Diary of a Criminal Investigator

In the nearly 5 years that Zhang Erhe had served as an auxiliary police officer, he had taken on many tasks and faced several dangers.

But before, the most dangerous situations involved breaking up a few gang fights, handling a few drunks, and dealing with some small-time thugs, which Zhang Erhe could handle with little effort.

But this time was different; it was the closest Zhang Erhe had come to death.

The kitchen knife glinted with traces of blood, and Zhang Erhe knew that was his own blood.

Now, the knife was swinging toward his neck.

This was the first time Zhang Erhe encountered a life-and-death crisis.

Moreover, Song Tiejun and Zhang Erhe had grown up together, and it was hard for Zhang Erhe to accept that his childhood friend was now wielding a knife to kill him!

But faced with a life-and-death crisis, Zhang Erhe displayed the professional qualities of an auxiliary police officer.

He dodged the knife with a donkey roll!

The knife struck with great force, and Song Tiejun lost control, causing sparks to fly as the knife hit the ground.

In truth, what people call fighting is nothing more than speed, accuracy, and power.

Especially in sudden situations, it’s all about who is steady and fast, who is accurate and ruthless.

All those fighting styles and techniques are often useless; in crisis moments, it’s either stabbing with a knife or dodging one, and the fight is over.

Zhang Erhe’s left shoulder had a wound so deep it exposed bone, but facing a life crisis, he couldn’t care about the excruciating pain.

After dodging Song Tiejun’s knife with a donkey roll, he flipped himself onto Song Tiejun’s body.

His left hand was powerless, so he made a fist with his right hand and punched Song Tiejun fiercely on the head.

At this point, Sun Jianguo also got up from the ground.

When he fell, Sun Jianguo only had a few scratches on his arm, with no other injuries affecting his fighting ability.

Of course, Sun Jianguo didn’t have much fighting ability to begin with.

"Erhe, stop it!"

In a state of adrenaline rush, Zhang Erhe’s fists were covered in blood, and Song Tiejun lay limp on the ground, his nose already smashed in.

"Ah ah ah..."

When Zhang Erhe got up to leave, he was gasping heavily, seeing Song Tiejun lying on the ground, incapacitated, and suddenly he felt his strength drained from his body.

The aftermath of the adrenaline surge hit, and now Zhang Erhe didn’t want to move a single finger.

Sun Jianguo kicked away the knife that had nicked the ground, quickly cuffing Song Tiejun.

"Erhe, how are you?"

At this moment, Zhang Erhe realized that the wound on his shoulder felt as if it was tearing him apart.

"Third Uncle... Is my arm gone?"

Sun Jianguo glanced at the wound; it was indeed deep, but far from severed.

Taking out a portable medical kit, Sun Jianguo began bandaging Zhang Erhe: "People from the station are already on their way."

The moment the fight broke out, Sun Jianguo pressed the emergency button on his police device, and the people from the station were already en route. The entire fight had already been recorded.

"Really not gone?"

"Not at all; you’re one lucky kid!"

Moments ago, the two were discussing Zhang Erhe’s formalization, with Sun Jianguo planning to vouch for him.

Now it seemed unnecessary.

Sun Jianguo was well aware of the severity of Song Tiejun’s case, as it was being handled by the major crimes unit at the provincial department.

Five corpses, five lives!

Now he and Erhe had apprehended the suspect.

Even without a first-class merit award, a second-class one was the minimum.

With this credit, Zhang Erhe’s formalization was guaranteed!

Moreover, such situations did not adhere to formalization quota restrictions; significant merit allows for immediate formalization!

Zhang Erhe was fortunate that his injuries weren’t too severe, with the worst being a scar.

The station chief of People Road station was the first to arrive.

When Chen Jiang arrived, Zhang Erhe’s wound had already been mostly treated.

In recent years, the equipment for various essential protective and emergency responses had been improving annually, and this task had clear directives from Li Donglin’s side, requiring all police involved in the investigation to be as fully equipped as possible.

Therefore, both Zhang Erhe and Sun Jianguo brought first-aid kits, and simple bandaging to stop bleeding was no problem.

Sun Jianguo had even carried a gun as per the requirements.

"How is he?"

Chen Jiang was sweating profusely; after receiving Sun Jianguo’s emergency alert, his police device allowed him to hear the sounds of the scene and even replay the surveillance.

When he heard gunshots, Chen Jiang’s heart skipped a beat.

People Road station’s area... truly was a bizarre place.

In Old Street, where Sun Jianguo had lived for half his life and where Zhang Erhe grew up—his father still residing there—

Their investigation there was like going home, seemingly foolproof, yet who could have expected...

It was just so coincidental!

"It’s fine, Director Chen, I won’t die."

Zhang Erhe grinned through the pain, wanting to lift his arm to show Chen Jiang, but ultimately couldn’t lift it.

Song Tiejun’s blow was full-force; it went deep enough to expose bone, leaving blood everywhere. However, Zhang Erhe’s robust build prevented serious harm.

But at this moment, he also looked pale, almost bloodless.

"Is it Little Blacksmith?"

Chen Jiang knew of Song Tiejun, though not closely, but knew he was the one blacksmith in Old Street.

Having a blacksmith these days is quite rare.

"It should be him."

Sun Jianguo looked troubled. The Song Tiejun lying on the ground was practically someone he’d watched grow up.

But not only had he killed, but he also attacked Zhang Erhe and himself.

The opponent had aimed to kill; if not for Erhe’s quick reflexes, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Although he had a gun, the distance was too close at the time, and his reactions were a bit slow, while Song Tiejun was in his prime.

"As long as he’s alright."

Chen Jiang exhaled deeply; it’s just how policing is.

You might go a lifetime without an issue, but even a regular suspect investigation can turn life-threatening.

When Li Donglin and others arrived, Sun Jianguo had already taken Zhang Erhe to the hospital.

In the courtyard, Song Tiejun was handcuffed and sitting on the ground.

"Did you go inside the house?"

"Not yet; we just detained the person. According to Teacher Lu’s orders, no one went inside."

This was most likely the primary crime scene, where Song Tiejun dismembered bodies, so Lu Chuan had quickly instructed them not to enter.

"Director Li, shall I start?"

Li Donglin nodded, and Lu Chuan put on his gear, opening the door.

A metallic scent hit immediately.

Along with a faint smell of blood, the room’s walls had saws and axes hanging, with brownish marks.

The bloodstains hadn’t even been cleaned.

"Where are the heads?"

Outside, Li Donglin personally interrogated.

Five bodies, all had torsos but no heads.

Song Tiejun offered no resistance, knowing full well what was in the side room: "In the furnace, burnt while forging."