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Wen Rao received a call from Zhan Yan an hour before leaving get off work. He went to pick up Xiaoer first, and then picked her up at 05:30.

Just at a quarter past five, a reporter came in. To be precise, it was an old man who stumbled in with a large spittoon with red flowers on a white background.

Seeing an old man with an old-fashioned spittoon on his head walking in, the entire miscellaneous affairs investigation team stood still.

I thought the uncle was an actor who walked into the wrong set.

It was Wen Rao who reacted first and walked over to help the old man who was stumbling around.

She also judged the other person's age to be about 70 years old based on his clothes, but she couldn't tell what he looked like.

After all, there is a large peony spittoon covering his head.

"Uncle, what are you..." Wen Rao asked tentatively.

"Hmm! Have you arrived at the police station? The criminal police team asked me to come to the miscellaneous affairs investigation team!"

The uncle raised his hand and pointed to the position behind him.

Behind him, Zhu Hexu came over.

Zhu Hexu opened the door for him just now, so he was a step slow.

Wen Rao looked at Zhu Hexu with a question mark.

The corners of Zhu Hexu's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but feeling embarrassed.

"Sister Wen Rao, this uncle accidentally slipped and fell at home. He slipped forward a few meters and his head got stuck in the spittoon and couldn't get out. The uncle's house is next door to ours, so he came to report the incident.

We told the uncle that we could call the fire department or go to the hospital, but there was nothing we could do and the uncle wouldn’t go. "

This is also the first time Xiaoer has encountered such a thing.

But this is indeed not the responsibility of the criminal police team, so I had to take the uncle downstairs to the miscellaneous affairs investigation team.

Several of Wen Rao's colleagues covered their mouths and did not dare to laugh out loud.

The uncle's voice came out muffledly from the spittoon.

"What's wrong with me coming to you? I'm in trouble! Call the police! Isn't it? Anyway, I won't go to the fire station or the hospital. It's too embarrassing. I want you to solve it! If you can't solve it, you can't get off work!"

After the uncle finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted the head of the spittoon. There was a buzzing sound that made his ears hurt.

"Uncle, please bear with me for a moment and I'll try to pull it out for you."

Wen Rao felt that since his head could go in, he could also come out.

But she ignored the impact of the uncle's slip. Now it was easier to get in than to get out.

"He Xu, go ahead and do your work. Aunt Sun and I will take care of it."

Wen Rao rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take action. How could Zhu Hexu miss such a good opportunity to get along with Wen Rao, otherwise he would not take the initiative to invite Ying down with an old man wearing a spittoon.

"Sister Wen Rao, I have nothing to do. I can help you."

Zhu Hexu refused to leave, and Wen Rao had no objection.

Wen Rao motioned to the uncle to sit down and checked the distance between the spittoon and the uncle's face. Fortunately, the uncle's breathing was still smooth.

Then I put on my gloves and smeared some peanut oil from the kitchen on the inside, trying to remove the spittoon through lubrication.

Wen Rao started operating here, and it happened to be time to get off work. Colleagues from other departments passed by and saw this scene, and they all stopped and couldn't leave.

"The Miscellaneous Affairs Investigation Team is now even doing firefighting work? How can this make the firefighting situation so embarrassing?"

"I heard that a newcomer with excellent grades has arrived! It's that girl! Don't dare to underestimate the Miscellaneous Affairs Investigation Team in the future!"

"I used to say that this is the bureau's nursing home! Look at how motivated they are! Wow, our crime team is under pressure!"

Colleagues teased her kindly, and Aunt Sun, who helped Wen Rao, curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "Xiao Wen, our miscellaneous affairs investigation team hasn't been so lively in a long time. You really make us look good."

Wen Rao couldn't laugh or cry.

It's lively, but if you can't pull it out after a while, and you accidentally hurt the uncle, it won't be a lively issue.