Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 312 All pressed.

Several police officers were quite startled.

It's not that there are no fights or brawls in the area. As the saying goes, nine out of ten cases are scams. Merchants and customers often get into fights, or two groups of businessmen clash over disputes over profits. These things happen from time to time.

But rarely is it this tragic: just count, there are eight lying on the ground alone.

It's not that there aren't shady dealings; where there's light, there's darkness, and it's unavoidable everywhere. In the first two years, things were often worse and more tragic than this.

But let's get this straight, this isn't the first year or two; this is an Olympic year. And of all times, it happened right after the Olympics ended, just before National Day?
In an instant, the faces of the police officers turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The lead detective's face was no longer black, but bluish-black.

He pondered how to suppress the matter, his gaze fixed on the drunkard's face.

The latter was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, fixed on Lin Sicheng's back.

The detective gave a cold glance: "Who did this?"

Just as Jing Zeyang was about to step forward, Tang Nanyan narrowed her eyes.

He belatedly realized what was happening, twitched the corner of his mouth, and shut it.

Just as Xu Qin was about to say something, Lin Sicheng gave her a deep look, and Tang Nanyan also tugged at her sleeve.

She was startled: Tang Nanyan was one thing, but she was clearly up to no good. But Lin Sicheng's glance made Section Chief Xu's heart race.

It's as if they know what she's going to do, what she's thinking, and what roles the people in front of her are playing and what they'll do next.
It seems I absolutely cannot get involved in this mess today. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. Anyway, I won't be the one taking responsibility or getting punished.

Xu Qin sighed inwardly and loosened her grip on the pocket containing the police officer's ID.

Lin Sicheng, supported by Tang Nanyan, stood up: "It's me!"

The detective's face was cold: "Did you injure all these people?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "That's right, it's me!"

"Where's your accomplice?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: "No accomplices, it's just me!"

Where is the murder weapon?

Lin Sicheng chuckled and looked at the ground: "I forgot which one it is. Officer, could you please find it? The one with fingerprints on it is the one!"

That's exactly what I was waiting for: armed, assault, serious injury...

The detective breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "Take him back!"

really?

Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly, then smiled slightly: "Officer, shouldn't we go to the hospital first? You should ask around, and I should get treatment for my injuries..."

"You're a criminal suspect, trying to bargain with me?" The detective snorted. "It's alright, back at the station, I'll treat you slowly!"

"What if they bleed to death?"

"If I die, I'll go to jail!"

Lin Sicheng nodded and smiled: "Okay!"

The detective paused for a moment, his intuition telling him something was wrong: This kid was too calm, he could even laugh?
Did you hear me clearly? What I meant was: it's best to minimize the damage and resolve things peacefully, otherwise no one will benefit...

Of course, it's also possible that he was just a young man who was fearless and thought he had the upper hand, and with two police officers as witnesses, he was emboldened.

But even among colleagues, it depends on the bureau and the team. Two colleagues in technical inspection, let alone the section chief (Xu Qin), even if the team leader intervened, wouldn't have much say.

After a moment's thought, the detective rested his chin on his hand, and several of his subordinates stepped forward.

Upon closer inspection, although there was a lot of blood on his body, the injuries weren't very serious; they were mostly superficial wounds. According to procedure, treatment should be given first, followed by questioning.

But today's commotion is too big and the scene is too ugly. If a case is filed, everyone in the office, from top to bottom, will be implicated. It would be best to resolve this incident peacefully.

Even if a settlement cannot be reached, at most it will be handled as an ordinary public security case, with the maximum penalty being a fine or administrative detention.

Therefore, some pressure must be put on the parties involved: Yes, you were indeed injured, but the person you injured was also seriously injured. Both sides should take a step back, treat their own injuries, and at most pay some more money.

If you don't want things to end peacefully, fine, then you're a criminal suspect, and you can't escape a charge of assault...

He secretly imagined several policemen walking up to Lin Sicheng, and the detective giving him a wink: "Put him in handcuffs!"

Tang Nanyan's eyes widened, and just as she was about to say something, Lin Sicheng shook his head, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand.

The bones are quite hard.
The detective scoffed, "Ha! Put the handcuffs on!"

