[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

Not long after she came out of Anshang Special Education School, Pei Youli received a call from her subordinate patrolman—the cat abuse case was solved.

"The suspect is a community gardener. Because of a quarrel with a resident, he murdered the resident's cat in order to retaliate."

Less than 24 hours have passed since she called the police. How fast is the Jiangnan District Police Station handling the case?

Pei Youli was a little confused.

"Senior, has the Jiangnan District Police Station been very efficient?"

"High efficiency?" Hearing her question, Song Chengxun snorted coldly, "If the snail can handle the case, it will be faster than them."

Pei Youli: ... This metaphor.

"I handed them a case yesterday, and it was solved today."

Song Chengxun parked the car behind the police station building: "Maybe it's simple."

Pei Youli followed him to the office, and halfway there, she was a little worried: "Senior, I'll go to the Jiangnan District Police Station and look at the files."

Song Chengxun paused: "How are you going?"

Pei Youli pointed to the off-road vehicle he just drove.

"Can you drive?"

"Isn't it a compulsory course for criminal police?"

"...I should let you be my driver next time." Song Chengxun walked down the steps helplessly.

He adjusted the seat before letting Pei Youli sit on it.

"The director is called Jin Li, so don't deal with him."

"Gold power?"

"Well, you may not meet either."

"What's wrong with him?" Pei Youli became curious and lay on the lowered car window.

"Just be obedient and pay attention to safety on the road," Song Chengxun didn't say much, and instructed, "Don't confuse the brake and the accelerator."

Pei Youli: ... She is a mature detective!

So, Song Chengxun saw that Pei Youli tilted his head and saluted him: "Loyalty! Honesty!"

Then, she stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, as if to prove that her driving skills were good.

Song Chengxun shook his head and went back to the police station for a meeting.

The Jiangnan District Police Station was not far away, and Pei Youli arrived at the destination very quickly.

"Hello."

The police who went to the scene that day sat in the back.

"Hey?" Seeing Pei Youli in police uniform, the two looked at each other and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I want to see the file of the cat abuse case."

"Dossier? It just hasn't been sent to the database, I'll look for it... it's here."

"Well, thank you."

Pei Youli opened it and read it carefully.

The sadistic tool is the Hammer, found in the Gardener's Toolkit.

The evidence is complete, the confession is complete, and the transcript is detailed.

The owner of the cat, Park Se-won, has reconciled with the gardener.

Because he signed a letter of understanding, he was only punished with a few months of detention.

Although she was not very satisfied with the result, Pei Youli had nothing to do, after all, the cat didn't belong to her.

"Why do you care so much about this case?" one of the policemen asked tentatively.

"If you abuse a cat today, you may kill someone tomorrow."

Pei Youli flipped through the file again.

"Wouldn't it be scary to live in the same neighborhood as a pervert?"

She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the police station environment.

Two-story design, the second floor should be the director's office, a few potted flowers are placed in front of the transparent window, and a young man in his twenties stands beside the flowers.

He was wearing a leather jacket, his hair was a bit long, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and his eyes also fell on her.

Pei Youli withdrew her gaze and returned the file to the policeman in front of her.

The process of handling the case was legal and the characteristics of the suspect were in line with her judgment.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, after all, you handed over the case yourself." The two policemen had flattering smiles on their faces.

Pei Youli didn't quite adapt to their attitude, so she only curled her lips.

At this time, there seemed to be a dispute at the gate of the police station.

"Master reporter, why are you here again? I've said it all, the case is closed!"

"Unless the victim comes forward, it is impossible to reopen the case."

"The law is not child's play, and the police cannot investigate whoever they want."

……

The voices of several people's conversations fluctuated from time to time, and the content could not be fully heard.

"Who is that person?" Pei Youli asked.

"Ah, what are you talking about? A young reporter from SBS TV station, who has been having a crazy fit lately, has come to us from time to time, saying what...Ann went to church to abuse children and engage in mind control, and he insisted on asking us to re-investigate the three A case from years ago."

"three years ago?"

"Yes, three years ago, two women reported sexual assault by the pastor of Anshang Church, and submitted a video. As a result, when we checked, the video was blacked out. It was later discovered that the two women had mental illness."

As he said that, one of the policemen pointed to his temple: "It's just that there is something wrong with his brain... I think this reporter is almost there. Who doesn't know that Pastor Wu, who is installed in the church, is a good man."

"You are usually in charge of major cases. If you are not at the bottom, you don't know. We are used to such false reports often."

Pei Youli nodded unconsciously, and stood up: "Then I'll go first."

The two policemen immediately bid farewell politely.

When passing by the door, Pei Youli took a few extra glances at the reporter.

He is not very tall, has curly chestnut hair, wears half sleeves and baggy shorts with cartoon patterns, and has a few moles on his face.

She didn't stop, and went straight out of the gate of the police station.

However, Pei Youli didn't expect that he would chase her out.

"Officer, officer! Wait a minute!"

The little reporter's hand was on the car window, and Pei Youli quickly stepped on the brakes.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Pei Youli wanted to get out of the car to check, but she felt relieved after seeing him standing still.

"It's all right," the little reporter smiled naively, "Police officer, are you new here?"

"No," Pei Youli looked at the sign of the Jiangnan District Police Station, "I'm from the City Police Department."

"City Police Department?" The little reporter's eyes lit up, and he said that he had never seen her here, and his police rank was not low. "I'm investigating a case, can you listen to it?"

Pei Youli stared at him: "You can go to our hall..."

She just came here, so she doesn't have the power to independently file a case for investigation.

"I have been there, but the Municipal Police Department usually only accepts major cases that cannot be handled by the subordinate police stations. My business..." The little reporter looked embarrassed.

