That evening, the police officers crowded around Han Fei, asking him to recount the details of the recent events.
Having just wrapped up the case and with nothing else pressing, Han Fei obliged and began narrating the sequence of events to the officers.
He started from how Xu Mo had 'stumbled upon' the correct autopsy findings at the body dump site, to Xu Mo discovering a tiny hair at the second crime scene that even the forensics team had missed, and finally to how Xu Mo had managed to make the tight-lipped criminal confess all his crimes with just two sentences.
Han Fei recounted every detail meticulously.
The officers were left dumbfounded.
Self-taught forensic autopsy skills?
Making a hardened criminal spill all his crimes with just two sentences?
How was this even possible?
Could forensics really be self-taught? Was it truly possible to learn it on your own?
Moreover, interrogating criminals required specific techniques. How could someone extract a confession with just two sentences? Was this even plausible?
As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, the officers voiced their doubts.
"Captain Han, what you're saying sounds far-fetched. Is this for real?"
"Yeah, it sounds like a joke. I can believe that he found a hair at the crime scene that the forensics team missed - that's possible. But the autopsy and interrogation... how could that be?"
"..."
Han Fei could understand the officers' skepticism.
"To be honest, it's not just you who find it hard to believe. I myself can hardly believe it, but this is what I witnessed with my own eyes. These are the facts."
He then turned to Chen Ke and Li Chen who were standing nearby: "You two were there too, wasn't it exactly as I described?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ke and Li Chen nodded vigorously.
Seeing this, Han Fei shrugged at the other officers.
"See what I mean? Alright, enough gossip. Let's call it a day. Everything's been wrapped up, so go home and get some rest."
...
The next day.
At the police station.
As soon as Xu Mo entered, Wang Dachuan warmly put an arm around his shoulder.
"You're here! Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate at home before coming," Xu Mo replied.
Wang Dachuan was one of the officers who had been on the arrest mission with Xu Mo yesterday. They, along with another officer, had brought in those two suspects.
"Good, good," Wang Dachuan smiled. "I'm going to show you something exciting. Captain Han asked me to teach you how to handle a gun. Our line of work can be dangerous, and for some missions, we need to carry firearms when responding to calls."
This training had been specifically arranged by Han Fei.
After all, for a police officer, not knowing how to use a gun wouldn't do.
During certain dangerous missions, officers need to be armed.
If they carry a gun but don't know how to use it, that could spell big trouble!
Of course, this training was only for Xu Mo.
The other officers were either graduates from the police academy or had transferred from the military, so they were all familiar with firearms.
But Xu Mo was different. He hadn't received any professional training.
At most, he had handled a few guns during his livestreams, but only for brief periods.
He might not even understand the structure of firearms.
Finding someone to familiarize Xu Mo with firearms was indeed necessary.
Xu Mo was momentarily taken aback.
Gun training?
But... he already knew how to use guns!
The Firearms Master skill awarded by the system wasn't for nothing.
Xu Mo was not only extremely familiar with various firearms but also possessed an absolute gun sense. His marksmanship could even rival that of snipers! Gun training was completely unnecessary for him.
After a brief pause, Xu Mo nodded nonetheless. "Sure, where are we going to practice?"
Although his marksmanship was excellent and he was familiar with various firearms,
he couldn't just be inexplicably good, could he?
He needed some sort of explanation for his skills.
Now that Han Fei had specifically arranged for someone to teach him how to use guns, this was a perfect opportunity.
Xu Mo could use this learning opportunity to 'acquire' firearms skills in a natural progression!
Being able to hit the bullseye every time after being taught is a completely different concept from being able to do so without any prior training.
The former could be explained by exceptional talent, while the latter would seem purely supernatural!
Moreover, marksmanship is different from other skills like performing autopsies.
Xu Mo could claim he learned about autopsies through self-study, by reading books on the subject.
Books are easy to obtain, but guns aren't. It would be hard to find an excuse for gun proficiency.
It's worth noting that Xu Mo had only handled a real gun once so far, and the number of times he had actually fired one was negligible.
In others' eyes, it would be normal for Xu Mo not to know how to use a gun. If he did know, that would be the strange part.
...
Under Wang Dachuan's guidance,
Xu Mo arrived at the shooting range within the police station.
"Put these on your ears when you start shooting. They'll protect your eardrums from damage," Wang Dachuan casually picked up a pair of ear muffs from the table.
Xu Mo took the ear muffs and nodded.
Next, Wang Dachuan picked up a handgun and began explaining it to Xu Mo.
"This is the Type 92. There are two versions of the Type 92: one for police use and one for military use. The one we use is the police version. The military Type 92 uses 5.8mm pointed bullets, while ours uses 9mm round-nosed bullets. The round-nosed bullets have less penetrating power, so our version is less powerful than the military one, but it's still more than adequate. This gun has a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, and the muzzle velocity is 350 meters per second..."
Wang Dachuan explained the gun while watching Xu Mo's reactions.
He knew that Xu Mo had exceptional skills in other areas.
But when it came to shooting, surely Xu Mo couldn't be proficient, right?
In terms of firearms knowledge and marksmanship, Xu Mo must have serious deficiencies, perhaps even being completely clueless.
On this point, Wang Dachuan felt he was significantly better than Xu Mo, which made him feel quite satisfied.
He thought to himself that he had finally found an area where he outshined Xu Mo. This was how a senior should guide a newcomer!
So he became increasingly enthusiastic as he continued his explanation.
He had a look of obvious excitement on his face.
After briefly introducing the various features of the police Type 92, he began explaining how to use the firearm.
"This is the safety. When you disengage the safety, the gun can fire. When the safety is engaged... see, you can't pull the trigger. You need to remember this. When we're on duty with our firearms, we must always keep the safety engaged when the gun isn't in use, otherwise, there's a risk of accidental discharge."
Xu Mo nodded, indicating that he understood.
Seeing this, Wang Dachuan continued.
"To load the gun, you do this. Pull it back like this. You probably know this already, right? They show it in TV dramas all the time. And to unload, I'll demonstrate for you... It's pretty simple, right? Did you get all that?"
"Yes, I got it," Xu Mo nodded.
"There's another gun on the table. Pick it up and try loading and unloading it," Wang Dachuan pointed at another handgun that had been prepared on the table.
Xu Mo casually picked up the gun from the table and went through the motions of loading and unloading. His movements were quick and smooth.
Seeing this, Wang Dachuan nodded approvingly.
"Good, good! That's exactly right. Loading and unloading are pretty simple. You can learn it just by watching once. The tricky part with guns is aiming. Next, I'll teach you how to aim and shoot..."

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