I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 139 Speculations on the Fake Medicine Case

When the topic of cracking down on prostitution came up, not only did Da Baojian's friend feel uneasy, but Sun Lang's other two friends also looked uneasy, clearly having frequented such places themselves.

Some people keep these things to themselves and enjoy them secretly.

Han Ling noticed this and didn't continue the topic. They were all men; if they really arrested everyone, the entire detention center in Qingchang wouldn't be able to hold them all, and they would all have to sleep on the ground in the courtyard.

After finishing a bottle of beer, Han Ling casually mentioned Sun Lang's father, which was the reason he had come to see Sun Lang.

He is curious and has a hard-to-change habit of meddling in other people's business; he can't stay still.

A case personally followed up by the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division is definitely not a minor case.

"Where does he work? In a pharmaceutical factory, as a cook. Why are you bringing him up?" Sun Lang asked, puzzled as to why the other person was suddenly asking about his father.

It has been almost a year since my father passed away, and he has slowly come to terms with it, with little emotional fluctuation.

People should always look forward. Right now, he only has four words on his mind: his sister and making money. Nothing else matters.

"Just asking, just chatting," Han Ling said with a smile. He knew Sun Lang's father was a chef, but didn't know where he worked. "The branch office's investigation concluded it was suicide?"

Sun Lang ate his food and said, "Yes."

Han Ling: "Which pharmaceutical company?"

Sun Lang: "Kang He".

Han Ling retrieved his memory: "The one in Languang District?"

Sun Lang nodded: "Mm."

Han Ling: "How's the income?"

If Sun Lang's father is involved in illegal or criminal activities, his motive is most likely money, which is beyond doubt.

Sun Lang thought for a moment and replied, "Well... okay, I remember there was always a lot of cash at home back then. I would steal a few bills every time I saw it, otherwise I wouldn't have had money to go to the arcade every day when I was a kid."

"Sigh, money can be a killer."

Han Ling: "You really know how to save face. What does this have to do with money?"

Sun Lang: Just kidding, I was young back then and couldn't help it. Come on, let's drink!

The two clinked glasses, and Han Ling casually took out his phone and searched. A news article popped up.

[Involving tens of millions of yuan! Qingchang police, in a joint operation, completely dismantled a major counterfeit drug production den!]

Han Ling clicked on it and saw Kang He's name.

Kanghe Pharmaceuticals no longer exists; this matter happened many years ago.

Sun Lang's father worked as a cook at Kanghe Pharmaceutical.

Kanghe Pharmaceutical is suspected of producing counterfeit drugs.

Sun Lang's father committed suicide.

Are these three things related? It can't be a coincidence, right?
If there is any connection, Kanghe Pharmaceutical has already been shut down, so why is the Criminal Investigation Division still investigating?

There's only one possibility: the case isn't over.

Kanghe Pharmaceutical was raided, but the case is not closed. Either there are still suspects at large, or the mastermind behind it has escaped justice and is still at large.

The Criminal Investigation Division suspects that Sun Lang's father was killed to silence him.

Why were they silenced? Because Sun Lang's father knew something.

But... it's been a long time since the cover-up; several years have passed.

With too many clues missing and too many questions remaining, Han Ling couldn't figure it out for a while.

Recalling Sun Lang's father's suicide note, which mentioned the word "poison," now that I think about it, he probably meant "fake medicine" rather than "poison."

He dared not explicitly write the words "fake medicine," and could only leave something in the form of a normal will. It would be good if it was useful, but it didn't matter if it wasn't.

Han Ling guessed that it might be instigating suicide.

He threatened the lives of his wife and children, forcing Sun Lang's father to commit suicide.

"He might not take action himself... perhaps he's worried that murder would be too troublesome, and suicide is the safest option. Or maybe he's just too afraid to do it. Making counterfeit medicine is for profit, and there's no need to get his hands dirty," Han Ling thought to himself.

It's that simple?
The captain of the first brigade of the criminal investigation division personally staked out the location, just to investigate a closed fake drug case?
Is this really necessary? Why not just send a few experienced detectives?

Is the provincial department about to establish a Food, Drug and Environmental Crime Investigation Team (食药环境侦查部队) as a warm-up, with various cities focusing on cracking down on related crimes?
"What are you thinking about? Drink up." Sun Lang continued pouring the wine.

Han Ling glanced at him and picked up her wine glass.

This matter must not be known to Sun Lang. Given his personality, who knows what he might do if he finds out that his father's death was suspicious.

Originally, he wanted to ask more detailed questions about Sun Lang's father, such as where he had been before and after his suicide, who he had met, and whether there had been any unusual occurrences, but he held back at that moment.

Sun Lang isn't stupid; if he asks too many questions, he'll probably start to have doubts.

A policeman suddenly showing concern for his father's suicide and asking detailed questions cannot be explained by mere "casual conversation."

After a few rounds of drinks, Sun Lang became quite drunk and inquired about Han Ling's love life.

When are you and Dr. Xu getting married?

Han Ling: "What?"

Sun Lang: "I'll give you a gift, I guarantee it'll be a big red envelope, a super big one, so you don't have to worry about anything going wrong."

"The longer the night, the more likely things are to go wrong?" Han Ling asked suspiciously. "Why do you say that?"

He understood that it might be for Sun Qing's sake.

Is this girl really interested in me? The suspension bridge effect is deadly.

Being too handsome isn't always a good thing. Sun Lang: "Uh... haha, it's okay, it's okay, I misspoke."

