The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 350

Cheng Gong truly lives up to his name, which indicates knowledge and success.

Zheng Dazhi entered the room, and the two people sitting on the sofa stood up, their stiff Public Security uniforms starkly contrasting with the bystanders in the alley.

"Hello, are you Comrade Zheng Dazhi?"

"Oh, yes, yes, just call me Zheng."

The senior detective leading the conversation joked, "How can we call you Zheng? You should be called Old Zheng."

Laughter filled the room.

Cheng Gong gestured with a wave, "Come, come, sit down, let’s sit and talk."

The two new policemen from the municipal Public Security Bureau remained seated on the sofa, while Zheng Dazhi and Cheng Gong sat opposite them. All four wore smiling faces, showing no sign of discrepancy. Officer Wang had initially intended to enter, but, upon reaching the door and witnessing the scene, he felt a chill run down his spine and opted to turn back.

Finally, Cheng Gong, as the director, broke the silence, "Old Zheng, the two comrades from the Municipal Public Security Bureau are here to understand more about the January 12th case. You were the first to handle this case, and I just returned from a meeting yesterday. So, it’s better if you start explaining to them."

Clever fox, absolving himself of any blame without any shame.

Zheng Dazhi cursed Cheng Gong silently for his untrustworthiness but maintained a cheerful facade. With people from the bureau now involved, it was clear that the leak had already reached higher-ups. Since people arrived, Zheng might as well clarify things. With both human and physical evidence here, he was not afraid of their scrutiny. A dragon doesn’t suppress the local snake; although the alley isn’t big, its waters run deep.

"The case is as follows. The victim, Chen Lijuan, worked as a shampoo girl at Xinxin Hair Salon on the secondary road off Highway Two. She used aliases like Lili, Lanhua, and Tian’er. She had a..."

"Comrade Dazhi, sorry for interrupting."

"Please go on," said Zheng Dazhi, slightly annoyed.

"I’d like to ask, where was the first crime scene?"

"At the Xinxin Hair Salon?"

"Who reported the crime?"

"A man named Zhou Xiaogang who was romantically involved with her. They met through the flesh trade, and during that time, she used the name Tian’er."

The officer nodded, whispered something to his colleague, and scribbled a few notes on his folder, "Oh, please continue."

Zheng Dazhi continued, "A few days ago, Zhou Xiaogang reported that his girlfriend had been murdered..."

"A few days ago? Which month, which day, and what time?"

Zheng Dazhi paused, then looked at Cheng Gong, "Clearly, they are the professionals."

Cheng Gong nodded, but Zheng saw a troubling look in his eyes, one that appeared only when he could not protect himself. Had everything been completely exposed?

Anxiety began to build.

"That was on January 11th, hence the ’1.11 Massacre’, right?"

"What time?"

"Nine in the morning?"

The officer shifted his gaze from the folder on his lap, "Are you saying this Zhou Xiaogang found the victim at the hair salon early in the bitter winter morning?"

"Indeed, it happened like that."

"Why was Zhou Xiaogang there?"

Zheng Dazhi chuckled, "She was his romantic partner; it’s not unusual for him to visit."

Facing the scrutinizing gaze of the officer across him, Zheng Dazhi’s smile stiffened uncomfortably.

"Where is Zhou Xiaogang now?"

"After giving his statement, he left."

"Where did he go?"

"Probably home. Or maybe somewhere else."

The officer stared at Zheng Dazhi for a while, then returned to writing in his folder. The older officer at his side chuckled, "Old Zheng, don’t mind him. Young fellows new to the job are all eager to prove themselves and get promoted, haha, you understand."

"Absolutely, I’ve been through that age myself."

"Good. Let’s continue discussing the case. You haven’t mentioned the detained suspect yet."

"The suspect is named He Zixuan, but everyone calls him He Biandan..."

"He Biandan? That’s quite a unique name. Can you explain?"

Another question from the younger officer, igniting a flicker of irritation in Zheng Dazhi. Seeing the other two did not intervene, Zheng cooperated, "He delivers water to the nearby residences and is a contractor for the water company. He’s commonly known as He Biandan because he traditionally carries water with a shoulder pole."

"Which water company does he work for?"

Zheng glanced at the junior officer but saw him busy writing.

"He works for Heaven Mountain Water Company. This company is responsible for the bottled water in this area, and its logo is on all the bottles."

"Alright. Continue."

"Ma, remember to be polite when speaking to people."

"Yes, chief."

Zheng glanced at the amiable older officer and continued, "He Biandan had previously delivered water to Chen Lijuan. Zhou Xiaogang was also present during one delivery, but a conflict occurred later, and He Biandan reportedly threatened ’I’ll kill you’ or something along those lines. Oh, this is according to what Zhou Xiaogang said later."

"So, you arrested him based on these statements?"

Zheng furrowed his brow, sensing a tone of critique. He shook his head, "Mere allegations aren’t proof. We conducted evidence collection at the crime scene. We found He Biandan’s fingerprints and footprints, and the murder weapon also bore his prints. All evidence pointed directly to him. Moreover, on that evening, a shampoo girl saw him entering the premises. Given He Biandan’s distinctive dress, she paid close attention to him, and she identified him when we conducted a photo lineup."

"Does He Zixuan have family?"

"They have a ten-year-old son. No other family."

"Take me to his home," the young officer packed his things, ready to leave, and then, as if recalling something, turned to Zheng Dazhi, "Why didn’t you report the case? Do you think a local police station can handle a murder case?"

Zheng was taken aback, then the experienced officer interjected, "Ma, that was inappropriate. We’re all comrades on the same front. What’s this talk of local levels? If the chief heard this, he’d bang the table in anger."

The junior officer continued packing without a word, creating an awkward atmosphere.

What followed was a conversation between the two chiefs. Cheng Gong, chuckling, insisted on treating them to lunch, which the older officer repeatedly declined, mentioning he still needed to visit a senior chief and sort out the case details, pushing back and forth, laughing along, and the room quieted down.