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Chapter 158: A Garden of Oddities
"Is it him?"
"That's right, it's him."
"Be careful; the environment is too poor for action. Wait a moment."
"Understood, we'll keep an eye on him..."
Inside the car, another round of apprehension was about to unfold in Lu'an City. Having rushed over from Luzhou, they found their target just as night fell. The target, Fang Dingjun, was currently cozying up to a girl while drinking with two men. The night market was bustling, with shops lining the streets and tables spilling out onto the road, making this situation far from ideal for a capture.
Gurgle... Gurgle... Someone's stomach growled.
Everyone in the car turned to Brother Hua. Ruhua snapped, "What are you looking at? I'm starving."
"Mr. Sun, just wait a bit longer," Xu Jian reassured him. This external Undercover Officer held a much higher status than the team members.
"Mr. Sun, once we catch him, we'll treat you," one team member said, overly polite.
As the saying goes, if someone respects you by a foot, you should respect them by a mile. Ruhua' boldness had already won over these rough men; he didn't mind treating them to food and never complained about work... Oh, he didn't have to work hard anyway; he was already hyperactive. However, to the officers, an Undercover Officer like him who didn’t care about rewards and wasn’t short on money was a rare find these days.
There was just one downside—his temper wasn't great. He often complained about the detectives' skills. Now he was getting angry again as he scolded, "Is it really that serious? Just surround him and pin him down; if he doesn't listen, give him a beating."
"Oh ho ho, Mr. Sun, we're not like you," one team member chuckled.
Another person explained that in crowded and chaotic places, you never know how many phones and cameras are around. One careless moment could land you on the internet, showcasing violent enforcement. Nowadays, enforcing the law is harder than breaking it.
"I don't want to hear that," said Ruhua. "If you encounter a bad guy, what are you going to do? Negotiate? 'Hey, please don’t run away, let me catch you?'"
Everyone laughed, and Xu Jian quickly tried to calm Ruhua down. Ruhua glanced at the three who were getting more spirited with their drinks, rolling up their sleeves and exposing their arms for a hearty drink. Who knows how long this would go on? He said, "Jian Ge, what you're doing is wrong. With this kind of drinking style, they could drink until the early morning... And there are girls around too. Once they get into the mood, they'll definitely find a place to have some fun. You want your brothers to wait until the early morning?"
"Wow, you know that?" Xu Jian asked in disbelief.
"Isn't that normal? My buddies from the fun crowd are all like that... We can't wait; if we do, it delays everything for another day. If you catch him now, he won't wake up for a while," Ruhua replied.
This was the truth; these low-level rascals lived their lives drunk and singing. If they were caught and interrogated, it would likely lead to another sleepless night. The Field Duty team had already gotten used to this upside-down lifestyle and didn’t think much of it. However, Ruhua ’ concern for everyone earned him quite a bit of praise.
"Cut it out… stop flattering me. Let me tell you a simple method: lure him over there, to that corner of the building where everyone pees, grab him and take him away. We can save some effort and still make it back to Luzhou," Ruhua suggested.
"Lure him over? This is an unfamiliar place; we don't know the situation… Hey, don’t go down there…" Xu Jian suddenly lost his guard as Ruhua jumped out of the car. He shouted back at Ruhua as a warning: "If you mess with me again, I’ll call the police!"
"Oh dear, Mr. Sun… we’re all in this together; you can’t do that…" Xu Jian was terrified.
"Just listen to me; wait for me at that corner while I call him over," Ruhua said confidently.
The officers were caught in a dilemma—whether to stop him or not—as they watched Mr. Sun swagger off. Xu Jian hurriedly reported to another group led by Ren Guoliang and sent a small officer to discreetly provide backup.
Meanwhile, Brother Hua remained remarkably calm. Having seen bigger scenes before, this little rascal in a corner truly didn’t faze him at all. He stood at the intersection, munching on a pig's trotter while strolling through an alley filled with barbecue smoke, moving closer to the suspect Fang Dingjun.
No, it seemed like he couldn't win. The guy had all sorts of skull tattoos on his arms, a hairy chest, and a wide mouth with ringed eyes. He was downing half a cup of liquor, looking like a tough guy, which made Ruhua hesitate for a moment.
"Look at you... trying to act tough in the Black Society. Just wait and see how Brother Hua deals with you..."
He chewed as he walked, his gaze wandering. When he turned back, the car had already moved away, and two team members were quickly catching up to him, probably to drag him back. He glanced at the dyed-haired beauty next to Fang Dingjun and suddenly had a brilliant idea.
