After eating another rib, with soup and rice, a small amount of pickled radish, a little chili sauce, a hand cake and a cup of 200 ml Coke, Jiang Yuan went to work in good health.
Last night, Jiang Yuan briefly described his worries.
As a well-known wealthy household in a well-known demolition site in the city, although Jiangfu Town frequently entertains guests in the village, it is still difficult to protect him from any desperate people who come to visit him.
After seeing more cases, Jiang Yuan's understanding of unexpected situations has also changed to a certain extent.
Jiang Fuzhen agreed with this, and decided to launch a full-time early warning intelligent defense linkage system - Get Two Dogs.
Jiang Yuan agreed with his father's plan and took the Alpha to the criminal police station with peace of mind.
There were so many cases in the past two days that he didn't even bother to drive.
When he arrived at the office, Jiang Yuan was also lazy. He first watered the green plants in the office, then put on gloves and cleaned the cigarette butts from the flower pots such as the spider plants on the windowsill.
Although cigarette butts will accumulate quickly, they will still look good for a few days.
After watering the flowers, Jiang Yuan swept the floor and mopped the table, like a well-behaved newcomer in the workplace.
He now understands the persistence of civil servants in keeping their offices clean. To a certain extent, office hygiene is the only factor that a working person can control.
Every word outside of that feels like an offense.
"Are you here so early today?" Wu Jun came in with a serious expression.
"Master, morning."
Jiang Yuan responded, then asked curiously: "Are you in a bad mood today? Can I make you a cup of tea?"
"Let's have a drink." Wu Jun sighed.
"Then let's take Longjing." Jiang Yuan made Wu Jun a large cup of bubble tea, put it in a large transparent cup, and placed it in front of Wu Jun.
"Thank you very much." Wu Jun took a sip and said, "You haven't read the almanac, have you?"
Who is a serious person reading the almanac all day long?
Jiang Yuan silently complained in his heart and asked: "What day is today?"
"Everything is inappropriate." Wu Jun exhaled coldly, with an ugly expression like a food blogger who had just eaten a great white shark and was caught red-handed.
Jiang Yuan made a solemn gesture, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes."
This is about the limit of Jiang Yuan's understanding of "everything is inappropriate". Even his father is not so superstitious. The almanac at home is used to clean the table.
Wu Jun shook his head helplessly and said: "On the bright side, at least it didn't rain today."
"The weather is quite nice, and the sunshine is good." Jiang Yuan spoke cooperatively.
Wu Jun said: "Don't be too good. When exposed to the sun, the corpse will rot quickly and smell bad."
"That's what you mean." Jiang Yuan couldn't help shaking his head as he said, "You can't just die every time when things go wrong. We only have one or two murders a year in Ningtai County."
"There are more than a dozen abnormal deaths," Wu Jun said.
"makes sense!"
However, the dozens of abnormal deaths every year does not mean that dozens of autopsies must be performed.
Generally speaking, in most cases, a postmortem examination can almost determine the cause of death, so there is no need for an autopsy.
The few cases that require an autopsy may not necessarily turn into a murder case.
Of course, if there is really a murder, then it will be another package of living in a unit.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Wu Jun shouted.
"Forensic Doctor Wu, Forensic Doctor Jiang." The familiar Mu Zhiyang came in.
He had a gypsum board hanging from his arm, and he still seemed to be in a bad mood, but his overall energy was quite good.
With a red face and white teeth, he looks very energetic.
Mu Zhiyang couldn't help but grin while standing in the cold forensic office.
Wu Jun suddenly said: "So it's you?"
"I?"
Mu Zhiyang didn't know why and pointed to his nose.
Wu Jun shook his head and said with a smile: "It's rare for someone to be injured by a gun these days. How do you feel?"
"It's okay, it's a little itchy." Mu Zhiyang giggled twice.
"This is luck. Some people have never seen a gangster shoot in their entire life."
