Chapter 87 Xiaoyu: Spears Make a Filial Son
Fan Hu's interrogation was the second one.
When Lei Xiao coldly threw Meng Jianghao's latest confession in Fan Hu's face, Fan Hu's rage reached its peak.
"Meng Jianghao! You little bastard! You spineless coward!"
Fan Hu was furious that Meng Jianghao confessed everything so quickly. He was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He waved his hands and roared desperately, oblivious to the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead.
"I kindly helped him make money, and he betrayed me! If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have buried him and his old hag together! That way he wouldn't be here spouting nonsense!"
He cursed wildly, spittle flying everywhere.
"Kill a cop? I'll kill a cop!" His face contorted, a smug grin spreading across his face, as if he were showing off something. "That bitch deserved it! Dared to bite me? I'll make sure she dies a horrible death! I'll make sure she can't even be a ghost! Hahaha... That's satisfying!"
Lei Xiao watched his final, frenzied performance with a cold eye, as if he were looking at a pile of nauseating rotting flesh.
He calmly told Jiang Qi, who was in charge of taking the statement, "Record: The suspect, Fan Hu, confessed to the crimes of murdering anti-drug police officer Chen Yan, dismembering and disposing of her body, and showed no remorse. His attitude was extremely arrogant and vicious."
Lei Xiao walked out of the interrogation room and met up with Jiang Ling, Zheng Yu and others. Their eyes met, and their gazes were filled with a mixture of victory and heavy emotions.
At the cost of her life, Chen Yan shouted, "I am a police officer!" and left clues for the police.
Now, Fan Hu and Meng Jianghao have confessed to the crimes of murder and dismemberment.
The drug dealer Scarface was arrested and revealed a long list of names associated with him.
Jiang Ling silently thought to herself, "Chen Yan, I have fulfilled my mission."
The spirits of our heroes will live on forever; we must continue to move forward.
The case was finally closed, and Ying Songmao, with Scarface on his back, embarked on his journey back to the city.
There are no tears at parting, only blessings.
The entire task force saw Ying Songmao off as he left.
Ying Songmao gave Jiang Ling a deep look: "I will write to you." Although he was stopped as soon as he opened his mouth to confess his feelings, Ying Songmao did not want to lose contact with Jiang Ling.
Li Zhenliang joked, "With Captain Ying so busy every day, how could he have time to write letters?"
Ying Songmao answered very seriously: "I have time."
As a fellow man, Luo Yunchen saw the affection hidden in Ying Songmao's eyes, snorted inwardly, and said irritably, "My junior sister is also very busy, she doesn't have time to reply."
"It's alright, I'll come back when I have time." Ying Songmao didn't mind Luo Yunchen's attitude and took the initiative to extend his hand to him: "Team Leader Luo, please consider my suggestion and help Yuezhou train one or two criminal investigation sketch artists."
When it came to business, Luo Yunchen regained his seriousness and solemnly shook hands with Ying Songmao: "Okay, you bring the person over, I'll take care of them."
On this point, Luo Yunchen and his mentor Lin Weidong were in complete agreement. The public security system desperately needed criminal sketch artists; the more they trained, the more cases they could solve and the more criminals they could apprehend.
Ying Songmao thanked Luo Yunchen and waved goodbye to everyone.
Once inside the car, it started moving.
Through the car window, Ying Songmao watched the familiar office building recede into the distance, and the figure that stirred his heart and made him worry about him was slowly getting further away.
Although it was a brief gathering, Ying Songmao confirmed his feelings.
He knew that Jiang Ling would go far and reach great heights in the future, and he wanted to be a teammate who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her, a solid support and encouragement for her.
He will work hard for it.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ling was discussing with Li Zhenliang and the others when to return to the Jinwu Road Police Station to visit her old colleagues.
Four people were transferred away at once. I wonder how the work is going with Lao Wei and his team, whether the two newly assigned police academy students can take over smoothly, and whether the two transferred police officers can adapt to the new environment.
Also, everyone really misses Chef Hu's cafeteria food.
After finishing the alleyway murder case, Captain Lei gave everyone two days off, so they could take this opportunity to go back home.
Without hesitation, Liu Haoran immediately called Lao Wei.
As soon as Lao Wei heard they were coming back, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs toward the canteen in the backyard: "Lao Hu, Lao Hu, cook for four more people tonight, add extra spice, extra chili!"
Liu Haoran grinned from ear to ear, hung up the phone and looked at everyone: "You know what, old colleagues are great, such great teamwork!"
Luo Yunchen wanted to go along, but Li Zhenliang objected: "You can't eat spicy food, it would be a waste for you to go, and you'd have to squeeze into the back seat. No, no, no, just let the four of us in our group have some time alone, okay?"
Since being transferred to the Municipal Bureau, Luo Yunchen has been like a sticky bug, always wandering into the psychological profiling office whenever he has a spare moment. This time, I finally have a legitimate reason to get rid of him, so of course I can't bring him along again.
Luo Yunchen felt somewhat frustrated.
Su Xinwan and Zhuang Jianbai looked at each other and smiled.
