I am a super cop

Chapter 7 100 yuan, the police don't even want to deal with it

"Junior Brother Gu Chen, that's what you want, I'll take you there." Lu Weiwei was very happy to be able to go to the police with the school girl.

Logically speaking, female policemen enjoy certain benefits in the police force without having to go out to work, but it is Gu Chen who is willing to go to the police, so that is another matter.

"Wait for me." Gu Chen walked to the corner, put the standard police equipment on the hook, commonly known as the "Nine Small Pieces" around his waist, and then pulled a diagonal strap to his shoulders for Hang the "Nine Small Pieces" hanging from the waist.

In fact, this is the basic configuration of police equipment. It is mainly composed of handcuffs, batons, walkie-talkies, first aid kits, bright flashlights, police water bottles, standard knives, pistols and tear gas injectors. It has a certain weight.

But in this set of equipment, there is no police pistol. Gu Chen hangs a law enforcement recorder on the table on the shoulder strap.

Several old comrades couldn't help snickering after seeing Gu Chen's operation.

In fact, this is the standard equipment for going out to the police, but to deal with such small incidents, ordinary policemen go out directly with a law enforcement recorder, and there is no need to be so troublesome at all.

However, all of Gu Chen's operations are carried out according to the basic standards, without any compromise, but in the eyes of many old comrades, Gu Chen is an out-and-out rookie.

"Let's go." Gu Chen trotted out handsomely, followed by Lu Weiwei.

In the courtyard of the Furong Police Station, Gu Chen put on his helmet, rode on a blue and white police motorcycle, and turned on the police light next to the storage box at the back.

Lu Weiwei sat at the back, buttoned up her helmet, and hugged Gu Chen tightly with both hands.

She hugged him very tightly, thinking that the younger brother's abdominal muscles are so strong, she wished she could just hug him like a couple going out.

Several policemen who had just returned from the police station and hadn't gotten out of the police car couldn't help sticking their heads out, looking at the backs of Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei as they went away, and muttered softly.

"Isn't this Lu Weiwei? Did you go out to work today?"

"Yes, I can count the number of field trips in recent years with my toes, right?"

"What's wrong with this girl today? The last time I dragged her out of the field, she refused."

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On the other side, Gu Chen rode a police motorcycle to the scene of the incident. The sirens rang a few times, and the noisy crowd around them quickly gave way to a passage.

"The police are here." A seven or eight-year-old girl who was watching the excitement shouted excitedly.

"What's the use of the police coming? For this kind of thing, at most it's just persuasion." The grandmother with the little girl has long been used to this kind of police calling.

"Who called the police?" Gu Chen turned on the law enforcement recorder and took out a small notebook to record.

"It's me." A fat woman walked out of a fruit shop, and quickly rushed to Gu Chen: "I called the police."

"What's the situation?" Lu Weiwei, who followed closely behind, also came up to him.

"It's like this." The woman who looked in her forties said: "These people were a little busy buying fruit in my store at the time, and they didn't pay attention. You also know that they received a counterfeit hundred-yuan bill. The business is not easy, how much is the loss of 100 yuan for us?"

Gu Chen looked at the three people standing next to him, and asked, "Who do you say is using counterfeit money?"

"It's the three of them." The proprietress spit and blushed, "Although I was a little busy just now, only the three of them have used the hundred-yuan bill. This counterfeit currency... must have been used by one of them." .”

"Elder sister, don't wrong a good man."

One of them, a young woman in her early twenties, straightened her round chest and said angrily:

"Oh, you received fake money, and you rely on me? I just came to buy some fruit, okay? You said you were a liar using fake money, and you still won't let me go? Who did I provoke? "

"Don't get excited, just speak slowly." Gu Chen was not in a hurry, and quickly wrote the notes in his hand, and the noisy environment around him did not affect him.

"Comrade policeman, it's not that I care about money. If you say that the 100 yuan is nothing to me, it's okay to move bricks on the construction site for a day, but we are not liars. You can't give us all hats. Buckle it up?"

Another tall and thin man said, breathing smoke from his mouth, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Then what do you want to say?" Lu Weiwei asked after looking at the last overweight middle-aged man.

