You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 76 His Unwillingness to Accept It!
"Yang Jinwen, come here."

He was just about to go to the car to check the scene when he was suddenly spotted by Wen Mo.

Zheng Kang nodded thoughtfully, "Why are you looking at me when Captain Wen asked you to go?"

When did I look at you? ... Yang Jinwen thought to himself, wasn't it you who was glaring at me?
At this moment, Wen Mo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"In June, Director Yang and I both reviewed the case files of the two cases that your Chengbei branch solved, and you performed admirably."

You already received a third-class merit award, but the commendation hasn't been officially announced yet. This time, we're applying for a collective third-class merit award for your Chengbei branch.

Looking at the handsome older man in front of him, Yang Jinwen thought, "He really is handsome. No wonder Wen Ling is so beautiful."

He humbly replied, "This is all thanks to the excellent teaching of the leaders of our Chengbei Branch."

"Really?" Wen Mo smiled.

Yang Guochang walked over with his hands behind his back and asked, "Is your father Yang Dachuan, the deputy director of An'nan Steel Plant?"

Yang Jinwen answered honestly, "He has already resigned."

Yang Guochang nodded: "I know your dad. We've had drinks together a few times. He's an exceptionally good ballroom dancer. Our city secretary, Comrade Zhang Chunxia, ​​mentioned him yesterday."

He was too reckless. After the steel plant was restructured, his position would not be changed at all; he would remain a state-owned enterprise cadre.

Even if he were transferred to the district level, he would still have some official position. Why did he choose to go to Shenzhen to start a business?

It wasn't because he had undermined the factory director's position... Yang Jinwen dared not reveal the reason.

Yang Guochang nodded and said, "Since we're on the same side, I won't stand on ceremony. Because of your father's connections, I'll give you a chance. Would you like to work at the Municipal Bureau?"

Upon hearing this, He Jinbo and Zheng Kang, who were standing to the side, turned pale. If the Municipal Bureau took the person away, how would they explain it to Lu Shaohua?

Yang Jinwen has been performing admirably lately, becoming more composed and calm than before, unlike his previous impulsive behavior.

Add to that the halo of being a top student, being tall and handsome, and having such amazing case-solving abilities, and he's bound to get promoted sooner or later.

Everyone knows that he has a bright future ahead of him. If he is transferred after only working at the North City Branch for a month, he will have no sense of belonging to North City.

If he doesn't feel a sense of belonging, how will these old guys in the North City Branch advance if he rises to prominence?

For example, Yang Guochang was transferred from the Chengnan Branch to the Municipal Bureau. The support he provided to Chengnan was immense, often making the Chengbei Branch envious.

He Jinbo was so angry that his teeth itched. He whispered to Zheng Kang, "You old bastard, I told you to be nicer to him, but you wouldn't listen!"

If they want a gun, just give them one! It's no big deal!

Now look at his face, he's hesitant. If he agrees, what will we do in the future?
Are these younger generations going to rely on cats to support us in our old age?

Zheng Kang rolled his eyes: "Didn't you repeatedly tell him not to carry a gun? Now you're blaming me?!"

As the two were whispering, Yang Jinwen looked up and replied sincerely, "Thank you for your guidance, Director Yang. I would like to gain more experience at the grassroots level."

Hearing this, Yang Guochang showed no disappointment. Instead, he smiled and said, "Alright, young man, not bad."

He Jinbo was overjoyed and patted Zheng Kang on the shoulder.

"Look at his awareness, look at his level of thinking. I, as the brigade leader, am popular. Little Yang wants to work for me. This kid is promising!"

Zheng Kang brushed his hand away: "Get lost, have some shame!"

Wen Mo looked at Yang Jinwen thoughtfully and instructed, "Xiao Yang, I heard from Captain He that you were the one who drew the sketch based on the eyewitness testimony in the 6*14 case and identified the suspect."

You've seen the situation in this case today. Can we draw sketches of the two criminals in the car?

Yang Jinwen nodded: "Captain Wen, I will do my best." Wen Mo clapped his hands, gathered everyone together, and began to assign tasks.

The driver, Zhao Xiangrong, was led to sit in the back seat of a police car.

Yang Jinwen asked the technical team for some sketching paper and pencils and sat in the passenger seat.

He Jinbo and Zheng Kang sat on the left and right sides, with Zhao Xiangrong sandwiched in the middle.

Yang Jinwen didn't start asking questions because these two old guys clearly considered Zhao Xiangrong a suspect.

Sure enough, Zheng Kang, like an alligator surfacing, opened his mouth wide and threw out a question.

They asked questions such as: How long have you been working at the bus station? Where do you live? How many people are in your family? Where does your wife work? Where do your children go to school?

After asking about daily life—which was essentially applying maximum pressure—they then moved on to the robbery case.

Zheng Kang kept checking the details Zhao Xiangrong had just mentioned, and even took notes.

Zhao Xiangrong repeated it three times, and while the differences weren't significant, some details didn't match.

For example, how many guns did these five robbers have?

Zhao Xiangrong was initially quite certain that there were at least two guns, but then he said there were three, and he couldn't be sure anymore.

But he assured that the assailant only fired one shot.

This is not a problem, because at this moment, the police are questioning the passengers on the bus one by one; these are all eyewitnesses.

Seeing that Zhao Xiangrong was not a strong suspect, He Jinbo and his men handed the man over to Yang Jinwen and called Maozi to keep an eye on him.

Yang Jinwen nodded to Zhao Xiangrong: "Mr. Zhao, let's begin. Tell me, what do those two people who showed their faces look like?"

Zhao Xiangrong's previously muddled mind had been awakened by the two old men, and his mood gradually calmed down, so he was now extremely clear-headed.

There's nothing I can do if you're not clear-headed; it's obvious you're starting to doubt yourself.

If these criminals aren't found, the police will definitely investigate his family history for three generations.

"Okay, officer, go ahead and ask."

Yang Jinwen paused for a moment before asking, "My first question is, were the two thugs in the car wearing makeup?"

"what?"

Cat repeated from the side, "Asking if you're wearing makeup means you're disguised."

“This…” Zhao Xiangrong frowned, unable to answer.

"Alright, let's begin." Yang Jinwen stopped dwelling on the issue and began to focus on sketching based on Zhao Xiangrong's description.

This took a long time; he still hadn't finished drawing even after noon.

During this time, Yang Jinwen went to relieve himself. When he passed the bus, he saw that two bodies had been carried off the bus and placed on a white sheet laid on the road.

One of the bodies was Qian Dong, the driver who was traveling with the vehicle, and another was a man wearing a white shirt.

The man's white shirt was completely stained with blood, and his shoulders, chest, and thighs were covered in horrifying knife wounds.

Zheng Kang walked over and stood next to Yang Jinwen, saying, "We found his ID card and teacher's certificate on him. His name is Dong Jun. He was the one who resisted this group of thugs and was killed by them. He was slashed eight times, all with slash wounds."

Everyone on the bus was robbed, except for his wallet, which was still in his pocket. Perhaps the robbers thought his blood was too dirty and didn't search him.

Yang Jinwen pursed his lips and looked at the man's face. His eyes were filled with despair, and even in death, his expression conveyed three words: unwillingness!
(End of this chapter)