The traffic police came very quickly. It was a small-time traffic cop driving a motorcycle.
"What's going on?" The small-time traffic cop stopped his motorcycle and saw the driver stuck in the front seat of a Buick while another was handcuffed to the ground.
Xing Conglian saluted him and flashed his credentials.
The small-time traffic cop looked at his ID and, probably thinking about the hostage situation and the timebomb case, quickly saluted Xing Conglian and handed back the credentials. "Oh, oh, it's Captain Xing. Are you going to the scene over there?"
Xing Conglian gave a noncommittal response.
Lin Chen was standing by the car when he suddenly turned his head and said to the two of them, "This gentleman may have a cervical spine injury. It shouldn't be serious, but we should call first responders just in case."
"Wait a moment. The ambulance should be here soon." The young traffic cop came over to look at the car. He saw that the driver was conscious and didn't look seriously injured, but he didn't dare move him. He walked around the car and went to the hot-tempered middle-aged driver who was handcuffed by Xing Conglian. "Is that your handcuffs?" he asked quietly.
Xing Conglian nodded. "Let him calm down first, and I'll uncuff him later."
"Fuck, he hit laozi. This is police brutality. Laozi wants to file a complaint!" The driver twisted and squirmed on the ground when he heard this.
"Hey, sir. It's obvious your car is changing lanes. If you're changing lanes and can't get through all the way, you're fully responsible for the accident."
Seeing that the traffic cop began to educate the driver, Lin Chen interrupted him, "Have you called an ambulance?" Xing Conglian felt indescribable at that moment. Lin Chen had asked the same question he wanted to ask, because this whole time, while the traffic cop was inspecting the area, he had not once taken out his radio.
"Wait, let me see."
The traffic cop ran onto the bus that caused the accident, took out a silver-gray tablet from the dashboard, then ran back out and tapped on it a few times. Soon, the tablet clearly showed the vehicles' driving records and a series of parameters after the impact.
Lin Chen and Xing Conglian looked at each other tacitly, then came to the side of the traffic cop.
"Well, the police were automatically called," The traffic cop said while showing them the screen. Lin Chen clearly saw the words "Highway Patrol and the 120* emergency center have been automatically called" on the screen.
*Clarity: In China, 120 is the number to call for ambulance services.
At that moment, the radio on the traffic cop's chest rang.
The person on the other end of the radio asked, "Xiao Cao, is there another accident again?"
"Two cars collided. It's not serious, but someone's injured. Is the ambulance on its way?"
"Let me see..." There was a pause for a moment. "It's already been dispatched."
The traffic cop, Xiao Cao, nodded.
"How efficient." Xing Conglian felt that he had faintly grasped an important key.
"Yes, we have replaced the new system. Now, anything with more than 7 passengers or freight vehicles carrying dangerous goods-anyway, vehicles that are prone to accidents are equipped with the latest tracking and call-for-help systems. The command center will evaluate through the system and comprehensively deploy police and ambulance resources from that evaluation."
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Criminal Psychology Book 1
Mystery / ThrillerOne day, while Lin Chen read a book, Xing Cong Lian said to him, "You're a psychologist. Can you help me find out what kind of person is suitable for me to marry?" Lin Chen remembered telling him love was the most immeasurable thing in the world. Ev...