I am a super cop

Chapter 1193 The Power of One Person

He Junchao was completely dumbfounded by what the middle-aged man said.

To say that I have met quite a few people in my daily life, but this is the first time I have met such a guy who speaks poetry.

But those who drink, fight and make trouble on weekdays don't have a fierce look on their faces. After all, it's not unreasonable for each other to arise from the heart.

But this middle-aged man, with a gentle appearance, taught everyone to bring Tang poetry and Song poetry, and he felt like a cultural person.

But it is often this kind of educated people who don't swear by dirty words.

He Junchao felt that he couldn't win against him, mainly because he didn't know the meaning of the Tang poetry and Song Ci that this guy uttered.

This is equivalent to someone scolding you in a foreign dialect, and you don't know what it means when you come back, and you will feel aggrieved when you think about it.

Therefore, He Junchao wanted to know at this moment, who is this guy who speaks poetry?

However, the middle-aged man glanced at him, squinted his eyes and said, "Young man, I suggest you read more poems."

"In this poem, there are plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, wind, flowers, snow and moon, mountains, seas and clouds."

"The stories in the Book of Songs, you can also listen to the singing of the ancestors, and feel the eternity of love."

"And in this world of Chu Ci, you can feel the survival trajectory of the characters behind it, and the details of the Warring States Period."

"The so-called walking into the vanilla beauty, reminiscing about the lonely shadow on the river, you have to read it all your life, so that you will not leave any regrets."

"Hmm, so what on earth do you do?" He Junchao asked again.

However, at this time, the middle-aged man suddenly snored.

"Asleep?" Lu Weiwei looked at the soundly sleeping middle-aged man, and was completely stunned: "This...he was reciting poems just now, and now he just fell asleep right now?"

"It seems that this guy is going to spend the night in the office today." Gu Chen saw that the man had already fallen asleep, so he took off the cotton coat hanging on his chair and covered him with it.

Turning to ask Ding Liang: "What is his identity, haven't you investigated clearly?"

"No, he didn't say anything." Ding Liang shrugged, feeling that dealing with drunkards was really too difficult.

"Then, isn't there anything on him that can prove his identity? Like an ID card or something." Gu Chen asked again.

Ding Liang frowned, walked directly to the middle-aged man, and began to search the middle-aged man's pockets.

But this investigation doesn't matter, this man doesn't even have a mobile phone, only a few tens of yuan in change.

"Oh my god." Ding Liang couldn't help complaining with his head buzzing, "What kind of weirdo is this? You don't even have a mobile phone, and with only a few dozen dollars on you, you probably can't even afford the restaurant owner's meal."

"That's right, these tens of dollars are not enough for him to pay for that grilled fish." Huang Zunlong couldn't help complaining as he looked at the dozens of dollars in change that Ding Liang found.

Gu Chen frowned, and hurriedly asked the two of them, "So when you brought him back, he hadn't paid for the meal yet?"

Ding Liang nodded silently: "At that time, he got into a fight with the next table, the boss called the police, and we went over."

"But after verification, it was discovered that he did it first, because one of the customers was injured by him hitting a beer bottle, so after we registered, we asked them to be sent to the hospital first."

"And this guy was drunk, the boss didn't ask him for money for the meal, but simply left our phone number, saying that we would talk about it after the guy sobered up, so we brought it back first."

"This guy, couldn't he deliberately beat people up and make trouble because he didn't have money to pay for the meal?" Lu Weiwei suddenly had a whim, and felt that the poet was getting more and more interesting.

You know, this guy didn't even bring his mobile phone when he went out, and he went to restaurants with dozens of dollars on him.

The key point is that the tens of dollars obviously can't pay for the meal, right?

Not to mention not bringing a mobile phone.

Lu Weiwei had heard of eating Overlord's Meal, but eating Overlord's Meal by beating customers was a bit confusing.

At least it was the first time Lu Weiwei met her.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was already sound asleep, everyone didn't know whether this guy was pretending to be drunk or really drunk.

But it seems impossible to investigate his identity now.

Ding Liang immediately suggested: "Let him sleep until tomorrow, and we can see tomorrow."

