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Chapter 62: Police Station Regulars

September 5 at 2:20 pm.

In the lobby of Nancheng Police Department.

Because he had already been here once, Jiang Han was already familiar with the road in a sense. He found the lounge very familiarly, stood on tiptoes and took a cup of coffee under the caring eyes of the police witch, and sat at a higher level.

On the sofa, the little feet wearing Martin boots were dangling in the air, occasionally colliding with each other.

She didn't like coffee very much, but with this cup in her hand, she couldn't make a sound of condemnation or blame in her heart.

The mellow and rich flavor of the ground coffee beans floats up. The witch's taste is very sensitive, and there is always an extra experience when tasting delicious food!

After drinking a glass of wine with satisfaction, she set her sights on the cookies on the table in the waiting room.

Looks like it's just baked

Outside the lounge door, a police detective wearing a cloak, short skirt, and boots hurried past. The absolute field composed of gray stockings made people take a second look.

It's Detective Kong Anwei, is she looking for me? Jiang Han remembered the other party's name, raised his hand and called twice:

"Detective, this way, this way!"

Miss Kong Anwei's dull eyes turned around, and she swung her cloak and strode over, like some kind of giant bat in the night.

"You arrived a little early." She said, her tone slightly stiff.

Is this guy in a bad mood? Jiang Han didn’t want to cause trouble and said with a smile:

“It’s better to arrive earlier”

"That's right, it would be better to arrive earlier!" Kong Anwei's voice was a little louder, and she tilted her head. She put her hand on the staff sheath on her waist. After a moment of silence, she let go and rubbed her temples. "

Sorry, my tone was not very good and too loud. Please follow me, Miss Han."

She turned around and led the way.

"It's okay, but what happened today?" Jiang Han asked cautiously, fearing that a wrong question might offend the detective.

"A lot of things!" The detective lady walked to the elevator, asked Jiang Han to turn her back, and bent down to help her tie up the safety device.

From behind, the police detectives could almost completely cover Jiang Han. In front of these police detectives, whose average height was 10, Miss Jiang Han looked too petite, almost like a larger doll.

She was a little stiff, and she could feel the detective's slender hands moving around her waist, and she could feel the detective's warm breath. With a short body contact, the safety device was equipped.

"Come on, turn around." Kong Anwei said.

Jiang Han obediently turned around and let the police detective check him. It felt just like when his mother checked him before going out in elementary school.

Miss, please go away quickly. My neck is hurting. Jiang Han raised his head, felt the pressure on his neck, and said with a smile:

"Is it a very unpleasant thing, a very unpleasant thing that I hate, or an ordinary but troublesome thing?"

Smiling helps to heal. Kong Awei's expression softened a little, she turned her head and sighed:

"Although I shouldn't complain to you, it's an internal matter after all, but those witches from the Administration are really bad guys. They just told us they would be here soon, and let the members of our team work hard to train them.

The scene was changed to a filming scene, and then they told us that we would be two hours late. I had to complain about their work efficiency, which was a crime against the country!"

After complaining for a while, Kong Awei held Jiang Han in her arms and ejected through the elevator.

Ejected directly to the seventh shooting range where he last shot the magazine, Jiang Han jumped out of the arms of the police detective. After landing, he stepped on his Martin boots, pulled up his ice-colored stockings, and turned his head.

Curious said:

"It wasn't like this last time."

"Huh?" The detective patted his cloak with a puzzled expression on his face.

Jiang Han gestured:

"You let me fly by myself last time, why not this time?"

The police detective suddenly realized it and said with a smile:

"Last time was the first time we cooperated. If it broke, we would just save it. Now, we may have to cooperate in the future, so I'm afraid that if you accidentally break it, you won't cooperate with us next time."

If it's broken, just save it. To be honest, Miss Detective, I don't want to continue to cooperate with you right now. Jiang Han's mouth twitched.

The shooting range has been transformed a bit strangely now, and the witch's engineering ability has to be mentioned here.

A group of witches, with the help of a professional architect, can repair Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris in one day. This also means that Notre Dame Cathedral in France has been burned more than once!

When Jiang Han came last time, there was an old castle scene at the shooting range as a special training scene, but it disappeared this time.

Instead, there was an exhibition hall like a science fiction scene. There were about a dozen booths, all displaying different folding spaces. The police detectives also took off their clothes and changed clothes very boldly in front of the pond next to the high-tech exhibition hall.

, seems to be changing into the uniform of the Folding Space Administration for filming

Miss Song Kexin, wearing a police officer's uniform, black pantyhose, and flat leather shoes, was giving orders with a cold face.

Jiang Han walked over, stood on tiptoes and waved in front of the other party. After seeing that her attention was on him, he said hello:

"Good afternoon, Officer Song!"

Jiang Han, who was smiling brightly, neutralized the officer's low pressure, and made Officer Song take a gentle breath. He stretched out his index finger towards the members of Team 7, pointed at the sky, turned it clockwise three times, and then clasped it under his thumb.

, put four fingers together and waved towards the exhibition hall area.

The members of the seventh group quickly ran to the exhibition area and checked the pictures. They sprayed some places with red spray, while others used blue spray.

"That's it, that's right, that's it!" A witch standing next to her shouted intoxicatedly.

Song Kexin had a sullen face, patted the witch on the shoulder, and said seriously:

"Whether you can get a reduced sentence depends on this."

Commutation of sentence? Commutation of sentence, commutation of sentence!? Wait, who is this witch whose sentence is to be commuted? Jiang Han's eyes widened.

Song Kexin turned her head and said seriously and angrily:

"This is Miss Hua Xinyu, a well-known architect and tourist landmark designer. She was sentenced to four months of closed educational control for taking artistic photos of underage witches."

Hua Xinyu looked at Jiang Han with fear on her face, turned to Song Kexin and shouted:

"Damn! You are indeed a bad policeman! Tell me! Why did you drag an underage girl over? Do you want me to sentence you to another 4 months? Also! Aren't you just fishing for law enforcement!?"

"Dear mother, please show off your skills! Miss Jiang Han is 1 year old! It's in the database, it's written on her ID card, and no matter how bad it is, take a look at her breasts, underage people have this kind of breasts."

Model number?" Song Kexin also shouted explosively.

Then, Hua Xinyu's expression suddenly changed, and her smile was extremely perverted, which reminded people of those perverted murderers in Hong Kong horror movies in the early years.

She is gentle and has a perverted smile:

"So, she is an adult?"

Officer Song Kexin nodded, with a serious expression on his face:

"I'm an adult."


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