Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 200 The Truth That Can Never Be Reached
Since Chen Baiyu's Ultimate Biology account suddenly went viral on August 11th.

It wasn't just Chen Baiyu herself who received attention.

Li Jinsong also has his happy troubles.

His archery club, as the location of the most popular archery videos among the many videos of Ultimate Creature, immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The Zhulu Archery Club has also become a popular spot for online influencers to take photos.

of course.

It certainly wasn't very popular at first.

It's not to the point that ordinary people who live nearby come to watch the spectacle and then crowd outside the club, pointing and interfering with the training of regular members.

At most, people living in the neighborhood would occasionally mention his club.

It's even less likely that archery enthusiasts would come with a pilgrimage-like feeling, repeatedly circling the wall to observe it, their excited eyes filled with the awe of "Li Guang shooting the stone" reappearing in the world.

At most, a few familiar old friends in related fields called, curiously asking Li Jinsong to verify the details of what happened.

at this time.

Li Jinsong, with the tact and diplomacy of a vice president and boss, managed to maintain order and enthusiasm.

But wait until August 12th.

That's not quite right.

That day he was going out to buy two large screens.

Li Jinsong plans to hang them inside the museum: one will play the original surveillance footage from multiple angles without any cuts, while the other will play the edited video from Chen Baiyu's account.

Essentially, Li Jinsong wasn't just trying to ride the wave of this event; he genuinely felt like he was on a pilgrimage and couldn't help but record and share this astonishing arrow with the world.

However, it is unclear how his private phone number was leaked, as several small local news outlets called that day to request interviews.

I wanted to ask him, as a witness, what his feelings were about that earth-shattering arrow.

Even some unknown internet celebrities called, and I don't know how they got his contact information.

In short, the hype has clearly intensified.

Unlike Chen Baiyu, he didn't almost completely ignore everyone who wanted to contact him, so he felt slightly annoyed.

Although nothing has happened yet.

However, Li Jinsong felt that he had foreseen the future.

As the crowd surged.

The club's order will definitely fall apart, with many people joining who have no interest in archery, inevitably leading to constant complaints from existing members.

He himself will gradually become exhausted from dealing with it.

The repetitive questions, the noisy environment, and the interrupted daily routines made him, who regarded archery as an elegant art, increasingly irritable.

Li Jinsong could even imagine it.

In the future, many online celebrities, big and small, will be holding selfie sticks and fill lights, striking poses in front of the Hero Wall, trying to replicate or ride the wave of the "piercing the stars" phenomenon.

Just think about it.

He felt he wasn't ready to accept this wave of traffic and trends.

Or.

It will take at least two days to think and prepare how to handle this wave of traffic and popularity.

He is not short of money, but hopes to come up with a solution that satisfies all aspects while sacrificing the traffic economy.

and so.

He chose to close the museum on the third day.

After hanging up the sign that the business was closed for two days, he took his wife and children out for a walk to relax.

He wanted to distance himself from this wave of internet traffic.

It's not a complete escape.

Instead, they should temporarily slow down the time spent receiving traffic and deal with related matters after the hype has died down.

then.

On the afternoon of August 13th, near dusk.

A family of three was spotted picnicking and camping on the grass in Chengdu's Qinglong Lake Park.

That was Li Jinsong and his family.

They were not conspicuous on the crowded meadow.

It is just one of many families.

Li Jinsong's wife and children spread out a picnic mat and set up a small tent.

He himself instinctively looked towards the lake.

At this moment, there seems to be a group of people who look like scholars doing something on the lakeside and on the lake surface.
Perhaps they are investigating some kind of ecological environment?

Li Jinsong thought this way and didn't care about it.

He focused his attention more on the rest of the scenery.

You can see a gentle breeze blowing across the lake.

The setting sun bathed the grass in a warm gold, and in the distance stretched the city skyline. All that could be heard were the laughter of family members and the sounds of nature.

Li Jinsong took a deep breath and lay down on the mat.

Looking at the sky that was gradually turning dusky.

I felt as if my thoughts had been scattered by the evening breeze of Qinglong Lake.

Only tranquility remains.

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And on the same patch of grass.

Another campsite not too far from Li Jinsong's family.

Song Zhaoming, the captain of the criminal investigation team of Guangming Branch, was absentmindedly flipping the meat skewers on the grill.

Today is August 13th.

