Chapter 3: Past Lives, Present Lives, and Causal Points (3)

The composed middle-aged man named Lao Liu seemed to be aware of his own personality; he was not angry. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to him, and then said, "I naturally have something to discuss with you, let's go and talk while we walk..."

"No... what I want to say is..." He Tian Dao suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man, saying: "What I want to say is that this car accident seems to be a coincidence... However, what intrigues me is how the person who killed Luo Fu Ren managed to involve Luo Fu Ren's daughter in this car accident coincidence. Or to put it in a way you can understand... how did he know that an accident would happen there? But what intrigues me is how the person who killed Luo Fu Ren managed to involve Luo Fu Ren's daughter in this car accident coincidence. Or to put it in a way you can understand... how did he know that an accident would happen there? And who could this person be?"

The others could only smile wryly. The person they referred to, named Wei Tiandao, was a retired special forces soldier who had come from the military. However, for reasons unknown, he had been placed in the Public Security Bureau of Shanghai. This individual indeed possessed capabilities, having worked alongside international police to solve several major international drug trafficking cases. Yet, he struggled with interpersonal relations and seemed to lack understanding of the intricacies of officialdom. As a result, not only did he fail to receive a promotion, but he was also criticized for his character over minor issues, leading to his being sidelined in the traffic department. In any case, the traditional approach in China is to disregard the truth of the matter; as long as someone occupies the moral high ground, they can easily bring someone down. Thus, he could only manage traffic issues along a dozen streets with a few young officers.

Those who are familiar with him know that he has a peculiar habit: when solving cases, he tends to smoke when he encounters difficulties. He smokes a total of three cigarettes, and so far, the most he has smoked to crack a case is two cigarettes. This time, he also smoked two cigarettes, which indicates that there are indeed many points of suspicion.

More than ten minutes later, in the smoke-filled conference room, He Tiandao carefully reviewed the materials related to this case one by one. Then, he took out a small metal box from his pocket, which contained only three cigarettes. He took one cigarette out, lit it, and began to smoke. After finishing that cigarette completely, he reviewed all the materials again, and then he smoked a second cigarette.

A man, approximately twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, is sitting in the captain's position. He lowers his head to look at the documents in his hands, continuously speaking: "Xiao Li, please organize the wanted list from Shanghai. By the way, ask if there are any issues in the warehouse... Lao Wang, how did the inquiry about the traffic blockage on a certain street go yesterday? It lasted for five hours; was there something that happened? And also Xiao Xu..."

He did not pay any attention to the heavens, but instead spoke to himself: "First, let us establish a timeline. A few days ago, Luo Furen died on the rooftop of a shopping mall. Subsequently, his enormous wealth, which had been laundered, began to attract the attention of others. However, he had only one daughter, and her biological mother was not his wife, so his daughter should be able to inherit this vast fortune. Then, yesterday morning, the car in which Luo Furen's daughter was riding was involved in a series of major collisions. Her mother died, but she seemed to have been rescued by someone. This is all the information we currently have, is that correct?"

The composed middle-aged man, upon witnessing this, nearly burst into laughter. Ignoring the gazes of the others directed at him, he walked up to He Tiandao's table and knocked on it forcefully, saying: "Tiandao, you still can't seem to sit still, getting these newcomers to busy themselves with this and that... It's truly impressive how you can come up with so many tasks. If it were me, I would have probably fallen asleep by now."

As Ling Xin pondered the secrets of the newspaper fragments in his hand, at that moment in a major crime unit of a public security bureau in Shanghai, several men were sitting there smoking in silence. Everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, and after an indeterminate amount of time, one of the middle-aged men suddenly spoke up: "Do we really have to call that guy? But he never respects his superiors, acts recklessly, and does not adhere to discipline, and furthermore..."

We all know this, so let's talk about something useful. That young-looking man seemed a bit irritable, and when he saw He Tiandao speaking, he appeared somewhat brusque.

