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Chapter 165: Such Recklessness
Shen Lingchen and Guo Wei arrived in Luzhou three days after the incident. Guo Wei had interrupted his training, as he was assigned to the special task force by the Criminal Investigation Bureau at the request of Lin Qizhao, reuniting them once again after their collaboration in Flame Action.
By the time they reached Luzhou, it was already evening. Fan Saili was there to pick them up. The cooperation between the police forces from both locations was still in its early stages, and Team Leader Zhou Qunyi was quite puzzled about why two officers from Binhai had traveled all the way from Anhui Province to interrogate a fraudster. This confusion quickly reflected in Fan Saili's demeanor as she got into the car and asked, "Master Shen, why have you decided to interrogate Wang Shou again?"
"To fill in the gaps," Shen Lingchen replied.
"What doubts do you have?" Fan Saili asked cautiously, worried that any oversight might lead to trouble with Binhai.
"Let's set aside our personal feelings for today. If there are any issues, you handle them; if not, we’ll leave quietly... Fan Ke, does that sound good? It's all for the case. If we cling to our own biases, it won't be beneficial," Shen Lingchen said politely.
Fan Saili felt relieved by this statement and smiled as she replied, "I’m just afraid you’ll be disappointed. I won’t say anything more; we’ll do it your way."
"What’s his situation?" Shen Lingchen inquired.
"Still the same. He has disclosed most of the case details. If he repeats himself a few times, there are basically no discrepancies—people involved, amounts of money, locations; everything he can explain is accurate. How should I put it? For someone like him, it seems there’s not much left to gain... When you called this afternoon saying you wanted to come, I honestly couldn’t wrap my head around it," Fan Saili explained.
"Heh, I do have some experience dealing with this type of rascal. Even the most candid of villains won’t reveal all their misdeeds to the police, especially since he’s a con artist," Shen Lingchen remarked.
"Is there something off about that point?" Fan Saili asked.
"Oh, my mentor thinks Li Qian is quite suspicious," Guo Wei interjected.
"Let’s not dwell on that; it leaves us with just a skeleton of a case. The Provincial Police Headquarters is worried she might die in custody, so they’ve allowed her family to take her away. If there are issues, they can only be set aside; she won’t survive withdrawal symptoms," Fan Saili said, unable to hide her curiosity as she asked, "What problems does she have? She was locked up by Wang Shou for over a year—almost treated like a sex slave."
"I don’t know what problems she has, but I think this is an excellent angle... Don’t you think he has already disclosed everything? Let’s set this up and use this angle to pressure Wang Shou. There could be two scenarios: either he truly has nothing left to disclose, which means he has no reservations; or Li Qian indeed has issues, in which case he will definitely try to change the subject," Shen Lingchen assessed regarding the style of this Trafficker King.
"What does it even mean?" Fan Saili asked, puzzled.
"It's similar to extortion. If they want to satisfy our appetite and divert our attention, they need to provide something substantial, right? He's a con artist who has been on the run for over a decade, even swindling drug dealers. What kind of person wouldn't he dare to deceive?" Shen Lingchen replied.
Fan Saili couldn't help but smile, feeling charmed by Shen Lingchen's relaxed demeanor as they drove toward the detention center.
However, things turned a bit dull afterward. Without any preliminary hearing plans or written records, the three of them went straight into the interrogation. Fan Saili casually asked questions, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop, launching into stories that every married woman could relate to.
An hour passed, and Wang Shou was animatedly recounting how he had tried to flirt with a female civil servant.
Suddenly, Shen Lingchen interrupted him as if he were distracted and asked Guo Wei, "Xiao Guo, could you get me a glass of water?"
"Make it two," Fan Saili chimed in playfully.
Guo Wei stifled a laugh as he stood up, unsure if this teasing approach would actually work.
It did have an effect; seeing Wang Shou's story interrupted made him fidget with frustration, like a hunter whose prey had escaped, leaving him restless and agitated.
"Oh, Wang Shou, your attitude towards admitting guilt is quite commendable. Our superiors appreciate it greatly. Plus, you're actively providing information about other people's illegal activities. That's definitely worth acknowledging. You must have thought about reducing your sentence through this, right?" Shen Lingchen asked.
"I have thought about it," Wang Shou nodded but quickly shifted his tone to skepticism. "But can I trust what you say?"
