Detective Qian has been sitting in the unimportant position of detective for nearly ten years. He wanted to have a chance to join the deputy unit before he was kicked out of the Criminal University when he was old enough, and then be sent to a small suburban police station.
I will be a deputy director in charge of public security for my retirement, and I will be contented in this life.
Wen Zhao also stared at Detective Qian's position as detective. Although the position of detective was not good, it was a necessary step to be promoted to deputy director. If he wanted to be promoted, he had to be a detective first.
From the first day he entered the Criminal University, he had set his sights on Li Meng, who was promoted quickly at a young age. In terms of work and life, whenever there was an opportunity, he would try to get in touch with him, just to win the key to promotion.
You can always be supported.
Xiaoji is married, but in the past, all the family affairs were left to his wife. In the past few years, he has been working overtime and on duty every day without any regrets. He said that serving the people is too empty. He mainly wants to achieve good results, and
This is a good explanation for my wife who is focused on staying at home.
Captain of the Serious Crime Squadron, this was the position Li Meng promised him. Although he had been a policeman for many years, he doubted whether the deputy captain in front of him had the ability to help him become the squadron leader. But it was obvious that the other party
He definitely has the strength to pull him down.
Several people present have their own ideas and purposes. Although they may not be simple, the adult world is not easy for anyone. If we only look at the results, they are all good men who dare to fight against the K elements.
In their eyes, these K elements are just criminals whose names are a little louder than ordinary criminals. Aren't they criminals with two hands and two feet?
They are serious and experienced Dongzhou detectives!
Who should be afraid? The answer is clear.
The night is quiet and the moon is like frost.
The clock has struck steadily at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and most of the windows in many buildings have been darkened. Except for the occasional room with computer screens still on, the community is quiet.
A few days ago, Xiao Cao, who was sitting on a chair and bed in an Internet cafe in the city a few hundred kilometers away from here, was leaning lazily on the guardrail of the balcony on the second floor, patting his cheeks aimlessly and lowering his eyes.
Pizi looked down at a man lying on the lawn moaning in pain due to drunkenness.
For some reason, he still envied this drunk guy deep down in his heart.
Although it is half-dead now and no one cares about it, at least when the sun rises tomorrow morning, people who should go to work will go to work, and people who should go home will finally have a normal life waiting for them.
And he has nothing left.
The crazy experiences of the past few days gave Xiao Cao a feeling of suffocation. If he hadn't settled down a little tonight to fill his stomach and drank a lot of wine to numb himself, he really felt that he might still be trapped in the fog.
In the dream, it was still a nightmare.
Nightmare?
Xiao Cao couldn't help but shiver and turned his head slightly. From the corner of his eye, the noisy scene in the back room was reflected in his eyes through the glass window.
Fear crept into his heart again. The female corpse in the hotel room toilet had already frightened him, but what was even more desperate was that the two people just closed the toilet door afterwards and continued to eat and drink in the room.
It was as if the dead woman was just like garbage thrown in the corner, no one cared about it. Even when they went to the toilet, they used their own excrement liquid to soak it up, euphemistically calling it her
"Purify yourself".
After they finished, they closed the toilet door as usual and continued to eat meat and drink in the room. They shouted in a language that only their own people could understand. Then they laughed and continued to drink, just like they were in the back room right now.
The scene is exactly the same.
Dog said...
Xiao Cao closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while, but his mind couldn't help but picture a dark toilet, filled with the smell of blood, and the LED light above his head flickered on and off intermittently.
He saw an illusory version of himself standing there with his head lowered, his hands covered in blood, and his body shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, the illusory version of himself suddenly turned around and lay on the door, knocking frantically.
The movements were intense, but not a single sound came out of his mouth.
"Hey!"
Finally, Xiao Cao could no longer suppress the feeling of nausea in his abdomen, and the food, wine, and bile in his stomach surged up into his throat.
He put one hand on the balcony guardrail and couldn't help but bend down.
After vomiting, Xiao Cao sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the guardrail, feeling tired and sad.
Squeak, the plastic door of the balcony was opened.
"Oh, my dear friend, why are you hiding here alone? Everyone is waiting for you. Your story fascinates us." Maybe he heard the noise outside, Aikbal
Holding a beer, he pushed open the balcony door and greeted Xiao Cao loudly.
