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However, since we didn't find anything useful in the apartment, it was likely that the useful items were not stored there. They must be either in the bathroom or in the yard; that much was certain. With this thought in mind, I said to the others, "You all check the yard to see if there are any places where something could be hidden. I'll go check the bathroom."
As I opened the bathroom door, a foul odor wafted out. It was one of those old squat toilets, with a large pit dug behind the house where waste accumulated. Normally, it wouldn't take long before someone came to empty it. They would charge five or ten yuan to clear out the pit for reuse.
However, the pit at Qiang's house clearly hadn't been emptied in a long time. The waste had piled up to an unpleasant level, making it quite disgusting and frustrating. Looking around, I noticed that the bathroom wasn't very spacious; even a somewhat overweight person would struggle to fit inside. Holding my nose, I took a closer look and suddenly noticed that one of the bricks by the squat toilet wasn't fitted tightly.
This brick seemed out of place compared to the others, and there was a slight layer of dust on the ground beneath it. It was positioned about thirty centimeters above the floor. Frowning slightly, I bent down and grabbed it with one hand, moving it back and forth. To my surprise, I discovered that this brick was movable.
Enduring the overwhelming stench, I yanked the brick out. Behind it was a small hollow space. I reached in and felt something; soon enough, an object was grasped in my hand. It was a small bag, which I pulled out and exited the bathroom.
The bag was opaque and neatly folded; I had no idea what was inside. As I carefully unwrapped it layer by layer, I discovered that it contained syringes, rubber bands, and other items. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that there were some sticky substances inside the syringes.
There was no need to ask; it was clear that Qiang was using drugs. The syringes were for intravenous use, and the residue inside must have been drugs. To be safe, Juan Juan decided to take them back to the Police Department for proper testing. I nodded and instructed Dezi to contact the Police Department so we could head over immediately.
Lü Weiguo looked at the syringes and said, "I didn't expect this kid really used drugs. Good thing I stopped hanging out with him two years ago; otherwise, I'd be in trouble too. People can be so clueless sometimes; many times, seemingly insignificant choices lead to such outcomes."
We had heard quite a bit of Lü Weiguo's philosophical musings along the way; perhaps he had read too many self-help books. I said to him, "Thank you for cooperating with us; you can go now. But please leave your phone number so you can keep your phone on 24/7 in case we need to reach you immediately. Understand?"
Lü Weiguo nodded and replied, "I understand. You all know where I live; if there's anything you need from me, just ask—I will cooperate fully."
On our way back to the Police Department, Mary said to me, "Lü Weiguo has no suspicions against him; he was still working a week ago, and many people can vouch for that. But as for Qiang, I can't find much more information about him. After graduating from Junior High School, his records are scarce, and he isn't listed in any rehabilitation centers—looks like he hasn't been forced into detox yet."
I nodded and said to Mary, "From what we gathered from Lü Weiguo's words earlier, we can analyze this further. A year ago, Lü Weiguo visited Qiang's home. Back then, everything seemed intact there; now it looks like a beggar's home. Analyzing from this timeline suggests that Qiang has been using drugs for about a year."
Dezi also nodded and added, "Right; that kid didn't run away too fast either. If he were a long-term addict, I doubt he'd be able to run like that. But looking at Qiang's condition—his steps did seem a bit unsteady. From behind, he looked as thin as a stick; it seems he's using drugs but hasn't been doing so for long."
Upon returning to the Police Department, we coincidentally ran into Xiao Jingguang coming out after giving his statement. He nodded briefly upon seeing us and then asked proactively, "Officer, have you found anything?"
"There are discoveries," I replied to Xiao Jingguang, "but it's confidential information regarding the case that I can't disclose." I continued, "However, we have leads now but are still investigating the case. This means you still need to adhere to our previous agreement—your suspicions haven't been fully cleared yet. I hope you understand this is part of our duty."
Xiao Jingguang nodded seriously and said, "I understand this point. You are also trying to catch the Killer as soon as possible. I have already given my statement inside, and the police said I could leave. In that case, I will head back now. If you have any more questions for me, just give me a call or come to my house. Although I broke up with Zhao Kaifang, I was once her man, and I hope you can catch the Killer soon."
"Don't worry," I replied earnestly. "The Killer won't be at large for much longer."
