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Zheng Nanle's steps remained unchanged, as did her expression. She glanced at the middle-aged man casually before looking away, but her spiritual power instantly expanded, condensing into a long needle that pierced fiercely towards the middle-aged man's forehead.
The middle-aged man screamed and fell to the ground through the door. His hand, which had reached for his chest, fell limply to the ground, along with the gun and briefcase he was carrying.
Zheng Nanle stepped forward and carefully put the bolted pistol into her briefcase—she knew how to use a gun, but Er Ya didn't.
She picked up her briefcase, seemingly supporting but actually holding the middle-aged man hostage as she walked out the door to the neighboring courtyard, where she knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
A few minutes later, the door opened, revealing Hua Chang's face.
Hua Chang quickly holstered the gun at his waist, opened the door, and said, "Er Ya, it's you here."
As her gaze shifted, she spotted the middle-aged man beside her and quickly took the money.
Zheng Nanle handed the briefcase to Hua Chang and said, "He was trying to escape from next door when he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. I took the opportunity to grab him. Oh, and there's a gun in the briefcase."
"Oh." Hua Chang didn't take it to heart. He carried his briefcase and met up with Zheng Nanle and his colleagues. After handing the middle-aged man over to his colleagues, he opened his briefcase to check.
Upon discovering the gun was bolted, cold sweat broke out instantly. He hurriedly and carefully removed the gun and unloaded the bullets before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
I wanted to say a few words to Er Ya, but Er Ya had never touched a gun, so what did she know?
He could only tap the middle-aged, refined man with his gun to vent his lingering fear.
After completing their mission, Hua Chang and his group returned to the Public Security Bureau, while Zheng Nanle remained at the scrap metal recycling station.
She was lucky; she found twelve of the seventeen volumes of the "Self-Study Series on Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry," although some were duplicates. She also found a Russian textbook. After buying all the books, Zheng Nanle handed a chocolate to the worker guarding the scrap.
When Zheng Nanle gave out the chocolates, she was quite reluctant to part with them because Er Ya didn't like them and had been hiding them from her. After Er Ya left, she looked at the dwindling supply of chocolates and only managed to eat one every few days.
Giving her a piece now feels like taking a piece of her flesh away.
She remained silent, but firmly placed the chocolate into the other person's arms, afraid that if she put it on the table, they would regret it and take it back.
The staff member glanced at Zheng Nanle, put away the chocolate, and said, "I'll keep these kinds of teaching materials for you."
"Thank you." Zheng Nanle wrapped the books up and returned to his dormitory, where he hid them away.
Before even starting her job, she had already made a great contribution. Her colleagues in the bureau looked at Zheng Nanle as if she were some kind of glittering lucky koi fish—it was said that Huachang's great contribution last time was also related to her.
Unbeknownst to Zheng Nanle, the question of who would mentor him was a major point of contention among the group. In the end, Hua Chang, relying on his past relationship with Zheng Nanle, successfully secured the position of mentor.
As for Xie Jianhua, he is the deputy director, so he wouldn't dare to compete for the position.
Yes, Xie Jianhua has changed careers. The last time he was injured and went home, it wasn't to recuperate, but because he had already changed careers. However, he didn't tell anyone and just took the opportunity to handle a case.
"Let's go, Er Ya, there's a family in Wutong Lane who keeps losing clothes, let's go take a look." Hua Chang tucked a pen and paper into his breast pocket and called out to Zheng Nanle.
Zheng Nanle did not reject the nickname Er Ya. Er Ya had given her her body, and she wanted to keep Er Ya's traces. Although she introduced herself as Zheng Nanle, she used Er Ya as her nickname.
She mimicked Hua Chang's actions, discarding her pen and paper, and followed him expressionlessly.
This was half a month after she started working. The first week she focused on learning firearms, military boxing, laws, police regulations, etc. The second week she officially started working. She still had to learn the same things as in the first week, but she had to get up early and go to bed late to continue learning in her own time.
