Looking at the suddenly empty, much quieter long street, Zhao Jiwei boredly kicked away a pebble at his feet.
"Brother Yan, are we just waiting here?"
"It's still early. They've only just started; it hasn't gotten lively yet. We'll wait until half past midnight, when these people are drunk and muddled, then go in and check IDs. Remember this: the IDs I check myself are fine. The ones I show you are suspected drug users. Memorize them, and tomorrow we'll hand them over to Captain Meng. That'll be a major merit for you. If the leads we provide uncover a big case, that commendation you've been dreaming about will definitely be yours."
Wang Yan smiled as he watched a black Jetta pull over by the roadside outside the entrance. A man who bore some resemblance to a baboon got out. Seeing the officers on duty, he showed no reaction at all, merely swaggering leisurely into Night Not Yet Over.
Wang Yan knew this man. His name was Yue Wei, a psychopathic killer. In the original story, Cao Jianjun had died by his gun. Wang Yan had investigated before, but he had not found the man—only information from Heilongjiang Province. Yue Wei probably had not registered for a residence permit. In Balihe, with nearly 130,000 residents and daily foot traffic several times that number, finding one Yue Wei was no easy task.
Even though he knew the guy would definitely come to the bar street, there were more than a dozen bars here, big and small, some with dancing and some without. Wang Yan could not possibly stake them out every day. Even if he did, like now, he could only watch one spot. If the guy did not get out of his car, Wang Yan would not recognize him. So