Han Ling didn't expose her, and said, "Tell your sister to study hard and try to get into Peking University, or even Tsinghua or Peking University."

Didn't your dad say he wanted Sun Qing to leave Qingchang, to go far away from it?

Sun Lang was slightly taken aback, then his eyes lit up: "That's right, how come I didn't think of that? Tsinghua and Peking University are great, Tsinghua and Peking University are great, I have to go to Tsinghua and Peking University, stay far away, stand higher and see further, stand higher and see better."

"What does she know about this wretched place? She doesn't understand anything."

Han Ling's face darkened.

What does "better" mean?

Go ahead and insult me.

"Come on, let's keep drinking!" Sun Lang was in a good mood.

Having decided not to ask any more questions, Han Ling didn't linger. After finishing the last bottle of beer, he said goodbye and left.

Watching the bicycle disappear into the distance, his friend said, "Brother Lang, you and Officer Han seem to get along quite well. What if something happens in the future..."

“Shut up,” Sun Lang interrupted. “Don’t even think about it. He’s not the kind of cop who takes money to do things. He’ll easily get himself into trouble. Get rid of this idea as soon as possible.”

My friend, looking annoyed, poured himself a drink.

The group continued drinking.

They won't leave until one or two in the morning.

The evenings are when I truly belong to myself. I can do whatever I want, relax and enjoy myself. Then, when I open my eyes in the morning, it's another busy day.

That's how the motivation to stay up late comes about.

Han Ling returned to his rented room and went straight to bed without thinking further. Without the authority to investigate the case, he could not know the full details of the case and could only learn about it from the sidelines.

Qingchang is not peaceful, but he cannot access it for the time being.

The time came a week later.

The special operation is still ongoing and will last for three months. Han Ling mingled with the anti-prostitution team and ran all over the Gu'an District. Now most entertainment venues are closed, undergoing rectification, or have suspended operations.

There are advantages and disadvantages. It has affected people's livelihoods to some extent and deprived people of places to relax at night. We need to wait for this storm to pass.

On the street, Han Ling led Zhu Guang out of a nightclub. While her colleagues were cleaning up the mess, she squatted down to pet the dog.

Zhu Guang was obtained from Lin Muyang. You can clearly see that the fur on its head is very smooth. Without a doubt, it must be because of Tong Feng, who spends all his free time hanging around the police dog squad.

Police dogs are brought along in anti-prostitution operations for two reasons: one is to assist in investigations and find physical evidence, playing a role in transactions in the wild and on the move; the other is for psychological deterrence.

And the most important reason: searching for drugs.

Prostitution venues are often closely linked to drug use and trafficking. Police dogs, especially drug-sniffing dogs, can efficiently detect hidden drugs and identify people who are hiding drugs or even using them.

If drugs are discovered, prostitution is immediately upgraded to drug involvement, which is no joke and completely changes the nature of the case.

During this time, Han Ling witnessed her colleagues from the anti-drug squad arresting people, saw drug addicts who were mentally exhausted, and also saw Bingmei who ruined her life for money.

I've never seen anyone involved in drug trafficking. The anti-drug squad will investigate this matter separately.

This is why it's necessary to go undercover frequently.

Without insiders to gather intelligence, relying solely on external reconnaissance is unlikely to yield good results. Even if some people are caught, the problem cannot be fundamentally solved; after a while, new problems will emerge.

The only area where entrapment is permitted is in drug enforcement; any means are acceptable as long as it can crack drug trafficking cases.

In his previous life, Han Ling had witnessed too many families destroyed by drugs, and he deeply hated drugs and had no pity for drug dealers. He wasn't a policeman, so he basically killed anyone he saw while walking in the dark, which eventually escalated the situation.

This is one of the reasons why he offered such a high bounty.

Being hunted down by both the legitimate and criminal worlds is truly unique.

"Stop touching it, or you'll go bald!" It wasn't Lin Muyang who spoke, but Tong Feng who walked over, his tone full of concern.

Zhu Guang was very docile in front of his colleagues, lying at Han Ling's feet and letting the other party do whatever they wanted.

Han Ling turned around and cursed, "You have the nerve to talk back to me! If Future Chasing Light really goes bald, you're the main culprit!"

Tong Feng: "Fuck you..."

He slapped Han Ling's hand away and held Zhu Guang protectively in his arms.

"Ah Guang, Han Ling is no good person, he's full of bad intentions. Don't let him touch you anymore, understand?"

It was unclear whether Zhu Guang could understand, but it lowered its head and lay on its two paws, its nose twitching habitually.

The police dog squad emerged from the main gate behind them, followed by three or four handcuffed suspects. It seemed they had made a good haul.

"Zhu Guang, you're gone."

Upon hearing Lin Muyang's voice, Zhu Guang's ears perked up instantly, and he got up and went to Lin Muyang's side, demonstrating remarkable efficiency.

The master is the master, and the others are at most just colleagues who met by chance.

Watching the suspect get into the car, Han Ling also stood up, lit a cigarette, and prepared to go to the next stop.

Just then, the phone rang; it was Fang Zhou calling.

Once connected, the message is simple: the event, the location, and to immediately assemble after the anti-prostitution raid is stopped.

Someone was killed.

After hanging up the phone, Han Ling shouted, "Crazy! Get to work! Don't get in the police dog unit's car! Leave some room for our lovely colleagues!"

This kid is such a handful. Are you out here to raid prostitution or to date?

(End of this chapter)