After officially starting his job, Zheng Nanle found that the daily routine of the police was quite boring.
She had thought it would involve catching spies, criminals, and solving cases by following clues, thus restoring order and justice to the world. But in reality, the work of the police is at the grassroots level, mediating neighborhood disputes, finding children for one family, and finding chickens for another. The kind of large-scale operation that involved cooperating with the security guards of a major factory to catch spies was a rare occurrence.
However, she quite liked this kind of life.
It has a strong sense of everyday life.
Wutong Lane is a bit far from the police station, and the station doesn't have enough bicycles, so the two of them took the bus there. Smelling the familiar stench of chicken and duck, and feeling the familiar crowds, Zheng Nanle's face scrunched up.
In this era, the mountains are beautiful, the water is plentiful, and the food is delicious, but the transportation is not very good.
I really miss her private car.
After getting off the car, Zheng Nanle took a deep breath of fresh air and felt as if she had finally come back to life. Hua Chang was overjoyed and comforted her, "It's okay, you'll get used to it."
Zheng Nanle said expressionlessly, "Brother Huachang, if you don't know how to comfort someone, then don't bother."
The victim who kept losing her clothes was a woman in her forties with short, neatly combed hair. Her Zhongshan suit and fingernails were also clean, indicating that she was usually quite particular about her appearance and had a refined, cultured air about her.
Her features weren't exactly stunning, but she was well-read and had a refined air, so even though she was getting on in years, she remained elegant and charming.
Upon seeing the person in question, Zheng Nanle's mind flashed with images of a lewd man stealing clothes and hiding them to do unspeakable lewd things. He immediately rubbed his hands together, ready to drag the man out and have the victim beat him up.
How can anyone be so disgusting?
"Oh, Nannan, we have guests?" An old woman came out of the house, her eyes meeting Hua Chang and Zheng Nanle's. She smiled kindly and asked, "Are they Nannan's classmates? Good, good, Nannan, treat your classmates well. I'll go cook and invite your classmates to stay for dinner."
As they were talking, he went to his own room, ignoring Huachang's repeated refusals.
Hua Chang looked at Comrade Zhao and asked hesitantly, "This?"
They are public officials; they can't take even a needle or thread from ordinary people.
Comrade Zhao rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk to my mom."
Zheng Nanle's mind raced, and a different guess came to mind.
She used her spiritual power to follow the grandmother, and sure enough, in a box in the grandmother's room, she saw several clothes that were similar in style to those worn by Comrade Zhao.
The items were folded neatly, and inside there were some spices wrapped in cloth, showing the care taken by the packer.
She withdrew her mental energy and asked Comrade Zhao, "Comrade Zhao, has your mother been having a bad memory lately? Is she forgetful?"
Comrade Zhao nodded, "Yes, my mother is getting old, and her memory is a bit poor."
“When you were in school, you shared a room with your mother. Your mother packed all your clothes, right? Even if you packed them properly, your mother would still repack them.”
"I see." Comrade Zhao understood somewhat. "I'll go check on my mother's room."
Watching Comrade Zhao walk away, Hua Chang looked at Zheng Nanle and asked, "You mean, Comrade Zhao's mother put away the clothes for him?"
Zheng Nanle nodded.
"How did you figure that out?"
Zheng Nanle sighed.
Of course, it's Grandma's "classmate" comment. She and Huachang are in their prime, clearly a generation younger than Comrade Zhao, so how could they be classmates?
She suspected that Comrade Zhao's mother might have Alzheimer's disease.
Her memory went back to the past, when Comrade Zhao was still a young and fresh student.
She tidied up the children's clothes as usual, putting them away carefully and neatly.
This is a mother's silent love for her daughter.
Although the case turned out to be a false alarm, Hua Chang and Zheng Nanle were in good spirits after it was solved; a false alarm was better than encountering a pervert.
After leaving Comrade Zhao's house, Hua Chang praised, "Er Ya, you are truly a promising candidate for public security."
