Shen Shizhen

Everyone who appeared at the commendation meeting today was engraved in Ivan's mind. The people who accompanied him were Molde and Walker, and he probably served as Carter's post.

Ivan has changed his view of Walker since the ID card incident last time, although in his opinion, the fat-headed and big-eared Walker is still the same fat-headed and big-eared Walker, without any change at all.

But until the end of the meeting, Ai Fan didn't notice anything unusual—the mayor sitting in front of him was planning to divorce his wife and marry a mistress, and he was a model; one of the chiefs of the military department next to him had a fetish for women, and the other was Comrades who cheated on marriages, and another who took bribes...

After such a circle, Ai Fan really didn't understand what these had to do with the cause of his father's death.

Molde was also informed of Walker's intention to call Ivan here. Although he also didn't see what kind of tricks Walker was playing, he believed it. After all, he never understood why Primo was with Walker before he was alive Doing nothing but flattering bureaucratic supporters are so good.

Ai Fan was very impatient to hear the tedious clichés and official words. His mood of being ready to move in recent days was once again forced out by the libretto of those superiors. Compared with this, he was even more willing to accompany Ji Chuan to watch the Spring Festival Gala, from the beginning to the end. Kind of, he doesn't understand how the French people can be so long-winded.

Molde could feel the anxiety of his colleagues, but Ai Fan couldn't see it, and he couldn't even deliver a comforting look.

He was too used to meetings of this level. In fact, when Carter knew that he didn't have to attend this meeting, he didn't even bother to ask why.

The drowsy Ivan started to run the train in his mind. She would be very happy if Rebecca came here for the meeting. After all, there are too many unknown gossips among the well-dressed people here.

Or it might be good to let Lisa say it, the voices here are too noisy, and everyone's closely guarded prisons are locked up with their own beasts of desire.

Oh, he suddenly remembered a sentence that Connor learned from station B - "Smile on your face, mmp in your heart".

He still remembered that he later asked Chuanchuan what "mmp" was, and Ji Chuan simply told him that it was a local curse dialect, and that people in his hometown didn't use this word...

Others may not know it, but Walker saw it, and Ivan fell asleep.

Walker frowned, and he seemed to realize something.

During the period, Molde also got up to share his experience in hunting down terrorists for many years. It was the thunderous applause at the end of the meeting that brought Ivan's consciousness back.

After the three of them finally came out of the meeting room, Walker cryptically asked Ivan, who was taller than him, "Did you see anything?"

Ai Fan shook his head. To be honest, he felt something was wrong. How could he fall asleep...

While Ivan was contemplating, he was suddenly touched by Molde's arm indiscriminately, and Ivan turned around instantly and nailed his footsteps.

A loud male voice came from nearby: "Is he Primo's only son?"

Ai Fan remembered this voice, it was the mayor of Lance, who just said a lot of nonsense at the meeting.

Walker hurriedly agreed, as if shaking hands with the mayor: "That's right, this is Ivan, you are very kind, I'm going over to say hello to you."

Mold clasped his hands on his chest and bent over to show respect: "Hello."

Ai Fan followed suit and said, "Hello."

The mayor probably smiled: "The young man looks very energetic, the genes of the Benson family are really not just bragging."

Ai Fan can't see now, well, let's take a step back, even if he can see, he doesn't know how to answer this sentence, and finally can only show a professional smirk: "You are too proud."

The mayor suddenly laughed, and Ivan was completely blinded by the laughter. He felt a lot from this man, but there was no malice.

"You father and son are really alike. You are so humble. I have a very good relationship with your father. He probably hasn't mentioned me to you." As he spoke, the mayor reached out and patted Ivan's shoulder, which made Walker's heart tremble .

Ai Fan, who still doesn't know anything, pays special attention to his words, for fear of saying something wrong: "Father doesn't mention work matters to me very much."

After such a long time of face-to-face communication, the mayor’s face gradually became a shadow in Ivan’s vision. His nose bridge is very high, which is a typical aquiline nose. There are deep laugh lines at the corners of his eyes and a pair of dark brown eyes. There is a sense of closeness and alienation in it, and it looks like it is about 50 years old.

Afterwards, the mayor left after a few words. Ivan saw that it was almost time to go home to make dinner, but Walker stopped him: "You have to attend the celebration banquet with me."

Ai Fan didn't understand, so: "Why? I haven't heard that there is a dinner party?"