Noticing their snickers, Luo Yunchen put on a stern face: "Today I'm going to give you a lesson. Prepare paper, pens, and sketchbooks. Listen carefully. Each of you will complete 15 portraits today!"
He thought Su Xinwan and Zhuang Jianbai would wail like he always had, but to his surprise, the two were full of enthusiasm for learning. The more homework they had, the more excited they became, their eyes sparkling and their voices loud: "Yes! We guarantee to complete the task."
Zhuang Jianbai asked with great interest, "Team leader, shall we begin the lesson now?"
Su Xinwan replied crisply, "Team leader, I'll get ready right away."
Luo Yunchen sighed and nodded resignedly, "Alright, let's begin. Today I'll teach you how to identify facial features..."
He had a hard life. When he was an apprentice, he encountered a master who was a master of riddles; when he was a master, he encountered two apprentices who were masters of riddles. Alas!
The canteen of Jinwu Road Police Station was filled with a lively and joyful atmosphere.
The green paint on the wainscoting was a bit patchy, and the ceiling fan overhead hummed, working hard to dispel the summer heat. The long table and benches were shiny, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of stewed vegetables and the rising steam from the rice.
Jiang Ling sat among a group of former colleagues, her slightly aloof features softening amidst the familiar noise.
"Xiao Jiang, have a taste! Master Hu heard you were coming back and specially made braised pork, it's cooked to perfection! Come on, Liangzi, Dawei, Haoran, you guys have some too." Wei Changfeng, the team leader of the case team, was so excited to see his four former subordinates return together that he was practically glowing with excitement, and he greeted them warmly.
Li Zhenliang stuffed a glistening, fragrant, and trembling piece of pork belly into his mouth, while Liu Haoran was given a spoonful of stir-fried pork with green peppers by his colleague next to him. Zhou Wei was so spicy from today's stir-fried chicken that he grimaced and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water.
Several people praised the taste of the cafeteria food.
"Wow...that's really good. Chef Hu's cooking is truly authentic."
"Yeah, the food at the Municipal Bureau is too bland, it's tasteless!"
"After being away for so long, I dream about Chef Hu's stir-fried pork with chili peppers and stir-fried chicken with white chili peppers..."
Jiang Ling didn't offer any opinion, but she ate quickly, her eyes crinkling with joy. Indeed, delicious food can lift one's spirits.
"Xiao Jiang, since you're not here, no one from our station will be there to present the banner of appreciation," a community police officer joked, drawing a burst of good-natured laughter.
Jiang Ling smiled slightly, revealing a rare hint of warmth.
Her first stop after her rebirth was the Jinwu Road Police Station, a warm community that gave her acceptance, respect, and trust. Sitting in this simple yet welcoming place, listening to her former colleagues who had cared for her like family joke around, and eating Chef Hu's heartfelt and flavorful home-cooked meals, she, a former orphan, felt an invaluable sense of belonging.
A commotion erupted from the police station. Jiang Ling, with her sharp ears, caught a familiar voice. She quickly finished her food, put down her chopsticks, and left the cafeteria.
Seeing Jiang Ling get up, Li Zhenliang and the other two quickly picked up their bowls and followed her.
The backyard wasn't large; you could hear the sounds coming from the police station as soon as you stepped out of the cafeteria.
On-duty police officer: "Don't worry, let us make a note first."
The person who called the police said, "Officers, please hurry! My neighbor, Zhang Minghui, is beating my child again."
The officer on duty today was Li Qiuyun, a police academy student newly assigned to the police station. She spoke slowly and deliberately: "Oh, Zhang Minghui, did you beat up your own child? How old is the child?"
The voice of the person who called the police sounded increasingly familiar: "Yes, it's his biological son, seven years old this year. Zhang Minghui beats the child to death, the thuds are so loud, it makes my heart jump out of my chest!"
Li Qiuyun remained unhurried: "What is your address? Which organization does this Zhang Minghui you mentioned belong to?"
The person who called the police was so anxious they almost cried: "I heard my child crying and I couldn't even cry anymore. I'm afraid something bad has happened. Please, don't register this, go and check on them quickly!"
Li Qiuyun remained unmoved: "We have to follow the procedures. Please wait a moment. I'll fill out this alarm record form and then send someone to take a look with you."
Jiang Ling walked quickly and entered the police station through the back door.
The person who called the police stood in front of the service counter. She was in her forties, slender, and had delicate features. She wore a faded, old-fashioned dyeing factory uniform with a slightly loose collar. Her hair was simply pulled back, with a few stray strands stuck to her forehead by sweat. She was pale, her lips were trembling, and her eyes were filled with tears.
—It really was an acquaintance, Wen Xiufen, Lin Xiaoyue's mother, an employee of the printing and dyeing factory. Last year, Jiang Ling had dealt with her because of a stolen bicycle bell, helping her get rid of Qian Jianshe's control and getting her and her daughter's lives back on track.
Li Qiuyun wasn't familiar with Jiang Ling, but she had heard her story. As soon as she saw Jiang Ling come in through the back door, she immediately stood up and respectfully greeted her, "Teacher Jiang!"
