Furong Branch, Criminal Investigation Group Three Office.
Ji Zhe placed the compiled files on the table, paused, and carefully touched Yuan Shasha in front of him.
Yuan Shasha turned around and saw that Ji Zhe had already sent the file: "Senior Sister Yuan, I have sorted out this file as required. Please help me take a look."
"Yeah." Yuan Shasha took the file, flipped through it a few times, and nodded silently: "As a newcomer, it's pretty good, but there are quite a few problems."
"Then...then if I hand it over to Senior Brother Gu, will he let me redo it? After all, this is the file on the delivery boy's poisoning case."
Jizhe couldn't make up his mind and asked Yuan Shasha again for advice.
Mainly due to the tasks assigned by Gu Chen, and since he had no experience in this area, Ji Zhe pieced together the file based solely on the reference files provided by Yuan Shasha.
But considering that this was yesterday’s car accident case caused by the poisoning of the takeaway boy, it was about human life, and I was afraid of not doing it well.
That's why I thought of letting Yuan Shasha check it for me before giving it to Gu Chen.
Yuan Shasha smiled lightly and said: "If you ask me to comment on this, I can't say. Maybe it's because I'm used to looking at the files compiled by my senior brother, so it feels quite strange to see your file."
"What do you mean?" Ji Zhe asked pleadingly.
Yuan Shasha shook her head: "I really can't tell. Maybe it seems a little immature. I didn't pay attention to many details. If I look closely, it looks a bit like a running account, not like a file, which feels weird."
"Then...how should I change it? After all, this report is of great importance, and I can't make any mistakes!"
Upon hearing Yuan Shasha's comments, Ji Zhe suddenly became anxious.
After all, as a new trainee police officer, especially a junior in the department.
Ji Zhe is very aware of his current status.
That is, talk less and do more. This is what he concluded from everyone's discussion of Wu Xiaofeng.
Wu Xiaofeng was a little inflated because he had achieved some achievements before, and he also made a lot of jokes later on.
So from then on, Wu Xiaofeng began to focus on his work and stopped being bloated.
As a regular police officer, Wu Xiaofeng has learned from the past.
Ji Zhe is a smart man. He is not unaware of his current situation, so he wants to make some achievements.
But when Gu Chen suddenly entrusted him with such an important task, Ji Zhe was afraid that he would not be able to do it well, so he was a little scared.
But after Yuan Shasha pointed it out, Ji Zhe felt relieved again, but he just didn't know how to correct it.
Seeing that Jizhe was as timid as a mouse, Yuan Shasha covered her mouth and snickered: "Jizhe, you don't think that Senior Brother Gu really entrusted you with the files of this case, right?"
"Isn't it? That's what Senior Brother Gu said after the interrogation at noon yesterday." Ji Zhe still insisted.
Yuan Shasha shook her head and smiled: "You are overthinking this. This kind of important case sorting work has always been done independently by Senior Brother Gu."
"I asked you to compile a file. I just want to see your work level and see what shortcomings you have."
"So, I suggest you show this file that you have compiled to Senior Brother Gu and let him point out your shortcomings."
"Is that so?" After hearing Yuan Shasha's words, Ji Zhe suddenly felt relieved.
I used to think that Gu Chen gave him such an important job because he valued himself.
If you don't do well, wouldn't you be living up to his expectations of yourself?
But now it seems that everything is just overthinking.
Gu Chen just asked himself to make a file and sort it out to see how good he was.
In this way, Ji Zhe felt less burdened.
So he glanced at Gu Chen who was working in front of him, and quickly walked to him with the file: "Gu team."
"Huh? Is something wrong?" Gu Chen sorted out the manuscript in his hand and turned to glance at Ji Zhe.
"I've already finished the file compilation you asked me to do. Why don't you take a look?" Ji Zhe asked in a low voice.
"Oh." Gu Chen responded, stretched out his right hand and said, "Then take it over."
"Okay." Seeing Gu Chen asking for it, Ji Zhe quickly handed the files he had compiled and handed them to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen used his master-level observation and master-level memory to simply look through it. He immediately took out his writing pen and circled many parts directly with the pen, then handed it to Ji Zhe and said:
"Please reorganize these places and give them to me after you have sorted them out." Gu Chen said.
