I clearly came to collect evidence and then report that strange boss, so how did I end up eating three bowls of tofu pudding again?

Damn!

This food stall definitely has something fishy going on. There must be something addictive in the food, otherwise why can’t I stop eating every time?

Even Zhao Ming had a new suspicion.

This peculiar boss might not be working alone; it’s likely a gang operation.

He first keeps promoting various new snacks, and once they become popular, he lets his gang members make these well-known snacks, making quite a bit of money in just a few days.

Zhao Ming calculated for a moment.

That pot of tofu pudding can easily sell over a thousand bowls, because each time he only scoops a thin spoonful, the rest is all side dishes.

Setting up the stall for less than two hours, the gross income is almost ten thousand.

And that rabbit head, also in less than two hours, directly heading for nearly twenty thousand.

"They might even come out with new snacks tomorrow. This gang must hit and run. Once they’ve made enough here, they’ll move to the next city to continue earning!"

"Damn, they’re really black-hearted!"

Although the tofu pudding and rabbit head are really delicious, Zhao Ming kept thinking of that breakfast shop he used to visit as a child.

He still took out his phone.

But before dialing, he divided the remaining "evidence," the rabbit heads, into two bags.

He kept one rabbit head as evidence, put the rest into his shoulder bag, thinking he wouldn’t be able to eat this again, and he could heat it up later tonight for another meal.

...

Dongyang, Third Street Police Station.

Officer Qian Zhijie was on duty tonight, along with two auxiliary police officers.

"Old Qian, I say it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. In our line of work, irregular eating and sleeping patterns, and sitting for long periods are all normal."

Another auxiliary officer, Zhang Xiaobin, also consoled him, "Yeah, Master Qian, I saw on Douyin they say nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids. Just get it removed, otherwise it’ll worsen later. It’s not a big deal now, but it’ll be a pain later."

Qian Zhijie, only thirty-three, felt uncomfortable and scratched his behind, "It’s fine. I asked around. Mine are internal hemorrhoids, and if I regulate my eating and sleeping cycles, they’ll go away."

Zhang Xiaobin just joined, and Qian Zhijie is his mentor, "Master, why not go and rest on the bed? I see there’s nothing big happening tonight, Wen Ping and I can keep watch."

Zhao Wenping, who joined a few years before Zhang Xiaobin, also said, "Yeah, nothing’s likely to happen at this hour. We’ll patrol later and call you if anything comes up."

These days, public awareness has improved significantly, and street security is pretty good.

Except for the occasional drunk causing trouble, night shifts are quite relaxed.

Cases like theft or robbery are rare nowadays.

Qian Zhijie nodded, tossing the half-pack of Zhongnanhai on the table, "Alright then, you two work hard, breakfast is on me tomorrow."

Just as he finished speaking, the phone in the duty room rang.

The three exchanged glances, somewhat helplessly.

Qian Zhijie picked up the phone, and after just a few words, his helpless look turned serious, "In our jurisdiction?"

"Night Market Street?"

"Tsk... Give me the informant’s number, I need to understand the situation later."

Before hanging up, Qian Zhijie spoke into the receiver, "By the way, our station hasn’t closed for the night, we have sufficient personnel, we can handle it, yeah, we’ll call for help if needed."

"What’s up, Master? Why do we need other jurisdictions to cooperate?"

Qian Zhijie swallowed, grabbed the Zhongnanhai, lit one, took two deep drags, then exhaled a long puff of smoke, "This is your chance for confirmation, change into plain clothes and come with me!"

Confirmation?

Zhang Xiaobin was still puzzled, while the more experienced Zhao Wenping nudged him with his elbow, "Don’t ask, hurry up."

Zhao Wenping knew, this rare opportunity had arrived!

When he joined a few years back, he heard that these days, in the jurisdiction, what do they like the most?

Drug addicts and dealers.

These guys are not very strong, and with the current security level, they rarely carry highly dangerous weapons, but... there are big rewards!

No wonder earlier Qian Zhijie specifically mentioned that Third Street Police Station could handle this; if other stations knew, they’d be fighting over it!

Qian Zhijie wasn’t nervous at all, he was rather excited.

The three quickly changed into plain clothes, Qian Zhijie hung handcuffs on his waist, only took a telescopic baton with him, and when he reached the courtyard, he decisively threw the car keys to Zhao Wenping in front of a black Santana, "Take my car."

Once in the car, he started contacting the number he had noted down earlier.

The other party answered quickly.

After introducing himself, Qian Zhijie directly asked, "What’s the situation on the ground?"

"Officer, I suspect that there’s something added to the snacks at this Night Market Street stall. I’m not just guessing, I have evidence!"

Qian Zhijie patted Zhao Wenping, whispered holding the phone, "Go back and grab some test strips."

This kind of case is the simplest. If the snacks really have that stuff, let the people who ate them take a urine test, and it’ll be clear. The test strips are very sensitive, even a tiny bit can be detected.

Two lines mean there’s something, one line means there’s nothing.

Zhao Wenping quickly retrieved the items, jumped into the car, and the three rushed towards Night Market Street in a hurry.

On the way, Qian Zhijie repeatedly gathered more information over the phone.

"Master, how is it?" Zhang Xiaobin was also somewhat excited by now.

This case was different from those he used to deal with, which were either mediating old ladies arguing or domestic disputes. He thought his youth might pass by dealing with these trivial matters; who knew a big case would come along!

"The informant said the snack stall appeared two days ago, and everyone who ate there can’t stop wanting more. And those who ate yesterday almost all came back today, demanding the boss make another batch."

"Tsk." Zhao Wenping spoke with the Zhongnanhai in his mouth, not even caring that ashes fell on his pants, "Now that you mention it, it reminds me of that case in the city over a decade ago. The nearby diners were mostly students, and it was all over the news back then!"

Qian Zhijie nodded, "Exactly, that’s the concern. Of course, we can’t jump to conclusions."

He quickly assigned tasks in a few words.

When they get to Night Market Street, they shouldn’t alert anyone. It’s best to contact the informant first and then find relevant people to cooperate with a urine test.

It’s not too late to take action once the results are confirmed; if they act rashly without understanding the situation and make a mistake, that would be bad.

After all, as a rookie, Zhang Xiaobin asked, "Can’t we just test the food from the stall?"

Qian Zhijie shook his head, "No, test strips are primarily for detecting metabolites, directly using food introduces too many variables, and the results may be inaccurate."

Some seasonings placed directly on the test strips may also lead to false positives or negatives. Urine is the most accurate.

For the sake of his opportunity to confirm, Zhao Wenping drove quickly on the way, almost running several red lights just to rush through.

At the edge of Night Market Street, Qian Zhijie didn’t care about getting ticketed, allowing Zhao Wenping to leave the car on the roadside, "Let’s go, I’ve confirmed the spot with the informant, it’s three hundred meters inside, behind the fried skewer stall."

As Zhang Xiaobin walked, he tightly clenched his fists, feeling the excitement with every step, "Master, is it the fried skewer boss?"

"No, it’s a couple stalls down, the tofu pudding seller!"

Zhang Xiaobin silently noted that down.

The tofu pudding seller!

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