Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 146 Blade

To be honest, Wei Qingsong hadn't really paid attention to this question before. She asked, "Why?"

“There was one before, six years older than me. I was commended for my merit in a major case and my performance was always good. After the old captain was transferred to the provincial department, everyone thought he would become the captain. Unexpectedly, I was promoted to captain by special circumstances. He was not satisfied and fought with me. Then he was transferred by Director Wang. Later, no suitable person was found to fill the vacancy, so it has been vacant ever since.”

His tone was very casual, as if he were telling someone else's story.

He didn't use any emotional words, but Wei Qingsong suddenly felt a pang of sadness, as if in that instant she personally experienced the hardships he had endured over the years.

To reach this position at such a young age, he must have paid a heavy price and endured a great deal.

He was a criminal investigation team leader who was not yet thirty years old. It was easy to imagine that there must be many voices from the outside world that were either mocking, disdainful, or indignant.

Those people will never truly think about why he is in this position and not someone else.

Whoever achieves great merit should rightfully be revered by all. Such a simple truth has been obscured and forgotten by jealousy and suspicion.

Wei Qingsong took a deep breath, then smiled brightly and asked casually, "So, did you win or lose?"

Lu Jingming lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "Of course I won, how could I lose?"

Wei Qingsong pursed her lips and asked casually, "Why don't you hide your shortcomings and make things easier for yourself?"

Although he only uttered the word "meritorious service" lightly, how could she not know that a criminal police officer's merits were earned by risking his life?

Merit isn't like cabbage in the market, sold by weight. It's something only those who have fought face-to-face with vicious criminals deserve.

"Didn't you hear what Director Tong said? It's because I'm too ambitious." He chuckled lightly, making fun of himself, but his gaze remained fixed on her profile.

Actually, it's so that we can stand higher and protect the ones we love.

In that case, Director Tong wasn't wrong to say that he was too ambitious.

However, he didn't need to say these things to her; he didn't want to put any pressure on her.

Upon seeing those familiar figures in the reception room, Wei Qingsong fell silent, while Lu Jingming's expression became even more unfathomable.

Shen Yutong sat upright on the sofa, her hands wrapped in thick gauze and hanging down on her knees, looking like she was injured.

Beside him, Wen Ye whispered to him, his expression seemingly resentful.

On the opposite side, in a corner of the sofa far away, Shen Fu sat with an unusually dignified air.

Hmm... wait, why is Shen Fu here too?

Wei Qingsong suddenly widened her eyes and looked in Shen Fu's direction.

As if sensing her intense gaze, Shen Fu turned her head, saw Wei Qingsong, and forced a guilty smile.

Wen Ye immediately stood up, took a few steps forward, and with exaggerated gestures and expressions, shouted, "Captain Lu, Advisor Wei, you must find the murderer who hurt our Yu Tong! He's a writer, and now his hand is injured like this, it's simply outrageous!"

Wei Qingsong raised her hand to signal Wen Ye to calm down, then glanced at Shen Yutong and asked, "Don't get agitated. Tell us what happened, okay?"

Wen Ye touched his forehead with his hand, seemingly calming down, and slowed down his speech: "This morning, Yu Tong received an anonymous letter. Unexpectedly, there was a sharp blade stuck in the letter, and he accidentally cut his hand."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingsong understood why Shen Yutong's hands were wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

If a blade gets stuck to the opening of an envelope, it could easily injure the recipient, and the severity of the injury would depend on how the recipient opens the envelope and with what force.

Wen Ye was furious: "Moreover, the blade was rusty! This is absolutely outrageous! If it gets tetanus, it could lead to amputation!"

Wei Qingsong frowned, his expression grave: "That was indeed very serious. Have you checked the surveillance footage?"

"Isn't it a coincidence? The community's surveillance cameras are under maintenance, so we can't find anything." Wen Ye said angrily, hands on his hips, his face full of righteous indignation.

“Could it be that it was sent by a reader of Deep Eyes? This reader might live in their neighborhood, so they took advantage of the security camera maintenance to send this letter with a razor blade,” Wei Qingsong calmly analyzed for him.

“How could it be a reader? Yutong hasn’t written anything particularly offensive lately. If it were really a reader, why would they use such a vicious method? If Yutong’s hand is really seriously injured, then he won’t be able to write anymore.” Wen Ye immediately rejected this speculation.

He then added, "However, it's quite possible that the mail carrier is in their neighborhood."

Shen Yutong interjected, "Actually, it's nothing. It might just be a reader's malicious joke. There's no need to bother the police officer."

"It's malicious, not a joke." Wen Ye frowned and corrected him, determined to get to the bottom of it. "Today a razor blade hurt your hand, what if they send you a bomb tomorrow?"

Lu Jingming said quietly, "You can rest assured about that. The Tangzhou police are not so incompetent as to be unable to control dangerous explosives."

Wen Ye: "..."

"It makes sense."

Life isn't a police thriller; bombs are actually quite difficult to obtain.

He cleared his throat and said seriously, "In short, I hope the police can find out who wanted to harm Yutong."

Shen Fu, who had been unusually silent all along, suddenly raised her phone and said loudly, "Come and see, I think I know why Deep Pupil received so many razor blades."

The group quickly took her phone, and on the webpage was a post that had over 10,000 views.

The title is: Chinese youth are being ruined by novels!

The accompanying image is horrifying: a bloodied hand clinging to a glass window.

Wei Qingsong skimmed through it; the content was roughly about denouncing the mental and physical effects of novels, which he considered spiritual opium, on teenagers, and directly targeting Shen Tong. The article also cited data on the rising suicide rate among young people in recent years.

Lu Jingming called in a cyber police officer and asked him to check the IP address of the post.

It turns out that the person who posted the message was a family member of one of the victims in the previous suicide video.

Wei Qingsong sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

The case is already very complicated. Isn't releasing such false information at this time just making things worse?
Indeed, the pain of losing a loved one is something that others should fully understand.

However, it was indeed inappropriate to publish such a highly suggestive post online before the case was even clear, which led to Shen Yutong receiving malicious attacks from the outside world.

The passage about Shen Tong that was listed in the article with great seriousness was the same passage that Wei Qingsong had seen in Li Linlu's book before, which was a description of the death of a supporting character.

The entire passage describes death in great detail, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)