"Ah?" Ji Zhe was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, I'll spend the whole afternoon sorting it out. How many seconds can you see the problem?
Seeing Ji Zhe froze in place, Gu Chen asked again: "What's wrong? Do you still have any questions?"
"No...no, I'll sort it out right now." After hearing what Gu Chen said, Ji Zhe quickly took the files that Gu Chen had corrected and returned to his desk.
Seeing that Gu Chen continued to immerse himself in his work, Yuan Shasha quietly turned around and said, "Just follow the places that Senior Brother Gu pointed out for you and reorganize them."
"After the sorting is completed, ask Senior Brother Gu to compare the files compiled by him, and you will know where the problem lies."
"Well, I understand, Senior Sister Yuan." Ji Zhe opened the file and began to change it according to Bao Chen's wishes.
Soon it was time to eat.
Gu Chen looked at his watch, put the documents aside, and went to the Furong Branch cafeteria with everyone.
Gu Chen was on duty in the evening, so after dinner, Gu Chen returned to the office early.
After finishing his night shift, Gu Chen will have a day off and plans to go home to see his parents.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Lu Weiwei and He Junchao also came to the office.
Gu Chen exclaimed, "Senior Sister Lu, don't you have night shift today?"
"I changed with Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was temporarily busy, so I took his place." Lu Weiwei said with a smile.
He Junchao on the side couldn't help but let out a "goose" laugh when he saw this.
Lu Weiwei gave He Junchao a hard blow and asked him: "Why are you giggling?"
"I laugh at Xiao Wu. Every time Gu Chen works the night shift, something happens unexpectedly. Is this any different from the sudden cancellation of physical education classes?"
"I think it's you Lu Weiwei... hmm!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He Junchao wanted to continue talking, but Lu Weiwei instantly covered his mouth with his hand: "Shut up, you He Junchao is the only one who talks a lot. You are helping a colleague who is temporarily in trouble. That is our criminal investigation."
Is the team’s fine tradition good?”
"Okay, then let go of your hands first." He Junchao, whose mouth was covered, said vaguely.
After Lu Weiwei warned He Junchao with her eyes, she let go of her hand, walked to Gu Chen and said, "Junior Brother Gu, what are you going to have for supper later?"
"Let's eat noodles, what do you think?" Gu Chen asked.
Lu Weiwei nodded fiercely: "Okay, let's eat noodles."
He Junchao heard this and said with disdain: "I have just finished dinner, and you are thinking about eating midnight snacks. Tsk, tsk, Lu Weiwei, besides eating all day long, can you find other topics to talk about?"
Just when Lu Weiwei was about to fight back, there was a sudden movement at the door.
Ding Liang and Huang Zunlong were escorting a middle-aged man past the office of Group Three.
Seeing that Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei were both there, Ding Liang pushed the middle-aged man directly to the office.
"be honest."
"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Lu Weiwei hurriedly asked Ding Liang.
Ding Liang showed the back of his hand: "This guy was drunk and hit people, and even bit me. Take him to your office first to sober up."
"Bitten again? You, Ding Liang, have Lu Dongbin's constitution, right? Why do drunk guys bite you every time?" He Junchao didn't know why, but suddenly discovered some strange connections.
Ding Liang smiled bitterly and said: "You think I think so? But there are a lot of drunks I deal with who like to bite people. I have been bitten on my hand so many times."
"Then why is Huang Zunlong doing well?" Gu Chen glanced at Ding Liang and asked.
Huang Zunlong explained with a smile: "Because he is the one who puts handcuffs on drunkards every time. Those drunkards don't care. If you want to handcuff him, he will bite you."
"When I drink, I feel like I'm the best in the world. Who cares about the police or not?"
"That's right." He Junchao nodded silently and suddenly said, "But why did you bring him to our office?"
"It's the principle of proximity. I'm too lazy to go upstairs." Seeing that Gu Chen was on duty, Ding Liang, his roommate, directly found a seat by the window, cuffed the drunk man's right hand to the iron railing by the window, and then walked to
At the water dispenser, pour yourself a glass of water.
He Junchao glanced at the drunk man and saw that he was a gentle man and did not look like a ruthless boss, so he asked him: "Hey, who is that? Why do you drink so much?"
