Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

In front of a nine-story building on the outskirts of the capital, I was staring at the nine large characters on the copper plaque in front of the door—the Bureau of Investigation and Research of Folklore Affairs. If it were not for the address of the unit on the entry application form, I don't think I could find any investigation bureau.

What is this place? This is the capital city, even if it is outside the Fifth Ring Road, there is a lot of money. How can there be such a large open space with a single building standing alone. Downstairs I stopped an elder sister to ask for directions. She watched the plaque on the opposite side and told me in a daze, "What is the Bureau of Investigation and Research of Folk Affairs? I have never heard of it."

Go in or leave, is this a problem? While I was thinking about it, a familiar voice sounded behind me: "Dude, do you know where the Folk Affairs Investigation and Research Bureau is?" As soon as I turned my head, I saw a big chubby face baring my teeth.

"Fuck, you!" The fat man was a little surprised when he saw me.

I gave him a blank look, "Please be civilized, what do you mean by ‘fuck, you’! Can you not bring so many bits and pieces in your words?" After finishing speaking, I pointed to the plaque in front of the building. The fat man laughed and said, "Mistaken tongue, um, why are you here to report?"

I was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by reporting here? You still have your business here? Aren't you in the Drug Enforcement Department?"

Hearing what I said, the fat man looked tangled, "Don't mention it, I **** adjusted it here."

It turned out that Fatty, like me, went up to a level after returning to the Drug Enforcement Department and hung up the title of Section Chief. The seat of the section chief was not hot yet. It was almost the same day that I was discharged from the army. Fatty received an order to report to the Bureau of Investigation and Research of Folklore Affairs.

Although it’s not a stranger from another country, it’s a half acquaintance anyway, but there is still something more troublesome. I asked Fatty about the Bureau of Investigation and Research of Folklore Affairs, but unfortunately he also had a black eye and couldn’t tell why. .

"It's all here, what are you still worried about? Our buddies have broken out of Deadman Pool, so what do you care about this?" The fat man didn't care, he pulled me up and walked inside.

It's no different from an ordinary office. It's just a little over ten in the morning. There is no one in the building. Fatty and I went around on the first floor until we reached the second floor and saw a person at the elevator entrance.

This body is tall and thin, in his thirties and under forty years old. After hearing that we had come to report, he looked at me and the fat man. The expression on his face looked like a smile, but it was elusive, "Come here to report, go to the director's office on the sixth floor and find director Gao."

Instead of looking for the personnel department when you report, go directly to the director? I thought I didn't say it clearly, so I repeated it again. The thin and tall man showed impatient expression and said, "I didn't say it, but how many times do you want me to say it? Sixth floor, Secretary's office!" After speaking, he ignored us and entered the elevator without looking back.

"Say a few more words and you will die." The fat man muttered to the closed elevator door. I patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, what the heck is with the elevator."

The secretary's office can be seen when you get out of the elevator, and the tall and thin man you just met is standing at the door. Wouldn't he be Director Gao? I muttered in my heart, the fat man seemed to be outspoken, walked a few steps, first stretched out his hand and said, "You are Director Gao? I am..."

The tall and thin man curled his lips, "Didn't I say, I am like a fat man with more than 200 catties? Go in, Director Gao is waiting for you."

Before the fat man could talk back, someone in the office said, "Are there people here? Hao Wenming, you bring them in." After the tall and thin man agreed, he winked at me and the fat man, "Go in, Director." welcome."

This is the first time I have entered the director's office when he grows up. It doesn't seem to be a big deal now, it's just that the house is bigger, the decoration is better, the office furniture is higher, and the interior lighting is brighter.

This office is an inner and outer room, outside is the living room, and inside is the real director's office. The fat man and I followed the thin tall one into the room inside. A middle-aged man who was a circle fatter than a fat man was sitting behind his desk and looking at us with a smile.

I have seen this person! More than a month ago, he took a piece of paper from the squadron leader's hand to take over the Dead Man's Pool. Yes, still with this smile, a few words made the squadron leader hand over the site.

Wait! I suddenly reacted. I just met him a month ago, and a month later, I was "demobilized". It happened that at the Veterans Office, there happened to be a job as a chief clerk of the capital government agency waiting for me. On the first day of registration, I saw the two fat guys who were in the Dead Man's Pool. Not so coincidental, is it? If all this is not arranged deliberately, will anyone believe it?

Contrary to my reaction, the fat man next to me was tilting his head and looking at the fat man behind the desk, his face was suspicious, he wanted to talk, but he wanted to talk. It's no wonder that he, when the middle-aged fat man appeared in the Dead Man's Pond, he was lying on the ground spitting water. The impression of him is naturally not as deep as mine.

The thin and tall man walking in front of us said: "High Game, they are here to report. I didn't say that this time we should be assigned to our room?"

The middle-aged fat man glanced at him and said, "Is this something you are worried about? I don't know how to introduce it when I bring someone here?"

The thin and tall man slapped his palms at the middle-aged fat man, and said, "This is the director of the Bureau of Investigation and Research of Folklore Affairs, Gao Liang. Our Polling Bureau does not have deputy directors, secretaries, etc., in this mu Three points, Director Gao has the final say."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands to me and the fat man, "You two talk it out yourself."

"Haha, no need." Director Gao smiled, and then said: "We know each other. We met more than a month ago, right?"

"Oh." The fat man finally remembered, "I remember, you have been to the Dead Man's Pool."

Director Gao smiled and looked at the two of us and said, "Don't talk about things before, we will be a family in the future. Sitting and talking, smoking?" He took out an unopened box of cigarettes from the drawer and handed it to me. .

What kind of smoke is this? The red packaging leather does not have any text icons, just a triangle stamp on the lid. I tore open the wrapping paper and pulled out a cigarette. Ok? This cigarette filter is so long, it is almost as long as the cigarette. Finally saw the trademark, two words-panda. The legendary national treasure.

"Divided in half." The fat man's chubby face was already close. I handed him the cigarette in my hand, "Take it, save a little smoke." After speaking, I put the cigarette case into my pocket.

Director Gao chuckled and threw another box of cigarettes to the fat man. He came to the topic: "Don't talk nonsense. I have seen the files of both of you. Both of you performed very well in the original unit. I believe it is in the polls. There will be better development. The bureau has made a decision, and Shen La and Sun Desheng are assigned to work in the investigation room." He pointed to the tall and thin person, "This is the director of your investigation room, Hao. Wenming Director Hao. Alright, you have signed the work contract. Director Hao will introduce the rest."

What do you mean? Is this over? I squinted at the fat man. This guy's eyes are approaching me intentionally or unintentionally. You don't need to rely on him, just rely on yourself.

I cleared my throat with a cough, then smiled and said to Fatty Gao: "Director Gao, you also said that we will be a family in the future. So what is going on in the Shuilian Cave of the Dead Man Lake, you tell the'family.' Listen, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” The fat man echoed: “Yes, the two leaders are all in the same family. Can’t you talk about the two?”

"Of course it's not a problem." Gao Fatty's smiled eyes made me feel vaguely uneasy. He went on to say: "But I don't know how you judge the standard of'family'."

Hao Wenming took out two crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket and spread them in front of me and the fat man and said, “It’s not that I said, Director Gao meant it, but that we signed this work contract. We are a family. "The two of them have a good timing, and they cooperate very tacitly, giving people the feeling of having been specially trained. I looked at these two papers that were too hard to wipe my ass, and muttered in my heart: Have you two done MLM before? How many people have been pitted?