Officer Xiang and Mumu

This mixed-race returnee who came back from the UK sold several manors and villas, and wholeheartedly wants to take root in this land of China. He will devote his life to studying traditional Chinese culture as his own duty, so as to be worthy of his Chinese blood.He held the lady's hand and introduced his past affectionately.In the beautiful spring manor, I am mowing the lawn, meeting three friends when I have nothing to do, riding horses and playing shooting, grilling and frying and drinking draft beer.What he is best at is making draft beer, draft beer can only be drunk immediately, those so-called packaged draft beers are deceptive... He also makes delicious ham, and drives to a small town a few kilometers away to purchase every now and then ...

"The most relaxing thing is to swim in your own pool..."

I thought to myself, where did he get so many life experiences abroad?This man must have dreamed of Great Britain, right?

Subconsciously, I took the "Weekend Pictorial" on the bookshelf, flipped through it, and found a shocking thing!

This guy is endorsing!

Endorse word for word!

He memorized the details of life on the farm, and also did artistic processing, adding a section of wild survival in the Land Rover advertisement, which turned it into an unforgettable experience for their bachelors club.A successful man must know how to invest and let money make money. He instantly turned into a bank employee... So, when it comes to traditional Chinese culture, I don't worry about him showing his flaws at all.

The two ladies were swooning over his presence!

I remember he just casually flipped through the weekend pictorial, and it didn't even take 3 minutes!No wonder the account of ice cream is so accurate!

At the end, I added a side note to his adrenaline-pumping experience of picking up girls: "You're self-aware."

During the stage where the ladies asked to be friends on WeChat, he graciously went to the bathroom and got into my car contentedly, rather than getting carried away and handing over my number.

"Mr. Wren, I found a problem."

Facing the rearview mirror, he stopped when he was arranging his hair: "What's the problem?"

I exhaled a sigh of smoke outside, "To outsiders, you are as warm as a spring breeze, how about me? Why are you so cold and heartless like winter?"

"Oh, do I have one?"

"Have!"

"Officer Xiang, if I look ruthless, you will tremble."

Are words magical?Why do I think of the June [-] crime scene?

While I was driving, I asked him how he managed to bring the weekend pictorial into his mind. He was very proud: "I have a photographic memory, ten lines at a glance, not even a star and a half better than Lingyunmu! That guy can't even memorize the Book of Songs." He said. It seems that he likes to belittle Ling Yunmu?For a person with a long-term memory and a high IQ, is it necessary for him to have trouble with Ling Yunmu?

I asked him calmly: "So, the extra-curricular books in his room are for you?"

"Not bad, Officer Xiang!"

"It's really good. Then when he takes the exam, if you give him the answer in your mind, you will be invincible!"

At this time, he stopped talking instead, and laughed a few times, and I said, "Don't worry, I won't report you, but, with your ability, Capital Normal University is a failure. Don't you think it's a pity?"

After a while he said: "Because, Ling Yunmu is an idiot. He has a peerless sword, but he dare not show it. Do you know why?"

I glanced at him in the rearview mirror and motioned for him to continue.

"This is called compulsive repetition. He is used to being oppressed by fate. When doing anything, he dare not make a breakthrough. He goes around and around, subconsciously thinking that those things are not his, and will eventually leave him. He It often falls by the wayside."

"Isn't there you? You didn't help him?"

The carriage fell silent, Ren didn't speak, and I already guessed a bit.

I changed the subject: "Perhaps Ling Yunmu is really as you said, a bit stupid and too resigned, but he is the one who faces the ruthless face of life, not you. Gentle people will also be gentle Wait, this sentence is not necessarily a lie.

"Whether it's a hospital, a mental hospital, or a nursing home, people who work here generally have kind thoughts in their hearts. Among the nurses who serve Ling Yunmu, Xiao Cao is a representative of hard work. Those dirty and tiring jobs are all He's doing it."

Ren yawned, showing no interest in the topic.

"There are also relatively rude nurses. Everyone is trying to earn a living... For example, Xiao Xi, I saw him knock Ling Yunmu down with an electric baton. I was so angry that I wanted to throw him downstairs." I paused He paused, "Does Ling Yunmu get electric shocks often?" After all, I'm not here occasionally, and when I'm here, I definitely won't let them treat him so rudely.

Ren made a hmm, and said of course, especially when you are not around.

I was so angry that I slapped the steering wheel, which almost caused a car accident and shocked him.

The phone rang, and I knew who it was without looking. I answered, "I'll be there soon... Yes, there are a lot of things to do! Be prepared, what should you do... You can't die..."

Ren was calm and composed, listening to me talking on the phone with a smile all the time.

"Where are my glasses?" In the interrogation room, he struggled for the last time.

Me: "You speak with your mouth, not with your eyes. The glasses will be delivered to you at night, and they will be given priority to you."

"What time is it at night?"

I made a phone call angrily and replied to him: "It's not too late, it's already on the way here, and the speed of light is not so fast."

"Why don't you have a cup of tea first? I heard that the Longjing in our bureau is pretty good."

"Ren! Please be serious, this is the Public Security Bureau!"

He suddenly said timidly: "Officer Xiang, don't scare me. I'm easily frightened, and I forget everything when I'm scared." They wanted to knock him down and beat him up.

When most people enter the interrogation room, facing the cold walls and serious interrogators, they will unconsciously feel nervous.But Ryan seemed to have arrived in the Maldives, not only did not change his expression, but he also asked for a beach chair for him.The beach chair——Longjing served him, and it was still steaming. He took a sip of the tea and was full of praise.

His demeanor was too relaxed, making it impossible to doubt whether he was pretending to be calm or showing his true feelings.

I asked, "Ren, where was Ling Yunmu on the night of June [-]?"

He sat gracefully, folded his hands naturally on his knees, and blinked: "It's the party."

"What time did you go?"

"Let me think about..."

"You have a photographic memory, and you still want to think about it?"

"I was pretty dazed that day, half asleep and half awake, with a photographic memory for this stunt, a little offline."

"What time did you go?"

"By the way, the party started at six o'clock, and Ling Yunmu arrived at around six o'clock."

"Describe his presence at the scene that night."

"Officer, I'm half asleep and half awake, so I don't know much."

"Talk as much as you have."

Ren leaned back in his chair and could only tell what he knew that day.

It is said that around [-]:[-] p.m. on June [-]th, Ling Yunmu arrived at the auditorium of the graduation party.He was in a bad mood, so he only sat at a table with a few classmates who usually had a good relationship and drank some wine. The school couldn't help drinking that day.

"Why are you in a bad mood?" I interrupted him.