"Because...because wine is a good thing." The drunk man yawned and said involuntarily.
"Haha, what kind of nonsense is this? Who doesn't know that alcohol is a good thing? But it has to be done in moderation, right? I've seen a lot of people like you who make trouble when you drink. Seeing how polite you are, why do you do this?
Are you thinking about beating someone?"
Seeing that the drunk man didn't seem to want to talk to him, He Junchao suddenly felt that he was asking for trouble.
However, Huang Zunlong on the side answered and immediately broke the embarrassment: "He was discussing with others the rights and wrongs of poetry, and he was stunned to say that what others said was wrong, and he made fun of their lack of culture."
"Tell me, he's also a drinker. Why should he be allowed to drink? I just said a few words to him, and this guy is a good guy. He picked up the bottle and hit him on the head."
"Oh! So powerful? Can't you tell?" It felt like this gentle middle-aged uncle was still a ruthless character. He Junchao was immediately interested in the middle-aged man's career, so he quickly asked:
"I said...what do you do?"
"What do I do? What does it have to do with you?" Seeing He Junchao asking him back, the middle-aged man responded directly.
When He Junchao heard this, he immediately became angry: "I said you are a drunkard. Do you know that you can get beaten easily if you talk like this?"
"I know, otherwise why do you think I'm here?" The middle-aged man seemed not surprised.
When he arrived at the police station, he straightened his legs up, as if entering the police station was already a common occurrence.
"Haha?" He Junchao felt that this middle-aged man had a bit of a temper. He snorted coldly at him: "I'm an alcoholic, where is your family's contact information? Ask your family to come over."
"He said he has no family." After hearing He Junchao's words, Ding Liang reminded him: "We were in the hotel just now and asked him for a long time, but he didn't say anything, so we had to bring him over first to let him sober up.
"
"Then I guess you have to spend the night at the police station tonight." Lu Weiwei looked at the middle-aged man with a look of disdain and couldn't help but complain.
However, at this time, the man seemed to be in a good mood and started humming, as if he was singing or reciting poetry.
This operation left everyone stunned.
He Junchao smiled and said: "Damn it, I can't tell, you can also recite poetry? You should be a Chinese teacher, right?"
"Haha." Glancing at He Junchao, the middle-aged man said with a faint smile: "This is the difference between reading poetry and not reading poetry."
"A person like you who only talks about shit probably has nothing to talk about with me."
Waving his hand, the middle-aged man looked out the window with a noble expression.
"Haha?" Hearing what the middle-aged man said, He Junchao suddenly felt a little dissatisfied and said, "I said you are a drunkard and your tone is not small. Who can't recite poetry?"
"You?" The middle-aged man turned his head, glanced at He Junchao contemptuously, shook his head with a smile, and said: "I guess when you see lotus flowers, only small lotus flowers show their sharp corners. Dragonflies have already stood on them, right?
"
"In my opinion, if you don't usually read, well, this is basically your upper limit, bronze level."
After saying this, the middle-aged man immediately stretched out his thumb, and then pointed his thumb downward directly in front of He Junchao.
"Hey!" Feeling like he had received a critical hit of 10,000 points, He Junchao suddenly became anxious and retorted directly: "Isn't this a famous sentence?"
"When I see a lotus, I think of a small lotus showing its sharp corners. A dragonfly has already stood on it. Is this considered a bronze level? Then you can say something."
"You should say: The sun rises above the leaves and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the loads." Glancing at He Junchao, the middle-aged man curled his lips and smiled: "Oh, it sounds so nice to say that, at least it is a diamond.
It’s a good start, right?”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Look how beautiful you have become?" Seeing the middle-aged man complaining like this, Ding Liang, who was bitten by him, couldn't sit still anymore and retorted directly:
"Don't you know how to recite a few poems? What are you so arrogant about?"
"Hahaha." After hearing Ding Liang's words, the middle-aged man suddenly felt superior and complained directly: "Young man, speaking is an art."
"When you see the colorful clouds and the setting sun, you should say: The falling clouds and the solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water makes the sky one color."
"Don't just say things like shit, she's so beautiful."
