Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The next morning, Zhang Qiu accompanied Jiang Xue to school and informed her that he would be going to the police station for training.
Jiang Xue was surprised and asked, "Why didn't you mention it when you came back yesterday?"
"Because there were too many people. It's enough for just you and me to know about this."
"Don't Gao Zhi and the others know either?"
"They don't know."
This wasn't because Zhang Qiu didn't trust them, but rather because the fewer people who knew about it, the safer it was. Sometimes, it's not the intentional leaks that are concerning, but the unintentional ones; a slip of the tongue could cause trouble.
Jiang Xue nodded and said, "Okay, I will keep it a secret for you."
After breakfast, Zhang Qiu first took Jiang Xue back to her classroom before heading to the office to request leave. As soon as Zhao Guohong saw Zhang Qiu coming in again to ask for leave, his face fell, and he said directly, "If you don't want to go to school, just stay home and wait for the college entrance exam. What do you think this is? Don't forget you're a student!"
"Teacher, I really have no choice. To be honest with you, my trip to the police station is very important; I can only ask for leave."
"Going to the police station to confess?"
"Of course not! I'm assisting the police with their work; it's an important responsibility as a socialist New Youth."
"Don't try to talk your way out of this. I don't care where you're going; even if it's to the police station, I need a call from their leadership. Otherwise, you can forget about leaving!"
Zhao Guohong's attitude was firm. Zhang Qiu had no choice but to call He Jun. The training was scheduled for eight o'clock that morning, and it was already seven-thirty.
"Teacher, can I borrow your phone for a moment?"
Zhao Guohong replied gruffly, "Use your own; it's not like you didn't bring your phone."
Zhang Qiu lightly bit his lip and smiled awkwardly before taking out his phone and dialing He Jun's number. He opened with, "Director He, my teacher won't let me go; could you come instead?"
Zhang Qiu handed the phone to Zhao Guohong. Zhao Guohong was not surprised; she already knew that Zhang Qiu's uncle was Police Chief Wang Guodong. She spoke up, "It's He Jun's uncle, right? As Zhang Qiu's teacher, I feel obligated to say this: he is about to take his college entrance exams and should focus on preparing and studying hard."
"Alright then," Zhao Guohong returned the phone to Zhang Qiu and said, "Go ahead, the earlier you go, the earlier you'll be back."
Zhang Qiu was unsure what his uncle had discussed with the homeroom teacher to gain her approval. Regardless, he certainly wouldn't tell her that he was going on a mission. With the leave slip in hand, Zhang Qiu headed straight for the Director's Office. Upon seeing the bold characters "Public Security Bureau" on the leave slip, Director Zhao was taken aback and exclaimed, "Zhang Qiu, what are you going to do?"
"I have something to take care of; I can only keep it confidential. However, I assure you it has nothing to do with our school, and I haven't caused any trouble."
"Okay, go ahead."
Director Zhao merely nodded slightly. As long as it didn't involve the school or himself, he would let Zhang Qiu do whatever he wanted. With less than a month left until these troublesome students graduated, he would soon be writing reports for either the Sophomore or First Year classes. After holding his position in Senior Year for so long, it was time for him to relax and unwind. This way, he could also have more time to "exercise" in the gym—what's not to like?
"Director Zhao, what are you smiling about?"
Zhang Qiu had been staring at the pen in Director Zhao's hand while Director Zhao seemed lost in thought and just smiled foolishly.
"Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all." Director Zhao snapped back to reality and solemnly signed his name on the leave slip.
Zhang Qiu took the leave slip back to the classroom. The pre-reading session had just begun; the duty officer stood at the podium leading the students in loud reading of English vocabulary. Zhang Qiu walked directly over to Jiang Xue, whispered a few words, and then left the classroom. After Zhang Qiu left, Gao Zhi couldn't sit still and immediately ran over to Jiang Xue to ask what had happened. The duty officer shouted, "Gao Zhi, no wandering around! Return to your seat and focus on reading!"
Zhang Qiu handed the leave slip to the guard and filled out the registration book before leaving. The guard didn't even glance at it; he was used to Zhang Qiu leaving without a leave slip. Even without one, he wasn't going to stop Zhang Qiu. With less than a month until the college entrance exams, there was no need to create any unnecessary trouble. Some things were better left ignored; after all these years of smooth sailing, he had always adhered to this principle. Moreover, Zhang Qiu wasn't a bad person; the Red-Faced Guard got what he deserved. From Zhang Qiu's attitude, he could still sense respect.
Zhang Qiu went directly to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau and placed his ID card in the guard's hand before walking into the building. Checking the time—it was 8:55 AM—just right. Zhang Qiu pushed open the door and entered. Half an hour ago, He Bureau had been sitting at his desk; recently, due to efforts in building a Provincial Civilized City in the county, He Jun had taken this opportunity to vigorously promote improvements in public security and had achieved remarkable results.
In just one month’s time, Beilan County police had dismantled five leaders of a long-standing theft gang operating around the station area and arrested Liu Xiaolong, a leader of a gang with organized crime characteristics. They successfully rescued Jiang Xue, a female student who had been kidnapped. During a county committee meeting, these achievements were acknowledged.
