"Lin, do you think the money they get from stealing electric bikes is enough to cover the rent?"

Watching Wu Degui walk into the community with the security guard saluting him respectfully, Lu Chuan knew that this guy was indeed a resident here.

If not bought, then rented.

But even if it's rented, renting a house in this community would cost at least twenty to thirty thousand a month.

Unless Wu Degui monopolizes all the electric bike thefts in the city, it's hard to imagine him making that much money.

When something is out of the ordinary, there's always something fishy.

Yang Lin obviously also saw the security guard saluting Wu Degui.

"Chuan…do you think he could be the security captain here?"

"A bike thief three days ago, suddenly turning into the security captain of a high-end villa area?"

Lu Chuan smirked, "Do you think that's possible?"

Yang Lin was clearly not giving up, the script shouldn't be written this way.

"Then…is it possible that he's originally a rich person who just enjoys stealing stuff?"

"Dude, didn't you just call the City Gate Police Station? We know all about Wu Degui's background, don't we?"

Such a situation was obviously beyond Yang Lin's ability to handle.

After all, he had just joined the office for half a year and hadn't experienced enough.

But that didn't mean Yang Lin had no solutions: "Chuan, don't worry, give me a moment."

"What's up?"

Yang Lin waved his hand, "Relax, I have a plan!"

"Master… I have good news to report."

"We've got a lead on your stolen electric bike?"

"Couldn't find it yet…but we found the person…Yes, yes, we're at Pine Forest Villa on North Station Road. I'm with Lu Chuan from the Criminal Investigation Team…"

"Alright, we'll wait here."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Lin looked relaxed, "No worries, Director Huang will be here soon."

Lu Chuan gave Yang Lin a thumbs up for his maneuver.

"Well done!"

"So your plan was just to call in backup, huh?"

Lu Chuan thought he could call in people too, and certainly more than Yang Lin.

"You're a technical detective, I just started here six months ago, safety first."

Yang Lin offered Lu Chuan an irrefutable reason.

Yet this small matter showed that the Huaguang Street Police Station did a great job in self-safety protection education.

Twenty minutes later, Huang Jianmin sat in Lu Chuan's Cayenne.

He shifted his body, feeling the luxury car's leather seat, and commented thoughtfully, "Lu Chuan, you're using your personal car for official duties, huh."

Even as the station director, he was still riding an electric bike, while others start with a Cayenne.

"No worries, Director Huang, it's just some money."

Is it really about money?

As expected, Huang Jianmin dropped the topic, "What's the situation?"

"Master," Song Yaoyao's old treasure getting caught was also a big help to Yang Lin, winning praise and awards right after joining, so Director Huang Jianmin kept him around: "We found the thief who stole your electric bike."

"His name is Wu Degui, from the provincial capital's City Gate Town. Lu Chuan found his fingerprints on the first electric bike he stole."

"After confirming his identity, I got in touch with the City Gate Police Station, using that delivery method you taught me last time to find his hiding spot."

"Then we followed him here."

"Officer Lu, I'm really sorry to trouble you with this small matter."

Yang Lin and Lu Chuan were classmates and close friends, so anything goes between them.

But not Huang Jianmin; though he was the director, he kept a low profile in front of the criminal investigation team's crime scene expert.

"No need to be formal, Director Huang. We were just on a routine patrol today and happened to go over this case with Yang Lin."

"Master, just as this guy entered the community, the security guard saluted him. He should be a homeowner or a tenant here."

"A bike thief living in such a high-end place must be up to no good!"

"We didn't follow him in and reported to you immediately."

Huang Jianmin nodded. Over the past half year, he had really only taught Yang Lin one thing.

What matters he could decide for himself, and to what extent.

What matters required reporting to superiors, and to whom.

Clearly, at this moment, it was playing its role.

He patted Yang Lin's shoulder, "Well done, you should report under such circumstances promptly."

When something is out of the ordinary and you're not sure, that's the premise for reporting.

But like when determining Wu Degui's address, pretending to be a delivery person and calling Wu Degui, that's no problem.

If you can't even deal with a thief, what kind of police are you?

But when that thief is living in a high-end community clearly beyond his spending capacity, then there must be something wrong.

Pulling out the radio, Huang Jianmin began to arrange things: "Old Luo, check with the community to see if Wu Degui is renting or a homeowner."

The possibility of being a homeowner is small, as villas here cost at least ten million, and some are worth tens of millions.

If renting, the rent isn't cheap either.

Selling a stolen electric bike and selling a normally second-hand electric bike don't fetch the same price.

An eighty-percent-new Yadea electric bike, if sold normally, might fetch 2,000 yuan, but if stolen, it would only sell for at most 500 yuan.

The portion taken is the cut from the middlemen dealing with stolen goods.

Of course, this cut, while large, is due to the high risk they bear.

For example, repainting or selling in other locations increases costs.

As for not making any modifications and selling locally, most fools like that get caught.

Old Luo, the seasoned cop of the Huaguang Street Police Station.

Working in this area for over twenty years, he knew every nook and cranny of the district.

"Roger that."

The slightly raspy voice came through the radio.

It didn't take long for a dark-skinned middle-aged man to get into Lu Chuan's Cayenne.

"Chief, it's all checked out."

The man getting in was Old Luo: "He's neither the owner nor a tenant here, he's visiting relatives."

"Visiting relatives?"

Old Luo nodded, "This Wu Degui is staying at Villa No. 12, owned by Wang Song, who went abroad a year ago. The house was rented to an outsider from the south named Wang Miao."

"Wu Degui is his distant uncle."

Distant uncle?

Wu Degui is a true northerner, since when did he become a distant uncle to someone from the south?

"Anything else?"

"Yes, there are about a dozen people living in the villa, all relatives of Wang Miao, who moved in the past year."

"All relatives?"

Huang Jianmin frowned, clearly there's something going on here.

Not to mention, why didn't Wu Degui let Yang Lin deliver the package directly to the villa?

Instead, he chose a nearby Half Past Eight Supermarket.

The only reason for doing so is to hide his true residence.

Do upright people hide their addresses from delivery personnel?

They'd want the delivery right to their doorstep.

So, what are these dozen people doing?

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