Chapter 745 Meeting an Acquaintance in a Foreign Land

At this time, a policeman in a neat uniform came over with two auxiliary policemen, accompanied by several hotel staff members.

"Who called the police here?"

"Hello, officer, I called the police."

The policeman nodded, pointed to the room with the door open, and stood outside the room to observe: "Is there a body in here?"

Chen Shu nodded: "Yes, the body is in the cabinet opposite the toilet. It has no breathing and heartbeat, and the surface temperature of the body is slightly lower than that of ordinary people. It should have been dead for a long time, estimated to be four or five hours. By the way, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room before."

The policeman did not notice Chen Shu's accent that deliberately emphasized the "smell of alcohol". Instead, he turned around and looked at Chen Shu standing at the door several times, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and handed him one: "Brother, what do you do?"

"Famous detective, Conan Shu!" A hand stretched out from behind Chen Shu, and the boss took the cigarette handed by the police without hesitation.

The visitor was naturally Chen Chuan, who would go wherever there was a commotion.

"Ah? Detective?" The policeman, who still looked a little young, was frightened by Chen Chuan and even wrinkled his eyelids. "This is the first time I have seen one. Can you solve the case?"

In China, the profession of detective is extremely rare. The most important reason is that in court, the judicial authorities do not recognize the evidence provided by private investigators. Even if it is genuine, it will not be effective in the end because the right of investigation belongs to the state.

And it is easy for private detectives to get in, mainly because of the disclosure of citizens' privacy. But it does not mean that there are no private detectives. A very small number of them will conduct business under the name of consulting companies, but for this kind of business, they will subconsciously avoid contact with law enforcement agencies.

Because it is rare, the price of this kind of service is extremely high. The business scope mainly covers the fields of marriage such as extramarital affair investigation and mistress persuasion, and a small part will be commercial espionage. If you encounter poor-quality practitioners, there is a high probability that there will be no bottom line for double-sided fraud and blackmail.

For example, first blackmail the client. If the client does not pay, the blackmailer will threaten the husband in the name of "telling the husband about the wife's investigation of the husband."

Then they use the evidence to blackmail the husband, such as "your wife is investigating you, how much money do you give me, I won't give you this evidence" and so on.

There are many forms and variations, and it is dazzling. There are too many wiggles for such private and under-the-table things.

And ordinary people, who want to get the extremely private things they want by paying hundreds or thousands of dollars, will basically end up being deceived.

Strange, how can a person who is already a master of two clubs still be fooled by Chen Chuan. In China, detectives cannot touch criminal cases. Chen Shu handed the young policeman a cigarette: "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense. We are Dongzhou police, and we are here for tourism this time."

"Oh, we are one of us!"

The young policeman who encountered a dead person for the first time relaxed his brows and felt a lot of pressure relieved: "Since the nickname contains 'Conan', you must be criminal investigators."

Before Chen Shu spoke, Chen Chuan, who took a few puffs of cigarettes, boasted: "That's a must. The leader of the five criminal investigators in Dongzhou is our brother Shu."

When you go out, you have to give yourself the place and face, and your identity is naturally reported by yourself.

But the effect is quite good, at least the young policeman who just came here immediately had his eyes shining, as if he saw a treasure.

Several people were standing at the door of the crime scene and chatting. The local police who came over did not show any signs of taking action. They just arranged two auxiliary police officers to be on guard, and then took out their mobile phones from time to time and walked to the corner to talk, as if waiting for subsequent reinforcements.

Chen Shu was puzzled. Seeing that this policeman with one bar and two stars on his shoulders should have several years of working experience, and he should be very enthusiastic about his work at a young age, why did he seem to be trying to shirk his duties?

However, after all, he was in someone else's territory, so Chen Shu was tactful and did not ask. If it weren't for Jiang Hai's strong curiosity, he would not have had any interest in staying at the scene. He just waited for the other party to finish the phone call, and then took Chen Chuan and Jiang Hai away.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu was stunned for a moment. Standing at the murder scene, he had never become so indifferent.

Is it numbness, or old age?

At this time, Zhu Yiba, who stayed in the room to rest because of a hangover, rushed over after hearing the news.

"Yellow hair?" Zhu Yiba, who was walking quickly, slowly stopped at a distance and his eyes fell on the door of the room where the murder occurred.

There, a young policeman from Kunming was holding a bottle of Nongfu Spring mineral water and talking to Chen Shu and others with great interest.

As if sensing something, the young policeman called Huangmao first casually glanced at the end of the corridor where Zhu Yiba was running, and then he could no longer move his eyes.

"Sit in rows?" Huangmao's eyes lit up, and he wiped his eyes fiercely in disbelief. When he looked again, wasn't that the old platoon leader he had been thinking about?

Zhu Yiba stood still, and even had the tendency to turn around, but his eyes that had been glued to Huangmao betrayed him.

Huangmao trotted over and stood in front of Zhu Yiba.

"Sit in rows!" Huangmao's eyes flashed with tears, and he just stared at Zhu Yiba, "Sit in rows, and Fatty, he...they all..."

"Don't say it."

The next second, the two hugged each other tightly.

This chance encounter allowed the two former border guards to rekindle the flame in their hearts, even though the color of the flame this time was heartbreaking, a deep red that represented blood.

Things are unpredictable. Zhu Yiba, who originally had the idea of ​​​​flying away, traveled far away from Yun Province in southwest China to Donghai Province in the east through his father's relationship. What he landed in was Dongzhou, which he had never been before.

Although no one said it, everyone in the brigade knew that Zhu Yiba wanted to escape this sad place where many comrades had died.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yiba, who had originally made up his mind to flee Yun Province, returned to Kunming by fate because he was accompanying his missing colleague on vacation.

In an extremely unexpected situation, I met a subordinate of the border police who I thought I would never see again.

Chen Chuan, who was standing on the side, walked over without realizing it. He held Huang Mao's right hand happily and joked excitedly: "Brother, we are our own people! Our own people, haha, don't shoot!"

Chen Chuan took over his role very quickly, talking about being brothers to Huang Mao, and he was probably going to leave soon after patting his butt, because he was familiar with this job.

And Chen Shu can really help him with this matter.

With a thud and a kick flying over, Chen Shu adjusted his appearance slightly and pretended to be disgusted: "Today's young people really have never seen the world. They get scared and scream at everything they see!"