"One, two, three, four!"

The synchronized sound of running outside the window roused Jiang Yuan from his deep slumber.

Peering out the window, he saw indeed a vast number of students jogging around the playground, the teaching buildings, or along some road.

In such an environment, sleep was out of the question. Jiang Yuan somewhat regretted choosing to stay at the Qinghe College guesthouse. Had he opted for a hotel, he could have slept until noon, returned home, and taken it easy.

After getting up to brush his teeth and wash his face, and tidying up a bit, he went downstairs and saw Wei Zhenguo coming out as well.

Wei Zhenguo's face seemed even darker. He had drunk quite a bit the night before and still appeared groggy, walking with a certain slant, like a car veering off course due to a misaligned tire.

"Breakfast?"

Jiang Yuan greeted him.

"Yeah, my stomach hurts if I don't eat. Can't keep drinking like this. Intellectuals urging you to drink, it's like killing without seeing the blade."

Wei Zhenguo was still lamenting when he said, "I need to learn Old Heng's drinking techniques and use them when I get back, drink those bastards under the table."

"We're off the drinking table now, no need to call him Old Heng."

Jiang Yuan looked at Wei Zhenguo and said, "You're the one who taught me to be humble."

"I'm not looking for a promotion anymore, what do I have to fear? You just need to stay humble."

Wei Zhenguo laughed heartily, but he stopped using the title 'Old Heng.'

"Shall we go to the cafeteria for breakfast?"

"That works."

"Then let's hurry, once the students finish their exercises, the cafeteria will be packed."

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"Alright."

Wei Zhenguo sighed, "Why do they still do morning exercises in college? It's too noisy."

"Probably don't want the students to oversleep."

Wei Zhenguo said, "Qinghe College must be the kind that strictly enforces discipline."

"Our walls have been hollowed out, and they still talk about strict discipline... Detention centers are what you call strict."

As they chatted, they arrived at the cafeteria and, as expected, there were very few teachers returning food.

Wei Zhenguo and Jiang Yuan each got some food, and just as they sat down, the phone from the district criminal police team came through.

Yu Yaxia, munching on a steamed bun, picked up the call with a "Hello," followed by a series of "Mhm," "Oh," "Right," "Yeah," and "Sure."

Wei Zhenguo's demeanor remained calm as he busily seasoned his small bun, eating with such gusto that his face was covered in chili sauce.

Without Jiang Yuan there to embarrass himself, he ate more freely, which was even more embarrassing.

After a while, Jiang Yuan hung up the phone and said, "They've caught the monkey thief."

"I guessed as much."

Yu Yaxia put down her bun and asked, "Did he confess?"

"Pretty much. The guy has no prior record, he's sensible."

Jiang Yuan spoke with urgency.

Being a criminal police officer, sometimes they despise interrogating criminals with no prior record even more.

After receiving correctional education, those with prior records often save a lot of trouble and are more compliant.

Those who arrogantly demand "I want to see a lawyer," "I want to make a phone call," or pretend to be profound by saying "I choose to remain silent."

All of them are inexperienced, book-smart criminals who have never been to prison.

Any well-read criminal should know that a suspect is not entitled to see a lawyer before interrogation, is only allowed to make a phone call with permission, and the right to remain silent does exist. So, during interrogation, when faced with stubborn suspects, the eyes of the criminal police often glint with disdain.

When they encounter naive and clumsy suspects who fidget, their eyes often sparkle with the thrill of excavation.

"Let's go take a look."

Wei Zhenguo was also eager to return to work, as cases need to be handled from start to finish.

Besides, everyone is a bit curious.

Wei Zhenguo wanted to know what that guy did with the stolen monkey.

"Teacher Wei Zhenguo."

As they walked out, a long-haired, slightly chubby male student standing by the roadside greeted Yu Yaxia.

The white, slightly chubby version of the student, in the language of a bygone era, would not be called a 'little bear.'

