7, one hundred yuan, the police dont even want to care about it
"Junior brother Gu Chen, what I want is your words, I will take you there." Lu Weiwei felt happy to be able to go out to the police with the school boss.
Logically speaking, female police officers enjoy certain benefits in the police force that do not require them to go out on field duty, but it is Gu Chen who is willing to go out on duty, so that is another matter.
"Wait for me." Gu Chen walked to the corner, put the standard police equipment hanging on the hook, commonly known as the "Nine Small Pieces" around his waist, and then pulled a diagonal hanging belt over his shoulder.
Hang the "Nine Small Pieces" hanging around your waist.
In fact, this is the basic configuration of police equipment, which mainly consists of handcuffs, batons, walkie-talkies, first aid kits, bright flashlights, police kettles, standard knives, pistols and tear gas injectors, and has a certain weight.
However, there was no police pistol in this set of equipment. Gu Chen hung a law enforcement recorder on the table on his shoulder strap.
Several old comrades couldn't help but snickered a few times after seeing Gu Chen's operation.
In fact, this is the standard equipment for police dispatch, but when dealing with such small incidents, ordinary police officers just go out with their law enforcement recorders, so there is no need for such trouble.
However, all Gu Chen's operations are carried out according to basic standards without compromise. However, in the eyes of many old comrades, Gu Chen is an out-and-out rookie.
"Let's go." Gu Chen trotted out handsomely, followed closely by Lu Weiwei.
In the yard of Furong Police Station, Gu Chen put on his helmet, rode a blue-and-white police motorcycle, and turned on the police lights next to the storage box at the back.
Lu Weiwei sat in the back. She put on her helmet and hugged Gu Chen tightly with both hands.
She hugged him tightly, thinking that her junior brother's abdominal muscles were so strong, she wished she could just hold him like this all the time, like a couple going out.
Several police officers who had just returned from the police station and had not yet gotten out of the police car couldn't help but stick out their heads, looked at the retreating figures of Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei, and murmured in a low voice.
"Isn't this Lu Weiwei? She went out on field duty today?"
"Yes, I can count the number of field trips in the past few years with my toes, right?"
"What happened to this girl today? Last time I took her out of the field, she refused to do anything."
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On the other side, Gu Chen rode a police motorcycle to the scene of the incident. The sirens rang several times, and the noisy crowd around them quickly gave way to a passage.
"The police are here." A seven or eight-year-old girl who was watching the excitement shouted excitedly.
"What's the use of the police coming? For this kind of thing, the most you can do is to persuade." The grandmother with the little girl was already used to this kind of police dispatch.
"Who called the police?" Gu Chen turned on the law enforcement recorder and took out a small notebook to record it.
"It's me." A fat woman walked out of the fruit shop and rushed to Gu Chen: "I called the police."
"What's going on?" Lu Weiwei, who was following closely behind, also came up.
"It's like this." The woman who looked to be in her forties said: "These people were buying fruits in my store. They were a little busy at the time and didn't pay attention. They received a counterfeit hundred-yuan bill. As you know, we are doing a small business.
Business is not easy, how much loss will it cost us if we spend one hundred yuan?"
Gu Chen looked at the three people standing next to him and asked, "Who do you think is the person who used counterfeit coins?"
"It's the three of them." The landlady spat and turned red in the face: "Although I was a little busy just now, they are the only three who have used hundred-yuan bills. This counterfeit bill... must have been used by one of them.
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"Sister, please don't accuse good people unjustly."
One of them, a young woman in her early twenties, puffed out her bulging breasts and said angrily:
"Oh, you received fake money, and you relied on me? I just came here to buy some fruit, okay? You said I was a liar who used fake money, and you still didn't let me go? Who did I offend, who offended me?
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"Don't get excited yet. Speak slowly." Gu Chen was not impatient and started writing the notes in his hand quickly. The noisy environment around him did not affect him at all.
"Comrade police, it's not that I care about money. To me, this hundred yuan is nothing. It only takes one day to move bricks on the construction site. But we are not liars. We can't be labeled as anything."
Butt it on your head?"
Another tall and thin man said, blowing smoke from his mouth and looking unhappy.
