Going back in time, let us review what happened before Meng Jingchan contacted Feng Bujue.
When Brother Zen called Phantom Dawn's home, it was around 11: 20 am, and Phantom Dawn's mother was at home. After some communication, they realized that Phantom Dawn had left the company at 7 am, but he had not returned home. He had not called home.
If this was any other day, they would not have thought so much about it.
After all, Phantom Dawn was already seventeen, and he was a boy. Normally, they would not have thought about kidnapping. Even his family believed that … the boy had probably lost his phone and had gone to report it to the police.
However, that day was not a normal day … it was the day of a crucial match.
Meng Jingchan … could sense that something was not right about this.
From Brother Zen's habit of drinking hot water and the catchphrase, "Don't look at me like this now, I used to be like this, so and so." It was clear that this was a young man with plenty of social experience.
For the sake of security, he went to the top management of Regulation to report this.
After all, he was a celebrity player, so his words carried some weight. Furthermore, his suspicion was not without reason.
Regulation's higher management soon realized the severity of the situation, and this uneasy atmosphere started to fester as time passed.
At 2 pm, Phantom Dawn was still uncontactable. By then, his family naturally noticed the change in the situation, and they were more worried than anyone else.
Therefore, they reported the case.
Brother Zen was Phantom Dawn's colleague and one of the last few people who had interacted with him, so they shared a good personal relationship.
Therefore, Meng Jingchan voluntarily went to the police station to help with the investigation.
Unfortunately, things did not progress as smoothly as he had expected.
It was not like … when you went to the police station to report a case, a whole team of police officers would jump into your case to collect evidence and solve the case in a few hours.
Only cases that involved serious crimes like robbery and murder would have this kind of treatment.
Normal cases of money theft (especially those that were not that big) and this kind of missing person (non-child, male, missing for less than a day) were different.
Did you know how many small cases of money theft happened every year? Some of the victims didn't even report the case because they knew that even if they did, the items would most likely not be recovered.
And the number of missing persons every year … Let's put it this way … The number of people who go missing every year in our country is probably as many as the number of mobile phones that go missing.
To put it simply … For this type of case, when reporting a case like this, all they had to do was to make a record and then … wait.
It was hard to say how long he would have to wait …
Of course, the investigation work would still be carried out as usual. It was just that there were not many people and the efficiency was not high. What? You want them to set up a task force for you and send two teams of people to take turns to watch the video for you, do fieldwork, and analyze the case? That's fine … you just have to know the bureau chief, or even the director …
As mentioned earlier, Ma Junxiao's parents were both salaried workers. To put it more simply, they were just ordinary people. He didn't have the right to speak or any special privileges. Furthermore, he was not a big shot himself. If you had to call him a public figure … the title of 'celebrity player' was at most a second or third-rate actor in the eyes of the law enforcement.
In conclusion, the progress of the investigation was quite urgent. There was a twenty-minute queue to report the case. After the queue was over, there was only one officer who was responsible for handling the case. When Phantom Dawn's parents and Brother Chan finished explaining the situation, it was almost 3: 30 pm. Only then did the police prepare to go and get the surveillance around the office building.
Seeing this, Brother Chan had no other choice. He had to use his connections as well … Therefore, he contacted the company's upper management, and they did not say anything. Wasn't it just using connections? Don't worry, we have connections. From tycoons to ruffians, to be able to reach the top of the industry, one had to have connections … or in other words, connections. Phantom Dawn's significance to the competition was self-explanatory. This was directly related to the profit of the studio. Even if he was treated as an 'asset', using connections was worth it.
However, in less than ten minutes after Meng Jingchan made the call, the task force … left.
These days, as long as you had someone above you, everything was easy. You don't have enough manpower, right? Get the officers who are resting at home to work overtime. Why are they on call twenty-four hours a day? To serve the people.
After 4 pm, the investigation progressed rapidly. The station sent seven or eight people to watch the surveillance, and the route before the disappearance was quickly found. Another five police cars were sent out to follow Phantom Dawn's route after work, interrogating witnesses.
