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Shang Chu packed a bowl of hot and sour noodles from the snack street downstairs and went back to the dormitory. He went to the toilet to take a shower, and then went back to the room and took two bites before he couldn't eat anymore.

He took a little bear from the bed and put it on his lap, just to supervise himself to eat well, then he opened the window, and there was a smell of barbecue with cumin aroma coming in, Shangchu felt a little hungry after smelling it , the appetite came up a little, picked up the hot and sour powder and continued to pull it into his mouth.

After eating a bowl of noodles for nearly an hour, the bottom of the plastic bowl was finally clean, and there was not even a root of coriander left. Shang Chu felt that he didn't waste food at all this time, so he should ask for some reward, so he shook the little bear's hand After shaking, he gave another big kiss on the furry bear's head.

"Why don't you kiss me too." He wrinkled his nose and looked a little embarrassed, moved his face closer, touched the back of the doll bear's head to his own face, and then straightened it up. Put it on the table, and report it like a primary school student keeping a running account, "I didn't want spicy, and I put less sour. I feel a little angry these days, and I have a blister on my tongue. I didn't pay attention to biting it when I was eating at noon. But It hurts, I almost shed tears, but I didn’t tell anyone. I just came back and saw a grilled Orleans chicken drumstick underneath. It felt delicious, and it was dripping with oil. Although you said these street snacks It’s not healthy, but I’ve been eating it for so long, and I already have antibodies to bacteria and viruses, so I’m going to buy two tomorrow and come back to eat, okay?”

He looked at the bear for a few seconds, then smiled to himself.

"Then it's settled," Shang Chu flicked the bear's ears, "I'll buy two more pears to put on the fire, how healthy it is."

"Who are you talking to?" The door opened outside. Zhang Bing came back from overtime work and heard the voice. He poked his head into Shang Chu's room and saw him lying on the table in short-sleeved shorts. He asked, "Are you talking to the bear baby again?"

"I'm full and have nothing to do." Shang Chu said with a smile.

Zhang Bing stuffed a few apples into the refrigerator, and told Shang Chu to eat them by himself, and then joked: "Although you don't look like an Omega at all, you can even get into the police academy, but I found out through observation these days that haha , you still have a little bit of Omega quality."

Shang Chu bought a box of yogurt, took a few bottles for Zhang Bing, and asked casually, "Really? What kind of quality?"

"Talk to little dolls!" Zhang Bing took the yogurt and said with a smile, "Which Alpha is like you? The room is full of little dolls, and you like to talk to them, exactly the same as my little niece, she said This is called Pink Girl Heart."

The sound insulation of the dormitory building is not very good. Zhang Bing can faintly hear Shang Chu’s voice talking in the next room every day. Like, at first he wondered if Shangchu was in a relationship, after all, only young couples would talk about such ordinary trivial matters like treasures, and then one day Shangchu’s door was not closed tightly, and he accidentally After a glance, it turned out that the well-known Omega trainee police officer was talking to a teddy bear, which was so cute.

"..." Shang Chu cleared his throat, "No, I'm just too boring."

"Okay," Zhang Bing put on the apron, "I'll order a bowl of egg noodles, do you want it?"

"No, I'm just full, thank you."

Returning to his room, closing the door, Shang Chu sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the gurgling sound of boiling water coming from the small kitchen outside, he sat blankly for a long time, until he heard the gas stove turn off with a "snap" When I came back to my senses, I looked at the time, but it was only early nine o'clock.

He didn't know what to do.

After nightfall, it was very difficult. Time always passed very slowly, and there was always a lively scene outside the window. The sounds of punching, persuading people to drink, and laughing intertwined, making the room even quieter.

Shang Chu felt that a clock was installed in his mind. Once it got dark, the switch would start by itself, and every second would be pulled very long and slowly. Counting the seconds with the ticking sound in his heart, he was not allowed to turn off the switch of the clock until the sun came out and it was time for him to get up and go to work.

Shang Chu lay on his back on the bed, counted silently to 2862 seconds but still didn't feel sleepy, he said that drinking milk would help him sleep, so he turned over and got out of bed and took a bottle of yogurt, plugged in a straw and took a sip.

The trademark of this yogurt is called "Jun Junbao". Shang Chu has never seen it before. He asked his colleagues in the bureau and said that it is a local brand in Xinyang.

Shang Chu felt that maybe he drank it when he was a child, but it was too long and he forgot.For people in the capital, "Jun Junbao" should be regarded as a novelty. Shang Chu took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the yogurt bottle, sent it to Moments, and finally set it as only visible to him, so he shared it to him.

