Bai Chunian: "Make the picture more clear, don't lose face, he is very thin."

Technical colleague: "?? Say something about the sun?"

Rimbaud went out of the pantry and returned to his seat. I heard that the International Prison sent someone to hand over the files. Rimbaud happened to be in charge of this batch of files. As the person in charge, he had to come forward and sign over, so he got up and went to the archives .

Pushing open the door of the meeting room of the archives, sitting inside was a crow omega wearing a police uniform and epaulettes, a pair of charming phoenix eyes, and a tear mole dotted at the corner of his eyes.

Du Mo got up to say hello, and was stunned when he saw the people who came in to hand over.

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, curled his tail and sat down on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes skipped Du Mo's outstretched hand, and leaned on the sofa with one hand on his chin.

Obviously, Du Mo's police rank is several grades higher than that of Lan Bo, but under the pressure of this mermaid's natural aura, Du Mo unconsciously sat upright.

Lan Bo slightly tilted the tip of his tail, indicating that Du Mo could start talking.

"Okay." Du Mo took out the approval document issued by his superior and showed it to Rimbaud, "I know that the omega alliance police station has captured several terrorists in the past five years. The members of the bird, I need to adjust the files of several of them."

Rimbaud tilted his head slightly to listen. He needed to react for a while in his mind to understand what the other person meant, but from Du Mo's point of view, the merman with a noble sitting posture was staring at him with deep eyes, as if to take his entire being. Tear it apart, take out every piece of innards and stroke it.

The mermaid suddenly straightened up and sat up, Du Mo couldn't help but instinctively backed up and rubbed against the farthest corner of the sofa.

Rimbaud relied on electricity to levitate to the front of the file rack. He didn't know how to search for the number. After a while, he found the file folder from several different areas. After unlocking it with his iris, he slowly took it one by one into his hand and put it on Du Mo. before.

"So fast." Du Mo picked up the file in surprise and flipped through the homepage, "Don't you need a computer to search?"

Rimbaud shook his head. He doesn't know how to use a computer.

Du Mo put the files in his bag, he got up and wanted to leave, but after thinking of something, he sat back patiently: "Do you have nothing to ask me? About... the previous exam?"

Afterwards, Du Mo thought about it. The fact that he died in the eyes of the snake girl was one of Bai Chunian's plans. He also knew that his behavior was suspicious, so it was not surprising that he was suspected by other teams.

Rimbaud was noncommittal, resting his elbows on the armrest of the sofa quietly, occasionally cocking the tip of his tail boredly, waiting for Du Mo to finish his words. In fact, he didn't care, he looked at the wall clock several times during the few minutes he searched for the files for Du Mo, calculating in his mind how long it was until he got off work.

"I'm a police officer at the International Penitentiary. On the eve of the atwl exam, our computer was attacked by a super hacker, and the hacker sent an email saying that he had cracked the database of the 109 Institute and will put these useful information And the data is thrown into the atwl examination system, and all the crimes of the 109 Research Institute are disclosed to the public. Most of the seniors who have the qualifications and experience to investigate this matter are not young. I am the only one who has not exceeded the age limit for the examination, so I got in here just to collect evidence of what the hacker said was the 109 Institute's crimes."

"But now it seems that the hacker didn't do it very successfully." Du Mo sighed regretfully, "The 109 Research Institute is located on an uncontrolled border, and it is obviously doing cruel experiments that go against human ethics to make huge profits, but it doesn't. People can sanction them, and the things disclosed now are just the tip of the iceberg, and they are not enough to shake them."

"But the hackers said in the email that they won't give up, and this is just the beginning. Well... I'll wait and see."

"By the way, I heard that there has been a serial disappearance case here recently. I also paid attention to the case. Compared with the boring terrorist attack, kidnapping and assassination, this case is very interesting... If you need help, you can ask us for help. Well, I'm not saying that you don't have the ability to handle this case, I'm saying that I'm very interested in the Pyramid Cabin, although this is your jurisdiction, but I'd like to go in and see if I can."

Rimbaud nodded.

Actually didn't understand it at all.

The clock on the wall showed that it was time for get off work, Rimbaud quickly picked up the pen and signed Dumo's document: rimbaud, then got up and left.

Du Mo looked at the understated letters at the bottom of the document, then raised his head to look at Rimbaud's back as he left the archives, and pinched his eyebrows helplessly: "No one complained about this attitude."

Rimbaud carried his backpack and supported his body with his fish tail in front of the punch card machine. The clock on the wall crossed from 5:29 pm to the last second of 5:30 in the afternoon, and punched the card successfully.

Other colleagues in the department were frightened. No one could get off work on time here, and they would be lazy if they didn't work overtime until midnight.

Lanbo glanced back at his colleagues, raised the tip of his tail, touched the punch card machine, and a strong current was injected into the machine, helping colleagues in the entire building to punch out the get off work card, and then left with the backpack.

A few seconds later, there was a burst of cheers in the building, and the police officers got off work one after another, rushing to leave the police station for fear of being arrested back to get off work.

Bai Chunian was sitting on a swing in the park near the police station, and he was squatting on the ground.

Several children gathered around Bai Chunian to swing.

"Hey, no." Bai Chunian held a lollipop in his mouth, lazily hugged the two swing ropes, and cried three children at once.

Lan Bo passed by the park on his way to the subway station, and Bai Chunian waved to him: "Come here."

Rimbaud climbed over the railing and rolled his tail on the swing stand to look at him: "en?"

Bai Chunian got off the swing and squatted on the side: "Come and sit here."

A child took the opportunity to grab a butt to sit up, and Bai Chunian slid his hand up the back of the child's neck and threw it to the side.

Lan Bo had never seen a human toy before, so he sat on it novelly, shook it gently, unable to maintain his center of gravity and nearly fell on his back. Bai Chunian blocked him back with his knees and let him play with peace of mind.