"I'll be able to brag a lot from now on. I even achieved third-class merit and earned a lot of money." Mu Zhiyang looked very happy.
Wu Jun wanted to shake his head, but after thinking about it, he felt that the third-class gong was really delicious.
For young people in the police system, if they do not rise to the top when they are young, it will only be more difficult for them in the future.
It was not easy for Mu Zhiyang to make a real contribution at such a young age, but he was shot. However, it provided him with a pretty good opportunity.
"Thanks to you last time." Jiang Yuan handed Mu Zhiyang a cigarette.
Mu Zhiyang said nonchalantly: "You have already thanked me, so there is no need to say this again. Besides, I didn't block the gun for you or anything, it was just bad luck that I got shot."
"Anyway, it wasn't you who got the bullet, the rest of us were going to get the bullet." Jiang Yuan lit the cigarette for Mu Zhiyang and said with a smile, "It's been hard lately."
"Paid vacation is pretty good."
"Just come back to work? It's a bit early."
"My mother goes around day and night, crying all the time, and very annoyed." Mu Zhiyang must have been really bored, and couldn't help but complain: "It's not easy to make a contribution, but she still wants me to resign.
Do you think you are stupid or not?"
Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun looked at each other without saying anything.
If they were shot, their family would definitely be more than just nagging them to resign.
Fortunately, normal forensic doctors have a lot of contact with dead people.
Being a police officer is indeed a job with little worldly future.
In terms of power, it is very laborious and difficult for an ordinary policeman to become the director of a police station. In fact, most people are unable to do this.
In terms of income, the monthly salary of the police is basically transparent, and where you can make money, it is always dangerous. And it is much more dangerous than ordinary industries.
As for the benefits, it is probably the weak power that comes with the police position, as well as social recognition. But the power restrictions and negative evaluations that come with it may make people here even more emotional.
In short, as a social individual, it is normal for police officers to think of resigning from time to time.
Neither Jiang Yuan nor Wu Jun was suitable to persuade Mu Zhiyang at this time.
Third-class merit is not enough to send him to Qingyun Avenue, it is just a smoother journey.
Mu Zhiyang actually knew that, so he stopped talking after a few words, and laughed again, saying: "I will remove the plaster in a few days, and then I will officially go to work. If Dr. Jiang has something to do, please remember to see me."
"Okay." Jiang Yuan agreed immediately, but he was given the gun.
Wu Jun clicked his tongue twice and thought to himself, could it be that Mu Zhiyang, this unlucky boy, was shot and changed?
Now everyone in the county bureau knows that Jiang Yuan handles cases quickly and well, and they want to invite him to fight... mainly because they haven't waited for the case.
Unexpectedly, Mu Zhiyang knew how to line up this team as soon as he came back. This boy has made the road wider!
"We'll have dinner together later. I'll make something lighter, Cantonese-style. It can be eaten even after the injury." Jiang Yuan still felt sad when he saw Mu Zhiyang hanging his arms.
When the gangster rushed over that day, even though there were four of them on his side, Jiang Yuan really didn't have any support at all.
In fact, it was the same. If the armed police sniper hadn't fired decisively and hit the vital point with one shot, the four novices who couldn't even form a formation might have been killed.
Mu Zhiyang happily agreed, but Jiang Yuan gave him two bags of soft Chinese before leaving.
Jiang Yuan returned to his seat and suddenly felt full of motivation.
The same fear of danger actually has the effect of making positive out of negative situations.
Nothing happened for a day.
After the master and apprentice fished for several hours, they looked at the sunset together and smiled at each other.
It's time to get off work again.
Wu Jun even lamented that on a day when everything was unfavorable, meeting Mu Zhiyang was a blessing in disguise.
Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Jun's cell phone rang.
"Um...Captain Huang." Wu Jun answered with a troubled expression.
"Wanghe Building, fell to death, east side...you come in from this location in the parking lot." Huang Qiangmin explained the matter clearly in a few words.