Wen Xiufen's gaze was fixed on Jiang Ling.
"Officer Jiang?" Wen Xiufen's eyes lit up, and she rushed forward as if she had seen a relative, grabbing Jiang Ling's arm.
Jiang Ling was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. When Wen Xiufen grabbed her forearm, her skin made contact, and Jiang Ling's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Her experience growing up in an orphanage instilled in her an instinctive defensiveness and discomfort towards sudden physical contact. Even after being reborn and finding her biological parents, this deep-seated sense of alienation was only slightly alleviated, not completely eliminated.
Seeing the anxious plea for help in Wen Xiufen's eyes, Jiang Ling forcibly suppressed the momentary stiffness, did not flinch, but gently withdrew her arm and said softly, "Sister Xiufen, what's wrong?"
“Officer Jiang, it really is you! You’re back? That’s wonderful. You have a kind heart, please go and help Xiaoyu.” Wen Xiufen’s voice was choked with tears, and she spoke rapidly. “It’s in the dormitory building at our dyeing factory, the one you’ve been to before, remember? I live on the third floor, and Zhang Minghui lives upstairs from me. He’s beating Xiaoyu again.”
Li Qiuyun muttered, "Dad hits the child and we've called the police before. What can we do? We can only try to discipline him."
Jiang Ling glanced at Li Qiuyun.
For some reason, even though Jiang Ling wasn't much older than her, Li Qiuyun felt a little guilty when she met Jiang Ling's clear, cold eyes, and quickly shut her mouth.
Wen Xiufen was anxious and hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, this time it's really different. The commotion was like they were going to kill someone. Xiaoyu, last time I saw a big bruise on his arm. His dad said it was from a fall, but judging from the shape, it was clearly pinched or twisted. Who beats their child like that? Like they're dealing with an enemy!"
Wen Xiufen was a victim of domestic violence by her deceased husband. Seeing the injuries on her children triggers painful memories, making her extra attentive and sensitive to these experiences.
Li Zhenliang was a father who somewhat spoiled his child. Upon hearing that someone was hitting his child, he immediately glared angrily: "This is outrageous! Children should be properly educated. Disciplining a child means at most a few spanks. How can you hit them so hard?"
Liu Haoran frowned and turned to Wei Changfeng, who had followed him, asking, "Old Wei, Sister Wen said she called the police and you gave her a warning, so why are you still continuing?"
Wei Changfeng sighed: "Xiaoyu's mother has passed away, and he only has Zhang Minghui as a relative. What can we do? Are we going to arrest him? Xiaoyu is only seven years old, and there is no one to take care of him. We can only give him a reprimand."
Li Qiuyun found the previous police report and explained carefully: "We went to check. Zhang Minghui was sincere and said that he was just disciplining the child who was being disobedient. He said that the injury on his arm was from the child bumping into something while playing, and the child also admitted that it was an accident. We saw that there was no other obvious evidence of abuse at the scene, and we initially judged that it was an inappropriate way of disciplining the family. It should be a misunderstanding by the neighbors. We gave Zhang Minghui a verbal warning and educated him, and did not file a case."
Jiang Ling did not receive any police report.
Li Qiuyun spoke clearly and presented the case logically, which Jiang Ling understood immediately. She nodded and looked at Wei Changfeng: "When we were disciplining Qian Darong, didn't our station implement a 'home-school-community' linkage mechanism? We can use that in this case too."
Wei Changfeng remained silent.
To be honest, the 'home-school-community' linkage mechanism that Jiang Ling formulated at the time was excellent, but it was too mentally taxing.
Jiang Ling's team is highly responsible, hardworking, and selfless. They visited schools, conducted home visits, and communicated repeatedly with community cadres, which led to the existence of this "home-school-community" linkage mechanism.
—Comprehensive social surveillance can effectively prevent crime by addressing troublesome teenagers and domestic abusers who refuse to change their ways despite repeated criticism and education.
However, this linkage mechanism was never activated after they left.
Newly assigned police academy graduates are still a bit green and need time to get familiar with the area. They don't even know all the community cadres, so how can they coordinate with each other?
Take Zhang Minghui's case as an example. The problem of a father beating his child is not serious. How should the police at the police station handle it?
Chinese education has always emphasized that "spare the rod and spoil the child."
And so... there was the scene where Wen Xiufen was frantically calling the police, while Li Qiuyun calmly filled out the police report form.
Jiang Ling noticed Wei Changfeng's predicament and didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she said to Wen Xiufen, "Let's go! We'll go with you to take a look."
In the police station's lobby, seeing Jiang Ling and the others leave in a hurry, Li Qiuyun and Wu Jianbin, a police academy student who had just been assigned this year, exchanged a glance and stood there somewhat helplessly.
—When Wen Xiufen went to the police station to report the crime, Li Qiuyun answered the call. According to procedure, Li Qiuyun should have filled out the report form, reported to team leader Wei Changfeng, and then decided who to dispatch. But Jiang Ling beat her to it, taking the caller off without a word. What are they supposed to do?
Seeing the two newcomers' dazed expressions, Wei Changfeng stamped his foot and said, "What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and catch up!"
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