"Jun Junbao," he picked up a little bear beside him, and shook the baby bottle at the doll, "Have you seen it? This is a specialty of Xinyang, not available in the north, and you can't drink it even if you want to. It's comparable to the yogurt outside. It tastes much better, not so thick, sweet and sour, I bought the blueberry flavor, and it's very greasy, you can only watch me drink it, are you angry?"

He took a big sip with a grin, then deliberately smacked his mouth again, letting out a contented sigh.

The teddy bear in his arms couldn't move or speak, and looked at him innocently with swarthy eyes, as if he didn't understand anything.

Shang Chu's smile gradually froze on his face. After a while, he pursed his lips and threw the half bottle of "Jun Jun Bao" into the trash can.

"Actually, it's not that delicious," Shang Chu put the little bear back to the bed, and said, "It's just an ordinary yogurt. Fortunately, the price is quite cheap. There are 24 bottles in a box, and it only costs you in your early thirties. It's a good deal."

He lay back on the bed again, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, the position of the gland in the back of his neck jumped violently.

Not long after, Shangchu sat up again from the bed, took out a shirt that did not belong to him from under the pillow, put the shirt on himself, turned his head, carefully brought the tip of his nose close to the collar, and took a deep breath. in one breath.

Then, Shang Chu jumped out of the bed with bare feet, first injected an inhibitor, and then took out a pen and paper from his backpack.

Early the next morning, Xie Jun arrived at the office. When he opened the door, he found a few pieces of paper floating from the crack of the door. He took a look and saw that it was a self-criticism, written in three big sheets, the number of words was enough, it was this handwriting It's really not good, it's flamboyant if it sounds good, but it's a mess when you say it bad, and you can tell who made it at a glance.

Xie Jun squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time before he managed to read the next two lines, and what came up was three big characters——I was wrong, he cut straight to the point, this kid is quite straightforward.

He smiled, and just as he was about to enter the door, he caught a glimpse of a shadow at the corner of the corridor out of the corner of his eye, so he said, "Come out."

Shangchu scratched his neck, came out from the corner of the wall, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me back my certificate."

"I haven't finished reading this yet," Xie Jun brushed off the few pieces of paper in his hand, "I'll talk about it after reading it."

"Then I'll wait here for you to finish." Shang Chu followed him into the office.

"No hurry," Xie Jun raised his chin, "make a pot of tea for me."

Shang Chu was in a hurry to get his police ID back, so he picked up the teapot and ran away, went to the teapot to indirect the pot of hot water, threw the tea in it casually, and ran back, only to find that Xie Jun was sweeping the table with a feather duster slowly.

"Have you read it?" Shang Chu urged him.

"What's the rush?" Xie Jun glanced at him, "Your word is like a dog chewing on it. My old eyes are dim, and I can't see clearly. Otherwise, you can read it yourself, and it will save my eyes."

"... read it out?"

"What?" Xie Jun asked, "I still don't have the nerve to read what I wrote?"

Shang Chu gritted his teeth, and took those few pages to review: "Just read it."

He glanced at Xie Jun, the captain was sitting in the chair, the old god was watching him from the ground, and he raised his palm to indicate that he could start.

Shang Chu closed his eyes, and said in his heart that if he had to go all out, it would be embarrassing to be ashamed, and the most important thing is to get the certificate back, so he cleared his throat, and said: "I was wrong——"

"What's wrong." Xie Jun interrupted him suddenly.

Shang Chu was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I haven't read it yet, but I will read it next."

"I'm too lazy to listen to nonsense," Xie Jun waved his hand, "Just say what's wrong, and it's out of the manuscript."

Shang Chu breathed out, and said patiently, "It's wrong to beat the suspect in the street."

"What else?" Xie Jun shook the teapot.

"The fault is that the police did not follow the records." Shang Chu frowned, looking a little impatient.

"Well, continue." Xie Jun nodded.

Shang Chu crumpled up those few pages and stuffed them into his trouser pocket: "The mistake is that I shouldn't use the police's identity to do private affairs."

Xie Jun raised his eyebrows: "Is there any more?"

"It's gone." Shang Chu said.

Xie Jun asked again: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

Shang Chu tapped his toes, his shoulders were slack, and he spread his hands and said, "I know, return the certificate to me."