Spitting out the pig bone he had been chewing on, he dashed toward the table in the shop, leaving the approaching officers behind. The two officers dared not approach recklessly, watching as Brother Hua boldly approached the suspect.
"Hey? Isn't that Red?" Ruhua turned his voice, recognizing the woman. She screamed in shock at Ruhua' looks, stunned. Ruhua smiled and said, "See? You recognized me, right?"
"Who is he?" Fang Dingjun asked, slightly drunk and displeased.
"I don't know," the girl replied blankly before adding, "Who calls themselves Red?"
"Come on, I'm not stingy with money. Why act so innocent? Look at your little face; you've gotten so thin... Oh no, your chest has shrunk too. I knew you weren't doing well..." Ruhua said as he pinched her cheek and touched her chest. The girl stared blankly at him, momentarily stunned. By the time she reacted and got furious, he had already left his greasy hand all over her face and chest. She grabbed her beer mug to smash it at him, but by then, Ruhua had already run off.
"Damn it, touching my girl..." Fang Dingjun realized what happened and shouted as he chased after her.
"Damn it, let's go!" The two who were drinking grabbed chairs and bottles, a step too late but still pursued closely.
Ruhua sprinted away, knocking over several stalls. Seeing Fang Dingjun shouting as he chased after him made him rush past one of his teammates while yelling, "Trip him from behind."
"Oh..." The teammate nodded in understanding. Just as Fang Dingjun rushed by, he instinctively stretched out his leg. Bam! The first pursuer fell flat on his face. Another bam! And another man stumbled over him in a heap.
The person in front suddenly realized that Ruhua turned around, and he followed suit. Suddenly, a group of people gathered around him, strangling him and restraining him with his arms. Ruhua turned around and came back, rushing to give this person a set. , laughed and said: "Look, does this method work?" "Come on... Market Management is here." The police officers took the suspect into the car quickly, and were speechless in admiration for Mr. Sun . Ruhua took a look behind him and shouted, fearing that the whole world would be in chaos: "Touch you, baby girl... My brother is from Market Management, I'll kill you... Brother, they are the only ones who want to beat me and beat them up." "Well, the two administrators looked at it confusedly. The two who had just gotten up were unconvinced. They grabbed the administrator and questioned them. If they said something wrong, they slapped each other with their fists and quickly got into a fight... ……………… Suspect Fang Dingjun, male, 31 years old, was a temporary employee of a security company in Lu'an City before his arrest. After verification, he had purchased the product from Ge Feifei One hundred thousand Counterfeit. The criminal facts are being further verified. The real-time information of Lu'an City's arrest appeared on Fan Saili's mobile phone. He installed the mobile phone and stepped into the evidence room that had just been vacated. In two weeks, since Wang Shou and after, twelve people led by Ge Feifei have been arrested. The provincial criminal police Task Force and local criminal police have secretly arrested them in seven cities. The result... then, basically It's all before our eyes. Counterfeit Money, all are Counterfeit Money, marked one by one by suspect, place of appearance, and Amount. Several economic investigators are using instruments to identify Counterfeit Money that appears in different places, but with Fan Saili's experience determines that they should be from the same litter. Many prefixes are unified r7. It is not that easy to form a template, so it is even more difficult to change. Many Counterfeit Money makers all make the same prefix. Banknotes bearing the same number. "How's it going? Did you find anything?" Fan Saili asked casually. "Not yet. It was handled by one person, and the source seems to be the same." said an economic investigator.
"How about you?" Fan Saili asked again.
Another person, eyes glued to the Microscope, casually replied, "No findings. The stacked numbers are the same, just the R7 tracked by the department. Apart from the two million from Binhai, it's just us here."
"What about this one?" Fan Saili pointed to a few samples of U.S. Bills, specifically the One Hundred Dollar Bill.
"Well made, with intaglio printing and precise coloring. Even we experts, who don’t often deal with this, can’t tell at a glance… But the sales of U.S. Bills domestically aren’t that significant; most flow into the black market. Even if they are rampant, it shouldn’t be in our underdeveloped provinces; it would be more convincing along the coast," another economic investigator said.
Fan Saili chose a seat and sat down, staring intently at a U.S. Bill in its plastic sleeve. These police officers, earning an average salary of three thousand, had no opportunity to handle such currency; even their comparison samples were purchased from the Bank of China, and they had invited several bank experts to explain the distinguishing features of U.S. Bills in detail.
