sublimation

"It's okay, Yiyi, you don't know, when our clues were completely cut off, there were more, it was Yuyin, ah, what a pity." Luo Qianzhi patted Deng Yiyi's trembling back again and again, helping A little out of breath from crying, she followed her and hugged her silently.

"Fuck, Luo Qianzhi, I mean you!" Deng Yiyi cried and hiccupped, beating Qianzhi's back even more viciously, "I don't want to be a policeman now, I'm a lawyer, I can't sue that one to death Mommy boy!"

"Yiyi," she smiled helplessly, "You're abusing power, and she's not breaking the law!"

There were people coming and going in front of the anti-drug brigade of the Municipal Bureau. Kang Yang, who was carrying a dozen documents, was passing by the door. He glanced worriedly at Luo Qianzhi from behind, and Luo Qianzhi shook his head calmly at him, signaling him to peace of mind.

"You two, resign and help me get through this period, don't tear down my stage." Xu Chuanfeng came out from the house, and pressed his hands on Luo Qianzhi and Deng Yiyi's shoulders respectively, the strength of his palms was extraordinarily gentle.

"Conflicts among the people, please resolve them among the people." He walked into the office with Luo Qianzhi and Deng Yiyi in his arms, and closed the door behind him.

In the slump of the anti-drug brigade, Luo Qianzhi suddenly raised his eyes, and saw Zheng Yan standing by the window, his brows and eyes were reflected even more clearly after a heavy snowfall.

"My talents are born to be useful, and if all my money is gone, I will return~come~" He moaned and withdrew his acting voice, making Xu Chuanfeng laugh loudly, and then Luo Qianzhi pursed his lips invisibly.

The fifth day of the complete interruption of the thread, it seems, is no big deal.

"Call! Anonymous report call! The whistleblower said that someone bought a lot of tin foil and straws, suspected of taking drugs in a certain unit in Yanyang Community." Kang Yang swept the rules, rushed in hurriedly, and shouted in a different tone.

The low air pressure in the office for several days whizzed along with a gust of cold air outside the window, leaving no trace.Luo Qianzhi picked up her bag and walked out the door. Zheng Yan held down Xu Chuanfeng, blinked at the medicine in the gourd, and followed Luo Qianzhi who was walking fast.

"Qianzhi, go on a mission with me." He said in a casual tone as if talking about the weather, the moment when the tense strings around Qianzhi's body relaxed, and because of a certain word, he was dazed for a moment, watching Zheng Yan push away The moment of the door.

Before she could regain her senses, she was pulled back by Zheng Yan, and the overwhelming sixties, baby vegetables, mixed with hot soup, all poured on top of Zheng Yan's head, mixed with egg shells that were seen or flew, It looks like it's still a rotten egg, and the black soup is flying around.

"Ah! What's going on." She pushed away Zheng Yan's hand protecting her, and was about to come out, but Zheng Yan's hand blocked her so hard that it hurt her wrist, but she was still calm. He said, "You are not allowed to hit anyone. We have received an anonymous report of drug abuse. We are here to investigate the clues. Please cooperate!"

"Cooperate with your mother, the two ends of the big-brimmed hat are turned up, eat the plaintiff and the defendant!" The man who rushed out of the house was honest and simple, but he was hysterical driven by life, and he fought desperately. Running around the street, I managed to save two dollars to open a restaurant, and you still want to name me as a drug addict, do you think I don’t have enough confessions for your police?”

"What evidence do you have?" A middle-aged woman in the room poked her head out.

"Someone reported that you bought a lot of tin foil and straws." Qianzhi's heart was half cold, and mixed with a slight pain in her heart that she had never met before, she was also startled, and her voice was so weak that she turned pale.

"Daughter-in-law, don't talk nonsense with them. It looks like the police are blackmailing people. We sell tinfoil sixties. If you don't buy tinfoil, use your pot to burn sixties?" The man dismissed it, "Buy straws, we run restaurants, you You don’t need a straw to drink, just use your mouth to sip?”

"Zheng Yan," on the way back, already taking a taxi to the hospital, Luo Qianzhi was still looking back and forth endlessly at the wound on Zheng Yan's face, "Are you okay?"

Her voice was already desolate, like the twists and turns of the Wu Gorge in the Three Gorges of Badong, with some suppressed emotions going back and forth in it.

"It's okay, this kind of injury, frowning is not a hero." He squinted at her, and picked up the phone for Xu Chuanfeng, "I didn't get anything. They're from a Huajia shop, and they're burning Huajia at home. Call I have sixtieth heads."

It was only then that Luo Qianzhi could see that many burns on Zheng Yan's face and neck were in the shape of shells, which combined with his dissatisfied face was ridiculous.

"Hey, but I know their shop is called Hongde Huajia. Maybe it's a clue." Zheng Yan hung up the phone and said.