"Alright." Gu Chen looked down at the time and said, "We're going to be on duty later, how about you?"

"It's the same for us." Huang Zunlong nodded silently, and said involuntarily: "We will be on duty near the old street in the East District later. There are many entertainment places in that place, and it is very disturbing to be quiet after midnight every day."

"Then let's go together, we're going to inspect a few streets." Gu Chen said.

Everyone chatted briefly in the office. Gu Chen, Lu Weiwei, and He Junchao put on their respective equipment and drove out of the branch office.

On a cold day, there were not many people on the street.

But many restaurants in the downtown area are still overcrowded.

These days, customers like to gather their heads together.

Often some Internet celebrity shops have the love and patience of many customers.

As for ordinary shops, the business is not very good, but they can still make some small money.

In the words of these small shop owners themselves, if they go to work in a factory, their wages may be higher, but to open their own shop, the most important thing is freedom.

Many people have been in business for many years and have long been accustomed to a free life. Most of them are mom-and-pop stores, and many are franchise stores.

Gu Chen led everyone to patrol the streets until 10:30 in the evening, and then came to a restaurant on the street, ready to eat a bowl of noodles to warm up.

"Miss Boss, three bowls of beef noodles." Lu Weiwei said as soon as she came in.

The reason why everyone chose this restaurant was because the "Poetry Immortal" got into a fight and made trouble, and it happened in this restaurant.

Seeing the three policemen steaming and rubbing their hands, the proprietress hurriedly said: "Comrade policemen, sit here, it's warm here, I'll make noodles for you right away."

"Okay." He Junchao hooked the wooden stool to his feet with a Jio hook, and then sat down casually, looking at the customers around him.

At this moment, although it is already 10:30 in the evening, there are still many customers dining.

The entire lobby on the first floor has an occupancy rate of about 50%.

The reason why Lu Weiwei chooses to eat noodles is also because the noodles are fast and save time.

Sure enough, not long after, three bowls of enough beef noodles were brought to the table by the proprietress: "Use it slowly."

"Thank you." Gu Chen thanked him, and saw that there were still broken wine bottles in the trash can nearby.

Gu Chen hurriedly called the proprietress to stop: "By the way, proprietress, someone is making trouble in your store tonight, right?"

"That's right." I was already walking towards the cashier, but when Gu Chen mentioned it suddenly, the proprietress turned around and came directly in front of Gu Chen.

"The police have already come to deal with it, and those who caused trouble have also been taken away." The proprietress said.

"The troublemaker is still locked in our office." He Junchao sipped the noodle soup and said involuntarily, "That guy is really hard to deal with."

"Oh, so it was your colleagues who took it away?" Hearing He Junchao's remarks, the proprietress immediately felt that the relationship had been brought closer, and she also sighed:

"We little people, when we open a shop and do business, we are most afraid of encountering those who are drunk and making trouble. Today's incident caused a mess in the restaurant, and that person hasn't paid for his meal yet."

"How much did the guy who was taken away not pay for his meal?" Lu Weiwei asked her curiously, sucking on the noodles.

The proprietress scratched the back of her head, thought for a while, and then said: "It seems that there are not many, just one hundred and seventy-eight."

"Haha, then he must not be able to pay for the meal." He Junchao immediately gloated after hearing this.

The proprietress didn't understand, so she hurriedly asked He Junchao, "Comrade policeman, what do you say?"

After taking a sip of noodle soup, He Junchao pursed his lips and explained, "The guy's identity is unknown. When he fell asleep, we wanted to contact his family, so we checked his pocket."

"It turned out that he didn't even have a mobile phone except for a few dozen dollars in change in his pocket. Dozens of dollars can't pay for his dinner at all, can it?"

"That's right." Hearing what He Junchao said, the proprietress felt a little unlucky and said: "This guy, when I came to the restaurant, I thought he was waiting for someone, but he ordered the grilled fish by himself and ate it with great relish."

"Later, the table next to him was reciting poems and discussing literature, and he made a few remarks from time to time, which made the group of people at the next table very unhappy."

