When leaving the rice roll shop, Peng Yu still looked anxious and struggled to stuff the bag into Brother Song's arms.

Brother Song naturally refused sternly and ran away with Qi Yuan.

"Brother Song." After walking out for a long time, Qi Yuan couldn't help but ask: "Is our grassroots really so bad?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Look," Qi Yuan said: "A good businessman, who used to sell rice rolls, has a bit of blood in his bones, but he was forced to be like this. He wanted to give us money after just a few words. Asking some questions makes you feel like we are going to throw dirty water..."

"This problem." Brother Song sighed and said, "As you can see, it is indeed bad, but the main problem does not lie with the grassroots, but with the lack of effective supervision, which leads to some individuals being domineering all day long.

In addition, it is actually not as bad as you think. More often than not, it is just a piece of mouse droppings that spoils the whole pot of porridge.

Also, what do you think when you see someone collecting hundreds or even thousands of dollars from a boss like Peng Yu without being punished and living a comfortable life? Next time he stuffs money into your pocket, you will be fine. Not accepted?

What's more, if you don't accept it, you may be targeted by those who are domineering and think that you are not the same person, and this road will be difficult to walk. In this case, what should you do?

Therefore, in many cases, rot is contagious, either actively or passively, but once it is rotten, the gap is opened, the beast in the heart is released, and it can never be shut back again.

These guys can only be regarded as flies at best, but flies are very disgusting and give people a very bad first impression. They ruin our reputation. Therefore, these guys must be dealt with strictly.

However, the relationship behind this is complicated and very difficult to deal with. Please don’t get involved. I will notify Team Xun and Team Su and ask them to contact the prosecutor to handle it. Our work should focus on solving the case."

Qi Yuan nodded slightly, changed the subject and asked, "Then where should we go next?"

"Luo Haopeng's house." Brother Song said: "According to what Peng Yu said, Luo Haopeng had a close relationship with Lin Chu in the past, and the two often flirted with each other. It just so happened that he also lived in Nanpai New Village, so maybe we could get a breakthrough from him.

However, he is different from Peng Yu. Peng Yu is considered a prodigal son who has turned back and wants to live a stable life, but it sounds like this Luo Haopeng is still hanging around. He was also the one who was detained for committing crimes before...

Such a person has a very complex psychology towards us criminal police officers, including contempt, disgust, fear and other emotions. This also leads to them sometimes deliberately not cooperating when facing us for various reasons in order to provoke us.

Especially those gangsters who have not made any big mistakes, they seem to be even more lawless. They may be more restrained when facing colleagues who are not clean themselves, but for us, the generals who follow the rules, they are all kinds of provocations and annoying. Very, as if this can satisfy their ridiculous self-esteem."

"Uh..." Qi Yuan scratched his head and said, "No way, this Luo Haopeng must be quite old, and he's still so middle school?"

"Secondary two? This word describes it well." Brother Song said: "But there is no inevitable connection between the second grade and age. I have met people in their fifties and sixties, and the second grade makes people feel goosebumps. .”

"Then what should we do now? We can't see him anymore?"

"See you, but you can't follow the rules like that."

"Don't follow the rules? If Captain Su finds out, he will be beaten to death, right?"

"Of course it's not that I don't say it, nor that I want to break the rules, I just want to act like that. Besides, do you think Captain Su is a man of rules?

Oh, you don’t know that when he is arresting some extremely heinous criminals, such as human traffickers and strong criminals like Goldfish, he often takes advantage of the situation to arrest people and even breaks their legs.”

As he spoke, Brother Song chuckled, stretched out his hand and waved his police hat, deliberately wearing the brim of the hat a little crookedly. Then he raised the corners of his mouth, slumped his shoulders and tilted his head, and said, "What, do you look like a naughty person now?"

"Ahem," Qi Yuan coughed twice: "Just looking at you like that, I really want to arrest you as someone pretending to be a police officer."

"That's no problem, as long as we can get past that guy. As long as we make him think that we are not behaving properly, he will be really afraid and won't be so unscrupulous, so that he can cooperate with us in the investigation."

Brother Song put his hat straight again, looked around guiltily, and said, "It's better to be serious now. Someone will file a complaint about this police officer's appearance, and he will probably be detained by Team Su."

"If you don't tell him, he doesn't behave himself. Aren't we afraid of him?"

"emmm..."

…

After finding the address, Brother Song twisted his hat again and knocked on the door. Luo Haopeng was not here now, but his old father was at home reading the newspaper.

When he saw Brother Song in police uniform, the old man was startled, and then he got angry. Before Brother Song could say anything, he cursed loudly: "Comrade police, are you looking for that bad boy? Has he caused trouble again?"

"Hello." Brother Song straightened his hat without leaving a trace, and said seriously: "We have Luo Haopeng. We have a case that requires his cooperation in the investigation. Why, isn't he at home?"

"The devil knows where he died!" The old man said very angrily: "I haven't seen anyone else for two or three days!"

Brother Song's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't been home for a few days. Could it be that this guy ran away?

Could it be that he is the murderer or one of the perpetrators?

Immediately afterwards, the old man asked again: "Comrade police, what did that bastard do again?"

"Old sir, you misunderstood. It wasn't him who committed the crime this time." He quickly regained his composure, and after thinking about his words, Brother Song said, "It's his friend's business..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old man interrupting him with his beard and glare, gritting his teeth and cursing: "What the hell is the difference? I'm a bastard who doesn't learn how to learn and just hangs around with a bunch of gangsters all day long, just to cause trouble for me! If you want, arrest me."

Take him away and put him in death row, and don’t bother me!"

Seeing this, Brother Song couldn't help but smile bitterly to calm his excitement. After a long time, he saw that he had calmed down a bit before asking: "Old man, do you know where he went?"

"How do I know?" The old man rolled his eyes: "If I had known, I would have caught him long ago."

"Then do you know where he usually goes?"

"It's possible in bars, KTVs, Internet cafes, food stalls, or just riding a motorcycle on the street. I can't find it, and I won't answer the phone." The old man became excited again: "I want to see it.

Sooner or later he will die outside!"

Brother Song had no choice but to comfort him for a while, and then asked: "Old man, do you know anyone who can play well with him? Also, do you have any contact information?"
Chapter completed!