A policeman took out handcuffs and said earnestly, "Young man, don't be stubborn, and don't go looking for trouble! This is no small matter: you injured eight people, all seriously. If you're convicted, you'll get at least seven years in prison..."

Lin Sicheng chuckled: "Does the officer have X-ray vision? He can tell at a glance that all eight are seriously injured?"

This is a classic case of refusing a polite toast only to be forced to drink a penalty shot.

The two policemen exchanged a glance and grabbed his arm.

Lin Sicheng remained unmoved and expressionless, but Tang Nanyan couldn't take it anymore and stepped in front of Lin Sicheng: "Try handcuffing one of them?"

Not wanting to address her by her official title, Lin Sicheng nudged her foot with his toe: "Stop messing around, move aside!"

He doesn't have the habit of forcing himself to endure hardship, nor does he have a penchant for self-torture.

But this detective is definitely a key figure; he knows a lot. The more mistakes he makes now, the heavier the responsibility will be, and in the end, regardless of whether he did it or not, it will all fall on his head.

The more serious the crime, the more readily he confessed.

So from the very beginning, Lin Sicheng was leading him astray...

Tang Nanyan didn't budge: "I didn't cause any trouble!"

She knew what Lin Sicheng wanted to do, but while Lin Sicheng could endure the pain, she couldn't. Let alone being handcuffed, just looking at the injuries on Lin Sicheng's body made her heart ache.

Tang Nanyan said coldly, propping her chin up with her hand: "If you dare to handcuff me, I'll put you on TV tomorrow!"

The police officers were stunned for a moment, then turned around in unison.

Jing Zeyang was trembling with excitement, thinking, "Hurry up and handcuff me. The faster you handcuff me today, the faster you'll be able to take off my clothes tomorrow."

But then his face darkened: This woman is out of her mind, how could she betray her comrades?

Tang Nanyan's reminder made the police officers realize belatedly that the young man was standing right next to them, secretly taking pictures with his phone in his hand.

The detective's face changed, and he rushed over to snatch it.

Jing Zeyang jumped, pointing his finger and yelling, "Don't come any closer... My dad works at the Energy Bureau, and my second uncle works at the Ministry of Culture..."

I don't believe you for a second.

Even if your dad works for the State Council, he'd still snatch this phone away today.

Seeing that things were going wrong, Jing Zeyang turned and ran. But just as he turned around, there was a "squeak".

A Santana and two riot control vehicles swerved along the wall and turned into the storage area. They stopped behind the police car at the police station, and with a series of thuds, more than twenty riot police officers jumped out.

Yan Wenjing got out of the car and looked at the scene before him, his face turning pale and then red.

Just an hour ago, he was still laughing at Lin Sicheng: "He has a very calm personality, but he's too timid."

In a peaceful year, in the most virtuous place, where would there be so many demons and monsters?
But the problem is, something he thought was absolutely impossible actually happened?
And this happened an hour after Lin Sicheng had specifically reminded him and asked him for help.
Just thinking about it made Yan Wenjing so angry she wanted to vomit blood; she wished she could shoot all of them on the ground...

Just as he was gritting his teeth, Jing Zeyang slipped away behind him. The armed police officers beside him were about to restrain him, but Yan Wenjing waved his hand.

The detective arrived shortly after, looking astonished: "Captain Yan!"

The two were familiar with each other as they frequently handled cases in this area, but Yan Wenjing didn't even greet him before quickly walking over.

As he walked, he glanced around a few times, secretly wondering: Jing Zeyang had said on the phone that the other side had seventeen or eighteen people, all of them fat and strong, carrying both knives and guns.

How did Lin Sicheng and Tang Nanyan manage to fight like this?
But he no longer had time to ask.

"Teacher Lin, how are you?"

Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "It's just a superficial injury!"

"It's my fault, it's all my fault... I'll take you to the hospital first!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Thank you!"

Yan Wenjing arrived a little early.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the leader, Brother Jiu, isn't dead, this detective won't get away.

Yan Wenjing turned his head again: "Nan Yan, how are you?"

Tang Nanyan remained expressionless and said calmly, "I'm not injured!"