Renminbi, Dollar… these two types of Counterfeit Money appeared alternately. The project team’s direction was to follow Wang Shou and the clues provided to uncover the nest cases and cross-crimes, seeking possible breakthroughs. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned; it seemed they were only catching small fry. At most, they were just trying to find ways to exchange some Counterfeit Money for extra income.
A batch of Hundred Dollar Bills could be wholesaled for just ten yuan, with wholesalers making five to ten yuan profit. Once it reached retail hands, it would be treated as real money. Chaos had already erupted in many areas across the province, especially in backward counties and towns. You can’t imagine what kind of impact Counterfeit Money could have on economic order; there were once unscrupulous merchants who paid farmers with Counterfeit Money for livestock and grain, resulting in villagers surrounding the police station.
There was no reasoning here; if they couldn’t solve the case or catch the bad guys, it was solely the police's responsibility.
Fan Saili anxiously fiddled with the bills as the case progressed. The habitual anxiety came alongside the Case Situation; it had always been on a downward trend rather than upward. The path from bottom to top was blocked; without finding that key figure, uncovering the upper-level organization and personnel was impossible. In this situation, no matter how many small fry they caught, it would be futile; these people would wait for the storm to pass before finding another batch of distributors and quickly spread like a plague again.
Key point… key point… Who is this key figure?
Is it Wang Shou? Ge Feifei? Or one of those captured?
She pondered while staring at the monotonous bill design but unexpectedly recalled that peculiar informant from Binhai. She wondered if this person might have some solutions… Yes, this line of thinking is much more meticulous than being a police officer; being able to trace a simple delivery clue back to Trafficker King might lead somewhere… As she thought of this, she felt electrified and pulled out her phone to dial Aeming's number…
“What's that? You think it's easy to get him? It won't be easy this time either... It's not that I'm making excuses; it's just the way it is. Last week, Binhai executed a suspect in a death penalty case, and he was a major suspect in the Flame Action case... This isn't an old case. He had some sort of relationship with this guy's sister... Oh, I can't explain this messy emotional situation. Anyway, feelings were hurt, and I have no idea where he went...”
Aeming explained everything, and Fan Saili hung up the phone in frustration without even saying goodbye. He stepped outside the interrogation room and lit a cigarette, growing more irritated as he thought about it.
Catching this Trafficker King had exhausted him. When they finally apprehended him, he realized that at first, the guy was indeed someone who could talk his way out of anything—sharp-tongued and able to choke you with his words.
When it came to discussing the Case Situation, he had no problem confessing everything. Not only did he confess, but he also wanted to discuss it further. “You’re asking about the Migrant Worker situation? How can you blame me for that? We signed an agreement; we sent them to the factory for training, right? How can they learn if they don’t work? It’s clearly stated in the contract; there’s no way it’s fraud.”
“Oh, so you’re talking about the referral fee from the factory? Of course, I have to take that. The referral fee has nothing to do with fraud. If anyone’s being scammed here, it’s the labor department; they’re the ones deceiving the public. They are the main party in the contract.”
It was astonishing how confidently he spoke, every word making sense. If one were to go by legal terms, it seemed difficult to find fault with him. For instance, when setting up a company and signing a study abroad agreement—he had covered his tracks well; the company’s legal representative wasn’t even him. He could easily deny any responsibility.
As for selling Counterfeit goods, he had something to say about that too. “I’m not involved in selling; I was just trading it for drugs—bartering doesn’t count as selling, so it can’t be called illegal possession.”
“Well then, surely you must have some illegal hiding of Drugs?”
“No way! That’s not mine; I got tricked into taking it back. You all know whose it is.”
So back and forth they went, as if he were innocent. He didn’t even consider that running an unauthorized Postal Savings operation was a crime. “I’m just an agent for Postal Savings; this money was only temporarily used. How can you call that fraud? Fraud is when someone intends to illegally possess something—I hadn’t even possessed it before you all seized it! You took away my property without compensation; what a profit for you!”
It was hard to tell whether this person had a problem with their brain or was just deliberately making things complicated. Their logic was so chaotic that it couldn't be understood with normal reasoning, especially when it came to matters involving Li Qian and Yao Yuxia. This guy could ramble on for ages about the intricate details of his escapades, leaving even the roughest of men blushing.
Aeming stubbed out his cigarette and returned to the interrogation room. Inside, Wang Shou was animatedly recounting old tales of deceiving women.
