81: Chapter 80 Rolling Knife at 81: Chapter 80 Rolling Knife at Woof.
Jiang Yuan pushed open the door to the K-9 unit, and Dazhuang greeted him excitedly.
As for the six officers from the criminal investigation squad working in the yard, they kept their heads down, busy at work, without even lifting their heads.
Because the smoke shop robbery and fence case involved so much evidence, under the coordination of Captain Huang Qiangmin, the criminal investigation squad ca to work at the K-9 unit directly until all the evidence was secured.
After everything was photographed and collected, they would return to the office.
For the past couple of days, Jiang Yuan had been coming directly to work at the K-9 unit.
Dazhuang was particularly happy about this, waiting for Jiang Yuan every day, and would bark loudly as soon as he arrived.
Jiang Yuan patted the Rottweiler’s head and praised, “You’re sensible.
I’ll give you two extra chicken legs later.”
“You can’t give it too much, its training intensity has increased recently, just enough to maintain its figure.” Li Li also heard Dazhuang’s bark and ca out from inside.
Jiang Yuan looked at Li Li and indeed, when it ca to maintaining one’s figure, Li Li was absolutely the role model in the criminal police brigade.
As for raising Dazhuang…
“Did you eat Dazhuang’s chicken leg again and forget to make it up to him?” Jiang Yuan made an accurate judgnt.
Li Li and Dazhuang’s eyes drooped a little at the sa ti, then she added, “Your colleague ate it too.”
Jiang Yuan patted Dazhuang’s head again and sighed, “It’s alright, we’ll get so beef and eggs instead, they are just as tasty.”
Dazhuang barked “Woof,” which fully expressed its trust in Jiang Yuan, its complaints about Li Li, its expectations for a dog’s life, its worries about humanity’s collective pivot, its vigilance against the developnt of the capitalist world, the uncertainty about the future of the technology industry, the ignorance and unease towards the modern financial system, and its understanding and judgnt of the international situation.
After patting Dazhuang’s head once more, Jiang Yuan entered the yard to see a line of people, all bending over and keeping their heads down.
“How’s it going?” Jiang Yuan asked the youngest, Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong grunted, which fully conveyed the boundaries of his capabilities, “Almost done, just another couple of days.”
“Not bad, not bad, you’ve all worked hard.
I’ll get sothing for everyone to eat,” Jiang Yuan said, his spirits lifted.
With so many fingerprints entering the database this ti, all highly relevant to the fence case, the likelihood of uncovering more cases from them was very high.
Of course, this was sothing that the police officers in the criminal investigation squad could all see, which is why they were all working so hard.
Jiang Yuan sincerely prepared a al for everyone.
After eating with the Rottweiler, he joined them in their work.
These past few days, the detectives in the brigade were all working overti like crazy.
The concept of 996 or anything similar is aningless in grassroots police stations; it’s simply that there’s no opportunity to speak up, and even no permission to discuss it publicly, just unnoticed.
While all major internet companies have successively stopped the 996 schedule, the phenonon within the police stations has only intensified.
Criminals do not have Sundays, so the police have to dedicate their whole weekends as well.
It was the sa with this robbery case.
The three suspects slapped their heads and decided to shave them bald together; they slapped their heads and decided to rob a smoke shop together.
And with every slap of their heads, they added another layer of workload for the detectives working on the case.
Especially since they refused to confess, the detectives could be described as pressed for ti with a heavy workload.
Captain Huang Qiangmin of the detectives frequently appeared in the large office, asking about the progress as often as thrice a day.
The pressure of such attention at its peak was evident when Captain Huang Qiangmin didn’t even have ti to wander into the criminal investigation squad on the fourth floor, but instead, his “speeches” could occasionally be heard coming from the first and second floors of the office building.
“Don’t co back to see if you can’t find it!”
“Keep interrogating, why are you asking ?
The confession has to be verified at all tis!”
“They’re all nailed on sure-things for prison, why are they still being stubborn?
What use is their stubbornness?”
What angered Huang Qiangmin the most was that the three bald robbers were clearly dood, yet they still refused to confess willingly.
This situation, in grassroots police stations, often leaves one feeling as if full success is yet to be achieved.
It was the familiar journalist, holding a cara to take photos, who even said after putting down the cara, “I rember during previous interviews, when the criminal suspect had fully confessed, their weeping and sobbing looked very good.