"I won't give you chicken soup for the soul, you are so old, you can understand it," Xie Jun smiled, and poured a cup of hot tea into the teacup, "You entered the police academy, came to the police station, you represent It's not you."

He took out Shangchu's ID from the drawer, and clicked on the police badge on it.

"You said what's so great about being a policeman. It's just a part-time job. The work is tiring and the salary is low. I have mixed up in this position. I have to weigh it for a long time when I buy a bag. I still live in that dilapidated family building," Xie Jun held up. The teacup shook, "What did you say for?"

Shang Chu focused his eyes, moved his lips and was about to speak, Xie Jun raised his hand to stop him.

"I know your ideological and political courses. I also learned it from the chief police officer, and I have also memorized it," Xie Jun said. "For the people, for the society, for the country, and for the rule of law and justice. Is that what you say?"

Shang Chu didn't understand what he wanted to say.

"If you want me to tell you, there are no such foolish people, just for peace of mind," Xie Jun looked at Shang Chu and said, "You were selected, which means you have this ability, what kind of person should be Whatever you do, if you don’t do it well or screw it up, you won’t feel at ease.”

"Peace of mind?" Shang Chu asked in a low voice.

"I won't talk about the big truth, let's just talk about the most direct." Xie Jun took a sip of hot tea, "What if someone really took a picture of you beating a car thief yesterday and posted it on the Internet? If you don't fill out the police record, then What if something happens to the old lady who lost the cat and she repudiates that we never sent anyone there? What do you say if the owner of the tavern tells you that you know the law and use it for personal gain?"

"I can solve it." Shang Chu frowned and replied immediately.

"You can't," Xie Jun shook his head, "Because you go out with this card, you are not just yourself. When the time comes, the whole team and even the entire city bureau will wipe your ass, are you at ease?"

Shangchu's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his hands were behind his back.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Xie Jun asked again.

Shang Chu looked down at his toes and didn't speak for a long time.

Xie Jun was not in a hurry to urge him, he drank a cup of tea slowly, called the forensic doctor to get the report, and sent an email to the archives office, asking them if the materials to be handed over to the capital next week had been sorted out. .

"I'm sorry." After a long silence, Shang Chu finally whispered, "I was wrong."

Xie Jun smiled, raised his hand and threw the certificate to him: "Go on."

Shang Chu took the green police officer certificate, put it in his pocket properly, and saluted Xie Jun: "Thank you, Team Xie!"

"Fuck off!" Xie Jun spat out a mouthful of tea dregs, "Next time, empty out the leaves from the previous night before making tea!"

Shang Chu returned to his work station and started to read the study materials from the intranet. The intern next door was playing Doudizhu on the computer and muttered, "It's boring, it's so boring. I thought it would be like watching TV when I came out for an internship." Yes, it’s so exciting to go to those murder scenes, but it turns out that we are taught by ourselves all day long, it’s better to lie at home..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Long came over in a hurry and said, "Received a report and went out to work, who wants to go?"

There are only two interns under Xu Long and Shang Chutong, and the one next door jumped up excitedly when he heard that he could go to the field: "Brother Long, me, me, me! I'll go!"

Xu Long glanced at Shang Chu, nodded and said, "In the third lane of Shanglong Street, an old man's cat climbed up a tree and couldn't come down. Hurry up."

The third lane of Shanglong Street?

Shang Chu blinked, didn't he just go to that place yesterday?

The old lady's cat climbed the tree again? !

"Ah..." The intern next door heard that it was such a trivial matter, and immediately sat down in disappointment, "Then what, Brother Long, I feel that I still need to learn more theoretical knowledge and experience. If it’s not enough, don’t be in a hurry to go out to work..."

Xu Long shook his head, then turned to Shang Chu and asked, "Are you going?"

Shang Chu frowned, actually he didn't want to go, firstly he thought the job was boring and a waste of time; secondly, he thought the old woman was very annoying, so he didn't want to go over to let her have fun.

Seeing his hesitation, Xu Long nodded and said, "Okay, I'll send someone else."

"Wait," Shang Chu sighed, stood up and said, "I'll go."

He didn't finish yesterday's work, and he still didn't feel at ease.

Xu Long raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Yes."

Shang Chu put on his documents and was about to set off, Xu Long stopped him.

"You have two tasks this time."

"Ah?" Shang Chu asked, "Two?"

"One is to save the cat," Xu Long patted a blank police report form into his arms, "The other is to fill out the form completely according to the regulations, and you are not allowed to drop a part of it."

Shang Chu smiled: "Okay, I understand."