Meticulous.
Zheng Nanle smiled; it was still something to be happy about being praised.
The two walked through the alley toward the main road. After taking only a few steps, an older woman rushed out, grabbed Zheng Nanle's wrist, and hurriedly said, "Is that a police officer? Hurry, hurry, my neighbor is going to kill my chickens. Please help me get my chickens back."
Zheng Nanle sensed that the other party had not practiced martial arts and was an ordinary person. He did not resist and did not say anything when he heard the other party's request.
Yes, that's one of her responsibilities.
Hua Chang quickly followed, and led by the old woman, the group rushed into a courtyard. In the courtyard, a plump middle-aged woman was holding a chicken, carrying a knife, and there was a bowl on the ground, preparing to cut the chicken's neck.
"Spare the chicken!" The old woman gasped and rushed over to Er Kang's hand.
The middle-aged woman saw the older woman and angrily said, "How many times do I have to tell you? This chicken was brought to me by my family, not yours. My daughter-in-law is waiting to drink chicken soup to help her produce milk, and all morning you've been stopping me from killing the chicken. Aren't you annoyed?"
The woman straightened her back and said, "This is a police officer. Whether it's from your family or mine, the police officer can make his own judgment."
She snatched the chicken from the middle-aged woman's hand and placed it in Zheng Nanle's arms.
Zheng Nanle, who suddenly found himself holding a dirty chicken, was left bewildered: "???"
asphyxia.
The chicken smelled terrible, and its feet and tail were covered in chicken droppings. She really wanted to throw it away.
But not.
She held her breath, pressed the chicken in her arms tightly, and began to investigate with a stern face, "What are the characteristics of this chicken?"
Upon seeing Hua Chang arrive, Zheng Nanle immediately stuffed the large hen into Hua Chang's arms.
She just wanted Huachang to feel involved; she didn't mean she disliked the chicken for being dirty or smelly.
The middle-aged woman, brandishing a knife, said menacingly, "You little brat, how naive! My family brought me this chicken, do you expect me to examine it closely? It's not like I raised it myself, how can anyone recognize which chicken it is?"
The woman stopped bending over. "I can recognize it right away. It's a chicken I raised. There's a spot under its wing where the feathers are sparse. If you lift the feathers, you can see a small bald patch. That's where my second grandson, being naughty, plucked it bald."
Hua Chang examined the chicken wings closely and confirmed it was true.
He showed the bald spot on the chicken to the middle-aged woman, then returned it to the older woman.
The older woman, holding her beloved chicken back in its new home, stared proudly at the middle-aged woman. "Now you're convinced, aren't you? This is my chicken. I told you I wouldn't mistake it."
The middle-aged woman, holding the knife, was at a loss. "But this was indeed given to me by my younger brother from my maternal family."
Zheng Nanle and Hua Chang then went to find the middle-aged woman's younger brother. The middle-aged woman's younger brother was timid. When he saw the police looking for him, he didn't need much interrogation and just rattled off the whole story.
It turned out that his mother had brought him a chicken, but he encountered some thugs who robbed him of the chicken. He was distressed and didn't know what to do when he came across a lone chicken in the alley. He followed the chicken for quite a while, but he didn't see anyone looking for the chicken or see the chicken go home. Overcome by greed, he grabbed the chicken and gave it to his sister.
Hua Chang and Zheng Nanle went to find the thugs again. As expected, the chicken had already ended up in their stomachs, and they forced the thugs to pay them money.
After solving the case, it was already 3 p.m., and having missed lunch, the two of them were starving, so they found a nearby state-run restaurant to eat.
Halfway through their meal, a farm worker who had come to inform the state-run restaurant that there wouldn't be enough meat the next day saw the two of them and quickly pulled them aside, asking them to help find a pig.
It turns out that several pigs escaped from their pens and went to the back of the mountain.