Yan Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief: as long as this young lady is alright, there is still hope to salvage the situation.

He quickly realized that the detective was approaching again, his face pale.

Even if he's stupid, he can tell that the person who got injured today probably has some kind of background.

Otherwise, Yan Wenjing wouldn't have arrived so quickly, and with so many people: this clearly shows he used personal connections.

But no matter how prestigious their background, they still have to struggle, or they're truly doomed...

"Captain Yan, this case was the first one our station took on today!" He forced a smile, his face contorted, and pointed, "With so many injured people, we have to ask around first..."

Yan Wenjing suppressed his anger, and a "roll" came to his lips: "Ask your mother, ask her! Do you even know who this old lady is?"
Why aren't you rushing to get her to the hospital? Are you waiting for her family to come and pick her up in a military vehicle?
Or do you think I'm blind, or that this is my first day as a police officer?

You don't know their background, and you want to settle things, to make a big deal out of it, that's fine. Wanting to scare them with handcuffs is also understandable, but damn it, don't actually handcuff them!

Once these handcuffs are on you, you're in deep trouble.

Are Lin Sicheng's blood and injuries painted on?

And all these knives, cripples, and the totaled van—you all pretend you can't see them?

You knew perfectly well that this was a victim, yet you blatantly arrested him as a suspect. I've been a policeman for over ten years, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it.

Yan Wenjing said coldly, "It's not too late to ask at the hospital!"

Is this a complete lack of consideration?

The detective knew he was insignificant and had no say in front of Yan Wenjing; he knew he wouldn't be able to take this person away today.

Fortunately, the initiative remains. Yan Wenjing did not say he would take over the case directly, so he still has room to maneuver.

As long as the drunkard keeps his mouth shut and Magan pulls some quick action, this whole thing won't be a big deal...

He pondered to himself, then looked at Jing Zeyang: "Captain Yan, please help me out. Your friend took a picture of me handcuffing him!" Yan Wenjing nodded: "Were he handcuffed or not?"

The detective was taken aback: "Of course I wasn't handcuffed!"

"What did you say?"

It seems like they didn't say anything?
It was just a subtle hint to the kid, telling him to downplay the issue and let it go...

The detective suddenly realized: Wasn't it the injured person who was connected?

It could be the guy taking the photo, or it could be the female colleague who said, "Try handcuffing me," but whichever it is, as long as someone with connections is unharmed, that's enough.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Captain Yan!"

You should thank me for sending it, right?

How many brain-dead drugs would I have to take to go crazy and take the blame for you guys?
Lin Sicheng probably doesn't have much of a background. Although he's Wang Qizhi's student, they're not close relatives. Even if he does intervene, he probably won't be too harsh; he'll likely be more lenient.

But Tang Nanyan, from three generations of her family, had more than twenty men with the surname Tang, and she was the only girl. From childhood to adulthood, she was spoiled beyond measure.

In the end, he was chased and slashed by a group of thugs?
Even if she were completely unharmed, without losing a single hair, she would still be a handful for you all.

Want a phone too? If I ask Jing Zeyang for that phone today, I'll have to join your gang.

The saying goes, "Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for yourself..."

He was too lazy to argue with this idiot, so he helped Lin Sicheng walk towards the car.

As soon as he opened the car door, Yan Wenjing's pupils contracted.

With another screech, two cars drove into the alley. One was a Hongqi, the other a Cheetah, both with military license plates.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a burly man in a jacket jumped out and rushed over like a madman.

As if she had found her pillar of support, Tang Nanyan grinned and burst into tears: "Brother..."

"Don't cry...don't cry..." The burly man was at a loss, as if looking at a piece of porcelain, not daring to touch it or move it. "Yan'er, where are you hurt...where are you hurt!"

"No injury, but just a tiny bit..." Tang Nanyan pointed to her waist, "A foot-long sharp knife grazed past my clothes... If it weren't for Teacher Lin, it would have stabbed me in..."

Jing Zeyang, standing to the side, was stunned.

He wasn't shocked that Tang Nanyan had almost been stabbed; it was indeed a close call that had startled him. But since Tang Nanyan was unharmed and so much time had passed, he wasn't still that afraid.