To fulfill his promise to his wife and son, he accompanied them on a camping and picnic trip to Qinglong Lake Park. He unusually left work early from the branch office, instead of continuing to work overtime at the office as usual.

now.

His wife was preparing cold dishes nearby.

My son chased after a kite on the grass with other children, laughing heartily.

This should have been a rare moment of relaxation.

But Song Zhaoming's brows remained slightly furrowed.

It doesn't look obvious.

But he did have a slightly furrowed brow.

And that's why he did it.

It was because he still couldn't forget the previous case, and clues from many cases that he couldn't figure out kept surfacing in his mind.

Before his death, the unscrupulous real estate agent Li Changhong's face was visibly contorted into a purplish-red color due to extreme fear and unknown severe stress...

The biological traces left at the scene were crystal clear, yet upon careful comparison, no such person could be found...

The two survivors described a black shadow as fast as a ghost and incredibly powerful...

Furthermore, as his investigation unfolded, a number of unsavory dealings and protective networks involving gray-area interests gradually surfaced...

These thoughts lingered in his mind like maggots clinging to his bones.

He wasn't much of a saint.

However, since they chose the path of a police officer, it means that they at least have the idea of ​​serving the people to some extent and are unwilling to let the guilty go unpunished.

but……

His experience in solving numerous cases seemed to be of little use this time.

The physical evidence analysis was clear but no match was found; the interpersonal relationship analysis revealed numerous enemies; the forensic report indicated a bizarre cause of death, suspected to be a new type of drug; and no eyewitness testimonies were obtained…

There seem to be many clues.

They can be compiled together.

Besides knowing that the murderer was extremely dangerous and cruel, the only other thing they knew was that Li Changhong's death was most likely caused by the use of an unknown drug.

There was no information pointing to any specific individual.

An effective breakthrough could not be found.

Even though the technical team is still working urgently to investigate a wider range of surveillance footage from earlier times.

But he realized that this was like finding a needle in a haystack.

So on the day the survivors were interrogated.

After pondering for a long time in the hospital's smoking area, Song Zhaoming decided to shift the investigation focus to "new types of drugs," which led the case into an even deeper quagmire.

Because the scope of this investigation is too broad.

There was simply no accurate approach to guide him in finding the truth.

He even consulted his old classmate Zhou Jianjun, who had just been transferred there, about this.

Zhou Jianjun has been quite the figurehead lately. I heard he was investigating the death of a street thug in Suining, and his investigation led him to a major drug lord. He then joined the anti-drug team on a major operation codenamed "Whale Hunt" at the border, capturing a ruthless character codenamed "Third Master" and making a significant contribution.

However, precisely because he had performed meritorious service and might attract the attention of drug traffickers, he was temporarily transferred to the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Chengdu Guangming Branch, where Song Zhaoming worked.

Ostensibly, it's a way to "retire" and avoid the limelight, but also to support this area.

Even experienced veteran detective Zhou Jianjun was at a loss when faced with his question.

Zhou Jianjun privately complained to Song Zhaoming that he felt this case was similar to when he was chasing drug lords, with seemingly clear clues but no one to be found.

"Dad! The meat's going to burn!"

The shout from his son pulled Song Zhaoming back from his reverie.

He hurriedly and frantically flipped the meat skewers to cover up his distraction.

His wife gave him a reproachful look.

Then they handed me a bottle of water.

Song Zhaoming gave an awkward laugh and then stopped thinking about work.

He took the water and drank a sip, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the shimmering lake surface.

at this time.

He noticed that in the center of the lake, there seemed to be a group of people wearing waterproof vests and carrying various instruments and equipment, who were busy at work.

It doesn't look like they're having fun; at least, it's different from the crowds camping on the grass.

Out of professional habit, and also to clear my head.

Song Zhaoming said to his wife, "I'll go see what they're doing over there."

Then he got up and walked towards the lake.

As he got closer, he could see that the people were putting detectors into the water, and some were writing and drawing in notebooks.

Song Zhaoming took out a cigarette case from his pocket and pulled out two cigarettes.

Light one yourself.

He walked over and offered another cigarette to one of the middle-aged scholars who looked like the person in charge: "Master, want to have a smoke and take a break? What kind of scientific research are you doing?"

The scholar waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke, but his attitude was very friendly: "Thank you, we don't smoke. We are from the city's Environmental Planning Research Institute."

Hear the words.

Song Zhaoming immediately put the cigarette he was smoking in his hand and stopped smoking.

