The airport was calm, yet all the turbulent undercurrents were hidden beneath this tranquility. On Chu River’s first day in office, she accomplished something major, inexplicably earning honor for the new team. Everyone was extremely pleased.
Especially the airport security team, they almost wanted to worship her, bowing three times a day.
In Zheng Country, the small clipboard she discovered represented something extremely terrifying. Fortunately, nothing was completed, and the crime was stopped.
The innocent middle-aged man who was used as a pawn cried and whimpered, unable to fathom that, according to the original plan, the person sitting next to him would knock him out when the plane ascended, then dismantle those items...
In short... despite the warm comfort of the crew, he ultimately chose to waste the plane ticket and just wanted to go home and sleep for three days; preserving his life was priority.
He swore—never again, not for a month, or no, maybe half a month!
For half a month, he won’t go out to play mahjong!
Of course, the teahouse he mentioned will probably face a quiet investigation next and won’t be able to support their mahjong games anymore.
As for the doctor he described...
In the interrogation room, Chu River tugged at the man’s hair, exposing a flawlessly smooth face—too distinctive a feature in a crowd can make one subconsciously memorable. Obviously, this person was quite cautious when venturing out.
But Chu River noticed the subtle differences in skin tone at a glance, and her fingers unhesitatingly reached behind his ear.
The next moment, a small piece of artificial skin was pulled off, revealing a round scar on his chin.
Chu River surveyed him from top to bottom, then smiled with satisfaction:
"This one is mine—he didn’t buy a ticket, had no intention of boarding the plane, the other person was the executor—in any case, don’t rush if we can’t open his mouth for a while. I bet in a few hours, his addiction will surface."
Here we go with drug use again.
Everyone frowned with disgust, although the captain remained rational: "What do you want with this person? I’m telling you, we don’t do torture in secret!"
"Also, what did you do to him? Hurry up and..."
Don’t think they didn’t notice; when this person was brought in, he was limp, unable to muster any strength, or even make an expression.
If Chu River hadn’t been half-dragging him by the elbows along the way, he might have collapsed just trying to walk.
Moreover, his gaze had such a fierce edge, yet not a word had escaped his lips. No wonder everyone was saying Little Chu was a treasure trove, displaying endless tactics!
It was a mystery why back during police school selection, she ended up merely patrolling a beat?!
Chu River wasn’t at all embarrassed: "I’m just trying to prevent chaos—"
When the central nervous system is controlled in an instant, even moving a finger becomes difficult, making it seem a bit gentler.
She doesn’t love violent law enforcement, everyone behaving nicely and orderly makes the world more harmonious.
As for being unable to speak—his throat can’t produce sound; it would be strange if he could speak.
Chu River teased him like a kitten, pinching the nape of his neck, and he gasped, immediately collapsing onto the table, struggling for a long time before slowly sitting upright.
She waved her hand, temporarily transferred in but acting with the demeanor of a leader.
The captain was momentarily speechless but ultimately led everyone back to the observation room, leaving only the two of them in the room.
In the observation room information comparison results just came in—
"Boss, you won’t believe this guy is actually a doctor, certified."
The ID photo showed a smooth face, traceable identity documents, clearly a well-thought-out effort.
If Fang Zhou were here, he would know this ID must be genuine, but the person...
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You have to understand, today’s household registration system is well established, identity information ubiquitous, readily available, and since this ID is traceable, where is the original person?
——This case is not simple.
Everyone kept another clue in mind.
The team’s expressions grew serious, yet the interrogation room remained silent.
But Little Chu’s nature—it certainly can’t just be left at that.
During further observation, all eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Chu River and the man, fearing she would stir up something big again.
Meanwhile, under scrutiny from the one-way glass on the side, Chu River obediently sat down and routinely interrogated:
"What do you do usually?"