huang?"

Chen Shu waved his hands repeatedly: "How could that be?"

He Chengfeng drank a sip and shook his head: "Officer Chen, you don't treat us as your own people. I thought I had gained a good brother from Donghai."

After all the words were put aside, Chen Shu remained silent, chuckled, and drank half a glass along with him.

He Chengfeng shrugged and laughed at himself: "I know, you are blaming me. Blame us for leaving such an influential case as a murder case to Xiao Huang. After all, he has just arrived and shouldn't be responsible for it."

As long as you know.

Chen Shu really thought this in his heart, but on the surface he said strictly and righteously: "Now that we have entered the police profession, it will never be easy. Although Xiao Huang is inexperienced, this is also an opportunity to practice, and he can handle such an important job." The fact that the case was handed over to him also shows that the leadership attaches great importance to and cultivates him. "

"You're paying too much attention! You're cultivating a ghost!" He Chengfeng, who had already drank a lot of wine, knew the other party's politeness, and said dirty words.

"Of course, we misjudged this case at first and thought it was a suicide." He shrugged and continued frankly, "To tell you the truth, murder cases are nothing to us here. Well, that's not to say Not important, just relatively speaking, not that important.”

Chen Shu was stunned. He did not expect to hear such an explanation. It is said that human life is at stake, but this is a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Like Donghai, whenever a corpse suspected of murder is found, not to mention the leaders of the criminal investigation line, the deputy director in charge, the leader of the bureau on duty, and even the senior officer in the bureau must care and care, care and care.

How is it possible, it's not that important?

This is a murder case!