"I remember it clearly, the third one, Anqing. I met her while dining at the Anqing Hotel. It was winter, and she was alone, just ordering a simple rice bowl. At first glance, she seemed to come from an average economic background... but she dressed well, especially in those high-heeled shoes and a wool skirt. Her figure was quite nice, though the quality of her clothes was mediocre. Women like that are easy to approach... I created a coincidence and accidentally spilled a drink on her... just a little..."
Wang Shou spoke with nostalgia, recalling every woman he had been with in detail. The frustrating part was that you couldn't ignore him; if you did, he'd get angry and stop talking altogether.
By the time Aeming sat down, Wang Shou had already moved on to how he got to know her after spilling the drink on her clothes, how he gradually approached her, how he made his move, how he understood her needs, and how he gently penetrated her defenses. Aeming listened intently, biting his lip as he made sounds of disapproval. It was difficult to get a suspect to confess, but encountering one who confessed everything in such detail was equally troublesome.
This expression seemed to stimulate Wang Shou further. He smirked and said, "You clearly don't understand women."
"Let's not discuss topics unrelated to the case," Aeming replied.
"Oh," Wang Shou said, seemingly somewhat respectful towards the officer but then quickly turning rude. "Right, we can't talk about that; after all, you wouldn't understand."
Bang! Aeming slammed his hand on the table angrily and said, "Wang Shou, be honest! Have you forgotten your identity?"
"I haven't forgotten. Even an unconvicted suspect has rights... If you say I'm not honest enough, I have my objections. When it comes to money matters, I can be precise to two decimal places; when it comes to women, I can detail everything down to the removal of clothing. What more do you want from me? Should I also disclose my ejaculation threshold and erection duration?" Wang Shou retorted indignantly.
The pre-trial officer was left speechless by this absurdity. Aeming waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry; I was wrong... Let's change the topic and talk about U.S. Bills."
"Oh, that's easy," Wang Shou replied.
"It was given by Ge Feifei," Wang Shou said, unable to recall much more. He could only admit that it was likely taken from his home by someone with sticky fingers. Aeming asked, "Given? Are you trying to fool me?"
"No, Counterfeit is the one who deceives; ghost money is what fools the dead," Wang Shou replied.
"Answer directly. Where did it come from? You don't have just one version of the story," Aeming pressed.
"It really was a gift. It's like getting a phone when you pay for a plan; you might catch a fool and make a big sale. That stuff isn't in demand here; it's hard to sell in our poor province," Wang Shou explained.
This was the truth. U.S. Bills didn't circulate much abroad, mostly among collectors or a small number of people needing them for travel, exchanged on the black market. Those who had been in the currency exchange business for years wouldn't use Counterfeit Money for the sake of their reputation, so the market was quite narrow, mostly found in first-tier cities or coastal areas.
At this point, Aeming was still processing the information while Wang Shou had already reacted and asked him, "Officer, are there any other details?"
"You received Counterfeit Money from Ge Feifei and took the train back?" Aeming inquired.
"Yes," Wang Shou confirmed, providing details about the train number and time, which matched what he had previously stated.
Aeming countered, "You traveled under your real name, yet there's no registration found."
"Heh heh, even crafty rabbits have three burrows. You don't think I only have one or two fake identities, do you? This isn't my fault; according to official figures, there are still over thirteen million unregistered households in the country. As for fake identities, that's impossible to quantify. Nowadays, you can buy an ID for two hundred yuan; if your face is decent enough, you can get on a plane... That's not a lie, right? Do you want to know the details of my fake identity? Let me think... I got it in Fuyang City from someone named Xu Laofei on Yangtai Street. He's quite skilled; if you're not picky, you can get an ID for a hundred yuan. If you have higher demands, he has ways too; at most it takes a day to get everything sorted..." Wang Shou continued, revealing information about someone involved in illegal activities while the detective taking notes recorded this lead.
At this point, things stalled again. This oddball wasn't left speechless by the interrogation but often left the pre-interrogation officers dumbfounded with his responses.
Indeed, he had provided such detailed information about fraud, harboring prostitution, drug possession, and more. What else did they want him to confess? As long as he knew something, he would gladly share it all; otherwise, if no one discovered his talents during this day of questioning, wouldn’t that be like walking through the night in fine clothes while secretly throwing jewels?