"You don't have to trust us. How many legal books do you have at home? I believe you've studied them—fraud, harboring drug use, possession of drugs... Have you considered how many years those could add up to?" Shen Lingchen asked with a smile.
"Oh boy, looks like the government's ideal for retirement might just be realized through me," Wang Shou said with a smirk, self-deprecatingly. It seemed there was even a hint of joy in his tone; perhaps he truly believed his ideal was coming true.
"So, if you provide more details, your crime isn't severe enough; at most you'll get life imprisonment—maybe not even that. If you go in and manage to reduce your sentence, you could be out in ten years or so. Wouldn't that shatter your retirement dreams? What do you think?" Shen Lingchen teased Wang Shou as if joking around.
"Wang Shou" was furious, scolding, "Hey, how can you be like this? You're even more shameless than the suspects in the warehouse. Is it acceptable to talk about people like this? Do you think the crimes committed by the offenders aren't serious enough?"
"Oh, that's true... then continue, tell me about 'Ge Feifei'," "Shen Lingchen" said.
The others exchanged glances, and "Shen Lingchen" wrote a few words on paper: Keep pushing him.
Just as they had judged on the road, this person was not ignorant of the law; he had a clear understanding of what he was confessing. Fraud, trafficking, drug possession—these were serious offenses, but still not serious enough. His mindset seemed to be: knowing that there was no escape, he would confess an equivalent amount of information, but anything beyond that he would refuse.
Indeed, if he confessed more, it wouldn't be the government providing for his old age; it would be sending him to his end.
Thus, the second round of tug-of-war began again. "Wang Shou" detailed "Ge Feifei's" involvement in the case. The details of his confession were almost identical to those from the first inquiry—time, place, amount—very precise, like a speech he had memorized. After finishing this confession, he began recounting an incident in "Anqing" where he had coerced a young service industry boss's wife during a chance encounter.
Like every seduction case, it started from their acquaintance to undressing and preparing to describe the woman's physical attributes. "Shen Lingchen" interjected, "Xiao Guo, refill my water."
"Ah, also refill mine," "Fan Saili" added.
"Guo Wei" took the cups and stepped out again. This farce was exasperating; after just ten seconds, he returned with the water that hadn’t even been touched.
"Wang Shou" and others stared in disbelief; it was clearly intentional. Unlike other officers who treated every word he said with caution, this was different.
"Continue! Your memory is excellent; you remember what every woman looks like... Now describe what you were like during **. What was the environment like? Your mood? How did your body react? What differences did you notice in how different women stimulated your hormones... Talk about it from another perspective," "Shen Lingchen" said seriously.
The most shameless among police are those who deal directly with criminals, but someone as unashamed as "Fan Saili" was a first for her. She bit her lower lip, afraid she might laugh out loud. However, what impressed her was that the expression of this "Trafficker King" finally changed.
He was no longer smug or carefree; instead, there was shock mixed with anger.
He stared at "Shen Lingchen" for several seconds before asking displeasedly, "Are you just here to make fun of me?"
"You've been wasting our time for so long, and I've only wasted a few hours of yours. Is that too much for you?" Shen Lingchen said with a smile.
"I refuse to answer any questions. Let me tell you, this is a detention center, not the police station," Wang Shou retorted, glaring.
Before the arrogance could be subdued, the conversation wouldn't go smoothly. Shen Lingchen asked with a grin, "Oh, so you want to expedite the judicial prosecution process?"
Uh... Wang Shou choked lightly, turning his face away, unwilling to cooperate.
Damn it, there must be something he's hiding. Fan Saili was infuriated by that expression; if he had that kind of attitude, it meant he was concealing something much bigger.
"Wang Shou, tell me about Li Qian. This woman seems oddly out of place," Shen Lingchen casually tapped on the topic.
Wang Shou seamlessly picked up the thread: "She was just a working girl I got involved with. I didn’t expect her to have a drug addiction. I brought her home, and she knew where I lived. I couldn't just send her away; I had to support her drug habit... Ugh, don’t even mention it. It’s ruined me... Damn it, better to die early and be reborn clean..."
"Then tell me about her. No need for bedroom stories; I already know her situation. She's so thin now, with gangrene and sores... You don't strike me as someone with a sexual perversion," Shen Lingchen asked.