The scholar smiled upon seeing this and continued, "The original plan was to conduct a comprehensive scientific expedition to Qinglong Lake later this year to provide data support for the municipal government's subsequent ecological management adjustments. However, a few days ago, we suddenly received reports from several enthusiastic citizens..."

"What report?"

Song Zhaoming asked a question out of curiosity.

Few people in this world can start working before planning.

The scholar paused, a helpless yet amused expression on his face: "They said they saw a 'dragon' in the lake! Of course, we know it can't be a real dragon. But we're worried, could some 'talented person' have released some rather large invasive alien creature here?"

"If this disrupts the ecological balance of the lake and interferes with our original planning adjustments, then we'll be in big trouble. So the leadership decided to start this year's scientific expedition ahead of schedule, focusing on checking for any abnormal invasive species."

The scholar's words sound reasonable.

Dragons certainly don't exist.

However, the aquatic animal that was mistaken for a dragon may not actually exist.

"Oh, that's how it is."

"Then we definitely need to start working earlier."

Song Zhaoming nodded, understanding what was going on.

There are indeed some people in this world who are passionate about releasing animals back into the wild.

They don't realize that because they've done so many bad things, they're resorting to any means necessary to accumulate merit through so-called animal release and exchange it for blessings.

Or it's simply because of stupidity.

In short, some people have become almost obsessed.

Releasing invasive alien species into the wild is considered normal.

Some people with mental problems put saltwater fish into freshwater and dead fish back into the river.

Some even release water into the water.

Yes, that's utter nonsense.

He had heard complaints from several of his colleagues who handled civil cases.

They took on a case about preventing the release of animals into the river, and at that time they encountered someone carrying several cases of mineral water and pouring them into the river one by one.

Think of this.

The scholars continued their busy work.

Song Zhaoming stopped disturbing them and turned to walk towards where his wife and children were camping.

On the road.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette he was holding.

The acrid smoke seemed to briefly numb my overworked nerves.

He looked at the busy research vessels and instruments on the lake, and then at the many families camping and playing on the grass.

But her thoughts drifted back to the crime scene shrouded in mystery.

Where should we begin with this case?

If a solution cannot be found, will it eventually become an unsolved case?

Things are not like they were decades ago.

Crime-solving techniques and resources have improved significantly, and most cases can be solved within a couple of days, even without much support.

The concept of unsolved cases has long been diminished.

He really didn't want to give up.

But as he gazed at the last rays of sunlight sinking into the distant mountains, he suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was even heavier than the setting sun.

sometimes.

It's not enough to just say you don't want to give up.

While I was thinking, my son came running over without me noticing.

"Dad! Look at this!"

As he spoke, he excitedly held up his phone screen and leaned close to Song Zhaoming: "Dad, look at this guy! He's amazing! He can shoot arrows! He can shoot a kettle through it and nail it to the wall! He's so cool!"

While talking.

You can clearly see the admiration in your son's eyes.

Song Zhaoming raised an eyebrow.

With such an outstanding criminal investigator as his father, who has solved numerous cases, his son rarely shows this kind of admiration to anyone other than him.

He was somewhat curious about who his son's new idol was.

So I looked down and saw a viral short video playing on my phone screen.

The protagonist is a young man.

In the video, he completed a series of actions with crisp and clean movements: drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, shooting at the moving target, and embedding the arrow in the wall.

He looks quite handsome.

It's really hard not to make young people admire them.

He seemed to have some recollection of this guy.

These past two days, it seems like the internet is flooded with clips and fan-made content featuring this guy.

and……

He felt that he had seen this man at West China Hospital a few days ago when he was investigating the case.

His excellent memory allowed him to vaguely recall some of what he had seen and heard in the past.

However, he didn't dwell on it or pay much attention to it.

Because his mind was still preoccupied with Li Changhong's bizarre death, he absentmindedly patted his son's head and said, "Hmm, he was pretty impressive..."

"Hurry up and help Mom prepare the dishes and chopsticks, look, the meat is almost done grilling."

Done.

His gaze once again fell upon the depths of the lake, where dusk was deepening, as if trying to pierce through the calm waters and see the truth hidden in the darkness.

But little did they know.

He had come close to the truth time and time again, only to miss it again.

Whether it's people you've met at the hospital or dragons.

Whether it's the case Zhou Jianjun is investigating or the person his son admires.

I've always been alone.

(End of this chapter)