The man shrugged and said with a wry smile: "What can I say? If your police are capable of solving the case, then solve the case."

Spreading his hands, the fat man continued: "Anyway, everyone insists on their opinions now. I have plenty of time and I'm not in a hurry. It's just that the little brother who is going to work at the construction site is still in a hurry to move bricks."

"None of you are allowed to leave." The proprietress of the fruit shop was anxious, and took out a fruit knife: "The fake money was given by one of you, why don't you each contribute a little money to make up the 100 yuan?"

"It's a beautiful idea." The guy at the construction site was the first to quit: "100 yuan is enough for me to smoke more than 20 packs of cigarettes."

Gu Chen hurriedly stopped and said, "Sister, put the knife down first, I'm going to record the case now, please sort it out from beginning to end."

The proprietress of the fruit shop originally wanted to snarl a few words, but after seeing Gu Chen's handsome face, her tone quickly became gentle again: "Okay."

"Name: ID number……"

Gu Chen followed the procedure to make notes.

It turned out that this fruit shop had done several large orders at the same time in the morning, but one of them received a counterfeit hundred-yuan note. The proprietress was confused for a moment and couldn't tell who gave it.

In a moment of impatience, I quarreled with these three customers, and then called 110.

According to the confessions of the three suspects and the wife of the fruit shop owner, Gu Chen basically got a general idea of ​​the situation.

The first young woman to buy fruit was a salesperson of a shoe store in this block. She bought a 188 yuan fruit basket, saying that her colleague was hospitalized with appendicitis. "

There is also a brother from the construction site who bought two boxes of imported fruits worth 298 yuan, saying that they were given to the construction site leader. After all, this job was introduced by an old leader, so he gave three pieces to Grandpa Mao.

Finally, a middle-aged fat man in his early forties, a truck driver, bought 120 yuan of tropical fruit, and gave the fruit shop owner a piece of Mao Zedong and some change.

"That's the case, comrade policeman." The proprietress looked at Gu Chen helplessly.

Many people around also looked at Gu Chen.

"It's a bit tricky." Lu Weiwei scratched the back of her head: "Three people may use counterfeit hundred-yuan bills, but the money can't speak for itself?"

In fact, before Lu Weiwei came, she probably knew the specific situation, and at most she came forward to coordinate and persuade everyone to take a step back.

Three people paid some money, 25 yuan each, and the proprietress also took a step back and settled the matter through negotiation.

After all, the Furong Police Station has limited police force, and it is impossible to spend a lot of time dealing with such trivial matters.

Many experienced comrades from the Furong Police Station basically did this when they encountered such a situation.

But now it seems that the Quartet is unwilling to make concessions, which is a bit troublesome.

The proprietress of the fruit shop insisted that one of the three used counterfeit money.

And these three people have their own reasons, and they are not willing to pay this wronged money. The scene was deadlocked and noisy for a while.

Gu Chen kept calm all the time. He deliberated over the contents of the transcript, and the various data flows in his mind seemed to be splicing information automatically.

In the next second, Gu Chen felt his eyes light up, and he hurriedly asked again: "Sister, how long have you been in business?"

"It's been 15 years, what's the matter?" the fruit shop proprietress asked in amazement.

"Can you lend me this counterfeit currency?" Gu Chen asked again.

"Of course." The proprietress of the fruit shop was stunned for a moment, thinking that the little policeman had a really nice voice, and quickly handed it to Gu Chen with both hands: "Just this fake coin, and these five real coins, all of them are here."

A lot of people around are whispering, thinking that which business will not encounter the situation of receiving fake money, and they just think they are unlucky, why do they have to let the police deal with it?
These days, if you call the police for a battery car stolen, it is a miracle that you can hear back after three years. What's more, you only have 100 yuan, and the police don't want to care about it at all.

Various voices surround Gu Chen...

Lu Weiwei on the side stood on tiptoe curiously, leaned on Gu Chen's shoulder and asked, "Junior Brother Gu Chen, did you see anything?"

Gu Chen showed a handsome smile and said, "I seem to know who this fake Grandpa Mao belongs to."

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