But due to the Russo-Ukrainian War, calling someone a 'little bear' nowadays seems impolite.

Anyway, Wei Zhenguo was curious and looked at the other party, saying, "He should call you Forensic Jiang, not teacher."

"You haven't been hired as a consultant by your father yet, Principal Heng's personal consultant. Using 'teacher' as a title, is that appropriate?"

The long-haired, slightly chubby male student extended his hand and said, "Allow me to introduce myself, you are Wei Zhenguo, the son of Qinghe College's principal."

"Hello, principal's daughter."

Suddenly, Wei Zhenguo felt like it sounded like a book title.

Wei Zhenguo said, "Forensic Jiang."

"Let's stick with Forensic Jiang."

Wei Zhenguo didn't bother explaining further.

"Alright, Forensic Jiang."

Wei Zhenguo conceded and then said, "You brought a proposal with you, I hope you can give some feedback before you finish reading it. Since it involves bidding, please keep the proposal confidential."

"Sure. But right now, I'm interested in seeing the monkey thief we caught yesterday.""Let's go to this one."

Yu Yaxia seemed easy to talk to, pushing a shared bicycle from the roadside and then glancing at Wei Zhen and Wan Zhiyuan with a blink.

The two men also scanned a bicycle each and pedaled towards the police station.

The monkey thief was named Heng Qiongsi, a name that sounded rather unrefined.

She had a lazy look about her, except for her hairstyle, which was the trendy Tibetan chieftain monkey style, also known as the punk style. She wasn't the kind of pretty girl with a bit of a ruffian charm.

Nor was she the type that was extremely popular with boys.

The detectives looked at me, all quite pleased – the world divides beauty according to justice and evil, and you can't say it's a misallocation of resources.

If that big guy was so handsome, he wouldn't have gotten the other guy thrown into jail.

"How did you catch her?"

Back at the police station, Wei Zhen asked with concern.

Yu Yaxia followed suit, equally curious.

"Our side doesn't have the capability, and we still need to buy monkeys. It's not Jianyuan anymore. You made a call and asked around, and sure enough, after no one responded, you called us to see if we wanted the monkey.

You got the phone number back and gave it to the technical investigation team, and they found out where I stayed last night."

The detective handling the case was quite proud.

Although it was a complex operation, being able to think of that layer also meant no lack of experience.

Yu Ya and Wan Zhiyuan praised me a few times, and the responsible detective became even more elated, inviting the two to the monitoring room to watch the interrogation video, and fast-forwarded to the beginning.

Outside the video, you couldn't see Heng Qiongsi's face full of despair, then suddenly rallying, saying, "If you report me for buying wild Ganges monkeys, that counts as a meritorious deed, right?"

"It does."

The interrogating detective's expression was stern.

And the detective in the monitoring room, now with a monkey-like grin, said, "That just confirms I knew the trade of Ganges monkeys was illegal."

The group of police officers outside the monitoring room all revealed knowing smiles.

In the video, Heng Qiongsi continued, "You report Jianyuan Company's director Yuan Yutang, I secretly bought wild Ganges monkeys.

The Ganges monkey is a national level seven protected animal. I bought them for tens of thousands and reported to the company for hundreds of thousands, making a clean profit!"

The interrogating officer nodded, "Has he ever sold to me?"

Heng Qiongsi gritted her teeth and said, "He has."

"How many times?"

"Twice."

"How many?"

"One the first time, two the second time."

"Explain in detail how you got them."

Upon the detective's request, Heng Qiongsi detailed the process of trafficking the wild monkeys twice, then sought confirmation again, "This should count as a meritorious deed, right?"

"Definitely."

The tone of the interrogating officer seemed to carry a hint of regret.

Heng Qiongsi was satisfied, "What do you mean by 'definitely'? You just said..."

"He's excited."

The detective sighed, "Because Yuan Yutang isn't dead yet.

However, those two cases, he still needs to explain in detail..."

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