"Thank you." With that, Xiao Jingguang walked out.
Mary shook her head, her eyes practically sparkling. She said, "What a great guy! So considerate! I can't believe what Zhao Kaifang is thinking. If I were his girlfriend, I would never break up with him. Even after the breakup, Xiao Jingguang still cares so much. What girl wouldn't like a guy like that?"
Dezi scoffed at Mary's infatuation and said, "Not all girls like that type of guy. To me, he seems too soft and not at all sunny. By the way, isn't Zhao Ke'er not into guys like him? Otherwise, she wouldn't have rated him that way in high school."
Seeing Yan Junde's expression, Juan Juan covered her mouth and chuckled softly before whispering to me, "Dezi is jealous! I've noticed for a long time that Dezi likes Mary."
I couldn't draw any conclusions about that. Dezi had indeed shown this tendency multiple times unintentionally, but matters of the heart are never clear-cut. Despite my frequent teasing about how perfect they would be together, I personally dislike playing matchmaker. After all, only the feet know if the shoes fit.
This was just a small interlude; the Special Investigation Team had to get back to work. Juan Juan went to the lab to check whether the contents of the syringe were indeed drugs. Meanwhile, we were in the Police Department's conference room investigating Qiang's case. The Police Department had already notified various precincts and transportation hubs to closely monitor Qiang and immediately apprehend him upon sighting.
In a short amount of time, it was impossible for Qiang to reach the train station or bus station; by the time he arrived at those places, we would have already set up a trap waiting for him. Qiang would not be able to escape this city; no matter where he hid, it was only a matter of time before we found him.
While we hadn't located Qiang yet, Mary discovered something interesting. It turned out that the area we visited was known locally as "Drug Village," which gathered many drug users. That was in the Old Town District where many houses were abandoned; these homeless addicts congregated there.
These individuals often ended up in rehabilitation centers for forced detoxification for a period of time but returned to drug use once they were released. In fact, addiction is difficult to overcome primarily due to two aspects: physiological and social factors. According to a friend of mine, he has never seen anyone truly detoxed.
Physiological detoxification is just one aspect; when users endure pain and suffering to quit drugs, they often find themselves approached by their former "brothers" who used to gather with them to use drugs after leaving rehab. After several encounters, they inevitably return to drug use.
My friend mentioned he had never seen anyone who truly detoxed; there was one person who moved away with his family after leaving rehab to start anew in an unfamiliar place. Ten years passed without incident until he returned home and reconnected with his old addict friends—ten years of sobriety ruined in an instant.
Therefore, drugs are something one must never touch; once involved, the consequences will haunt them for a lifetime.
Juan Juan's results came back quickly—it was indeed drugs.
I nodded and said, "Someone like Qiang, once the addiction kicks in, will be desperate. He will find a way to get it, judging by the current situation. But we haven't found any traces of drugs in his yard. First, he must have hidden them somewhere unknown in his house.
"Second, if he hasn't hidden them at home, he will definitely look to buy from others in the Bungalow area." I frowned and continued, "The reason so many addicts gather there can't just be because they love to socialize. It suggests that someone is dealing."
"Based on these two points, Qiang can't have gone too far," I stated. "Addiction is like a rope, and he is the kite! He won't dare to cut that line."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
I rubbed my temples and then addressed the Police Department personnel, saying, "Start setting up an ambush in the Weimin District's Bungalow area. It won't be long before he returns."
Director Wang from the Police Department replied, "To be honest, we've been monitoring this area for a while. The reason we haven't acted yet is that we want to avoid alarming anyone and hope to catch the entire supply organization behind this operation. Right now, it's easy to spook them. We can't send too many people; otherwise, we'll expose ourselves."
I hadn't expected the Police Department to have such considerations. A case involving Zhao Kaifang had somehow become entangled with this situation. After thinking for a moment, I said, "That's fine; our Special Investigation Team can handle it ourselves. Your team can focus on surveillance and investigation while we take care of the arrest. How does that sound?"
"That sounds excellent."
In an unsolved mystery, a 21st-century Airborne Troops unit mysteriously appeared in North America, rescuing an Indian Red-Haired Beauty, enjoying the company of a Blue-Eyed Busty Blonde, dominating Wall Street, amassing wealth across America, and initiating a Han Ethnic Colonial Global Model.
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