"Uncle, I'm here."
"Good that you're here," He Jun looked at the time and smiled, "Right on time."
"With such an important task entrusted to me, how could I be late?"
"Good job, this time it's up to you."
"Then shall we start now?"
"Sure."
He Jun picked up the phone on the table, and a moment later, Wang Hailong pushed the door open and said, "Director He."
"Hailong, Zhang Qiu has arrived. Teach him well."
"Yes!"
Zhang Qiu looked at Wang Hailong, who was standing straight beside him, and exclaimed, "Uncle, you're letting him teach me?"
"What's wrong? Are you unwilling? Let me tell you, Captain Wang's skills are among the best in our department." He Jun spoke proudly about his capable subordinate, Wang Hailong.
Wang Hailong added, "Don't worry. As long as you study seriously, I'll teach you everything I know without holding back."
"That's not what I meant." Zhang Qiu waved his hands repeatedly. "You've all misunderstood me. I mean, having such an outstanding person teach me—who will handle the tasks? Isn't your manpower stretched thin?"
"You don't need to worry about that. It's no problem to allocate personnel to teach you. Just focus on learning; mastering your skills is the most important thing. Chen Hu has been entrenched in Beilan County for so many years; it's not something that can be easily taken down. Only by learning well can you protect yourself."
He Jun waved his hand at Wang Hailong and said seriously, "Comrade Hailong, go ahead. The organization trusts you."
Wang Hailong took Zhang Qiu away, and just before they left, He Jun reminded him again, "Zhang Qiu, you must listen. Whatever Captain Wang says, you follow. No arguing or throwing tantrums; we don't have that much time to waste."
Zhang Qiu turned around and walked up to He Jun. "Uncle, don't worry. I have a plan in mind. You've worried so much for me; now it's my turn to repay you. I will not fear hardships and will overcome all difficulties."
"Where did all these words come from?" He Jun laughed. "Go on; I believe in you."
The two strong hands clasped together, and Zhang Qiu's words brought comfort to He Jun. He Jun's trust also filled Zhang Qiu with confidence. He believed he could help the police take down Chen Hu—not just for his uncle but for himself as well.
Wang Hailong brought Zhang Qiu to a spacious stairwell room on the fifth floor, where deep red curtains were drawn, and the large ceiling light needed to be turned on for better visibility. Wang Hailong pointed to the middle seat in the first row and said, "Sit here."
Wang Hailong stepped onto the platform, turned around, and opened the projector. The image from the computer desktop was immediately displayed above, clearly prepared in advance. The first slide featured two large white characters occupying the entire screen—Investigation.
Seeing that Zhang Qiu was seated, Wang Hailong asked, "Are you ready?"
"Not yet," Zhang Qiu replied, looking at the empty table. "Do I need to take notes or something?"
"No need, just remember it here." Wang Hailong pointed to his head.
"Alright, then I'm ready."
Wang Hailong got straight to the point without any unnecessary chatter.
"Investigative behavior refers to actions taken to investigate and gather evidence against a suspect. This includes not only the investigation before a suspect is arrested but also questioning and searches after their capture. Of course, what you need to learn is only the investigative actions taken before an arrest. Our time is limited; I can't teach you like in police academy with one lesson at a time. I can only give you a systematic overview and then focus on key points based on actual situations for you to learn. The intensity might be high, so I hope you can keep up."
"Don't worry; I can handle it," Zhang Qiu replied confidently.
"Good, let's start with the basics of questioning and examination..."
Wang Hailong spoke continuously on stage without even taking a sip of water. The slides changed one after another, and Zhang Qiu felt his brain swelling; the various pieces of knowledge were no easier than math problems. Zhang Qiu persevered while Wang Hailong became more animated as if there were not just one but hundreds of students sitting below him.
When Wang Hailong finally paused for a break, Zhang Qiu checked the time and realized that three whole hours had passed. This was terrifying; three hours of continuous lecturing without even a sip of water—what kind of endurance was that? Wang Hailong looked at Zhang Qiu and smiled, "How do you feel? Can you keep up?"
"I can, but this is intense. Three hours straight has made my head spin."
"We have no choice; our time is tight, so we have to cram. It's okay if you can't remember everything; it will come up again later. Repetition will be key moving forward."
"Are you saying I have to come every time?"
"Do you think you can master these skills in just half an hour?" Wang Hailong looked at Zhang Qiu in surprise, as if he had asked a foolish question.
Zhang Qiu weighed the upcoming college entrance examination against training, both pressing matters. He gritted his teeth and said, "If I'm going to do it, I might as well go all in."
"This is more like a young person," Wang Hailong nodded in satisfaction and continued to encourage him. "I've trained others in related training before. You're the first one who can go for three hours without a break. I have high hopes for you. The exam is coming up soon, right?"
"Yes."
"Have you thought about which school you want to apply to?"
"Not yet."
"I see you have some talent in this area, and compared to others, you have resources that give you an advantage. Why not consider applying to a police academy? You will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"Hehe, I'll have to think about that. By the way, when does firearms training start?"
Firearms training was what Zhang Qiu wanted to learn the most.
Comment 0 Comment Count