"Then what do you have to say?" Lu Weiwei looked at the last fat middle-aged man and asked.
The man shrugged and smiled bitterly: "What can I say? If you policemen have the ability to solve the case, then just solve the case."
Spreading his hands, the fat man continued: "Anyway, everyone has their own opinions now. I have plenty of time and I'm not in a hurry. It's just that the little brother who has to go to work at the construction site is still rushing to move bricks."
"None of you are allowed to leave." The fruit shop proprietress became anxious and took out a fruit knife: "The fake money was given by one of you. How about each of you contribute a little money and collect the 100 yuan?"
"What a beautiful idea." The construction site boy was the first to quit: "One hundred yuan is enough for me to smoke more than 20 packs of cigarettes."
Gu Chen quickly stopped and said, "Sister, put down the knife first. I want to record the case now. Please sort it out from beginning to end."
The fruit shop proprietress originally wanted to yell a few words, but after seeing Gu Chen's handsome face, her tone quickly became softer: "Okay."
"Name: ID number……"
Gu Chen started taking notes according to the procedure.
It turned out that in the morning, this fruit shop made several large orders at the same time, but received a counterfeit hundred-dollar bill. The landlady was confused for a while and could not tell who gave it to her.
In a moment of anxiety, I started arguing with these three customers, and then called 110.
Based on the confessions of these three suspects and the fruit shop proprietress, Gu Chen basically understood the general situation.
The first young woman to buy fruit was a salesperson from a shoe store in this neighborhood. She bought a fruit basket worth 188 yuan. She said that her colleague was hospitalized with appendicitis and she bought it to see him and gave him two pieces of Mao Zedong."
Another guy from the construction site bought two boxes of imported fruits worth 298 yuan, saying they were for the leaders at the construction site. After all, this job was introduced to him by an old leader, so he gave them three copies of Mao Zedong.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the end, a middle-aged fat man in his early forties, a truck driver, bought 120 yuan of tropical fruits and gave the fruit shop owner a Mao Zedong card and some change.
"This is the situation, Comrade Police." The landlady looked at Gu Chen helplessly.
Many people around were looking at Gu Chen.
"This is a bit difficult to handle." Lu Weiwei scratched the back of her head: "Three of them may have used counterfeit hundred-yuan bills, but the money can't speak for itself, right?"
In fact, Lu Weiwei roughly knew the specific situation before she came. The most she could do was coordinate and persuade everyone to take a step back.
The three of them contributed some money, 25 yuan each, and the landlady took a step back and settled the matter through negotiation.
After all, the Furong Police Station has limited police force and cannot spend a lot of time dealing with such trivial matters.
Many experienced comrades at the Furong Police Station basically do this when they encounter this kind of situation.
But now it seems that all four parties are unwilling to give in, which is a bit troublesome.
The fruit shop owner insisted that one of the three people used counterfeit money.
The three of them all had their own excuses and were unwilling to pay the unjust money. The scene was stalemate and noisy for a while.
Gu Chen remained calm the entire time. He considered the contents of the transcript over and over again, and the various data streams in his mind seemed to be splicing information automatically.
The next second, Gu Chen's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "Sister, how long have you been in business?"
"It's been fifteen years, what's wrong?" asked the fruit shop proprietress.
"Can you lend me this counterfeit currency?" Gu Chen asked again.
"Of course." The fruit shop proprietress was stunned for a moment, thinking that the little policeman's voice was really nice, and quickly handed it to Gu Chen with both hands: "Just this counterfeit coin, and these five real coins, they are all here."
Many people around were whispering, wondering which business would not encounter the situation of receiving fake money. Just consider yourself unlucky. Why do you have to let the police handle it?
These days, if someone calls the police about a stolen battery car and there is news three years later, it is considered a miracle. What’s more, you only have 100 yuan, and the police don’t even want to take care of it.
Various sounds surround Gu Chen...
Lu Weiwei on the side stood on tiptoe curiously, leaned on Gu Chen's shoulder and asked: "Junior Brother Gu Chen, do you see anything?"
Gu Chen showed a handsome smile and said, "I seem to know who this fake Grandpa Mao belongs to."