Pei Youli thought for a moment in silence: "Go ahead."

If there is really solid evidence, she should be able to apply to Song Chengxun for intervention.

"That's right, do you know Pastor Wu who is in the church?"

"I know." The image of the old man with sparse teeth holding a book appeared in Pei Youli's mind.

"That would be much easier!" The little reporter was a little excited, but immediately became a little hesitant, "You don't know religion, do you?"

Pei Youli laughed, imitating Song Chengxun's tone that day, "I don't believe in religion, I believe in science."

The little reporter breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

Just as he was about to continue talking, Pei Youli's cell phone by his side rang.

It's Song Seung-hoon.

"Wait a minute," Pei Youli signaled the little reporter to keep quiet first, "Hello? Senior?"

"Are you still in Jiangnan?"

"Well, still there, just about to leave."

"Come back quickly, our group and the drug department will have a meeting together immediately."

"Okay." Pei Youli hung up the phone, and looked at the little reporter apologetically, "What should I do, I have something to do today, let's talk about it another day."

The latter was momentarily disappointed.

He thought for a while, then took out a business card from his bag and handed it to her: "Please take the time to contact me, I really have something very important to say."

Pei Youli took the business card, which had her name on it - Cui Yu, whose resident TV program was "I Want to Know the Truth".

"Will do."

She put the business card in her pocket.

After Pei Youli left, it was on the second floor of the Jiangnan District Police Station.

"That female detective?" The long-haired boy was lazily leaning on the sofa, holding a dirty baseball in his hand, "The eyes are so beautiful."

Jin Li squeezed the documents on the table, and advised: "Restrain yourself, how many times have you let me wipe your ass!"

The boy straightened up indifferently, and threw the baseball in his hand towards Jin Li.

"Are you wiping my ass? It's obviously clearing the way for my official career."

He didn't really want to hit the gold power, and the baseball landed on the opposite wall and bounced back.

"...Pu Shiyuan!" Jin Li gritted his teeth, "Don't be too rampant, if something like murder really happens one day, no one will be able to save you."

Park Shiyuan stood up and put the things in his hands on his desk: "How does Director Jin know that I haven't killed anyone?"

The round baseball smelled like blood, and it belonged to the cat.

Jin Li:? ? ?

When he thought of something, his face changed drastically: "Cui Caijun couldn't be the one who took the blame for you, did he?"

Park Shiyuan smiled slightly: "That's not true, he did kill the person."

Jin Li heaved a sigh of relief, and drove away disgustedly: "Roll."

Park Shiyuan didn't care about his tone at all: "Would you like to guide Councilor Park for you?"

Jin Li: ...Asshole.

Park Se-won curled the corner of his mouth.

He remembered the moment when he met Pei Youli's eyes just now.

Her eyes are black and crystal clear, like two black pearls, which make people have the urge to collect them.

Prettier than Jiang Ran, funnier than Jiang Ran, and in better shape than Jiang Ran, I just don't know... Will she cry more than Jiang Ran.

Park Shiyuan walked out of the gate of the police station, his face was extremely pale under the glare of the sun.

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On the other side, Bian Boxian, who had returned home, was standing in front of the trash can downstairs.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened the lid.

The recyclable trash can is a little better than the kitchen trash can, and it still smells fresh.

After browsing for a while, Bian Boxian was a little confused when he didn't see what he wanted.

At this time, a middle-aged woman aged 50 or [-] came over: "Son, you also want to save paper shells and sell them for money? Hey, this thing is not worth much now, and the old man next door to me won't even pick it up."

Bian Poxian: ...

"Auntie, how often is this trash can cleaned? I lost something." He asked patiently in a low voice.

It turned out that something was lost, and the aunt suddenly realized: "Oh, it was dumped at nine o'clock in the morning, and now I don't know if the garbage dump has disposed of it... What did you throw away, young man? Is it important?"

Nine in the morning?Landfill?

The property in this community is too conscientious.

Bian Boxian twitched the corner of his mouth and thanked him.

He swiped his card to enter the building door, boarded the elevator and looked in the mirror.

Fisherman hat, sunglasses, mask, and gloves.

In the hot summer, such a strict dress really looks like a scavenger.

Bian Boxian sighed.

He must have lost the dog food, and he felt a little guilty.

Or... to compensate her in other ways, after all, they are neighbors.

Bian Boxian rummaged through his own freezer for a while, and finally selected several types of fruits that were slightly more expensive in the market.

The first time she knocked on the door, Pei Youli was not at home.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that he saw the elevator stop on this floor through the cat's eyes.

Bian Boxian immediately ran back to the living room, picked up the bag, and turned back quickly.

However, when he just opened the door, he only saw Pei Youli's back.

Bian Poxian: ...

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

That day, she clearly didn't want to talk to him.

Bian Boxian struggled at the door for a long time, and decided to hand over the responsibility of returning the gift to Menglong.

He first tiptoedly placed the fruit bag in front of Pei Youli's house, and then manually taught Menglong to scratch the door from a distance.

Bian Boxian didn't know that all his actions fell into Pei Youli's eyes.

She had undergone special training and had a keen hearing, and she heard him open the door as early as returning home.

Pei Youli didn't know that Bian Boxian was looking for her, she just thought he was going out.

Now, he vividly taught the dog to scratch the door... kind of silly.

Pei Youli: Bian Boxian...does he have schizophrenia?

First throw away the things she gave, and then silently return the gift.

Pei Youli still opened the door.

She knelt down and looked through the bag.

Banana, watermelon, dragon fruit...

While checking, Menglong suddenly jumped up and took a big bite of the dragon fruit in her hand.

Bian Boxian, who was peeking at the opposite cat's eye: ... This is definitely not the dog he brought out.