Chapter 13: What can I do to save you, my Miss Police Flower!
Yan Jiu sat up straight.
Re-explain the situation of the milk tea shop.
at last.
Yan Jiu summed it up in one sentence: "From a professional perspective, the plaque falling is not a human factor."
The old boss remained silent for a long time.
There is no doubt about it.
The old director was also surprised by Yan Jiu.
Every answer Yan Jiu gave was not redundant and was entirely based on years of professional study.
Even if it's not studying.
That is also edification.
Because Yan Jiu is very familiar with their speaking skills.
Could it be that Yan Jiu is an undercover agent from another city?
Yan Jiu: "..." Both of them are so shocked. Should I also synchronize and act more shocked?
Sudden.
The door of the interrogation room was opened from the outside.
Officer Liu who was running for three steps walked in.
He has neatly shaved short hair.
The uniform wrapped around his muscular body.
The whole person is as tall as a mountain.
As Liu Fei walked away, he said naively: "After the transcript is completed, you can withdraw... Director!?"
The typical personality is seriously inconsistent with the appearance.
The old director turned around and said, "It's so embarrassing. Why are you shouting? How is the progress of lobbying for subway construction?"
Liu Fei looked at the policewoman with admiration.
Young people today are so brave!
Even he only dared to ask the policewoman to help record a statement.
The policewoman is good.
Dare to call the director directly to help.
After all, he withdrew from the front line.
There is a generation gap with the times!
The policewoman was baffled by Captain Liu, and what made her even more baffled was Yan Jiu's reaction.
Yan Jiu's eyes were always dark.
It's like an empty pool of stagnant water.
Looking at people is like staring at a dead object.
But after Liu Fei appeared, it became frighteningly bright.
It's like discovering some treasure.
Policewoman: I, a normal person, seem to be a little out of tune with you.
Yan Jiu held her chin up and looked quietly at Liu Fei, who had the protective aura of the Liu Clan about him.
Among the people, there are five treasures: Hu, yellow, white and willow ash.
Baojiaxian, as the name suggests, is a profession in which demons who become spirits form a bond with humans, and both parties are mutually beneficial.
Experience in her previous life told Yan Jiu that all those who could be blessed by the Baojiaxian were from wealthy families, but Officer Liu, who was so poor that his shoes were worn out, was obviously not the case.
This was enough to attract Yan Jiu's attention.
At that time.
The old director walked up to Liu Fei and slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you thinking about?"
Liu Fei said cheerfully: "I will report this matter to the director later. What is the situation now?"
The old director put his hands behind his back and asked, "I still want to ask you, where did you get this guy?"
Liu Fei told the truth and didn't notice the surprise of his colleagues at all: "The crowd called the police about an accident at the milk tea shop. We saw her surrounded by the crowd in pain. We didn't want to find someone to record her, so we simply helped others and let her come.
.”
Old Chief/Policewoman: Is it that simple???
Yan Jiu nodded: "The police officer is right. Now that I have finished recording, can I leave?"
Liu Fei waved his hand: "After our investigation, the plaque was indeed an accident. You can go."
The policewoman sent Yan Jiu out in a daze.
Taking something from someone else.
Yan Jiudun was so anxious that he took out the family bucket and warmly entertained her to cook together.
The policewoman's eyes widened, as if she had opened her eyes: So, are you just anxious to eat fried chicken?
Yan Jiu was once again looked at in confusion: "?"
The policewoman took a deep breath.
It took a long time.
Was it something she imagined?
The policewoman looked at Yan Jiu carefully.
Yan Jiu's eyes were calm and calm. No matter how anxious he was, there was no change in his eyes.
Stay with Yan Jiu.
There is always a feeling of being with the grave.
It was absolutely deathly silent.
The policewoman just looked into Yan Jiu's eyes.
Even someone with special training like her felt like she was stuck at a loss for words.
so.
I really don’t blame her for thinking.
The policewoman frowned, wondering why Yan Jiu looked at a dead person? Is she going to die?
Yan Jiu finished eating half of the chicken drumstick.
The female police officer smoothed her shoulder-length black hair, and her beautiful face showed indescribable fatigue.
It's obvious.
The policewoman is trying to keep her spirits up.
But it seems to be on the verge of collapse.
At this time.
Yan Jiu looked at the policewoman again.
The system panel reveals its presence: [Ding!
Inspection object: Policewoman,
Remarks:Quality customers,
Mortality rate: 71%,
Time of death: After staying up late for the 1285th time,
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!】
Yan Jiu paused and started to cook.
Let’s calculate the life of the policewoman.
After repeatedly confirming that the other party has survived 1230 times.
Yan Jiu said seriously: "Don't stay up late anymore."
The policewoman with dark eyes smiled: "Okay."
The policewoman smiled at Yan Jiu.
She inexplicably thought of her mother.
Then I was no longer surprised by Yan Jiu's aura.
His casual tone was also much softer.
Yan Jiu: "..." What can I do to save you, my police beauty?
She knew that the other party didn't take it seriously.
then.
I asked the other party for 100 yuan.
The policewoman took out a few scrap tickets without saying anything.
Yan Jiu asked, "Is there a complete picture?"
Paper tickets that have been touched by countless strangers have the same function as certain special talismans.
Among them, the one with the best effect is naturally the hundred-dollar bill, which is widely loved by the masses.
The policewoman touched her pocket: "Wait a moment."
After a while, the policewoman took the money she exchanged from her colleagues and handed it to Yan Jiu.
The paper ticket passed through Yan Jiu's hands and completely turned into a shape that no outsider could fold.
The policewoman showed off her face at Yan Jiu's manipulation.
She hasn't asked the other party to stop being superstitious.
Yan Jiu handed the peace talisman back to the policewoman and said, "Don't be superstitious. Haoran's righteousness will bless you."
Policewoman: Can you not engage in superstitious behavior while also asking people not to be superstitious as a matter of course?
Yan Jiuren is extremely righteous.
As she left, she took out her cell phone.
A bunch of message prompts appeared in the background of Douyin.
I am always concerned about the future of the milk tea shop.
Yan Jiu was so familiar with it that he started to edit it and pinned a comment saying that everyone was in peace.
In an instant.
Welcome doubts.
【No one? I don’t believe it.】
[This is not in line with the character design of Master Jiu, the God of Death is coming again.]
[Haha, it’s a blessing that everyone is fine. Is the host going to resume broadcasting? 】
Saw this comment.
Yan Jiu thought of her business.
then.
The show started selling urns.
There is no doubt about it.
Yan Jiu was in a very happy mood at this moment.
but.
Rao is a micro-expression analyst who is best at observing words and expressions, but it is difficult to dig out the emotions from her face.
It’s not just that Yan Jiu is good at managing her expressions and is used to not expressing her joy or anger, but more importantly, she lacks emotion, has few emotions, and looks like she has no expression.
As Yan Jiu introduced the function of the urn.
Netizens were not calm.
【Scary! Don't come over.jpg】
[The most worrying thing is here. I joked with my roommate and bet on when the anchor would sell urns live. Obviously, I won, but I was not happy at all! 】
【What should I do? It feels like stepping into the gate of hell.】
[Mom, I’m promising now, I will follow the trend of the dead now!]
Yan Jiu squatted at the door and ate from the family bucket.
She didn't forget to take time to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid, people are used after death, not after use."
【Don’t persuade me, don’t persuade me.】
【Master Jiu can talk.】
[It’s not easy for everyone to live such a big life. I hope the anchor can understand us and sell something warm.]
[Such a good product, I’d rather give it to my best friend.]
