John Woo choked and burst into laughter.
Okay, at least this will make her believe it.
Actually, it's a good thing that Lin Fan is so cautious. If she easily believes his words, even if she really has the ability to fly a plane, she won't be able to go far in the future.
After Lin Fan finished the call, he saw Wu Yusen smiling. "Whether he's a lunatic or a liar, let the police investigate." From the moment he gave her detailed information, he had to report it.
Neither of them moved, and they stared at each other quietly from a distance.
The standoff was not broken until 20 minutes later when a police car arrived.
"Who called the police?" two policemen came over and asked.
"Me." Lin Fan said.
"What's going on?" The police turned on the camera on his shoulder, took out a folder and prepared to record.
Lin Fan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to start.
How could she tell the police all that nonsense? She looked at John Woo.
Wu Yusen probably also understood Lin Fan's dilemma and stepped forward to explain, "Hello, comrade. I'm a special agent from the Special Affairs Bureau. I'm hoping to assist her in investigating a case, but there have been some misunderstandings."
"Where?" the policeman didn't hear clearly. "Where did you say you were from?"
"Special Office, a special function office, specializing in handling non-scientific incidents." John Woo took out his work ID.
The two policemen came over and looked at it for a while, speechless.
One policeman raised an eyebrow at the other and asked, "Have you heard of this?" The other shook his head to indicate no.
This is embarrassing.
Officer A, the questioning officer, looked at Lin Fan, who had a blank expression on her face, and suddenly understood her silence. He scratched his forehead with the hand holding the pen, then looked at Wu Yusen and said carefully, "Comrade, we haven't heard of your unit before."
"The Special Affairs Office is a confidential unit, and most people have never heard of it." John Woo was not afraid at all.
"Can you show me your work ID?" Policeman B asked.
John Woo handed it over readily.
Policeman B took the work permit and studied it carefully.
It looked like a police officer's ID card, with an embossed round badge on the cover. He had never seen the exact design before. On one side, he saw a color ID photo with a series of numbers embossed at the bottom. On the other side, he saw his name, position, and employee number, which matched the numbers in the photo. It also had a red official seal.
I pulled it out and took a closer look. The paper was thick and crisp, with a hint of gold emerging, indicating the craftsmanship was exceptionally fine. A steel stamp was superimposed where the red seal would be, and the printing was clear. Holding it in my hand, I felt a sense of value.
There was a hard card, similar to an ID card, tucked behind the photo. On one side was the photo, name, position, and employee number, the same as on the paper, and on the other side was the badge pattern on the cover.
Judging from the craftsmanship of this work ID, it didn't look fake. But the company and position... it was hard to put into words. In short, he couldn't tell.
He handed it to Policeman A, who also couldn't tell the difference, so he had to give it back to John Woo.
If you can't handle this, try another target. Police Officer A turned to ask Lin Fan, "What does the reporter have to say?"
"This person suddenly appeared and said a lot of unbelievable things to me, including a lot of my private information from birth, and said he wanted to take me away. I have reason to suspect he will pose a threat to my life and safety. I request the police to investigate his identity and protect my safety."
It was the first time Wu Yusen heard Lin Fan speak so much. Her words were clear and concise. So she wasn't a talkative person, but she just didn't want to say more to him?
Of course not, Lin Fan just doesn’t like to talk.
"Is what the reporter said true?" Policeman A asked again.
"That's basically true." Wu Yusen rubbed his chin. "But I won't pose a threat to her safety. I'm just asking her to assist with the investigation."
"Tell me your name and ID number." Policeman A took out the police communication system and prepared to check people.
They both reported the incident separately, and a police check revealed no issues.
"How do I contact your work unit?" The reporter asked for identity verification, but he certainly did not indicate his registered residence. Police Officer A knew that he wanted to verify the information on his work permit.
"As a special security unit, the Special Affairs Office cannot be directly contacted from the outside," said John Woo.
"Can't you make contact?"
"I can, but if I call you and you answer the phone, will you believe it?"
That’s right, who knows where he called from? They just believed what others said. The police are too easy to fool.
"Then send a letter..." He didn't finish the following words because he remembered that the same principle applies to sending a letter. It is impossible to judge the other party's information.
Policeman B secretly poked Policeman A in the lower back. Why does it sound so unreliable?
Policeman A was also worried about how to continue his questioning. He couldn't just ask the person if he had any mental problems, right? That would be too rude and might even lead to a complaint.
And whether there is a problem or not, people will say there is no problem, so it is useless to ask.
Tsk!
You can't give up halfway either - if his work ID is fake, then the person reporting the case will indeed be threatened!
Keep asking.
"Then how do we verify that you are an employee there?"
"Although the Special Affairs Office is a confidentiality and security unit, it is a sister unit to the police and belongs to the same system. There is a place in the police system that is specifically for inquiring about confidentiality and security matters. My position information can be found there."
