National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 962 - 898: Little Card

"Government, my name is Fan Binnan, I’m the one who... came in for forced indecency."

In the video, the middle-aged man dressed in prison garb was nodding and bowing subserviently, looking extremely tame.

Bureau Chief Deng Jiabin sat in the property management office, facing the temporarily set up large screen, his frown barely noticeable.

Wang Sheng, the leader of the detachment, immediately explained: "Fan Binnan is a professional telecom fraudster, but the reason for his imprisonment this time was for the forced indecency of a woman. After confirming and arresting him through surveillance footage, telecom fraud was discovered on his mobile phone, multiple crimes punishable together..."

Only then did Deng Jiabin nod and say, "Go on."

Wang Sheng continued: "Fan Binnan, repeat the idea you previously mentioned."

"Yes," Fan Binnan responded and quickly said, "I’ve looked at the materials the leaders gave me, combining it with some of my own little experience, and that... I think for this situation, just targeting this one person, I believe we could start with ’making a fake ID’ to test it out."

"Making fake ID? Sending him text messages via a mobile base station?" Deng Jiabin asked.

Fan Binnan hurriedly said, "Also possible to slip in business cards. The business cards are more effective because they are local, and for making fake IDs, those who haven’t done it before all feel it’s best to see the ID-making shop for themselves."

This answer was a bit unexpected but gained the approval of the detectives.

The effectiveness of business cards was universally acknowledged; otherwise, those small hotels wouldn’t be crazily stuffing business cards in, given how high the labor costs are.

Deng Jiabin couldn’t help nodding, "That’s a solution. But, will the suspect fall for it? What’s the plan if he doesn’t?"

Fan Binnan, clearly nudged by the police officer on the other side of the camera, replied, "This... mainly depends on the design of the business cards being better to increase the success rate."

Deng Jiabin frowned again, "What counts as well-designed?"

Fan Binnan hesitated, "This... this is complicated to explain, but I have previously designed good business cards, which can be adjusted for use. It’s like... you need to capture people’s attention at a glance, making them want to get involved with this..." After a few words, Fan Binnan laughed and said, "Government, I can do this myself, and it will definitely work. I have the designs saved in my old phone."

"That’s fine," Deng Jiabin said without asking further. He believed that an old thief like this still possessed some skills; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to rely on crime for a living.

"Leader. Government. I..." Fan Binnan raised his voice urgently, "This should count as meritorious service, right? Should be able to reduce my sentence, right?"

"If the person is caught without any casualties, that will count as your merit, and a significant one at that," said Deng Jiabin, the bureau chief, not really concerned about an old thief like Fan Binnan. Now, as long as he could lure the bomber out and arrest him without casualties, letting Fan Binnan serve a few years less in prison was trivial!

Fan Binnan himself was now excitedly assured, "Government, rest assured, I will reform myself earnestly and do it well."

After Fan Binnan was taken away, Deng Jiabin tapped on the desk and said, "The suspect might not immediately make a call after receiving the business card. What’s the plan for next?"

"After 8:30 PM, we’ll have someone stuff the business card to the suspect while preparing to call the neighbors upstairs and downstairs one by one, under the guise of property management, the company, or a child’s school, to get them outside. Meanwhile, we’ll wait for the suspect’s reaction," Wang Sheng explained all at once, then added, "If we can get all the surrounding neighbors to move away, we may also consider forcibly entering to arrest the suspect."

"That’s the last resort," Deng Jiabin waved his hand, "Isn’t there a middle option?"

"If by 10:30 AM the suspect still hasn’t left his home, we plan to have someone call the suspect. Currently, we have two options; one is a relative from Ji Haitao’s hometown, just say they happened to be in Meiyang City and invite him out for a meal. The other option is that during our investigation into Ji Haitao’s financial activities and social relations, we found he once loaned 30,000 Yuan to a contractor. We are in contact with this person and can have him call, pretending to repay the loan, to lure Ji Haitao out..."

Wang Sheng laid out the two plans.

Deng Jiabin nodded, "Alright. As for the specific actions, you decide."

