Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 68

The two gang leaders had voluntarily confessed. They looked obedient, but in reality, they were trying to play tricks.

They had managed to deceive Luo Yong, leaving him helpless.

But Lu Cheng?

The man was practically cheating at life. Could he be fooled? Not a chance.

Lu Cheng stepped toward the inner room—the master bedroom with an attached bathroom.

By now, three or four officers from the Sanliqiao Precinct had already finished searching inside. They found no stolen goods—not even valuable jewelry. Only two old phones, a wooden box containing a few coins, and two books with several five-yuan bills tucked inside.

Luo Yong frowned.
“No stolen goods?”

An officer shook his head.
“Just these things.”

Luo Yong’s brow furrowed. Had they spent all the stolen goods already?

The previous gang of ten even had a safe. Was this group really that poor?

He glanced at Lu Cheng, who was about to enter the room.
“Special Catch, it’s already been searched.”

Lu Cheng gave a casual “Oh” and brushed past the searching officer. His eyes flicked toward the officer’s hand—and he spotted several crisp five-yuan bills glowing faintly green.

It was his System Skill: Traces of Clues activating.

“Wait!”

Lu Cheng raised his hand, stopping the officer.

“What’s up?” the officer asked, puzzled.

“Let me see those bills.” He picked them up, flicked them, and held them up to the light.

Chen Weimin, Lv Zhengbo, and Luo Yong all leaned in, curious.

Chen Weimin asked,
“Officer Lu, what’s so special about that? Are these fake bills or something?”

Lu Cheng placed the bills down, expression serious.

Looking at him… Lv Zhengbo and Luo Yong’s faces changed slightly.

Chen Weimin blinked.
“Fake? Really?”

Lu Cheng nodded, handing the bills to Chen Weimin and Luo Yong.

They examined them carefully. Indeed, they were counterfeit—but not obvious at first glance. The quality was surprisingly high.

Lu Cheng’s gaze turned to the two gang leaders crouched on the floor.

The men immediately lowered their eyes as he looked at them.

“Well, using counterfeit bills? That’s an extra crime!”

Luo Yong slapped each gang leader on the head.
“You’re really not honest!”

“Where did these fake bills come from?”

“St-stolen from a passerby… didn’t realize they were fake at first… only found out after using them for a while.”

“Heh, you think I’ll believe that? Were they from somewhere? A gang that specifically prints fake bills?”

The two men shook their heads frantically.
“No, no! We really stole them.”

Luo Yong’s eyes sharpened. The bills were high-quality counterfeits. If there really was a printing gang, this could be big.

The number of bills was small, and the men’s expressions were evasive, so it was hard to tell. They’d be interrogated later.

Luo Yong turned to look at Lu Cheng, thinking: this kid’s insight is sharper than mine—he can spot fake bills at a glance.

But when Luo Yong turned, he saw Lu Cheng already entering the searched master bedroom.

Curious, he followed.

Lu Cheng was inside the bathroom, standing atop the toilet.

Luo Yong’s heart skipped. No way…

Why search the ceiling? Something must be hidden there!

The officers who had searched the master bedroom earlier froze.

They’d checked cabinets, under beds, the sofa layers—even lifted the toilet tank—but they’d overlooked the ceiling.

The ceiling!

“Found something!”

Thanks to Traces of Clues, Lu Cheng had noticed two ceiling panels emitting a faint green glow.

Something was hidden inside.

He pretended to search casually, then climbed up to lift the panels.

One panel knocked aside, Lu Cheng, tall, stretched and peered in.

Inside was a black printer and a laptop.

He cleared several more panels. Curious officers crowded in to see what was hidden.

Lu Cheng retrieved the printer, laptop, and a bag of colorful ink.

“A printer?”

Chen Weimin frowned. This wasn’t simple—why hide an ordinary printer so carefully?

He exchanged a glance with Lv Zhengbo. A counterfeit printer?

Lu Cheng also guessed aloud.
“It’s probably a modified printer. Used to print fake bills.”

Luo Yong’s eyes lit up. A counterfeit printer?

A major case!

The two gang leaders outside the room turned pale, their faces even worse than if they’d eaten something foul.

Chen Weimin grinned.
“Old Lv, what are you waiting for? Call economic crime immediately!”

Lv Zhengbo hastily pulled out his phone, excitedly dialing.

Luo Yong patted Lu Cheng on the shoulder.
“Well done, kid. You found this all by yourself!”

Chen Weimin’s wrinkles creased into a smile.
Heh, this kid always surprises!

Twenty minutes later, the Economic Crime Division arrived. Yang Zheng, having finished his meeting, also reached the scene.

“Wow, Officer Lv, your anti-pickpocket operation uncovered a counterfeiting case as well. Impressive!”

Lv Zhengbo suppressed a smile.
“Ah, just luck, really.”

“This is part of that batch from Fujian,” said the Economic Crime captain, a sharp-haired female officer named Fan Wanqing. She inspected the five-yuan bills and collected them from the officers.

Chen Weimin asked,
“Captain Fan, a modified printer can really print money?”

Printing bills this easily?

Fan Wanqing smiled.
“This method is a few years old. Now it’s much more advanced—paper, ink, templates, and printing machines themselves.”

“So these printers can only print small denominations—people aren’t likely to notice.”

Examining the machine, she said,
“Epson 330. Micro-inkjet effect is excellent, giving textured impressions. With modifications, special ink, and paper, it can produce highly realistic counterfeit bills.”

Luo Yong’s team whistled in amazement. Truly a specialized skill.

Nowadays, criminals aren’t scary—intelligent criminals are.

“Officer Lv, thanks for discovering this. Can we take these suspects for interrogation? They may lead us to clues from Fujian.”

Lv Zhengbo nodded. Seeing the Economic Crime team was short-handed, he said,
“I’ll send someone to assist. Lu Cheng, you go with them.”

Chen Weimin frowned. This Old Lv… just orders me around so casually? Tonight, you won’t escape my drinking!

“You’re the ‘Special Catch’?”

Fan Wanqing sized up Lu Cheng. His photo had already circulated on the Rainflower District police network.

Sanliqiao Precinct—Lu Cheng. Daily records shattered, never a dull moment.

Luo Yong laughed.
“That’s him! He found the counterfeit printer. We searched the room, found nothing—but he goes in and immediately discovers it. Better than a sniffer dog!”

Lu Cheng rolled his eyes. Praise is fine, but comparisons? Spare me.

He then left with the Economic Crime team.

Yang Zheng looked at the gang members, sighing.
“This was Lu Cheng’s credit again, taking down two dens in one go.”

Chen Weimin perked up.
“Director Yang, our Lu Cheng is on fire—one commendation won’t be enough!”

Yang Zheng nodded.
“Indeed. Old Chen, draft a third-class merit award application.”