At this point, Fan Saili couldn't hold back anymore and let out a scoff before covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Wang Shou felt awkward for a moment and shook his head. "Alright, alright, stop mocking me. One misstep and I've lost everything. Aren't you just trying to pry something out of me? I've already laid everything out; what more do you want?"
"I just took over; you should give me something in return. I feel like this Li..."
"Wait a minute, are you interested in drug trafficking or counterfeiting?"
"Well... it seems like you're offering me some goods."
"Of course, but the problem is I've already exposed quite a few people. My conscience is starting to weigh on me."
"Oh, who says it's not the case? But if you don't stab a few people, you won't be able to get through, right?" "That's right... let me think about it, let me think about it... I heard about it, Mingguang that film is still there There is a den, but I don’t know where it is. It should be for Counterfeit Money. Maybe Ge Feifei knows. When I got the goods from him, I met a few people. They seemed to be from Mingguang. From the accent, he looks like he works in Counterfeit Money..." "You know Counterfeit Money, I can understand. You can even recognize the person who works in Counterfeit Money? Apart from scraping, it will not be able to be washed off for a while. It is just like prying green walnuts. The color is so heavy that you can’t even rub it off with a stone... I don’t know the details. I can trace it, but you have to Tell me clearly, does this count as a meritorious service? "The den may be a money-making den. Fan Saili swallowed hard, her throat was dry, and her eyes were straight. She really didn't expect that after being around for so long, she confessed There were so many, and there was still stock. At this time, she began to admire Shen Lingchen extremely. As soon as she hit Li Qian, she asked about other cases. Shen Lingchen felt relaxed all of a sudden. He leaned over, smiled, and told Wang Shou very kindly: "Of course... Okay, then tell me about this nest, and give me a detailed description of what you have seen. "A few people." The hole may be torn open from here. Guo Wei suppressed the excitement in his heart and thought about asking about the old case from You Bisheng. It seems that the master's judgment is not false at all. This liar He will not give up his expertise, even if he has already taken the position of a suspect. Ge Feifei’s second interrogation began, Yao Yuxia’s second interrogation began, and Criminal Investigation Portrait Recruitment people quickly arrived. In fact, behind the understatement of Shen Lingchen were the police from all over the country who were already going crazy. Ah……………………………………………………………… “It’s awesome, it’s the veteran who takes the lead, one can stand up to the three of them” Binhai, Lin Qizhao were so excited that they started shooting, Shen Lingchen Less than a day after arriving in Luzhou, another new Case Situation was unearthed. "Analyze these suspects." He stood up and hurriedly sent the returned information to the police officers of the Special Training Division. Wang Shou gave him a general description, and met two people. The portraits had just come out. , Ge Feifei over there was frightened, and shyly confessed to two more uplines, one nicknamed "Monk" and the other nicknamed "Old Man". There is no doubt that Old Man is Qiu Guanghan. And this newly emerged "monk" looks very much like another of his companions discovered by surveillance Xu Tonglei.
The image software comparison of the suspect database began, and Lin Qizhao was so excited that he paced around the room. When he casually glanced into a corner, he saw Guan Yiqing staring at him intently. He quietly asked, "What's wrong, Yi Qing?"
"Oh, I..." Guan Yiqing pointed towards the door.
"Come to my office for a moment." Lin Qizhao knew that Guan Yiqing had something to say.
Hastily stepping outside, Lin Qizhao asked with concern, "What’s going on?"
"There’s a small matter, and I’m not sure if I should tell you," Guan Yiqing replied.
"Really? Are you still being polite with me?" Lin Qizhao laughed.
"Well, Mu Qingchen, or Xiao Mu's father, called me twice today... I suspect they’ve been in contact all along, and now that it’s suddenly cut off, Old Mu is starting to worry again," Guan Yiqing explained. In this father-son dynamic, she played the role of a competent messenger.
Lin Qizhao's expression turned serious as he frowned. Several teams were still out searching for the two suspected vehicles, but there was no news. The progress of the case could only move forward step by step, and the silence surrounding Xiao Mu had become the most distressing issue.
As if to add to the difficulty, Guan Yiqing mentioned another small matter: "Also, Rong Ying called me today asking about Xiao Mu's whereabouts."
"Those two?" Lin Qizhao asked curiously.
"This is what you call enemies; it’s not so easy to sever ties," Guan Yiqing chuckled. "How should I put it? Whenever this guy goes missing, they come looking for me."
