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No way, I admit it at my own risk;

——Luoyun University——

——Institute of Humanities——

Exam week, everyone is miserable.

Ji Qinghe squatted at the head of the first teaching building, plucking out the few strands of hair on her head out of boredom: "I hate dealing with these literati the most in my life. It's probably because I suffered in my previous life. Opening and shutting up are all words that I don't understand."

"There are a bunch of people in the bureau who don't have a diploma, and they don't know [-]% of the characters in the file. Where can they solve the case?"

She lowered her voice towards the walkie-talkie and continued to stare at the crowd coming and going in front of the teaching building.

They are all students, and it seems that they are struggling during the exam week, the endorsement of the endorsement, and the preview of the preview.

"The General Administration called my desk and said that it was stolen, and I didn't understand a word of the fax!"

Luoyun was the old capital of more than a dozen dynasties, and emperors with long lives and short lives loved to toss here. The underground deposits are thick, and some people are thinking about things in the soil.

Not two days ago, the underground palace in the center of the city was blown upside down, the underground palace was stolen, and the city bureau still couldn't find manpower to solve the case, so the Dinghai sub-bureau, which guards the central city, bit its head to take over the mess. The old, the weak, the sick, the disabled and the illiterate in the whole bureau should grab a consultant.

There is no better choice than this humanities professor, at least close to home.

She pinched her nose for a long time in front of the Institute of Humanities, and then simply squatted down on the flower bed: "Is it reliable, where did you meet the professor of the Institute of Humanities?"

"I was suspended by him three times..." Someone on the other end of the walkie-talkie responded, "Isn't it because I didn't dare to see him that I let you go?"

"Okay, those who graduated from Luoyun University..." Ji Qinghe said: "If you graduate from Luoyun University, don't go to the headquarters of the General Administration, what are you doing in the Dinghai Sub-bureau to manage your household registration?"

"Colonel Ji?" A shadow cast down neither light nor heavy.

This leg, Ji Qinghe thought, why does it look like two compasses.Compass also wore well-cut trousers, smooth enough to reflect light.

"Who are you?" She just said, remembering the reason why she broke into the university campus after many years, so she jumped up and rubbed the seam of her trousers: "Oh, so what, the professor, right?"

"Zhou..." The man replied, his eyelids barely lifted, and he said without enthusiasm: "Zhou Jian'an."

His eyelids are thin, so thin that the color is exposed, and the color cannot be concealed by plain glasses.

"For the silver fruit dish with the picture of Liao Ting Yufu?"

She couldn't understand the words, but she naturally knew how to appreciate beauty, whether it was beautiful or not.Before she could rub the burr on the top of her head, Professor Zhou passed by without changing his expression, leaving only a folder full of things she couldn't understand.

"Yindi Dragon God..." Ji Qinghe shook open the document booklet, and found the four big characters that she only knew among the ghostly symbols: "What the hell."

"Let's go..." Zhou Jian'an said, "Aren't you going to get involved?"

The car went all the way east to the general office, and the Luoyun city office smelled of vinegar and noodle soup.

Ji Qinghe just walked in the door. Although the Dinghai sub-bureau is guarding the central city area and facing the provincial key Dinghai middle school high school, it is famous for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

"Hey, you're still laughing at me as a security guard for Hai Middle School..." Ji Qinghe said, shrugging her shoulders: "Just kidding, I can't run as fast as the security guards of the key middle school."

The underground palace in the city center is a newly rebuilt shell, which is worthless, but the valuable treasures inside are all in place, except for the silver fruit dish.

The real product is on a "tour" across the country, and even those who blew open the door to steal it take a look at the introduction card and know that it is just a fake product donated by a local consortium.

Could it be that the explosives blew up his brain?

"Xiao Ji!" The director stood on the steps with his hips akimbo, slapped him in the face, and pointed to the conference room.It was rare for everyone to be present in the meeting room, scratching their heads.

"Why do you want to imitate one..." Zhou Jian'an thought about his words a little bit: "Not so representative utensils?"

"It's too much money to burn." Ji Qinghe said, not caring.

There is no doubt about the ownership of the case, the Dinghai Sub-bureau deserves it, and it is in charge of the downtown area.

The professor, who had never expected to be dragged here, was very forthright and immediately agreed to provide support.

Zhou Jian'an wiped the lens silently, and shook his eyelids to look at the wall. He knew that there was talk in the room, and the small and broken sounds could be heard through the wall.

"Cooperation?" Ji Qinghe was very annoyed: "He looks at the pits in the field more enthusiastically than I do, and he can't cover them up. Our Dinghai sub-bureau only has a middle school security team, and there is only one and a half people and two guns in the overall situation. I really can't compete with this Jingui." Cooperate with your big names, don't break the body of Pu Liu."

"Besides..." She stared, lowered her eyebrows, gathered a sharp energy, and slightly lowered her voice: "This surname is rare, let me be a nanny?"

"Fuck off..." the director said, like waving away flies: "It's not that you are sent abroad, it's just a case of theft of cultural relics, if it doesn't work, just manage the files."

"Nonsense..." Ji Qinghe mouthed and said, "Then it looks like he's not a quiet person, he must have been transferred from above."

"No..." Zhou Ju said righteously and sternly: "Professor Zhen, deputy, with a clean net worth, local household registration, and twenty-eight years old."

"I don't believe it." She shook her head halfway and was sent away, and the case file that should be carried away was still there.

The two returned from the same way as the gate, Zhou Jian'an still seemed to be in control, and he didn't talk to anyone very much.

"Where do you live? Take you back."

"Drive east..." Zhou Jian'an scanned the dial on his wrist and said, "Zhengtong Village, Dongcheng District."

"It's far enough to go to work."

"That's Tanfang." Professor Zhou paused for a moment, then suddenly said.

"What?"

"Hit." He spoke concisely, as if he thought the word was not decent, so he took a while to say it.

Ji Qinghe's back tensed slightly. When she said this, the professor had already left the door, at least three walls separated him.Ear power...

Spring in Luoyun is not long, and in late spring it is rainy and rainy for almost half a month. She drove the consultant home according to the navigation, and the compasses walked silently on her two long legs. The land, next to the tea mountain, raises a few chickens, and there is almost no noise from the neighbors. It looks lonely from the back, like the ink that has not fainted, floating.

I can't even catch it.

She subconsciously turned on the defogging system, trying to dispel the fog in front of her eyes. The wind for defogging didn't blow for a long time. Ji Qinghe pulled out a crumpled towel, and wiped it twice on the front glass with all her strength.

The Dinghai sub-bureau is not equipped, not only because there is no money and no one in the bureau, but also because of the poor feng shui, the city center is well-organized and there is no shortage of interrogation, but the crime is bound to be a big one, and the person is not caught.

"No way..." Ji Qinghe stared at the back that was no longer visible, and suddenly said to herself: "I have admitted it at my own risk."

The drizzle stopped, but it was a rare sunny day.

The author says:

Timeline jumping is almost another brand new story frame, please choose carefully according to your preferences, and don't like skipping.

thank you very much.