Zheng Nanle suddenly remembered her first day at the police station, when she heard the police say they were going to find a pig, and how bewildered she felt at that moment.
Now, is it her turn to find the pig?
Hua Chang quickly shoveled the remaining food into his mouth, asking as he did so, "Didn't we just lose a pig the week before last? How come another one has escaped? Haven't you learned your lesson? We police are very busy every day; we can't possibly be looking for pigs for you every week, can we?"
Zheng Nanle quickened his eating pace and nodded silently upon hearing this.
Yes, the police are very busy; they handle all the trivial matters of ordinary people.
"Oh, they didn't learn their lesson. Our factory manager specially built a high brick wall, but this morning an intern came to the farm. He got scared while slaughtering the pigs and let go of the pig, which then escaped. It broke through the wooden fence of a pigpen and led all the pigs in that pen away."
Hua Chang shoveled the remaining food into his mouth, looked at Zheng Nanle, and saw that Zheng Nanle had also put down his chopsticks and resignedly followed the staff member to the back of the farm to find pigs.
Six large pigs escaped from the pig farm. In addition to the police, migrant workers, farm staff, and enthusiastic members of the public came to look for the pigs.
Upon seeing his familiar colleagues, Zheng Nanle from Huachang exchanged a glance with one of them, a knowing look flashing in their eyes.
For example, if six big fat pigs are lost, how could the farm not go to the police?
I reckon those who weren't out on fieldwork have all come here.
Those colleagues felt sorry for Zheng Nanle and Hua Chang.
Even though they were out on field duty, they still couldn't escape catching pigs.
A large group of people, carrying sticks and ropes, with a few carrying homemade guns, rushed into the back mountain.
Zheng Nanle and his colleagues spontaneously banded together, found a direction, and separated from the others.
After they separated, Zheng Nanle immediately used his mental power to search for any clues.
She was tired and didn't want to spend the whole night running around in the mountains. It would be foolish not to use one's abilities, or to cheat or be lazy.
Even so, it was already past midnight when all six big fat pigs were found and tied up.
The back mountain is really big; even a big fat pig can run there.
After delivering the large, fat pig to the farm, Zheng Nanle was exhausted. Even with his special ability to nourish him, his legs felt like they weren't his own.
She sat on a stool to rest, pondering to herself, "Is becoming a police officer really necessary?"
However, when she ate the pig-slaughtering feast, she felt that she could still endure it a little longer.
The pig-slaughtering feast was hosted by the farm manager. He was quite generous; as soon as the fat pig was found, he slaughtered a large, fat pig to entertain everyone who helped that night.
Dozens of people gathered around the farm's canteen for a lively meal of pig slaughtering.
The pig-killing feast was delicious. The factory manager hired a master chef from a state-run restaurant to cook it. Even the simple pig's blood was incredibly tender, and the stewed pig's trotters were chewy, soft, and spicy to the bone. It was so delicious that you wanted to suck the bones clean.
Zheng Nanle doesn't eat pig intestines, but he accidentally picked up a piece from the big pot of stew and was completely won over by its texture and taste.
She didn't eat it before.
The pig intestines were cleaned very well, with no smell at all. They were very chewy and delicious. I don't know how the chef made them, but the sour and spicy flavors were just right. One bite made my appetite soar, and I couldn't stop eating them.
As Zheng Nanle ate, he thought that if he could have such delicious food to reward his appetite every time he was busy and tired, he might as well keep going.
Er Ya left too early. If she had left later, she could have enjoyed this delicious food with Er Ya.
When you're starving, the food tastes twice as good.
Despite enjoying the meal, it didn't stop Zheng Nanle from complaining to Lu Guangbai and playing the victim after the holiday.
"Guangbai, police work is too difficult, really too difficult."
Zheng Nanle hugged Lu Guangbai, tilting her little face up and crying pitifully. Of course, she didn't cry with any real feeling. Her clear eyes were completely dry, and all she could see was that she had been wronged and wanted something delicious.
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