"So what happened at that time, can you tell us more?" Gu Chen had nothing to do, and wanted to know more about the "poem fairy" in the office.

The proprietress nodded silently, then brought a small wooden stool and sat directly at Gu Chen's table.

"That person, it feels strange to be alone, order a good meal, and eat so quietly, and then quarrel with the neighboring table, which is very fierce."

"At that time, I felt that the two groups seemed to know each other a little bit, but they didn't know each other a little bit."

"But after I went to the back kitchen to urge the dishes, I suddenly heard a commotion in the living room, and I ran over to have a look, and this group of people immediately started fighting."

"Who made the move first?" He Junchao asked.

The proprietress replied: "According to the monitoring, it was the person who was taken away who made the first move. He picked up a beer bottle on the table and smashed it on the forehead of the customer at the next table."

"Then, the two groups started to fight, but it seemed that the group of customers at the next table couldn't beat him even if there were too many people, and several people were knocked out."

"In the end, I really had no choice but to call the police for help."

"Then, I tried my best to hold back these two groups of people, and finally waited until the police arrived."

"Those injured, after registration, your colleagues allowed them to go to the hospital for treatment first, and then report back to the police station."

"And the customer who beat their table was taken away by your colleagues."

"Hehe, I can't see it. That gentle guy can still pick up a lot in a fight? Are those people all idiots?"

He Junchao was also surprised when he heard the proprietress' speech.

You know, in martial arts novels, many masters have ordinary looks, or in other words, their looks are not directly proportional to their strength.

When He Junchao saw the middle-aged man for the first time, he felt that this guy was gentle, like a teacher.

But this guy who looks like a teacher and speaks poetry, turned over a group of people at the next table with his own strength.

With such explosive power, He Junchao began to imagine the scene at that time.

"I understand." Gu Chen nodded silently, and said with a smile: "It seems that we have to wait until tomorrow, after this guy sobers up, and then ask him his real identity."

Lu Weiwei immediately answered the conversation: "It's not difficult, let He Junchao track the movement of that 'Shixian' technically, won't he be able to find his family?"

"I don't want to take a break?" He Junchao quit on the spot after hearing Lu Weiwei's remark: "I want technical tracking, and it will be tomorrow morning, oh no, it will be tomorrow afternoon. I will be on the night shift tonight, and I will have half a day off tomorrow morning."

"I'm going to go home tomorrow." Gu Chen pondered for a while, and then said: "It's not too late for me to go home after I verify the man's real identity tomorrow morning."

"Damn, he's a badass, he really picks the time to make trouble." Lu Weiwei felt angry when she thought of that weird poet.

So after everyone finished eating the noodles, they returned to the Furong Branch.

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In the early morning of the next day, when Gu Chen, Lu Weiwei, and He Junchao gradually woke up from the folding bed in the office, the "poetry fairy" who was drunk last night continued to sleep soundly there.

He Junchao, with a dull hair on his head, couldn't help complaining: "I wonder how long this guy is going to pretend? I don't believe he hasn't woken up."

"People who are drunk may sleep longer." Lu Weiwei, who has experienced drunkenness, said.

He Junchao was speechless, and complained a little: "Ding Liang and Huang Zunlong are really serious. To save trouble, they even stuffed this guy into the offices of our third group. I don't see these two people taking this guy away."

Gu Chen looked down at his watch, it was already 7:15 in the morning.

Thinking that it was still early to go home, Gu Chen simply smiled and said, "Why don't I go buy breakfast, and we'll wait for Ding Liang and Huang Zunlong."

"Let me go." He Junchao stood up, twisted his muscles, and walked out of the office with a yawn.

And other colleagues who came to work also began to enter the office one after another.

Seeing this drunken "Poetry Immortal", many people were curious to ask one more question.

After listening to Lu Weiwei's explanation, Police Officer Wang burst out laughing and said, "Just this guy? Last night, he overthrew a table of people by himself?"

"Well, is that still fake?" Lu Weiwei said with a confident face.

Police Officer Wang immediately cast admiring glances: "Yes, this guy looks gentle, but he can fight so well? Can't he make fun of He Junchao? Haha, this guy is interesting."

