Chapter 2 Julien I

Yancheng General Public Security Bureau, exactly eight in the morning.

The staff of various departments have begun to arrive one after another. Xiao Sun, the logistics staff of the administrative office, yawned and carried new bottled water to the old director's office. When he pushed the door, he found that they had already prepared the first cup. Tea, is making a phone call with a solemn look.

Their old chief is over fifty years old, very thin, and a hot-tempered old-fashioned antique - he always brings tea wherever he goes. Wearing casual clothes and changing several sets of uniforms back and forth throughout the year, there is a deep line between his eyebrows, like the third eye of Erlang God, which is the old man's accumulated "not pleasing to the eye" that he has accumulated over the years. A smile is like a blooming iron tree.

The old landline phone in the office was leaking a bit. Xiao Sun was kneeling on the ground and tearing the packaging of the bottled water. He heard someone on the other end of the phone say loudly, "Leader, I know this is happening in my area now, it's true. I lost my job, but..."

Xiao Sun looked at Zhang Ju's two inseparable eyebrows, and said in his heart: What happened again?

Yancheng is hosting a very important international conference. Leaders and reporters from all over the world are here. Many companies and schools are on vacation. Private cars in the city are restricted from driving with odd and even numbers. All security departments are in high tension.

Xiao Sun saw that the old director started to thunder and lightning from his neck up, he deliberately lowered his voice and said as gently as possible: "North of Nanping Avenue, less than three kilometers away from the main venue, I said in the previous meeting, no matter what this month Don't have an accident, it's better to clear the mobile stalls on the roadside, you can directly make a murder case for me, Old Wang, 'excessive' to complete the task."

"But the leader, it was in the middle of the night..."

"The notice to increase the night patrol was issued to each unit one month in advance. Do you still want to ask the criminals to maintain an eight-hour work schedule?"

"Yes, I'm not shirking the responsibility, but you also know that the west side of the flower market is already chaotic, and there are many foreigners..."

Bureau Zhang patiently chatted with the person in charge of the Huashi District Bureau for five minutes, and found that there was not only no introspection, but also excuses like "If you have something to say, I have something to say". He was out of anger, got angry without warning, and roared out in a loud voice: "I know shit! The West District is not your jurisdiction? It is not your territory? What's going on!"

Xiao Sun and the sub-director on the other end of the phone were shocked by his flat roar.

Zhang Ju picked up the cup and took a sip of tea to extinguish the fire, accidentally clarified the tea roots, and sprayed the tea back to the bottom of the cup.

Then, he stretched out "a yang finger" and poked the word "choked throat" on the dusty keyboard.

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The overwhelming news screenshots swiped the screen.

Early this morning, a ghastly male corpse was found in an alley in the west district of the flower market. It was first posted on the Internet as a local piece of curious lace news, but the Internet was much more alarmist than this. At first, it was not exciting. What a splash. However, the leaders of the Flower Market District Bureau were afraid that something would happen during a sensitive period, and they did a stupid thing - wanting to quietly press this matter down, they first deleted the post, and later said that they had found a vulgar man whose cause of death was unknown. corpse.

Unexpectedly, the gangsters who first discovered the corpse owed money, took clear pictures of the scene, and spread it out in a very sensational way. Combined with the secretive attitude before the branch, the citizens who were sitting on the public subway to catch the morning rush hour started to show off. With a wealth of associations, this bit of shit has been fermented all over the city, and even the municipal government has specially called to inquire.

Bureau Zhang put on his reading glasses and clicked on a post with the highest number of clicks before it was deleted. It was called "suspected robbery and chokehold gang in urban areas". Obviously, this statement is very popular, and there are pictures and facts. Just opened, a piece of The photo of the corpse without mosaics was spread on the screen with great impact.

Bureau Zhang: "..."

He felt that he was yelling too early, but because of his advanced age, he couldn't get on the door no matter how high the tone was, so he had to return to normal volume: "I feel that you are a poor talent in our system, and you should be asked to go to work in an advertising company. The propaganda effect is absolutely incredible.”

"It's all those little bastards who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. They take pictures of dead people. Do you think they lack morality? Leader, don't worry, I have arrested all those people, and the photos and posts are also being deleted, so I can absolutely control them. live!"

Bureau Zhang leaned on the back of his chair, rubbing his brows, "The most important thing now is to seize the time to solve the case, there are murderers who take the murderers, the prisoners arrest the prisoners, delete the posts... Are you a network administrator? This matter must be dealt with as soon as possible. Keep the mouths of your subordinates in check. I'll send a few people from the city bureau to serve as technical guidance for you, Wang Hongliang, if you don't give me a decent treatment within a week, report yourself and get out!"

Director Zhang sprayed the sub-director on his face and turned off the phone. Xiao Sun hurriedly put the empty bucket aside and held up his small notebook, feeling that the old director might have something to say.

Sure enough, Bureau Zhang made a gesture at him: "Go and call the people from the Criminal Investigation Brigade."

Xiao Sun raised his head: "Zhang Bureau, are you all called here?"

