Corpse Recovery Diver

"He said, his father's duty is to safeguard the country's security, and it's up to him to shoulder the nation's construction."

"I heard your son once made a significant contribution to a criminal group busting operation, is that true?"

"Yes, indeed, he received an award for it. I personally presented it to him, thanks to our bureau chief for giving me this opportunity as a father."

"You have an exceptionally outstanding son; surely, you are an excellent father as well."

"Thank you."

"Alright, please continue."

"My son didn't attend police academy, but he's always wanted to be a police officer. In his leisure time, he would look at wanted notices, and also some open case files that didn't involve confidentiality. He often discusses cases with me.

Many times, his perspective gives me some insight.

For example, in this case, not long ago, he took out the wanted notice and discussed with me where the suspect might be hiding. That's how I got a deeper impression of the suspect in the photo, enabling me to recognize her instantly on the train."

"Director Tan, I heard the suspect was disguised at the time?"

"Yes, but the strange reaction from the child she abducted made me take a closer look at her."

"That's your sharp eye; I believe it's not just an instinct of an old detective, but also the reward for your dedication in bringing work even into your family life, your commitment to the law and loyalty to your duty!

I believe with police officers like you, our Jinling..."

The interview concluded.

The reporter and photographer left Tan Yunlong's office. Next, they need to interview the officers under Tan Yunlong and his supervisors to hear their opinions of Tan Yunlong.

This program is specifically recorded as a special on advanced personnel for Tan Yunlong. After editing, it will be broadcast on the local TV station, possibly even sent to the provincial station.

Tan Yunlong sat back at his desk, lifted his tea, which had turned cold, took two sips, then loosened his collar and sighed.

Once, he was known in the police force for breaking rules to solve cases, hence being relegated to township police stations.

Who would have thought, one day he'd be accustomed to this straight-laced way.

Actually, he sincerely wished to reject those award ceremonies and program interviews, thinking they were a waste of time.

Moreover, he felt somewhat guilty.

This guilt has persisted since the moment opened that small boy pushed open his office door at the Shigang Town Police Station, all the way to now.

But leadership persuaded him, urging him to set a good example for young colleagues, citing the story of Zigong redeeming a captive as an example.

The office door opened, and Tan Wenbin walked in.

Tan Yunlong had no choice but to pull at his collar again. The last thing he wanted now was to blush in front of his son, at his age.

"Dad, when will the program air?"

"Whenever it airs."

"Oh well, it's fine, my mom will definitely wait in front of the TV and record the program ahead of time, then show it to your father-in-law back home."

"Call him Grandpa Nan, not my father-in-law."

"It can't be helped, who says Shigang can't find our Jinling local station."

"It'll also be aired on the provincial station."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Rascal." Tan Yunlong couldn't help but laugh along.

Tan Wenbin pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, picked one out for his dad, and helped him light it.

Tan Yunlong: "Smoke less."

"Got it."

"I have quite a few at home, come take them when you have time."

"Alright."

"Why are you speaking in either Sichuan dialect or Beijing accent now?"

"Have to know at least a little; there'll be projects everywhere, preparing to familiarize with the construction environment ahead of time."

Tan Yunlong looked at the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Why have you suddenly started smoking this brand?"

"It's Yunyun's father's; she gave me all the cigarettes he hid, saying he smokes too much, which isn't good for his health."

"Your mom used to do the same thing."

"Heh heh." Tan Wenbin flicked off some ash, then reached for the file beside him to flip through.

Tan Yunlong originally wanted to say this isn't proper protocol, but then thought, well...

As long as the case can be solved, some rules might not be unbreakable.

"Dad, any new cases recently?"

"The one in your hand is the latest."

"Oh, this is the wife murder case? Isn't the evidence chain quite complete?"

"It's complete, but the suspect, the husband, keeps denying it."

"Denying what?"

"He said after arguing with his wife, he left home to stay at a friend's place. In his dream, he saw his wife, and knowing it was a dream, vented his anger on her in the dream.

But in reality, his friend, who took him in, said he went out at night, and eyewitnesses near his home confirmed he returned home at the time of the crime."

"Is this insanity?" Tan Wenbin pointed to his temple, "Trying to escape conviction?"

Tan Yunlong exhaled a smoke ring and said:

"The problem lies precisely here; he insists he doesn't have mental illness, claims he's mentally normal, and keeps shouting that he really only dreamed it, but didn't kill in reality."

Tan Wenbin: "Murder in a dream?"

...

Everyone received the paging signal and rushed back to the school as quickly as possible, returning to the room in the basement of the store.

Li Zhiyuan was actually the last to arrive; when he came, Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, and Yin Meng had already written down their own clues in text form.

After all, the follow-up might need script design to trigger the river, and having them written down in advance makes adaptation easier later.

This is the benefit of having a team with experience and training.

Li Zhiyuan carefully examined what they wrote while swiftly jotting down his investigation results and continuously questioned them about potential missing details.

Multitasking was nothing to this young man; he and Alii played blind chess with a minimum of three games going on simultaneously each time.

After writing his own results and reviewing the ones from Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng Run Sheng, Li Zhiyuan handed his written material to them for their review.

Among them, there was someone who had yet to submit his written material; he was the first to return but was still frantically writing.

Li Zhiyuan walked over to Lin Shuyou. His clothes were torn in several places, his pants were ripped, there was mud on his shoes, but he wasn't injured.

Having the ability to pass college entrance exams usually means basic writing skills are good, and even Yin Meng's group finished early; there was no reason for him to be this slow.

Li Zhiyuan's gaze fell onto Lin Shuyou's notebook.

This was a new notebook, yet it already had many pages filled with writing; he had written so much!

Li Zhiyuan patted Lin Shuyou's shoulder and asked:

"Are you writing a novel?"

"Ah..." Lin Shuyou scratched his head, "It's just that after going out early this morning, I encountered many things, all quite convoluted, and several accidents happened, but fortunately, I didn't fail my mission, I got the clues!"

Li Zhiyuan nodded upon hearing this.

Looking at the thick stack of papers already written, he almost felt sympathy for that mastermind.

The clues gathered by Tan Wenbin and Run Sheng Yin Meng's groups were all simple and straightforward, yet somehow, Lin Shuyou's were extremely convoluted and bizarre.

Probably, that mastermind behind the scenes is cursing: The two Qin and Liu Families have fallen this far, sending out such a simpleton.

Though, this was deliberately arranged by Li Zhiyuan.

You always need someone to distract and exhaust the opponent's energy.

Finally, Lin Shuyou finished writing and painfully rubbed his wrist.

Li Zhiyuan picked up what he had written, flipping through it as he said:

"Let's start the meeting."

Everyone sat up straight.

Li Zhiyuan continued:

"Actually, I shouldn't have called you back so quickly; these matters could be communicated over the phone.

But I had to call you all back, even if just to sit together and exchange information and materials, or just to have a meeting for the sake of having one.

Because,

I cannot guarantee,

Next time we have a meeting, whether you sitting here, are still truly you."