Working from both sides, the police soon circled the time of the disappearance and locked onto a white van and three suspects. Basically, they could confirm that this was a kidnapping case.
However … just as Brother Chan sighed in relief and was about to hide inside the toilet cubicle to take a dump or smoke a cigarette … something that made him shiver happened.
This matter was truly a coincidence on top of a coincidence …
Brother Chan was someone who liked to squat down, and the toilet that he was in was filled with sitting toilets. Therefore, he squatted down on the edge of the toilet.
He had just squatted down and was about to light his cigarette when he heard a sound coming from outside the cubicle. It sounded like someone had walked into the toilet.
When the person walked in, he was already on the phone. He lowered his voice and said, "Why are you calling now? I'm at the station … It's not convenient for me to talk, "he said as he walked into the cubicle. Then, without thinking about it, he locked the door from the inside.
After locking the door, he took several steps to the side and peered into the cubicles one by one to see if there was anyone inside.
Probably due to his guilty conscience, the man instinctively used one hand to hold the phone and the other to cover his mouth to block the sound. This meant that he did not have the free hand to turn the cubicle door handle. If he did not turn the handle, he would not be able to open the cubicle door. Since he could not open the cubicle door, he had to look from the bottom.
And Brother Chan … was squatting on the toilet. His feet could not be seen from the outside.
Through a series of coincidences, Meng Jingchan had successfully started eavesdropping.
"Alright … there's no one around. You can speak now." After the man finished his inspection, he stood beside the sink and raised his voice.
When Meng Jingchan heard the man's first two sentences, he thought that the man had received a call from his mistress.
But … after listening for thirty seconds, Brother Chan was shocked.
The man standing outside the cubicle had the surname Zheng. He was the deputy bureau chief of this branch. And the unknown person who called him … was instructing him to delay the investigation.
Judging from Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng's tone, he had either accepted a bribe or had information that could be used against him. In short, he should be preparing to do as he was told.
Anyway, delaying the investigation was not difficult to implement, and the risk after implementing it was not high either. Because this kind of behavior was difficult to define after the fact … What was delaying? Delaying could also be said to be cautious. If excessive caution led to delay the investigation, could that be called delaying? Even if it led to bad consequences in the end, what evidence did one have to say that this kind of "delaying" was intentional?
About two minutes later, Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng finished his call.
And Brother Chan, who was in the cubicle … His pants were half off, and his feet were on the edge of the toilet. He was half-squatting, holding a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. He maintained this posture and did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Not only did he want to smoke, but he also wanted to defecate …
After Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng hung up the phone, he washed his hands in front of the sink and looked in the mirror. Then, he turned around …
"Mm …" Maybe it was because of his many years of experience in criminal investigation, or maybe it was because of his suspicious nature, but he suddenly wanted to open all the cubicle doors and confirm it again …
Click —
Soon, he opened the door of the cubicle next to Brother Chan's and glanced inside.
There was no one …
Then, his footsteps came to the cubicle door in front of Brother Chan …
At that moment, Meng Jingchan's heart was in his throat. The only thing he could think of was … to pretend that he was deaf and mute, so that he could fool Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng for the time being …
Bang bang bang!
Just as Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng was about to open the door of the second cubicle, someone knocked on the door of the cubicle.
"Hey! Who's inside? Open the door! "A man's voice came from outside." Who closed the cubicle door? Hurry up and open the door! "
From his tone, it sounded like he was in a hurry …
Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng heard this and pursed his lips. He quickly walked over and opened the door of the cubicle.
"Move, move …" The person who came in was not a police officer, and he did not know the Deputy Bureau Chief. The man pushed Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng away and ran to the first cubicle. When he closed the door of the cubicle, he was still cursing, "How dare you lock the door of a public cubicle! F * ck you! "
Then, there was the sound of thunder and fire in the cubicle, and there was a smell that made people wish they were dead.
"Ah …" A few seconds later, the man let out a sigh of relief.
Before he could finish, Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng had already covered his nose and ran away from the cubicle …
And Meng Jingchan, with the help of "Brother San Ji," had narrowly escaped the disaster.