Besides the first method, the other two calling strategies were dependent on the suspect’s mood and alertness. From this perspective, there is no advantage or disadvantage between these calls. A casual call from the property management could suffice, but a meticulously prepared plan might not work at all.

The crux of the matter was that these calls couldn’t just be made casually. From a safety standpoint, it would be best to make just one call and not a second one.

Otherwise, a greater-than-usual number of phone calls might arouse the suspect’s suspicion.

Exactly what call to make and which one to choose might still need real-time judgment by the officers on the scene. Especially since it is closely related to the caller, if the person making the call is not psychologically stable, hesitates or stutters, or even fails to carry out a normal conversation, then it could be a big problem.

Wang Sheng exited the property management office and immediately began to arrange the plan against the clock.

Luring the suspect is just the initial step; the subsequent tasks remain numerous.

Especially the final measure of a forced entry—as Zhang Dinghui explicitly instructed against, but as the on-site commander, Wang Sheng is deeply aware that suspects do not act according to your plan, and the ultimate display of force must be prepared for.

It would be best not to use it, and the odds are it will not be needed, but preparations are imperative.

Wang Sheng personally selected three assault team members, made clear the risks to them, and then let them go to prepare.

The three young men all silently turned and left, each going back to write their wills and letters of resolve, and each took an assault rifle, a pistol, and a dagger, forgoing stab vests and bulletproof vests.

If necessary, the trio would be the ones storming in—bulletproof vests would hinder movement, and wouldn’t be effective against explosives; better to go in light.

Beyond the three daredevil team members, Wang Sheng also organized two capture teams, as well as evacuation, riot control, and rescue teams, among others.

At the same time, Deng Jiabin and Zhang Dinghui were also busy, having long since started organizing teams for public security and traffic, medical aid, news publicity, communications support, comprehensive support, post-event handling, and expert consultants as per emergency contingency plans.

In this effort, not only were traffic police and firefighters mobilized, but the two best hospitals of Meiyang City also received orders, promptly mobilizing relevant department doctors and nurses and even preparing ICU beds in advance.

No one wants these preparations to be necessary, but nobody knows for sure if they will be.

As everyone bustlingly made their preparations, day had already broken, and people from the residential buildings started coming out one after another, headed to work, school, or breakfast.

Police officers scattered in groups, hiding in nearby houses and cars, with a few in uniform waiting up front, ready to intercept anyone coming back.

Building 17 was already in a lockdown state, no entry allowed.

"Time’s up. Chief," Wang Sheng’s cellphone silently vibrated, and he immediately looked towards Deng Jiabin.

This was a top-tier case; the chief commander was Zhang Dinghui, and thus as the director, it had to be Deng Jiabin to command the scene, with Wang Sheng as the operations director.

Without any hesitation, Deng Jiabin issued the order: "Execute according to the plan."

Wang Sheng repeated the command: "Execute according to the plan!"

This question and answer, might seem somewhat comical in a TV drama, but at the scene, no one felt like laughing.

A plain-looking police officer who had once been on an undercover mission, wearing a worn-out jacket, swiftly walked into Building 17, took the elevator to the top floor, then walked down the stairs, slipping carefully crafted, low-quality, promotional cards into the gaps of every door.

In the residential community, there were groups—though Ji Haitao was only renting, he had joined several of the community groups for things like swapping, communication, renting, and maintenance, just in fear that he would notice the nuanced detail and ask about the card in the groups, which could be problematic if he was the only one who received the card.

It didn’t take long for the card to be slipped into Ji Haitao’s room.

The officer distributing the cards purposely made some noise and lingered by the door a little longer, hoping Jeh Haitao would come out to inquire.

Having delayed for nearly two minutes and not being able to stay any longer, the card-distributing officer decisively chose to leave the floor.

Inside the temporary command center, silence reigned.

Jiang Yuan could only sit on the side, silently waiting.

There are plenty of fast, flashy, and forceful solutions, but the optimal solution is to wait.

It’s just that no one knows how long the wait will be.

Time... ticks by second by second...

Wang Sheng repeatedly checked his watch, growing more anxious as the deadline approached.

Ding ding ding...

The phone number left on the card rang clearly.