"Take it with you... Go back and think about it carefully. If you know the source of Ge Feifei's Counterfeit Money, you will be considered a meritorious service." Aeming waved. "No problem, tell me everything you know." Wang Shou He Zhengse said. The detectives turned their faces sideways with toothache. "Instructor, how do you prepare this piece of material?" a criminal police officer asked, with a confused look on his face. The explanation has been very detailed, but the details are wrong, and you can't find any suspicion in his serious expression. So Aeming said depressedly: "Damn it, this is the first time I've encountered this kind of thing... There must be something fake on US Bills." "It doesn't look like it, what does he want US Bills for? If it is If he is a professional counterfeit money maker, then there is no need to commit fraud. The job he does is not much simpler than making money," another criminal policeman judged. Before we know how much stuff is still in the suspect's head, we can only rely on this kind of detailed judgment. Unfortunately, this Old Trafficker is really difficult to judge. "Go back first, make a new interrogation plan, and then tell the truth. This guy has been on the run for more than ten years, so he knows a lot." Aeming stood up and said, packing things, and the group of people followed each other out of the detention center. Feeling dejected, the case is still at the same level. Even though more than a dozen suspects have been arrested, no clues to the next level have been found. ………………………………………………
Go to work, get off work, go to work again, get off work again. When it was time to get off work, Guan Yiqing realized that she had been busy all morning and accomplished nothing. She flipped through the calendar on the table and saw that it was already June 12th, and the old lady Guo Wei was transferred to In the case of City Criminal Police Team Nine and Counterfeit Money, no one has been seen for more than ten days. Lin Qizhao and her master are not in the same unit. A female police officer like her has been firmly seated in the Crime Information Processing Center The location of Deputy Director. Field Duty is a man’s world. Most of the time, those Male Officer who usually behave a little bit gangsterly in their actions and words will subconsciously tell women to go away when they are on task. In any case, she still likes this special environment, even though her circle of friends is getting smaller and smaller, and people are becoming more and more homebound. On the 6th, I went back to my hometown with my master and Rong Ying, and came back the next day. She didn’t have much going on these days, but she always felt preoccupied. She put down her office computer, picked up her bag, and walked for a walk. When I got to the elevator, the phone rang. When she saw the unfamiliar number, she subconsciously knew who it was. She put it in her ear and said, "Hello." "It's me." Xiao Mu's voice. "I know." Guan Yiqing smiled, a woman's sixth sense is very accurate. "It seems that we have an understanding, so let me get straight to the point. Beauty, do you want to date? I'll be waiting for you at EmpireHotel." Xiao Mu's lazy voice. Suddenly Guan Yiqing felt like being pricked by a needle. If she had not known about his relationship with Rong Ying in the past, maybe she would have gone happily. But after this incident, she found that she was attracted to this handsome guy. The heat in her body had gone away suddenly, and hearing such an appointment made her very disgusted. She said: "Sorry, I'm working overtime." "No nonsense, I just heard the elevator bell, you are ready to leave." Xiao Mu said. "Yes, I have something to do when I go out to FieldDuty." Guan Yiqing shied away. "Don't regret it, I'm going to give you a gift." Xiao Mu said.
Guan Yiqing felt even more disgusted and said, "Mu, we've always regarded each other as friends, ordinary friends. Regardless of public or private matters, I cannot accept your gift."
"Oh, you've finally unraveled your own heart's knot and are ready to treat me as a thing of the past?" Xiao Mu replied with a smile.
Guan Yiqing subtly remarked, "Yes, but you can't let go of your heart's knot so quickly, can you? Are you preparing to fall back into a life of indulgence?"
"You may not be confused about major issues, but you're still not very clever when it comes to small matters. If I wanted to pursue you, I would have made my move long ago instead of waiting until now to give you a gift," Xiao Mu laughed.
"If you keep making me uncomfortable, there won't be any friendship left," Guan Yiqing said bluntly.
"Is that so? I value our friendship, which is why I'm giving you this gift. Are you sure you don't want it?" Xiao Mu asked.
"I don't want it," Guan Yiqing replied firmly, fearing that he might get caught up in an emotional whirlpool again, just like before.
"Suit yourself. It's related to the r7 Counterfeit Money clues appearing in Binhai and Suzhou and Hangzhou. I'll be at the Emperor's Hotel for an hour; come if you want," Xiao Mu said before abruptly hanging up the phone.
Guan Yiqing was left speechless, his emotions stirred. He hurried into the elevator and soon rushed out onto the street to hail a cab. This gift was something no police officer would want to refuse...
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