…
Back to the present, in the waiting hall of the police station.
It had been forty minutes since Feng Bujue's team arrived. During that time, Meng Jingchan first told them about his previous experience and what he knew. Then, he brought Brother Jue and Xiao Tan to greet Phantom Dawn's parents and introduced them as' Xiao Xiao's friends'.
Then, Feng Bujue went to make a few phone calls alone …
At 6: 20 pm, a black Phaeton stopped at the entrance of the police station, and a man got out from the passenger seat.
The man was wearing a black suit. He had a straight face and a serious expression.
When he walked past Xiao Tan's silver Porsche, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye before moving on.
Soon, he walked into the waiting hall. His eyes scanned the place, and his gaze met Brother Jue's.
"Yo, Master Bao, you're here." Feng Bujue walked forward with a smile and greeted this secret agent from Nine Subjects.
"I say …" Bao Qing did not stand on ceremony with him and replied directly, "The Porsche at the entrance belongs to Xiao Tan, right?"
"Yes," Xiao Tan replied instantly.
"You know you'll get a ticket for parking there, right?" So, that was what Bao Qing was worried about.
"Er … It was Brother Jue who told me to park there …" Xiao Tan replied.
"Don't worry, Ol 'Bao." Feng Bujue smiled. "The more expensive a car is, the less people will dare to put a ticket on it when it's parked in front of the law enforcement office."
"Even though your relationship with the law enforcement office has always been tense, is it really okay for you to stand in their office and insult them like that?" Bao Qing narrowed his eyes.
"Hehe … Then, let's do a social experiment when we have time. Let's see who will put a ticket on it." Feng Bujue shrugged. "Let me tell you … Whoever dares to put a ticket on it will be a pillar of society."
"Okay, okay, okay …" Bao Qing did not want to talk nonsense with him. He waved his hand and said, "Let's get down to business first."
To cut the long story short, they chatted for a while before Feng Bujue introduced Bao Qing to Brother Chan. Then, Bao Qing showed her identification to one of the police officers.
Five minutes later, the four of them were sitting in the bureau chief's office …
After entering the office, Bao Qing greeted the bureau chief and showed his ID again. Then … he handed over a cell phone.
After the bureau chief took the cell phone, he walked into the room next door.
At this point, Meng Jingchan was basically in a state where his brain had short-circuited. He could no longer remain calm when he looked at Feng Bujue and the others.
"This … Brother Bao." Brother Chan asked curiously, "May I know where you are working?"
"Civil servant." Bao Qing only answered with two words.
"Uh …" Brother Zen naturally wanted to ask for an answer that was equivalent to not saying anything. "Specifically, you mean …"
"Civil servant," Bao Qing smiled and looked at Meng Jingchan. He repeated these three words with emphasis.
With Brother Chan's intelligence, he understood that there was no need to ask anymore.
"Speaking of which … Who was on the other end of the phone?" Feng Bujue turned to look at Bao Qing and asked.
"On the other end of the phone, it was a person who has the power to decide many things," Bao Qing replied. Bao Qing replied, "And the person who has the power to decide many things just chatted with an 'acquaintance' ten minutes ago."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue said, "So, he is now talking to the bureau chief …"
"It seems that they have finished talking." When Bao Qing said this, the bureau chief pushed open the door from the next room.
"Sir." The bureau chief walked in front of Bao Qing with a serious face. "Next … What do you plan to do?"
Before Bao Qing could answer, Feng Bujue, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, said, "Package all the investigation information so far and send it to the computer here. Also, ask Zheng to be on standby in the interrogation room …" He finished quickly and added, "Oh, by the way, don't forget to confiscate his phone as soon as possible."
Seeing this, Meng Jingchan looked at his Brother Jue in shock and complained in his mind, "Hey … That's too arrogant …"
However, the bureau chief didn't have much of a reaction. After listening to him, he just looked at Bao Qing silently.
"Sigh …" Master Bao sighed and said to the bureau chief, "Just do as he says …"
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