To Jing Zeyang's surprise, this woman could actually cry?

No... even if you're faking it, shouldn't you at least try to make it convincing, at least squeeze out a few tears? But Tang Nanyan, all she can do is wail.

But his brother fell for it; his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth.

Then, a man in his fifties got out of the Hongqi car. He was dressed very plainly, in a black jacket, white shirt, dress pants and black leather shoes.

Yan Wenjing was startled and immediately stood at attention.

Just as she was about to give a salute, the man waved his hand and looked Tang Nanyan up and down.

The howling stopped abruptly, and Tang Nanyan lowered her head, saying, "Uncle!"

The man didn't speak, but looked at it carefully, and then looked at Lin Sicheng.

His gaze was gentle. He nodded slightly, then looked at the police, the injured being carried into the car, the knives and steel pipes scattered on the ground, and the wrecked Jinbei van.

Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Sicheng: "Thank you!"

Lin Sicheng didn't immediately understand this person's background, but simply smiled and said, "You're too kind!"

"Nan Jin, get in my car, I'll take Teacher Lin to the hospital. Nan Yan, you ride with me in the Cheetah... Hmm, the Jing family's kid is coming too!"

Tang Nanyan lowered her eyes and followed obediently behind, not daring to lift her head.

Jing Zeyang felt his legs go weak.

At the time, Tang Nanyan said she wanted to call her uncle, but Jing Zeyang thought he definitely couldn't come; at most, he would send someone else. For example, her second brother, the burly man who helped Lin Sicheng into the car.

But to my surprise, he actually came?
Jing Zeyang had met him twice.

Once, during junior high school, he was so angry after being beaten that he called his cousin to confront Tang Nanyan. As a result, the two brothers got their heads smashed by Tang Nanyan, and when Tang's uncle led Tang Nanyan to his house to apologize...

Another time, during our senior year of high school, my cousin, Jing Suxin, was being bullied, and Tang Nanyan stood up for her. Jing Zeyang accompanied my cousin, my second uncle, and my second aunt to express their gratitude.

It happened only twice, but both times I felt that Uncle Tang had a very strong aura. He sat there motionless and didn't say a word; just a glance from him was enough to make people feel uneasy.

Today's events had nothing to do with him, but Jing Zeyang was still afraid, inexplicably afraid. Even if Tang Nanyan beat him up, he wouldn't want to sit with Uncle Tang.

But would you dare not go?
He felt a chill run down his spine and glared fiercely at Tang Nanyan.

How could Tang Nanyan possibly have time to care about that?

She kept stealing glances at her uncle's back, thinking to herself: My uncle and second brother are here, but my parents haven't even made a phone call?

This was clearly a warning from his uncle.

Is this a terrible day?

But she doesn't regret it...

The two cars made a U-turn and drove out of the alley, their red and black license plates particularly glaring.

Through the glass, you could see that besides the driver, there were other people sitting inside the car. But regardless of who they were, including the driver, they all had buzz cuts and were dressed casually.

Combined with the license plate of the armed police vehicle, the detective's face turned pale, and he felt his throat go dry.

"Captain Yan... Captain Yan, this is... whose car is this?"

How can you not see such a big "WJ"?

Of course, they only wear the armed police badge normally; when necessary, they can wear any badge.

They were all in plainclothes, yet strikingly uniform; the leaders weren't riding in Audis, but in Hongqi cars. Combining these factors, almost any police officer in Beijing could guess: the young man in black on Tiananmen Square belonged to this unit.

He was both a soldier and a policeman, and the Public Security Bureau also had jurisdiction over him, which is why Yan Wenjing saluted.

He gave the detective a strange look: "A leader is a leader, but it's not Tang Nanyan who's injured, so why are you so scared?"
The detective's lips trembled.

He wasn't unsure what to say; he was simply too terrified to speak: it was no longer a question of who was injured.

When the leaders of the security unit arrived at the scene, the nature of the case had completely changed: no matter who did it, today's events would inevitably be thoroughly investigated...

The police officers nearby were startled: How did things suddenly escalate to such a big level?