"Old Liu, what brings you here?" He Tiandao was not polite, as he pushed the materials in his hand and rubbed his disheveled hair before finally speaking

He Tian Dao took a deep drag from his cigarette and then nodded, saying, "Let's go, first to the conference room, and by the way, let me take a look at all the materials..."

He Tian Dao raised his head, his hair a tousled mess, and it was unclear whether he had combed it upon waking. However, his face was clean. In contrast to his clean face, his clothes were stained with grease, and it was uncertain how long he had been wearing that shirt, yet he still wore it like this.

Another composed middle-aged man nodded slightly, said nothing more, turned around, opened the conference room door, and walked out, while the remaining individuals continued to remain silent amidst the sound of smoking.

From what is currently known, the underworld tycoon Luo Furen died on the rooftop of a certain shopping mall, and he was struck by lightning. He Tian Dao only spoke after finishing his second cigarette.

He picked up a cigarette without saying much, casually threw on the coat from the chair, and then followed Old Liu out of the gate of the Traffic Science University. Not far from the gate, Old Liu whispered, "Brother, this time we are finished. Ever since Director Niu transferred you, they brought in that second-generation rich kid with connections to take over as captain. A while ago, we didn't encounter any tricky cases, but this time it's different. Dozens of people have died, including several big businessmen. The higher-ups have issued an order: we must solve the case within three months, or our major crime unit will be completely replaced. Please help us out, brother."

"Niu Ju, just bear with it. That guy was indeed transferred from the special forces. Although he lacks a strong background, he is nonetheless genuinely skilled and has worked alongside international police to solve several major drug trafficking cases. It would be difficult for us to reassign him. Placing him in the traffic department can be considered a way to put him on ice..." Another younger-looking man took a puff of his cigarette and said this淡淡.

The others nodded in agreement, and the young man immediately said, "So what if it is? This series of major collisions is clearly orchestrated by someone who wants to kill Luo Furen's daughter in order to seize that fortune. The orders are quite straightforward: identify the mastermind behind the series of collisions and eradicate Luo Furen's underworld influence. This legendary godfather of the underworld has been insane for too long; our China should not have such godfathers or any underworld organizations!"

The middle-aged man also slightly furrowed his brows, and then said: "Xiao Wang, we are all comrades, so please refrain from saying such things in the future. If it works out, transfer him from the traffic department; this person indeed has talent, but his character is lacking... If it doesn't work out, I can still take responsibility for this... Let's do it this way, Xiao Liu, go and call him over."

However, speaking of which, Niu Ju, isn't this just perfect? After all, we can use this series of car accidents as an opportunity to involve him in this case; it's all related to traffic issues. If it succeeds, the credit will naturally belong to our major crimes unit. If it doesn't, he can still remain in the shadows, and we might even be able to..." The young-looking man suddenly chuckled and said. Upon hearing this, several people around him frowned simultaneously. Although they did not like this He Tiandao, they were not so despicable as to that extent, and immediately a few of them were about to speak up.

In a quiet office within the Public Security Bureau, several young individuals are busily moving about. In fact, the tasks assigned to the Traffic Division are quite light on a daily basis; they are not responsible for standing guard or directing traffic, as that falls under the jurisdiction of the Traffic Police Brigade. The Traffic Division of the Public Security Bureau only has work to do when criminal cases related to traffic incidents arise. In reality, even when managing over a dozen major streets, such occurrences are exceedingly rare. After all, if there were people around you deliberately driving to kill every day, only a few brave souls would dare to drive in this world. Therefore, the Traffic Division within the Public Security Bureau is not comparable to that of the Traffic Police Brigade. This is a true example of a bureaucratic office, being both leisurely and devoid of financial resources.

"It would be one thing if it were just about refrigeration, but now you want to call him back for this matter. You all have the audacity, and I haven't even had the courage to speak up yet," the middle-aged man said with a sigh, then forced a bitter smile as he addressed the others.