Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

It's clear that Feng Wanqiu is an extremely serious person when it comes to her work; she captures every detail clearly and writes every description meticulously.

However, one of the folders containing these photos was encrypted.

The technician cracked the password in less than half an hour—the password was Feng Wanqiu's daughter's birthday, six numbers, so simple that anyone who knew a little about her family situation could guess it.

The encrypted folder contained thirty-seven photos and a document, all marked with the same date: February 18th.

These photos were taken at the same location: a private parking lot within the jurisdiction of Chengxi Street.

The photo clearly shows a large amount of construction waste piled up in one corner of the parking lot, including broken bricks, cement blocks, scrap steel bars, and several damaged bags of cement.

Dust was blown up by the wind and filled the air; in the lower right corner of the photo, you can see a car half covered in dust.

The document is an inspection record written by Feng Wanqiu herself. The wording is very formal, like materials prepared for reporting.

"On the morning of February 18, it was discovered during an inspection that a large amount of construction waste had been piled up in a private parking lot operated by Duan Pengfei in the middle section of Cuizhu Road, which seriously polluted the surrounding environment and affected residents' travel."

According to nearby residents, the parking lot has repeatedly dumped construction waste illegally, and the resulting dust pollution has prevented nearby residents from opening their windows, causing some residents to experience respiratory discomfort.

The operator, Duan Pengfei, had been verbally warned and ordered to rectify the situation within a specified period, but has not yet done so.

Green Bamboo Road.

The name flashed through Jiang Ruolan's mind.

She had been to that road—it's in the west of the city, about seven or eight hundred meters north of Lijing Garden.

She vaguely remembered meeting Duan Pengfei once before.

After the Shen Wangshan case was closed last year, the task force compiled a "List of Key Personnel Involved in Organized Crime in Yi'an" when sorting out the external network of Fengmao Group. One page of the list specifically marked "personnel who have not yet been formally charged but have received numerous complaints from the public".

Duan Pengfei was on that list.

However, at the time, the focus was entirely on the core Fengmao gang and the officials involved in the case. Those peripheral personnel who had not yet been verified were merely registered, and no in-depth investigation had been conducted yet.

Lu Zheng retrieved Duan Pengfei's file.

Duan Pengfei, 42 years old, is a local of Yi'an. He has two prior convictions—one for intentional injury and the other for disorderly conduct, both of which were suspended sentences.

He runs a private parking lot on Cuizhu Road in the west of the city. In name, it is a parking lot, but in reality, he rented the land ten years ago at a very low price. He has been illegally adding various simple houses on it to rent out as warehouses, and also opened a scrap metal recycling station.

His "business" involves several areas—in addition to parking lot and warehouse rentals, he also monopolizes the supply of decoration materials for several communities in the west of the city. He has a group of people who specifically stake out the entrances of newly built buildings. When they encounter homeowners who are decorating, they threaten them, smash their cars, block their doors, and pour glue into their door locks if they don't buy materials from him.

The Chengxi Police Station responded to the call several times, but each time Duan Pengfei could find "witnesses" to prove his alibi, or the victims would change their stories and withdraw the case after being threatened. In the end, the matter could only be settled through mediation as a civil dispute.

"Last December, Duan Pengfei was summoned twice by the street office for illegal construction and street vending. The person who summoned him was Feng Wanqiu."

Lu Zheng pushed a work log from the subdistrict office in front of Jiang Ruolan.

The logbook bears the official seal of the Chengxi Subdistrict Office and records the time, place, and content of the two meetings.

The first meeting was on December 14th, and the second was on January 9th. Both meetings concerned the issue of illegal construction and construction waste pollution in Duan Pengfei's parking lot.

In the remarks column of the second meeting, Feng Wanqiu wrote a line in red pen: "Duan's attitude is bad, he refuses to cooperate with the rectification, and it is recommended to report to the Municipal Urban Management Bureau for joint law enforcement."

Duan Pengfei's parking lot.

Feng Wanqiu's throat was slit.

The connection between these two is no longer just speculation.

Jiang Ruolan closed the folder, stood up, and said:

"Let's go to Cuizhu Road and meet this Duan Pengfei."

Cuizhu Road is located on the western edge of the city, sandwiched between an old residential area and scattered industrial land.

The road has a lovely name, but walking on it, you feel absolutely no poetic feeling of "green bamboo"—

The road surface was full of potholes, and the sidewalks on both sides were squeezed into narrow gaps by various illegally constructed awnings, piles of waste, and randomly parked trucks.

Duan Pengfei's parking lot is right by the roadside, covering an area of ​​about two acres. There is a hand-painted sign at the entrance with the words "Pengfei Parking Lot" written crookedly on it.

The parking lot was filled with all kinds of large trucks, bulldozers and scrapped construction machinery. The ground was not paved, and the mud that the wheels rolled over was mixed with gravel and broken bricks, leaving dust with every step.

Deep inside the parking lot was a row of makeshift warehouses constructed from a mixture of corrugated steel sheets and bricks. Piles of construction waste and scrap were stacked at the warehouse entrances, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of dust and rust.

Duan Pengfei was drinking tea in an office made from a shipping container in the corner of the parking lot.

Upon seeing the man in police uniform enter, he calmly stood up, his expression shifting from relaxed to enthusiastic, his smile perfectly timed, as if welcoming a long-time business client.

He was not tall, but very strong, with a neck and head almost the same thickness. He had short hair shaved close to his scalp and wore a black leather jacket.

He approached with a grin, a half-lit cigarette between his fingers.

"Hey, isn't this Captain Lu? What brings you guys here? There hasn't been anything going on in my parking lot lately. All the fines have been paid, and all the trash has been cleared away."

Lu Zheng didn't respond to his comment, but instead turned his gaze to the mountain of construction waste deep inside the parking lot:

"You know Feng Wanqiu, right?"

Duan Pengfei's smile lingered on his face for two seconds, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he slapped his forehead:

"Section Chief Feng? I know her, she's from the neighborhood committee. She's been here a few times before, always about those petty things. What happened to her?"

"She's dead. She was murdered last night."

Duan Pengfei's smile froze, not from being frightened, but from the overwhelming amount of information he needed to analyze the pros and cons.

A fleeting glint flashed in his eyes—not shock, not fear, but calculation.

Then he quickly switched to a suitable expression, his mouth wide open, his brows furrowed, and his tone conveying just the right amount of surprise:

"Dead? How is that possible? When did this happen? How did he die?"

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