After thinking for a moment, one of them looked at Yan Wenjing and said, "It's just bad luck. It's like we were being haunted by a ghost. We had just received a call and left the station when we got into a car accident on the way and were stuck in traffic for more than ten minutes."

Yan Wenjing looked suspicious: "More than ten minutes... how long did it take to get here?"

"It was about twenty minutes after Section Chief Xu made the call to the detective!"

"Twenty minutes?" Yan Wenjing looked up and glanced at the road. "Your office is only a few hundred meters away from here. Why didn't you walk here instead of driving?"

The police officer glanced at the detective: "The two sides started fighting, and it wasn't good to just leave them alone. We figured it was just a regular brawl, so we took a shortcut..."

Yan Wenjing's eyelids twitched uncontrollably: "Screw you, what a coincidence!"
Looking at the detective's face, which was as white as paper, Yan Wenjing understood everything: what fighting, what car accident, it was all bullshit.

That son of a bitch is up to something.

Looking back: No wonder he didn't care about people, vehicles, or whether anyone was injured when he arrived. He used intimidation and threats to force people to downplay the seriousness of the matter and then let it go.
No wonder he reacted so strongly after finding out that Jing Zeyang had taken the photos secretly.

The more Yan Wenjing thought about it, the darker his face became: Lin Sicheng hadn't guessed wrong at all?
Thinking of this, Yan Wenjing suddenly realized: "Zhang Bojun, take them away... take them all, dead or alive, and send another team to guard the hospital... Liu Hao, take control of the scene, handcuff anyone who moves..."

The detective snapped out of his daze and exclaimed, "Captain Yan, are you trying to steal the case?"

"I'll steal your mother! Of all people to screw over, you have to screw over your own brother?"

Yan Wenjing kicked the detective, sending him sprawling. "Even at this point, you bastard, you're still thinking about protecting them? Even if you let them take the people away, what the hell can you do? Kill them all?"

With each sentence he spoke, the detective's face paled a little more, as if he had applied powder.

Yan Wenjing turned around and looked at the others: "When the car accident happened, wasn't it that bastard Chen Yongzhi who got out of the car first to deal with the accident case? Wasn't it also that bastard who said: 'This is just a normal fight, it'll be fine if it's a little later'?"

The police officers hesitated, speechless, and looked at each other in bewilderment.

When the police arrived at the scene, Detective Zhao got out of the car first to deal with the accident in order to buy time, which is why he didn't let them walk this way.
No... that car accident was definitely not accidental.

Several policemen stared wide-eyed at the detective sitting on the ground, his face filled with despair and utter despair, wishing they could rush over and punch him a few times: This bastard has screwed us over…

Yan Wenjing's face darkened: A bunch of idiots.

I'm an idiot myself.

Just as he was gritting his teeth, his phone rang. He glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat.

It's the captain.

He's not a detachment leader, but a chief commander.

He quickly answered the phone: "Captain!"

"Yan Wenjing, are you in Panjiayuan?"

"Yes, Captain! An assault has occurred here. We arrived after the police station... but I've already taken control of the scene with my team and am about to report to the team!"

"Well done!" the captain praised. "No need to report, I'll give you the order: press all the buttons!"

"Captain, we've apprehended the suspect, and all the injured have been taken to the hospital!"

"I'm not talking about the criminals, but the ones in this whole area!" The captain's tone was serious. "Don't understand?"

Yan Wenjing could certainly understand it, otherwise he wouldn't have kicked the detective so hard.

The captain knew he was capable of thinking things through; otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so decisively, taking control of the scene before the police arrived.

He snapped to attention: "Captain, I understand!"

With a beep, the phone hung up.

Yan Wenjing, his face cold, glanced around and said, "It's the captain's call. Be smart and don't make things difficult for the brothers!"

The police officers looked pale: They were unaware of the situation and had not participated in it, so it wasn't a big problem; at most, they would receive a disciplinary action.

So no one moved, and no one tried to argue; they obediently got into the riot control vehicle.

After personally handcuffing the detective, Yan Wenjing gritted his teeth and kicked him hard, yelling, "Fuck your mother!"

I've been screwed over by that bastard...

(End of this chapter)