Akbar's face was flushed, his eyes flashed with a blurred light, he spoke quickly, and he grasped the door handle with his other hand to stabilize his swaying body.
The person who looked quite cautious from the front suddenly changed his appearance when he drank... Xiao Cao slowly stood up, faced the enthusiastic Aikbal, and pointed at the freshly vomited food on the ground.
Dirt, helplessly shook his head.
"It's better to vomit it, so you can drink again!" Aike Baier glanced at the ground, walked around the pile of filth, walked to Xiao Cao with a smile, and insisted on dragging him into the inner room to drink some more
cup.
Are you kidding? The way they drink it will definitely kill someone... Xiao Cao couldn't bear it and waved his hands to indicate that he couldn't drink anymore.
During the pushing, a black object fell out of Aikbal's arms and landed on the dirt that Xiao Cao had just spit on the ground.
Xiao Cao was shocked when he saw this. Although he didn't know what this thing was, in recent days he had seen this fake old boy from the Wei clan guarding this thing like a treasure. In addition to taking a bath, he didn't even want to sleep.
Taking it out, I guess it is a sacred object of faith.
Without thinking, he grabbed the box and started wiping it with his own clothes, saying quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it clean for you right now."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Aike Baier laughed, pointed at Xiao Cao and said loudly: "My friend, be gentle, be gentle, or we will have to follow you.
It’s heaven!”
"Ah?" Xiao Cao didn't react, but he still stopped what he was doing and looked at Aikber, "What kind of paradise? Are you Christians?"
"Haha, it just means bang, and then everyone will fly!"
"bang?"
Akbar first twisted his hands into a continuous love circle, then made a "bang" sound in his mouth, and then spread his hands suddenly in a radial shape.
Xiao Cao was stunned for a moment, and no matter how stupid he was, he realized that it meant a bomb.
Taking advantage of Xiao Cao's pause, Aikber reached out to take back the box, stuffed it into his arms again, wrapped it tightly, and then pushed Xiao Cao back into the back room with both hands without ceremony.
Even though it was late at night, the people in the room were still very welcoming and the atmosphere was strong.
"Haha, my friend, drink! Drink!"
"You have to drink more, and you will have better drinking ability!"
"This is the most..."
boom.
As the door to the balcony was closed, the noise finally quieted down.
After a while, the "drunk" man lying downstairs stood up straight, raised his head and looked at the position where Xiao Cao was standing upstairs, and then left quickly without looking back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the dark night.
After the "drunk man" left, a figure flashed out from the wall not far away. He looked for a moment in the direction of the "drunk man" who had left earlier. When he saw no one appeared, he imitated that man's appearance and walked crookedly.
He was a little stiff and looked like an unqualified "drunkard".
When they got closer, they discovered that this drunkard was actually Jiang Hai who had been following Li Meng's black Volkswagen, led by Dongcheng Feilong, to catch the "treacherous".
Li Meng probably never imagined that while he was on a tracking mission, someone would also quietly touch his heels. This person looked quite unprofessional.
"Hey, I learned another trick."
Jiang Hai, who was lying on the ground pretending to be drunk, stared at the balcony on the second floor where the K elements were.
After a long time, there was no movement upstairs. Jiang Hai stood up unsteadily again, stumbling around the small building step by step.
After walking around for a few times and finding nothing, he lay back on the grass.
Feeling numb, I stood up again.
When I was tired from walking, I lay back down again.
This cycle continues.
Then at a certain moment, Jiang Hai, who was lying on the grass pretending to be drunk and about to fall asleep, saw a fat middle-aged man coming out of the balcony on the second floor, whom he had seen for the first time.
This big fat man is not like ordinary people. At first glance, he looks like O'Neal after his retirement. He may be a little shorter in height.
Jiang Hai, who had been harassed by mosquitoes for most of the night, saw the real K-molecule with great interest. After all, this person did not belong to the previous threesome. Not surprisingly, he should be the owner of this house.
However, apart from bringing some surprises to Jiang Hai in terms of size, this big fat man had no other use. He just leaned on the balcony and made a phone call for a while, and the sound sounded like he was doing something boring like he owed money or begged for mercy.
After making the call, the big fat man went back to the room.
Jiang Hai lay quietly for a while and then started the previous cycle again.