"When the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up, you should say: The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close."
"Instead of just saying, ah, the air is so fresh."
"Hey." Hearing the middle-aged man's words, He Junchao immediately realized that this guy has two skills, so he complained:
"Don't you know just a few lines of poetry? What's so arrogant? Now we're not in ancient times. Can you get a girl by reciting poetry? Is it useful to confess to a girl?"
"Haha, you look like a single guy, am I right?" The middle-aged man stared at He Junchao, as if he had already seen through everything.
He Junchao suddenly became a little impatient and said, "What are you talking about? What's wrong with a single person? Doesn't it sound good to call him a lone wolf? It sounds like the kind of person who can kill those who show affection all day long."
"Haha." The middle-aged man shook his head and said involuntarily: "So there is a reason why you can't find a girl."
"I'm telling you, if you read more poetry, it can really improve your own personal charm."
Looking He Junchao up and down, the middle-aged man said again: "Seeing that your rotten wood is still of some use, I will make an exception and teach you a few words."
Seeing that this middle-aged man was drunk too much, he was talking nonsense here again.
He Junchao also sneered, and couldn't help complaining: "You are so drunk, you still teach me?"
"Why can't I teach you?" The middle-aged man glanced at him and said with disdain: "Let me tell you, if you meet a girl you like and confess your love to her, you should say: There is a beautiful person, Qingyang
Graceful, we meet by chance, it suits my wishes."
"Don't just say "I love you" all the time. Isn't that vulgar?"
"Oh!" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, He Junchao suddenly felt that this guy seemed to have some skills, and he immediately became interested.
"I'm talking about an alcoholic. I really can't tell. You really have some skills."
"Do you think they are all like you?" The middle-aged man pointed at everyone in the office and said with disdain, "I don't even look down on you, especially you."
"Me?" He Junchao pointed to himself and said with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong with me?"
"Single dog, I just said the three words 'I love you' too much and I no longer feel them. Do you understand?"
He Junchao: "..."
Seeing He Junchao's embarrassed look, the middle-aged man immediately said: "If you miss your girlfriend, you can also say: 'Linglong Dice An Hongdou, it penetrates into the bones and makes you think.' Isn't this very classy? Can it improve your personal temperament?"
?”
"Haha." Feeling that this guy was getting on top, He Junchao immediately retorted: "What if you don't have a girlfriend?"
"What? You don't have a girlfriend?" The middle-aged man suddenly raised his tone and said this sentence very loudly.
The office at the moment is full of all kinds of embarrassments.
"Ahem." He Junchao coughed twice and couldn't help but said: "This... this is not the point. I am just making an analogy. For example, I don't have a girlfriend."
"I see you are still pretending to be the same." He raised his eyebrows, and the middle-aged man said with a look of disdain: "If you don't have a girlfriend, I can teach you something, listen carefully: it's useless to just say that you're lovesick, it's okay to be melancholy.
mad."
"What do you mean?" He Junchao was confused and looked at the middle-aged man with a dull expression.
"It's just that I love you, it has nothing to do with you." Gu Chen, who was reading the information, said casually.
This statement attracted the middle-aged man's attention.
Looking at Gu Chen, the middle-aged man also smiled in surprise: "You can't tell, there is a guy here who knows a little bit about poetry. Young man, you are right, that's what you mean."
Glancing at He Junchao, who continued to be confused, the middle-aged man said again: "So do you understand? Isn't your girlfriend coming right after you finish talking about it?"
"So let me tell you, reading too much poetry can, in the long run, improve your temperament, improve your aesthetics, and enrich your imagination."
Pulling on his collar, the middle-aged man also said confidently: "My mind is as empty as a valley of literary and ink, and my belly is full of poetry and calligraphy."
"To put it more closely and realistically, isn't it easy to get more points for essays and improve Chinese language scores?"
Glancing at the files on Gu Chen's desk, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "Stop talking about composition, how about improving your file sorting skills?"
"So Tang poetry is like a mountain, with endless moonlight and strong wine, Song poetry is like wine, with endless love and separation..."
Being stunned by the middle-aged man's words, He Junchao could no longer sit still and asked him hurriedly: "So, what do you do? Don't tell me that you are a contemporary poet?"
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