Diary of a Criminal Investigator Chapter 72: You Were Selected?

Twenty-five fingerprints were collected from the electric scooter.

Actually, from Song Kun’s work experience, Gao Sheng’s disappearance is most likely a voluntary act.

Because there were no signs of struggle at the scene, the electric scooter was even parked under a roadside wall and locked to a utility pole.

If Gao Sheng had the ti and opportunity to deal with his own electric scooter when he left, it indicates that he might have just left temporarily.

Song Kun had seen too many cases like this.

Maybe one day, the person will just show up sowhere else.

However, pressured by Gao Sheng’s mother’s fuss, Yuan Shaokang eventually decided to investigate it.

Looking at the calendar, there’s still three months and twenty days until retirent.

Song Kun finished his last puff of cigarette and humd a marching song from his soldier days.

This investigation might very well be his last fieldwork in his career as a detective.

Song Kun felt he should give it his all, aiming to find the missing Gao Sheng.

To put a perfect end to his nearly forty-year career as a detective.

November 13, 3020, Sunny.

The sunshine since the start of winter is comfortable, the temperature is not high but warm.

It shone through person-high glass on Lu Chuan’s side, reflecting on the fresh flamingo-lily.

Recent days have been relatively peaceful, and life without cases is simple and unadorned for Cri Scene Investigation.

The flamingo-lily has been watered to be even more vibrant, becoming an important part of the office’s color sche.

The sound of three people sipping tea rose and fell.

"Back in the year of the 828 major case, if it wasn’t for discovering the fingerprint behind that mirror, could that case have been solved?"

Old Bai was sharing experiences from handling a murder case fifteen years ago.

Yang Sen nodded, giving Old Bai a thumbs up: "That case was truly impressive, didn’t Old Bai receive an award back then?"

Ha ha.

Old Bai’s laughter was sowhat out of tune: "Absolutely, it was comnded citywide, just a tiny bit short of a third-class rit."

People think earning rit and awards is common in the police circle, but actually, it’s not.

A third-class rit is already the ceiling for most people’s careers.

Of course, the chances of frontline investigators earning rit and awards are certainly higher than those in the office.

Especially first-class rit.

Because their chances of sacrifice are also greater.

Old Bai can be said to have worked as a detective all his life, yet he doesn’t have a single third-class rit dal.

He did have three comndations, and the rest were for outstanding individuals.

Yang Sen did a little better, with five comndations but also no third-class rit on his record.

Among the four people in the Cri Scene Investigation office, only Liu Guodong and Lu Chuan have rit awards.

Liu Guodong has a second-class rit once, Lu Chuan has a third-class rit once and two comndations.

Yang Sen’s child might be preparing for the college entrance exam recently, which might be why he started to take interest in handling beads.

A small-leafed padauk worth twenty-eight yuan from a roadside stall has been polished to a dazzling shine.

Using a pig hair brush from the Cri Scene Investigation toolbox.

A pig hair brush paired with a small-leafed padauk worth twenty-eight yuan, perfect.

It’s the sa brush Lu Chuan used last ti at the Criminal Investigation Team in Tianzhou City, to clean the soil off Wang Jun’s remains.

"Old Liu, there’s not much going on recently, want to organize a gathering?"

Old Bai nodded in agreent: "It’s already winter, the last ti we ate together was when Lu just joined."

Lu Chuan, tending to the flamingo-lily, agreed and noted that compared to college, he goes out for als significantly less since starting work.

Recently, apart from having two als with Shen Yan, he hasn’t gone out at all.

Of course, neither of them suggested hot pot.

If nothing unexpected happens, hot pot might disappear from their diet for a while.

Liu Guodong, playing Lianliankan on the computer, nodded seriously.

"This is a good idea."

According to Old Liu, playing Lianliankan helps to train brain response and visual tracking abilities.

This is beneficial for increasing the success rate of fingerprint identification analysis.

Lu Chuan actually sowhat disagrees.

Because the interdiate fingerprint identification analysis skills awarded by the system don’t include this training thod.

Of course, it’s not entirely without use; maybe it’s a training thod included in the advanced skills.

The gathering has been decided, but obviously not for tonight.

Liu Guodong needs to call the few people who have been transferred out to confirm the timing.

Usually, it’s set for Friday night, which is the day after tomorrow.

Arranging it two days ahead should largely be fine, as long as Vice Director Wang Kai has no issues.

Tonight, Lu Chuan has plans.

Not with Forensic Doctor Shen Yan, but a dormitory classmates’ reunion.

Organized by Yang Lin.

Lu Chuan’s dorm has four people; although they’re all working in Haizhou City’s police system, they are assigned to different departnts.

Of course, "assigned" is accurately referred to as having passed the entrance exams.

Not all students from the Public Security University enter the police system after graduation.

Just like students from the University of Finance and Economics, besides working in finance, many also end up in prisons.

Lu Chuan is in the Criminal Investigation Team, Yang Lin is in a police station, Zhao Tianyu is in the Police Dog Unit, and Wang Feng is in the Narcotics Unit.

"You guys are really hard to gather; we’ve been graduated for almost half a year and haven’t t once, co on, let’s not go ho sober today!"

Yang Lin’s love life might have failed, but the brotherhood cos first.

"Old Yang, I’m always available whenever you guys want to et; any issues are not on ."

Lu Chuan indicated that the dorm reunion had been delayed so long without him being responsible.

Indeed, the Cri Scene Investigation office is relatively idle.

Zhao Tianyu also shook his head like a rattle: "I deal with dogs every day; you guys know I never run out of ti."

"Don’t look at ; I’m just a policeman in a station; how busy could I be?"

The three of them all directed their gaze towards Wang Feng, who smiled bitterly.

"I’ll punish myself with three glasses!"

After a few rounds of drinks, Yang Lin patted Wang Feng’s shoulder: "Crazy, where have you been this half-year? I tried organizing four or five tis, and you always said you were in training."

"Yeah, what kind of training lasts half a year?!"

Lu Chuan was also curious, as Wang Feng had been out of contact since joining the police, and this was the first ti seeing him in such a long ti: "Recently, I haven’t heard of any major cases in the Narcotics Unit."

Haizhou City’s anti-narcotics achievents are notable.

Especially in recent years, the policy is to imdiately tackle any ergence.

Much like in film academies, where not a single girl makes it out of campus.

Wang Feng is not tall, about 1.7 ters, and his looks are pretty unremarkable, creating a sense that you wouldn’t find him in a crowd.

At this mont, Wang Feng once again smiled bitterly: "I really went for training, but it’s classified, so things can’t be discussed."

Although Lu Chuan and the other two haven’t been in the police for long, they are not rookies.

They’ve heard things about the Narcotics Unit.

Zhao Tianyu frowned: "Crazy... were you chosen?"