"Alright, hurry up and get so sleep, I’m off to work..."
Luo Fei returned to his room and fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
He slept soundly through the disturbances of Luo Xiaoxiao and Luo Hao playing until morning, not waking up once.
Later, as the two went to school, there was no one left at ho to disturb him.
So, he slept until one in the afternoon and was eventually woken up by the alarm clock.
He stretched lazily and sat up. Days of fatigue had vanished; he felt invigorated, full of energy, and rejuvenated.
After getting up, he freshened up quickly and then headed to the kitchen.
Because both Luo Xiaoxiao and Luo Hao ate lunch at school and he ate lunch at the precinct, Luo Yan usually didn’t return ho to cook lunch.
So Luo Fei planned to cook noodles for himself, but as soon as he lifted the lid, he discovered warm dishes in the pot, and rice steaming in the rice cooker.
Luo Fei imdiately deduced that Wu Yan must have returned ho at noon and prepared these especially for him.
In that instant, Luo Fei felt a surge of emotion.
After finishing the al, he cleaned up, and it was already 1:40.
Not wasting any more ti, he carried a bag of kitchen garbage out as he left.
When he arrived at the precinct, it was still not yet 2 o’clock. Apart from the tech squad and the K-9 squad, nobody else was there yet.
Yang i had done a night shift with Wu Xiaoyue last night, so she wasn’t there either.
No need to find her, Luo Fei went straight to the third group’s office.
After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, Wang Yong and others slowly filtered in.
"You’re early again, Group Leader; are you well-rested?"
"I’m alright. How about you guys?"
"? I still feel dead tired, like I can’t ever sleep enough..." Zhaocheng said, letting out a huge yawn.
Perhaps affected by him, Wang Yong beside him couldn’t help but yawn as well.
Soon, the four of them were yawning one after another, as if it was a contest.
At 2:20, Zhao Donglai walked late into the office.
"Everyone’s here so early, very good, very good."
He briefly encouraged everyone, and then he called Luo Fei, Zhang Fan, and Yang Su into his office.
After a night’s sleep, Yang Su and Zhang Fan felt much better, but still couldn’t compare with the energized Luo Fei.
Fortunately, Yang Su and Zhang Fan gradually got used to it.
After all, Luo Fei was a bit of a freak; they couldn’t keep up with him in their youth, let alone now that they were older.
"All rested up? Then let’s get down to business."
Zhao Donglai glanced at them and began assigning tasks.
"Yang Su and Zhang Fan, you go interrogate Shu An Country. Ning Shaobin is up to Luo Fei and . We’ll strive to crack them open by tonight."
"Additionally, group one and two mbers will continue screening those phone numbers from earlier. Once we have results from the two suspects, we’ll reel in the accomplices. Group three is tasked with examining their mobile phones."
Zhao Donglai outlined the upcoming tasks.
With an acknowledged response, the three went out to notify their respective team mbers, then Yang Su and Zhang Fan prepared for the interrogation of Shu An Country.
Luo Fei found Zhao Donglai again.
At this ti, Zhao Donglai was holding the ledger Luo Fei had found at Ning Shaobin’s house.
Last night in the car, Luo Fei had reported about the ledger.
At that ti, Zheng Changjun and others had studied this ledger together, concluding that it was certainly the transaction records of Ning Shaobin’s gang over the years.
But since it was all numbers, they couldn’t make any sense of the way the accounts were kept despite knowing it was a ledger.
As Luo Fei ca in, Zhao Donglai, frowning, asked him, "Luo Fei, what do all these numbers an?"
Luo Fei had studied them briefly last night but didn’t figure them out.
Approaching now, he took a glance at the page, which wrote:
"JZ, 1.23, 50000, 3, 1, 1, 1."
"ZZ, 3.3, 60000, 4, 1, 1, 1, 1..."
Unable to make sense of it, Zhao Donglai pointed to the first entry, saying, "This JZ is easy to understand — it’s a shorthand for Jiangzhou City, and 1.23 is January 23rd."
"Fifty thousand must be the net proceeds, but what does the preceding three and the subsequent three ones an?"
Luo Fei considered the two sets of numbers perplexing last night, unable to discern their aning.
But now, hearing Zhao Donglai’s question, he was suddenly reminded.
"Zhao, do you suppose this three might be the number of participants, and the subsequent three ones indicate the share each one gets? Like, three people get one thousand each, and the five thousand minus the sum of these numbers is what’s left for himself?"
Zhao Donglai was instantly enlightened, "With your explanation, it seems that way."
With this thought in mind, the numbers suddenly all made sense.
"This guy is ruthless, taking at least two thousand per deal. No wonder Wang Pingchuan considered going solo."
Saying this, Zhao Donglai excitedly closed the ledger and stood up, "Let’s go Luo Fei, it’s ti to et Ning Shaobin."
With the ledger discovery, he felt more confident about the upcoming interrogation.
Imdiately, the two rushed with all the prepared docunts to Ning Shaobin’s interrogation room.
Since being brought back, Ning Shaobin had been kept isolated in this room.
This is a common interrogation technique; leaving the suspect alone for extended periods worsens their ntality, making them more susceptible to breaking during interrogation and confessing.
But this tactic seed ineffective on Ning Shaobin, as he continually repeated one sentence during Zhao Donglai’s questioning.
"I’m wronged; I want to see my lawyer."
After several attempts, Zhao Donglai angrily slamd the table, "Ning Shaobin, do you think this is a TV drama?"
"I’m telling you, the police already have all the evidence of your cris, and it’s no use requesting a lawyer now, let alone anyone else!"
As he spoke, he purposely waved the ledger in his hand, "You shouldn’t be unfamiliar with this! It ticulously records your transaction amounts and your accomplices’ divisions. Do you still think you can deny it?"
Ning Shaobin always had the habit of keeping records, so Luo Fei was right; it indeed detailed all his transactions over the years.
However, he used coded numbers, so seeing Luo Fei take the ledger yesterday didn’t panic him, believing they couldn’t comprehend it.
Yet Zhao Donglai’s words now made him uneasy.
How did they know those numbers represented accomplice divisions? Could they have actually deciphered them, or were they just bluffing?
Despite his nerves, Ning Shaobin stubbornly professed, "I’m wronged; I want to see my lawyer!"
"You... it’s useless to not speak; now your accomplice Shu An Country is being interrogated next door. Once he confesses, do you think you can still escape?!"
To prevent collusion, the three suspects were kept separate, with no contact from beginning to end, leaving Ning Shaobin uninford about Shu An Country’s capture.
His identity was only known to Shu An Country, so he could guess.
Prepared psychologically, he showed no panic at the news, repeating his statent.
This uncooperative stance infuriated Zhao Donglai to the point he was about to smash the table.
"Ning Shaobin, I warn you, non-cooperation will only worsen your cri!"
...
No matter what interrogation techniques were employed — threats, intimidation, or inducents — Ning Shaobin wouldn’t budge an inch.
In the blink of an eye, over an hour passed, yet they still gained nothing.
Fuming, Zhao Donglai wished he could hit soone but had to take Luo Fei outside.
Back in the corridor, Zhao Donglai complained angrily, "That bastard really has the mindset of a gang leader — enduring everything without confessing; ordinary people can’t match that."
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