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Shang Chu didn't even have time to change his police uniform, and he didn't bother to take a sip of water, so he went straight to the chief's office.

Xie Jun, the head of the Municipal Bureau, was making tea when he was frightened by the sudden sound of the door opening, his wrist trembled, and he splashed hot water on the table.

"You boy," he hastily moved away a stack of documents beside the table, took out two tissues and wiped them casually on the table, and said angrily, "knocking on the door will trouble you to death, won't it?"

Shang Chu whistled, raised his eyebrows and said, "How about I step back and knock hard?"

"I'm not in good shape every day." Xie Jun took a sip of tea, looked up at Shang Chu, "Oh, it's strange! Why do you look so decent today?"

Shang Chu smiled subtly, and pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose: "It's about accepting the commendation, so don't clean it up."

Xie Jun was taken aback when he heard the words, put down the pottery cup, showed embarrassment, and said hesitantly: "It's about..."

It wasn't the first time Shang Chu saw him showing such an expression, his heart sank immediately, and he suppressed his foolish smile: "What do you mean?"

Xie Jun sighed, and took out a document from the drawer: "It was approved at the beginning of last night, you can see for yourself."

Shang Chu took a deep breath, stepped forward and took the file.

"Why?!"

Through an open door, a question came from the director's office.

Everyone was shocked, there was no one else in the bureau who dared to slap the table at Xie Ju except Shang Chu.

The people in the second team were all anxious. They worked hard for more than half a month, and finally destroyed a pyramid scheme last week.Xie Bureau hinted to them a few days ago that the second team will definitely be credited with this turnaround. The whole team has been looking forward to it happily for several days, don't... what went wrong now?

"Who signed it? Who stamped it?" Shang Chu suppressed his anger, and said, "I'll go find them myself, don't bother to thank the director, okay?"

Xie Jun was furious: "What's your attitude?"

Shang Chu's voice was soft but firm: "This is my attitude."

Xie Jun: "Shang Chu!"

Bai Aize came back after receiving the hot water, holding two thermos cups, one black and one white, as soon as he entered the door, he heard Xie Jun slapping the table. He quickly looked around the office area, but Shang Chu was not there.

Bai Sir, who was always upright and calm, frowned, put the thermos bottle on the table beside him, sprinkled hot water on the hem of his shirt and didn't bother to wipe it, and strode into the director's office.

In the Physical Evidence Division of the Municipal Bureau, the incandescent lights were on all night.

Song Yao stayed up for two long nights, and finally finished a crime scene fingerprint extraction. He yawned, stretched, turned off the laser detector, took off the rubber gloves, and stood up with the table top in front of his eyes. The pentagram floats around.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned dark all of a sudden, and he almost fell over with his head.

"Brother Song, drink some hot water... Brother Song, what's wrong with you!" Weng Shi, a newly assigned little apprentice, came back with a pot of hot water, and when he opened the door, he saw that his master seemed to be drunk, Leaning precariously against the edge of the table, there was no blood on his lips.

He was startled, and hurried up to help Song Yao, and asked nervously, "Master, are you all right? How do you feel?"

"It's a big fuss, I'm just a little tired, it's okay."

Song Yao waved his hand, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water into the ceramic cup. Only after holding the hot water in his bosom did he feel alive.He breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye, he found himself, a little apprentice who had just joined the job for a week, with a frightened expression on his face, a bow tie wished he could form a bow between his brows, and his hands in the air, ready to come up to help him at any time, as if he was about to die after staying up all night. It's like returning home on a crane when you die young.

Song Yao couldn't help laughing, but at the same time worried that the intensity of the work would frighten the new kid, so he put up his master's airs and patted his arm. The old god comforted him and said, "Aren't you scared? In fact, we are not here. I often stay up late, after all, it is a small city, and there are not so many major cases. It is also a coincidence that you came, and when you came, you encountered a massacre and needed to deal with the aftermath. It was a bit busy during this time, thank you for your hard work."

Weng Shi sprinkled a handful of goji berries into Song Yao's thermos cup, and threw a few red dates, shook his head, and said with a stern look in his eyes, "It's not hard work, serving the people, it should be! Brother Song, rest at ease, what's the matter?" Just say what you need me to do!"

Song Yao laughed, and suddenly felt that being a master was not bad.He took a sip of the hot water like a veteran cadre, pointed to the stack of materials on the table, and ordered: "The fingerprint and footprint identification results are out, and the identification report is ready, please send it to Xie Bureau for me. "

The young apprentice, who was still diligent and passionate just now, froze for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, looked at the master's pale face, but couldn't say anything, so he had to bite the bullet and picked up the cowhide file bag, walked two steps towards the door and then moved When I came back, I said hesitantly, "It's arguing..."

"What's cooking? Is the cafeteria open? Cooking?" Song Yao asked with a splitting headache, pinching his brows.

"No," Weng Shi murmured for a while before lowering his voice, "The chief and the police officers are arguing..."

"What?!" Song Yao shouted, "You say it again?"

Weng Shi has just graduated a few months ago, and the fledgling newcomer has a natural sense of fear towards his seniors. It has been a week and he hasn't gotten used to it. As long as Song Yao speaks loudly, he can't help but tremble all over.

At this moment, with a mournful face, he admitted his mistake bitterly: "Master, I'm sorry, I can't do such a small thing as sending a report... I know this is not the quality that a good policeman should have, You scold me..."

"No, no," Song Yao put down the water glass, and put his hands on his shoulders, regardless of comforting the fragile newcomer, "Is there a quarrel? Is Lao Bai here?"

Weng Shi raised his eyes timidly, only to realize that his master's expression seemed not right, why did he seem to be... both excited and looking forward to it?

"Officer Bai is also there," he said in a low voice, "I just passed by the criminal investigation team to fetch water and heard everyone talking about it. Remember the head of the first team, Officer Shang quarreled with Bureau Xie because of this matter...theory."

Song Yao's eyes sparkled, his head didn't hurt all of a sudden, his eyes didn't hurt, and he even smiled a little obscenely.

He grabbed Weng Shi's neck: "Let's go!"

Weng Shi was staggered by him, not knowing why: "Go, where are you going?"

"Look at the fun!" Song Yao chuckled twice, "Apprentice, master will show you the world today!"

Weng Shi's head was full of question marks, and he was dragged away by his master to the criminal investigation brigade in a daze. He didn't forget to bring the appraisal report with him before he left.

The author says:

[Highlight again] Overhead background, everything related to police affairs is fiction and has nothing to do with reality.In addition, the copywriting is marked as a campus text, and it will be flashed into the campus part in two chapters