Yang Lin gave a wry smile: "Where do we find the time? A few days ago, everyone in our department was all over the Song Kun murder case."
"After that case was solved, two weeks of backlogged work piled up, and I've been returning to the dormitory at midnight these days."
"This arson case isn't anything major; nothing valuable was burned, and no one was injured. The water company hasn't been demanding answers, so it's been left aside."
Lu Chuan nodded; this is the reality of local police station work.
Lack of manpower and a lot to manage.
Neighborhood mediation and trivial matters take up half of the manpower.
Although Lu Chuan never worked at a police station, he had heard a lot from Yang Lin.
Just last night, there was a noise complaint due to late-night house renovations, and Yang Lin's team responded to the police call seven times.