"Yawn, Lao Wang, are you talking ill of me behind my back again?" He Junchao, who walked into the office with breakfast in hand, yawned as soon as he entered the door.

Police officer Wang smiled teasingly: "I heard that you were teased by this poet last night?"

"Isn't this guy who knows how to order poems and songs? What's so arrogant about it? He also said to read more poems and songs, and the girl came. Isn't that nonsense?"

After putting Lu Weiwei and Gu Chen's breakfast on their respective seats, He Junchao couldn't help complaining.

Officer Wang chuckled: "Don't say it, what he said is not completely unreasonable. If you have his literary talents and can write poems, wouldn't you be very attractive in front of your divorced female classmate?"

"Old Wang, can you stop talking about that divorced female classmate? Let's turn the story over, please?" He Junchao felt that Comrade Wang was purely disgusting.

Seeing the embarrassing atmosphere, Officer Ding quickly changed the subject and said, "I said He Junchao, you eat so much for breakfast, why don't you lose weight?"

"No weight loss, I'm showing off." He Junchao also waved his hand, and said indifferently: "I don't want to lose weight. I lost 4 catties after working so hard for a month. I just got back from drinking a few days ago."

"What's wrong? A person can live to be 100 years old, can I afford it or drink it?"

Glancing at the people in the office, He Junchao said again: "Why am I so fat? If I am fat, no one cares about me? If I don't lose weight, I won't lose weight."

"Haha, don't want Jiang Zi." Seeing that He Junchao was a bit self-defeating, Lu Weiwei also hurriedly said jokingly.

At this moment, seeing that "Poetry Immortal" hadn't woken up yet, Gu Chen didn't bother him, wiped his desk, turned around and asked Ji Zhe, "Ji Zhe, is the dossier I asked you to revise yesterday ready?"

"It's already done." Ji Zhe looked up and said.

"Show me." Gu Chen stretched out his hand.

Ji Zhe immediately picked up the file from the table and ran to Gu Chen's side.

Gu Chen casually flipped through it a few times, nodded silently, and said with a smile, "This time it's much better than last time, and it's a bit of an inside smell."

"That's not because of Senior Brother Gu's help and guidance, thanks to Senior Brother Gu." Seeing Gu Chen's satisfied smile, Ji Zhe immediately felt that he should have passed the test.

But Gu Chen explained: "Actually, the work of sorting out the files is not difficult, nor is it easy."

"I think back then, the dossier I sorted out was the same as the one you gave me before. Even Director Zhao said that my dossier is full of technical taste, and it always seems to be lacking in something, so I still need to polish it. .”

"Afterwards, Director Zhao asked me to learn more from Senior Brother Wang, so I was also guided by Senior Brother Wang to gradually understand how to organize files well."

Glancing at Police Officer Wang in front of him, Gu Chen said again: "If you want to thank me, you might as well thank Senior Brother Wang."

"No, no, you are all seniors, and I have to thank you." Ji Zhe was still quite modest.

But at least from Gu Chen's point of view, this guy is pretty smart.

He can complete the modification in one step today for the problem he circled yesterday.

It can be seen that Ji Zhe still has a certain talent in this regard.

Officer Wang smiled and reminded Ji Zhe, "So Ji Zhe, work hard in our criminal investigation team, it is definitely better than you in the city bureau."

"Listen to senior brother, I will work hard." Seeing that everyone was encouraging him, Ji Zhe immediately rekindled his confidence.

After all, being able to follow Gu Chen, his ability improvement is obvious to all.

Just as everyone was teasing each other, there was a burst of getting up in their ears.

The middle-aged man, who had been handcuffed all night, pushed away his coat and stretched his waist beautifully.

But when he turned his head and saw that everyone in the three groups of offices was staring at him with strange eyes.

The middle-aged man suddenly looked shocked and curious: "Excuse me, where is this?"

"Jiangnan Furong Sub-bureau, Office of Criminal Investigation Group Three." Officer Wang responded.

The middle-aged man frowned: "Police station? When did I come to this kind of place?"

Lifting his right hand, seeing himself handcuffed by the window, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "What... what's going on?"

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