"Yi Qing, at this point, I have to be honest with you," Lin Qizhao said firmly. "If we get any news, we will do everything we can to rescue him; but if there’s no news, we are powerless. You know our police force is limited. We have four teams of over twenty people out looking for the suspect vehicles. It’s been almost a week now; I estimate we’re reaching our limits."
Lin Qizhao spoke seriously; his expression mirrored Shen Lingchen's. Guan Yiqing understood that his focus would be on the bigger picture and wouldn’t lose his composure over such matters. She nodded and said, "I understand; it just makes me feel a bit sad."
"Then focus on your job and find the real culprit as soon as possible."
Lin Qizhao patted her shoulder and said something, leaving one unsure whether it was a comfort or an encouragement.
A day passed...
Two days passed...
In the dimly lit printing workshop, the biological clock quickly became disordered, and metabolism soon fell into chaos. In this hellish place, even relieving oneself had to be done in the corner of the workshop; one could hardly expect to see sunlight.
Thinking of using one's ears? Better not. The deafening roar of machines would soon lead to habitual deafness.
Working in such an environment for over ten hours, let alone running away, just managing to stand and urinate was already a feat.
At this moment, Xiao Mu had undergone a significant transformation. Her eyes were weary, her hands stained red, her clothes tattered, and she was drenched in sweat. Squatting behind the cutting machine, she was stacking the bills that had been sent over, preparing them for paper bands. This was the only step that required manual labor. She stacked them into two piles of ten bundles each; with a push, the laminating machine would package them directly. The next process would turn them into parcels wrapped in kraft paper. After days of hard work, she had already piled up a wall-high stack of packages, and the labor continued.
The food was decent—plenty of greasy meat and white liquor with Red Bull to go around. Eating and sleeping were done without leaving the work station, with only a few hours to rest when the monk came in to stop the machines. During this time, Xiao Mu estimated it should be daytime again soon, and before long, they would resume work.
Ding... ding... ding... A series of bell chimes rang out, and instinctively, Xiao Mu's nerves began to relax.
This was the bell signaling a break. Once the last printed sheet was completed, the master operator of the printing machine would pull down the lever and cut off the power.
That person always wore a mask—someone Xiao Mu would never have the chance to meet. As soon as the lever was pulled down, the monk and Xu Tonglei would appear politely escorting the master away. Among all in the workshop, he was treated with utmost respect; everyone else had it slightly better than Xiao Mu at least—they could step outside for a breath of not-so-fresh air.
With the power cut off and machines halted, a buzzing still echoed in their ears as Wang Lishong and Xu Tonglei entered. The master had been escorted away; several workers either stood or sat down to catch their breath. Some lit up cigarettes but had to hide away in corners; otherwise, if caught by the monk, they would get beaten up. The only thing Xiao Mu gained from being here was learning how to smoke.
Back against the wall, he awkwardly offered cigarettes to the two men, lighting them up. The three leaned against the wall, smoking. Although they were in the same trench, the life-threatening situation kept their guard up. For a long time, they exchanged only a few words. However, today seemed different; Xiao Mu could clearly see that the two men appeared more relaxed, as if… the pile of goods stacked against the wall had eased their tension. Right, Xiao Mu understood; it was coming to an end.
"Are we shipping out today?"
"Pretty much."
"Damn it, this job won't kill you but it will wear you out."
"There are jobs that don't tire you out, but they don't pay either."
The two spoke in Hakka and Mandarin, and Xiao Mu understood them. During his studies abroad, he had encountered many southerners and had picked up some of their dialects without realizing it would come in handy today. His eyes darted around as he pondered; still, he had no plan.
He had no idea what was going on or how to escape. Up until now, he didn't even know where he was.
"Hey, where are you from?" one of the workers asked him.
"From Southern Jiangsu," Xiao Mu replied.
"I've never seen you before," said another man with a thick accent.
"I just joined the industry," Xiao Mu said humbly, internally cursing himself a thousand times; it seemed this group had been at it for a long time. Had they worked together before?
"Kid, you're going to make a fortune this trip... looks like you'll be heading back safe and sound," one of them remarked.
It seemed the job was nearing its end; they were just waiting to collect their pay and leave. But as that moment approached, Xiao Mu felt increasingly anxious. After all, once they were done with him, would they just get rid of him?
Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang, and Wang Lishong's tall figure appeared in the doorway shouting, "Get out there and work."
Several workers responded and left, while Xiao Mu dared not move. He had been so obedient these days that even he couldn't believe it. Whenever he saw Xu Tonglei and Wang Lishong, he was a thousand times cautious, wishing he could use all the psychological tricks he had learned just to keep these two bastards happy and not see him as a threat.
In the yard, the roar of vehicles filled the air as Wang Lishong began to walk toward the corner. Xiao Mu stubbed out his cigarette, nervously stood up, his head slightly bowed, back slightly hunched, arms hanging down, and his whole body trembling a bit. Right, this was a form of body language that conveyed fear and tension, which could instantly alleviate the other person's desire for control.
To put it simply, it meant he wouldn’t just come up and slap you across the face or kick you before starting to talk.
“Hmm…” Wang Lishong stood in front of Xiao Mu and sniffed approvingly, “Not bad.”
“Ha ha, Brother Wang, you flatter me,” Xiao Mu said with a fawning smile.
“Load the truck,” Wang Lishong instructed.
“Okay,” Xiao Mu replied, scampering toward the entrance. A few packages were handed over as they began loading the truck. It turned out to be a tanker truck marked with hazardous materials. At this time of day, with the sun setting, who would suspect such a vehicle on the road?
Damn it, those who make counterfeit money are truly talented; transporting counterfeit money… now that's genius.
When Xiao Mu saw that they were loading from the bottom of the tank while preparations for oxygen-acetylene were already underway on the other side, he thought to himself that the upper part of the tank was still hazardous materials. Once they finished loading acetylene and welded it shut, a quick spray paint job would allow them to drive down the highway without a care in the world. No one would check such a vehicle; even if they did, it was marked as hazardous materials.
They quickly loaded up as Xiao Mu had imagined. Once done, they covered it with a circular steel structure, welded it shut, let it cool for a moment, then sprayed some paint on it to restore it to a complete tank.
As both trucks rumbled away, everyone was herded back to clean up. Paper scraps, ink cans—everything was tidied up neatly. Even the printing press began to be cleaned. The masked worker carefully removed the printing plate and cleaned off the ink with great effort. Just then, Xiao Mu was called away by Xu Tonglei. Stepping outside, Xu Tonglei said, “You’re done here; come with me.”
“Ah?” Xiao Mu was startled.
“Hurry up,” Wang Lishong called to him as he walked toward the parked vehicles.
“Oh,” Xiao Mu thought to himself as he secretly clutched half of a worn-out modified tool—actually useless. He figured that even if he wielded a Guan Gong's sword, he wouldn't stand a chance against someone from Tagou Martial Arts School.
Get in the car and start it. Xiao Mu sitting behind the car is so nervous that her hands are trembling. This time she is not pretending, she is really trembling... ………………………………………… At the same time, the night falls On the dark road, there are shadowy mountain shapes, and several teams are running. According to the confessions of Wang Shou and Ge Feifei, the Mingguang City Criminal Investigation detachment dispatched six groups of Field Dutysurprise attackNew Lake Town Bridge Village, Ge Feifei confession The first meeting with "Monk" and "Old Man" was here, the vehicle transporting Counterfeit Money in Binhai car accident also pointed here, and Bridge Village is also a well-known paper-making pollution village. When this clue emerged, the Provincial Police Headquarters in Anhui announced a thorough investigation of the whole village. The place where the Black Factory is everywhere should indeed be scanned. "According to the time, A Group arrived at the designated target, nineteen twenty..." "Second Group arrived at the designated target." "Group Three arrived..." "Group Six arrived, please give me the next order." Entire In the command channel, the sounds of the arrival of various garrison groups continued to be heard. In many lurking places, lights in the village could be seen, and the faint sound of dogs barking could be heard. At 19:30, an order to start the operation came out at any time. The team members who rushed towards the village from three directions opened a skirmish line. Sirens sounded in the distance, and several police cars surrounded this lawless place. A strict and solid decision. As the noise arose, the sounds of people, dogs barking, machines, and cars starting to get ready to escape could be heard... <div style="text-aliger;margin-bottom:30px"><a id="pb_shouye" .akxs6.odules article="" addbookcase.php?bid="5852&cid=3349402""> 《</a id="pb_shouye" .akxs6.odules></div style="text-aliger;margin-bottom:30px">
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