Molde, who received Ivan's puzzled gaze, said, "I've only been there once, after being patted on the shoulder by the mayor."

Walker cautiously waited for the three of them to sit in the car before he dared to explain a little bit: "In fact, there is a celebration banquet after every meeting, it's just a question of who will participate."

"Every time the people who sit in the front row of the meeting room, and the chief of the local police station like me are all regular personnel, whoever can go will have to see who gets patted on the shoulder." Walker was beaten by him today There was a moment of sadness on Li's radiant face.

"It's nothing, just being called to drink alcohol." This is Molde's experience. Last time he went there, there was nothing wrong. It's just that the captains of the other two branches of Lance were tapped on the shoulder with him. , none of the three came out standing up.

Ai Fan frowned in disgust: "I don't like drinking, Chuan Chuan is still at home waiting for me to go back."

No need to think about how difficult it is to serve this group of people.

Walker sat in the back row and sat silent for a while before speaking: "You can't run, just don't stop until you vomit."

Ai Fan rubbed his temple vigorously: "So why did you ask me to come?"

Walker said in a deep voice: "I don't know if Primo said anything to others, but the night before his accident, he asked me to meet alone."

Molde's eyebrows jumped: "Did you explain what will happen in the future?"

Walker looked at him in surprise: "He's looking for you too?"

Molde shook his head: "No, I overheard him talking on the phone once."

Ai Fan is a little confused now: "What did you say?"

Molde: "It was about a week before his accident. At that time, he seemed to be meeting with the person on the phone, saying that he wanted to entrust him with something very important."

Walker frowned: "It's not me, that's not the call for me. I happened to be drinking tea with someone that night, so he sent me a message saying that he wanted to meet."

Ai Fan remembered that his father seemed to have received a phone call saying that he had to work overtime and go out to the field that night. What did my dad tell you?"

Walker kept fiddling with the wedding ring on his hand: "We didn't meet that day, and I arrived at the place he agreed on, but he sent me a message saying that there was a temporary case in the bureau, and we would wait until the next night. "

"I was a little unhappy at the time, because the official who accompanied me that night decided whether our bureau could successfully apply for a sufficient quantity of firearms and equipment in the second half of the year, but news of the official's accident came out early the next morning. "Walker squinted his eyes, which had only one slit, as if lost in memory.

"It is said that he died in the hotel. The hotel was inexplicably on fire that night. If it wasn't for Lao Mo's text message, I might not have the opportunity to sit here." Walker's eyes flashed with unclear emotions, "Later, the source of the fire was never found out. After Lao Mo dealt with the bureau's affairs all night, it was dawn. I wanted to wait until he went home to rest. Who knew he was going home to catch up on sleep later. ..."

Ivan was unable to speak for a long time, and it was Mold who spoke first: "So why did you call Ivan?"

Walker looked at Ivan fixedly and said: "I thought about it for a long time, I wanted to figure out what Lao Mo wanted to say to me that night, and I assumed more than once that he actually knew that something would happen to him, after all you know , he is really powerful."

There is no doubt about the ability.

"Until I took out this note from this suit jacket last week, it was left to me by Lao Mo." Walker said as he took out the note to show the two of them, "He asked me to bring you to the meeting , give you a little time, you will understand."

Ai Fan couldn't see it, but as soon as he touched the note, he knew it was definitely written by his father. He even saw the scene of him writing this note—in the living room of their house, when he was beside him Reading on the sidelines was two years ago.

But the fact is that Ai Fan is in a mess right now: "Why didn't you find this note until last week? This means... did he know that something would happen to him..."

Walker: "He knows that I only wear this coat on very important occasions. The last time I wore this coat was two years ago, the year before your father died."

Molde continued: "So he put it in your pocket two years ago, but you didn't pay attention until you took it out a week ago?"

Walker nodded: "Every time I wear this suit, I send it to the dry cleaner a week in advance. I suspect he knew something was going to happen when he put the note."

The conjecture that had been circling in his heart for a long time was suddenly confirmed, which gave Ai Fan too much sense of unreality, but at the same time, it also made him understand the importance of the celebration banquet tonight, who made him completely clueless about what he should understand now.

When Ji Chuan received a message from Ai Fan saying that he would not go back for dinner tonight, he sat at the dining table for a long time holding his mobile phone.

He thought that he would at least come back for dinner no matter what, otherwise, what was the purpose of making such a table with a half order of takeaway half make do.