"Really?" Policeman A was skeptical. Was there such a thing? He had been a police officer for 10 years, so how could he have never heard of it?
"Yes, there is a place for encrypted queries. Maybe you don't use it normally and have never noticed it."
"Is the police communication system not working?" Policeman B took out the police communication system to check.
"In order to facilitate portable operation, some functions of the police communication system have been castrated. Uncommon categories such as encrypted queries are naturally impossible to have," explained John Woo.
That means we have to go back to the police station.
John Woo agreed to go because he wanted to prove his identity.
Lin Fan also agreed to go. She wanted to make sure whether this person would pose a threat to her.
The two policemen were also a little curious about whether the special office really existed.
So the four of them got into the police car together. To prevent any accidents, the young police officer B drove, Lin Fan sat in the passenger seat, and the veteran police officer A and Wu Yusen sat in the back seat, quietly guarding against the possibility that he might suddenly attack and hurt others if he really had mental problems.
The police car honked its sirens all the way to the police station.
The two were taken to the mediation room and left under the supervision of Police Officer B, while Police Officer A quickly went up to report to his superiors.
"What the hell? A security unit?" The police station chief didn't expect to encounter such a thing.
As someone in his position, he certainly knows that there are confidentiality protection units, but he has no idea which units they are because he doesn't have normal contact with them.
Besides, it's usually not a good thing when a secret security unit comes to do something. The director's legs are shaking when a secret security agent appears in his jurisdiction.
"Yeah, it's the Secret Security Unit. We can't tell if that ID is real, but he's talking pretty logically, so it doesn't seem like there's a problem," Officer A said with a gloomy face. "But we've all run into seemingly normal psychopaths before. If they're really Secret Security Units, that's fine. But what if it's all just bullshit, and it turns out they're just insane? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for us police officers to be fooled by a psychopath?!"
"Which unit specifically?" asked the director.
"A special purpose firm, supposedly specializing in handling non-scientific incidents."
The phrase "What is a non-scientific incident?" touched upon the director's blind spot.
"It's unscientific... probably some superstitious activity." Policeman A thought about some superstitious cases he had solved in the past and speculated hesitantly, "Catching ghosts?"
"Scratch your head!" The director was speechless. What nonsense was he talking about? He was wearing the uniform of a people's police officer. What kind of feudal superstition was he promoting? "He knew the reporter's privacy, and he still wanted to take him away?"
"That's what I said. How could a woman like that agree to that? So I called the police."
"Then what do you want to do by reporting to me?"
"Isn't this the first time I've encountered something like this? I figured you, Director, should be knowledgeable and know about these secret security units. Besides, I'm not sure about that person either, so I'd like you to help me check and see if he's telling the truth or if he's mentally ill."
Police Officer A knew the station chief had been a police officer for decades and had a piercing eye. "He also said he could find his identity through the encrypted query in the police system. I guess he'd have to do it himself, but wouldn't that require your permission?"
"Let's go and see for ourselves what the secret special forces are." The director narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then decided that it would be more reassuring if he saw it in person.
Lin Fan and John Woo sat on either side of the long table without saying a word. Policeman B stood at the door staring at the two of them, not knowing what to say. Time passed in the eerie silence until the door was opened.
Policeman A walked in and introduced them: "This is the chief of our police station. He wants to know something from you."
The two men stood up to greet him. Lin Fan nodded to the director. Wu Yusen, who was closer, extended his hand to shake his. "Hello, Director. My name is Wu Yusen."
The director smiled and shook it twice, "Hello, hello, please sit down."
Walking to the top of the long table, Policeman A held the chair for the director. When he sat down, he gave him a gesture and asked him how he felt. The director patted Policeman A's hand that was holding the armrest, seemingly signaling him to let go, but actually asking him to stay calm.
Several people took their seats one by one, and the director asked, "I heard there's a comrade from a security unit. Who is he?"
"Director, it's me." John Woo took out his work ID and handed it to the director.
The director took it and looked at it carefully, but he had never seen it before and couldn't tell the difference.
He said with a smile, "Comrade Xiao Wu, please forgive us grassroots police officers. We rarely come into contact with the affairs of security units, so it's difficult for us to understand the specific situation. What kind of unit is this special function office? Can you tell me?"
"Strictly speaking, I can't say anything." Wu Yusen smiled politely, "But given the current situation, if I don't clarify some basic details, it will probably be difficult to explain clearly. Besides, we are considered to be sister units. I believe that with the character and professional ethics of the director and the two officers, they will definitely abide by the rules and help our special affairs office maintain confidentiality."
"Of course. The people's police are always trustworthy!" The director took the lead in making the guarantee.
"Speaking of the name of the Special Functions Office, most people may not be familiar with it, but some may have heard of the predecessor of the Special Functions Office - the 888 Bureau."
The director I used was the director from Police Honor. I even changed the lines to fit his accent. I like the director (*^▽^*)