Zhang Ju pondered for a moment, and his eyes fell on the LCD screen in front of him. The face of the corpse in the photo was already ugly and swollen, and the facial features were distorted, but it could still be seen that it belonged to a young man with his mouth open. , as if a little surprised, staring blankly at the camera.

"Find Luo Wenzhou and ask him to take someone for a trip in person." Zhang Bureau said, "The case may not be very complicated, tell him that after this month passes, I will deal with Wang Hongliang's old stuff. He knows what to do."

Xiao Sun: "..."

Bureau Zhang's eyes crossed the presbyopic lenses and looked at him suspiciously.

"Zhang, Zhang Bureau," Xiao Sun Mian squeezed out a smile, "Luo team... he hasn't come yet."

Luo Wenzhou was an uncle who went to work every day. As long as he was not on duty, he was required to arrive at work at 8:30, and he would never show up at his workstation at 8:29.

He even caught up with his car limit number that day. Luo Wenzhou didn't want to crowd his father, so he simply dug out a big "Two Eight" from their basement that could enter a museum, overhauled it by himself, and rode on it swayingly. on the way.

His face is very handsome, almost handsome, but he can see that he is a mature man in his demeanor and temperament. He plugged his earphones, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and showed looming muscular lines under his fitted casual shirt. There is a pair of long legs that can even stretch out their feet to support the ground while riding on an old-fashioned beam. There was a dozen pancakes hanging from the left handlebar, and six or seven cups of soy milk fell from the right handlebar. Luo Wenzhou put his hands on the severely overloaded handlebar, and stepped on time to enter the city bureau gate.

As soon as he entered the door, Luo Wenzhou saw that the guard was stopping a little girl delivering flowers.

"Don't let in—why not? Girl, this is the Public Security Bureau, not Huaguo Mountain, okay? Mail will be put in the mail room at the entrance for security check and registration."

"How can flowers be placed in the mailing room? Wouldn't that be wilted?" The flower delivery girl turned around and saw Luo Wenzhou, and pointed out, "If you don't let me in, why would you let the food delivery guy in?"

Doorman: "..."

As soon as Luo Wenzhou looked up, he gave the flower delivery girl a sullen white tooth and smiled: "Because the food delivery person is handsome and unrestrained, the jade tree faces the wind."

The doorman was full of worries about the city bureau's image: "... Team Luo is early."

"Morning, have you eaten? Take it yourself if you haven't." Luo Wenzhou propped up the car on one foot. "Beauty, who did you spend the flowers for? I'll bring them in for you."

The little girl who delivered the flowers was very embarrassed by him, and hurriedly turned over the small card: "Oh... to the criminal investigation team, a gentleman named Tao Ran."

At half past eight, Luo Wenzhou walked into the office on time and threw the flowers on Tao Ran's table: "You..."

As soon as he said this, Bureau Zhang sent someone to arrest him in a rage. Luo Wenzhou had no choice but to hold back the latter text, then stretched out his hand and pressed it hard on Tao Ran's table: "Wait for me to come back."

The entire criminal investigation team was shocked, and stared at the fresh bouquet of fresh flowers in front of Officer Tao, as if a time bomb was buried under the flower stalk.

Policewoman Lang Qiao took out a magnifying glass and a xing glove from the drawer, carefully leaned over from the desk next door, looked around at the bouquet, and then took out a kraft paper perfume card.

Under everyone's attention, the brave eldest girl opened the card with a grim face, and saw that it was written in very straight script: "The wind is so strong that my hands and feet are completely cold, but my heart is very warm. But I don't understand why, but my heart is always soft. I want to be close to you so that I won't be sad." [Note]

"The signature is 'fee'," Lang Qiao said, "what is the fee?"

Tao Ran grabbed it back: "Don't make trouble, give it to me."

"It was sent by my girlfriend after a long time of trouble. I thought Boss Luo was going to confess to you in public."

A group of colleagues around them rubbed their chests one after another, "scared me to death" in different voices. Then, the majority of the bachelors quickly recovered their fighting power, stepped forward to share the breakfast brought by Luo Wenzhou, and at the same time dutifully carried the condemnation." Heresy" banner.

"Vice Tao, when did you leave the group? Did you report it? Did the organization agree?"

"Tao Tao is not angry and not interesting."

"Team Tao, I still have thirty-seven yuan left in my salary this month. I have no money to buy dog ​​food. Anyway, you have to figure it out."

"Go, go," Tao Ran put away the card, and found an inconspicuous place to hide the flowers, "Where's your girlfriend? Don't make trouble."

As soon as everyone heard it, such a large bunch of evidence was exposed in the public. This person actually wanted to get away with it, and he rushed forward like a frying pan, planning to chase and block Tao's deputy team.

At this moment, Luo Wenzhou, who had just left in a hurry, pushed open the door again and came in. He stretched out his hand and patted the door frame: "There is a murder case in the flower district. Come here, two people, come with me, speed."

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Note: "The wind is so strong that my hands and feet are completely cold, but my heart is very warm. But I don't understand why, but my heart is always soft. I want to be close to you so that I won't feel sad." - Shen Congwen "Xiangxing Slip"