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Chapter 489 Uncle, I also want to be a policeman

Standing at the front of the crowd is the landlord, Liang Dezhong, who is in his forties, has dark skin and always has a warm smile on his face.

It can be seen that Liang Dezhong has a very good relationship with the tenants. Everyone smiled sincerely at him while waiting in line.

Several children of primary school age greeted Song Baoguo chattering.

The other party magically took out a few lollipops from the pocket of his khaki washed trousers, and several children ran away happily.

"Officer Zhang, it won't be long, right?"

Zhang Hui shook his head. He had a good impression of this landlord. He was a kind-hearted person and could tell everything he knew when he asked.

"It's just blood collection. It'll be over in a while."

The tenants in the crowd were actually discussing in whispers. After all, a murder had occurred, and it would be weird if no one talked about it.

"When will the harvest be finished? No one is watching at the vegetable market. I will probably lose money today."

"There are just these 20 people. Didn't you see that the landlord has already started? Don't worry, we will be here in a moment."

"Master, I heard that all the blood stains in the room have been wiped away. What else can be found?"

"Prodigal bitch, I have nothing to do with you. Shut up. Let's get back to work as soon as the blood is collected."

Most of the tenants who rent houses in this building are working people, including those who sell vegetables in the vegetable market, some who do odd jobs, and some who work as sanitation workers.

Several primary school children were running around, and the police officers from the surrounding police stations who were in charge of order were not easy to control, so they just let the children make trouble.

With just these twenty or so people, the blood collection could be completed in less than an hour.

"Uncle, you are a police officer, can I see your gun?"

Zhang Hui was standing behind the crowd. Suddenly, a little boy about seven or eight years old wearing a light blue school uniform ran over and looked at Zhang Hui curiously.

"Kid, you can't look around at guns. It's very dangerous. Do you like guns?"

The little boy nodded vigorously, his little face with baby fat cheeks trembling up and down: "Well, I also want to be a policeman and shoot bad guys with a gun like my uncle."

"Okay, then you have to study hard and go to the police academy when you grow up, so that you can become a police officer."

"Uncle policeman, I study very well. I get the first place in every exam in the class. I will definitely be admitted to the police academy and become a policeman in the future."

The little boy said firmly, then approached Zhang Hui mysteriously and said softly: "Uncle policeman, let me tell you a secret. The night before yesterday, I vaguely heard someone shouting for help downstairs. I got up and wanted to help, but My parents won’t let me, saying that I’m still young. Do you think that when I grow up, I can help?”

Ok?
Zhang Hui was suddenly stunned!
Help?

"Kid, you just..."

"Liu Xingchen! Why are you running around? Come here to collect blood. You have to go to school later!"

Just when Zhang Hui wanted to continue asking, a tall, muscular man wearing only a hurdle vest and smelling of paint suddenly ran over and pulled the boy away.

He looked at Zhang Hui apologetically: "Comrade police, I'm sorry, the child is small and I disturbed you."

"Dad, I didn't make any noise, I wanted to see the policeman's gun."

Obviously, the person who came was the little boy's father.

Zhang Hui slowly stood up from his crouching position and waved his hands: "It's okay, the kid is very cute. He said he wants to be a policeman in the future and catch bad guys like me."

The man grinned innocently: "Our family has been farming for eight generations, how can he still be a policeman?"

"Okay, we're almost here, comrade policeman, you're busy while we collect blood."

After saying that, the man took the little boy and walked to the front of the blood collection team. A young woman in the team wearing blue short-sleeved gray jeans picked up the little boy and prepared to collect blood.

Zhang Hui stood at the back of the blood collection team, watching quietly as the crowd gradually dwindled, and the blood collection was quickly completed. "Brother Hui, the blood collection has been completed. Shall we go back now?"

"Okay, you guys go back first. I have something to do here, so let Lao Chen stay for a while."

"okay."

The police car carrying the blood samples roared away, and the policemen from the police station who maintained order greeted Zhang Hui and evacuated.

Other people in the rental house left one after another. Those who were supposed to go to work went to work. The children put their schoolbags on their backs and left the rental house. Those who were supposed to go to class went to class.

"Follow the bus ahead."

Zhang Hui sat in the passenger seat and Lao Chen drove.

"What, is there something wrong with that man?"

"It's still unclear. The boy just said that on the night of the incident, he vaguely heard someone shouting for help."

Ok?
Lao Chen was stunned: "When we visited and investigated, the people in the rental house didn't hear anything."

"The child is confused. Is he dreaming?"

Zhang Hui shook his head: "This child is already seven or eight years old. He should be in the first or second grade of elementary school. It is unlikely that he still doesn't know what is a dream and what is a daze."

"Although the father of the child just smiled very honestly, he was a little nervous when he was talking to me. He was sweating on his forehead. He was wearing a hurdle vest, and the weather was not that hot today. Why was he sweating?"

The police seem to have a particularly peculiar sixth sense, which means they can easily detect unusual things.

Of course, this may just be Zhang Hui's guess, or the other party is prone to sweating, or maybe the other party is just a migrant worker, and he will indeed be nervous when talking to the police, but it can be justified.

However, there is also the possibility that the other party has something evil in mind!

Lao Chen is an old man from the criminal investigation detachment. He has been a criminal police officer for more than [-] years. He has a bad temper. In the early years, he made mistakes because he was too harsh when arresting suspects.

He has not been promoted in these years, but he has good case handling skills and is a good hand. When Zhang Hui said this, you will understand what is going on.

If you really want to explain it, you can explain it by saying that it is unclear. There is no conclusive evidence, it just feels like something is wrong.

32 minutes later, the man got off the bus and went straight to a furniture manufacturing factory on the left.

The man learned carpentry from his uncle when he was in the village. After moving to the city to work, he learned how to spray paint and has been working in a furniture factory ever since.

"Old Sun, why are you here? Today's work is delayed, and your money will be deducted."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang, this little work is nothing, it won't be delayed. I'll work overtime today and make sure to finish all these things."

Compared with when he was talking to Zhang Hui just now, the man's voice was louder now, his voice was rich and full of strength.

The furniture factory is actually not very big, just a small workshop. After entering the yard, Zhang Hui saw that the man was already changing clothes, putting on a gas mask and starting to prepare for work.

"Boss, who are you?"

As soon as Zhang Hui and Lao Chen walked in, someone came over to ask.

Furniture factories generally only do wholesale, not retail, and the people who come to visit may be businessmen.

Maybe it's just a business deal, so the visitor is very polite and talks about the boss.

Zhang Hui took out his ID: "Police."

"Good morning, Comrade Police!"

The other person was stunned for a moment, and then became more polite.

(End of this chapter)