Should we take a series of photos showing their remorse…”
Huang Qiangmin knew what the journalist wanted, it was that kind of scene in movies and TV dramas, where at the final stage, the wrongdoer admits their errors and shows repentance.
After all, social education should start with reflection.
But with these tough nuts to crack, Huang Qiangmin said helplessly, “It’s precisely because it’s rare to encounter such situations that they get interviewed.
Normally, criminals tend to make various excuses and are reluctant to admit their guilt.”
“So, can these people today admit their guilt?” the journalist pressed on, dissatisfied with the response from the captain of the criminal police.
Huang Qiangmin shook his head and added, “We don’t know yet.
The reason we invited you this ti is that the fencing case itself is quite significant, with a large scale involving nurous provinces nationwide, and there will not be a small number of current and accumulated cases.
It’s worth reporting.”
“Whatever you say,” the journalist responded with an appearance of following instructions.
Huang Qiangmin could only force a smile, even feeling like there was a hint of mockery on the journalist’s face?
But that’s how it is with laypeople.
As if without a confession from the suspect, there’s always so doubt.
Those intellectuals who can be psychologically broken after a few words do exist, but for the likes of dim-witted robbers, it’s hard to say if they even have psychological defenses…
Thud thud.
Jiang Yuan knocked and entered.
Huang Qiangmin, with his tense face, turned around to see Jiang Yuan and his expression lightened by exactly 22.2 degrees, asking sowhat warmly, “Jiang Yuan, how’s it going?”
“We’ve processed the evidence, and from preliminary calculations, the items involved in the fencing are connected to at least over 20 cases…” Jiang Yuan’s explanation was simple, but the content was quite significant.
Huang Qiangmin misunderstood and thought that Jiang Yuan was only talking about how many fingerprints were lifted, so he said, “Those involved in fencing, there’s still value in digging deeper into the associated cases…
Okay, just put the file down, I’ll sign it later.”
Jiang Yuan also had a slight misunderstanding, thinking that Huang Qiangmin wanted to handle it on the spot and assign tasks imdiately.
Huang Qiangmin had a way of turning his office into a eting room and casual chatter into a case analysis eting, sothing he would do almost every month.
It could be said to be a very impressive, quite exemplary performance at work.
“Just a mont, I’ll have it brought over,” Jiang Yuan said, seeing the reporter with the large cara next to Captain Huang Qiangmin, and assuming without surprise that Comrade Huang Qiangmin was preparing to strike a cool pose, he made a call to the team upstairs.
In a while, a row of seven or eight detectives from the homicide squad, each carrying one or two large boxes, as if they had just been fired, stood in front of Huang Qiangmin, then stacked up the cardboard boxes.
Turning around, they were about to go back for more.
Huang Qiangmin quickly stopped them and asked, “What is this…?”
“These are all extracted from the stolen goods, which can pinpoint the cases of the criminal suspects,” Jiang Yuan waved his hand, looking both exhausted and relaxed, saying, “In total, 22 cases, possibly involving six to ten groups of criminal suspects…”
Question marks began to rise in Huang Qiangmin’s mind:
“Suspects?
New suspects?”
“Yes.”
“22?”
“Six to ten groups.”
Finally grasping the situation, Huang Qiangmin picked up a file and started to read, his lips curving into a 90-degree smile, giving an impression of an old crocodile’s sense of security.
“You found the criminal suspects through the stolen goods?” Huang Qiangmin asked after a mont, wrestling with the process of the investigation.
Jiang Yuan nodded and said, “From what I’ve observed, many criminal suspects are quite cautious before and after the theft, but they let their guard down when it cos to fencing the goods.
That’s when they’re more likely to leave fingerprints.
There indeed seem to be quite a lot of matches, though I’m not sure if we have enough manpower…”
“We’ll have enough, I’ll find so,” Huang Qiangmin said through clenched teeth, glancing at the journalist who had set up his cara, then adopted a fierce everyday expression, stating, “Cases linked together like at on a kebab stick, we just need to bite down hard.”
The journalist pulled out a notebook, wrote down a couple of sentences, and then clapped his hands enthusiastically, “Well said, Captain Huang, I think this line could use a little more polish…”
Huang Qiangmin nodded happily, only catching soone on the phone before shouting:
“Liu, you owe and it’s ti to pay.”
“Wang Zhong, you owe .”
“Old Zhu, you owe …
Oh, I owe you, never mind then, carry on with what you were doing.”
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