Police Chen Shu

After all, he was the main culprit in the murder case. After Chen Shu and others brought Zheng Jie back to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, the local police finally showed up with a brigade-level leader, a middle-aged man who looked a little serious but tried to be polite. , personally greeted everyone.

He politely thanked him, politely took the person into custody, and then politely expressed his gratitude.

It is said that this case will be taken over by the serious crime team of their criminal investigation team, and experienced veteran criminal police will be sent to handle the case, and the case will be solved in the shortest possible time.

Finally, the brigade leader waved his hand casually, signaling Huang Mao to take good care of the guests who came from afar, and then left like a busy top, like the wind.

Huang Mao, the police officer who organized the murder case, was responsible for the reception.

A group of people were sitting in the conference room. You looked at me and I looked at you. There was embarrassment in the air.

Even the steaming late-night snacks placed on the conference table no longer smelled good.

Zhu Yiba reacted very quickly, standing up quickly and bending over to share the cigarettes one by one.

The once so proud special service platoon leader now truly put down his dignity and shame for his little brother Huang Mao.

No face is as important as the face of one's own brother.

If Mr. Zhu were here at this time, he would definitely be wide-eyed and shocked by his son's change.

This guy who always had his nostrils turned up in the sky would actually let out smoke in a low voice for a little soldier from the countryside.

"I said, it's not easy for my brothers to come all the way here, and they didn't participate in the investigation of this case either emotionally or rationally."

"Master Chuan, please be patient."

"Should I bear it? I can't bear the smoke of our Platoon Commander Zhu."

Chen Chuan snorted coldly and kept a straight face, but he still stretched out two fingers to take the cigarette, then leaned his head in the direction of Zhu Yiba, ready to enjoy the highest tribute from a boy to a boy and light up the cigarette.

Zhu Yiba flew up with a kick.

Chen Chuan twisted his butt and hid, smiling and saying: "My brother, you're welcome."

"Xiaohai, you have worked hard these days."

Zhu Yiba handed the cigarette to Jiang Hai, who made a refusal.

Zhu Yiba felt that it was right. Children who were still studying in the police academy should not have contracted the bad habit of smoking early.

But Chen Chuan, who was sitting next to him, didn't care. He took the cigarette from Zhu Yiba's hand and stuffed it into Jiang Hai's hand.

"Come on, who here has never been in the police station? Accept it, this is your brother's wish. We brothers can't behave like outsiders."

Jiang Hai hesitated for a moment, glanced several times in the direction where Chen Shu was sitting, and then pushed the cigarette back.

Chen Chuan stood in front of Jiang Hai, then took out a pack of unopened yellow cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and threw them into Jiang Hai's arms along with Zhu Yiba's cigarette.

"Take it, otherwise you will be looking down on others."

"Thank you, Brother Ba, Brother Chuan."

Jiang Hai accepted it without hesitation.

I have to mention here the rooftop on the top floor of the police academy dormitory. That place is the boys' favorite place to stay besides the basketball court.

The ticket is cigarettes.

If you can still carry a pack of good cigarettes, you will gain a large number of adopted children at once, and you can also make them willing to listen to you brag about how good you are at a cigarette.

Of course, if you still feel unsatisfied, the adopted children can wait for two cigarettes or three cigarettes. It mainly depends on the inventory you have on hand.

"Chen Da, thanks to you this time." Zhu Yiba handed over a cigarette with sincere gratitude in his tone. After Chen Shu put the cigarette in his mouth, he immediately took out a lighter and lit it.

Chen Shu smiled slightly, took out a small medical box from under the table, patted the box gently and said, "Don't worry about it, no matter how big it is. When we were arresting you, I saw that your arm was injured. Let's check it out first." ”

"Chen Da, it's okay, it's not a serious injury." Zhu Yiba scratched his scalp, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Of course it's okay. If something happened, I would have taken you to the hospital." Chen Shu patted Zhu Yiba's shoulder and took a puff of his cigarette. The smoke drew a light trajectory in the air and then slowly dissipated.

Zhu Yiba carried the box to the edge.

The conference room suddenly fell into silence again.

Huang Maodong, who was sitting in the corner, looked around for a long time. He looked at his cell phone for a while, then looked towards the corridor at the door, and finally slowly lowered his head.

Jiang Hai didn't think much about it. Although he collected the cigarettes, he didn't dare to smoke directly in front of Chen Shu, so he took a takeaway and started to eat it.

A few minutes later, there was a sudden explosion next to his ears. The plate was suddenly unsteady and half of the soup was spilled. Jiang Hai raised his head in confusion.

boom!

Mr. Chen jumped out, slapped the table with his palm, and said to the only police officer in police uniform in the conference room: "Huang Mao, is this case the one you received from the police? Is it the scene you handled? Are you leading the investigation and evidence collection team?"

Chen Chuan's three consecutive questions made Huang Mao's already drooped head bury even deeper. He looked embarrassed and uneasy like a student who had done something wrong. Facing the teacher's questioning, even though he had ten thousand reasons for grievances, he still Dare not speak out to refute.

Zhu Yiba, who was sitting next to him and was reducing the swelling on his elbow, after hearing this, his bandaged hand trembled, he shook his head and screwed the cap of the anti-swelling potion on, and said: "Chen Chuan, Don't talk about Huang Mao. When he was in the army, he had this kind of personality and never knew how to take credit or show off."

"Whoever gets the credit deserves it. We all have eyes and we are not blind." Huang Mao muttered.

"These words are all meant to deceive honest people. Looking at someone of your age, why don't you understand the truth?" It was joking at first, but now Chen Chuan started to criticize unceremoniously.

In fact, Huang Mao is not to blame for this. This kind of workplace teaching and methods are, first of all, completely different from the style in the army; secondly, it is too difficult to figure it out on your own.

If there is no leader within the individual system at home to guide others, most of the guys who just know how to work hard will have to be stepping stones for others.

If you want to find a way on your own, such a person can be said to be one in a hundred.

Zhu Yiba looked at Chen Chuan and knew that Chen Chuan regarded Huang Mao as one of his own for his sake. Otherwise, Chen Chuan, the famous universal lubricant in his unit, would never say such annoying things. if.

It is a truth that every child knows that good advice may offend the ears.

After graduating from college, he went to the frontier of Yun Province to squat for several years. These political skills were only mentioned a few times by his elders after dinner every year when he went home to visit relatives. Zhu Yiba didn't know what the specific explanation was.

After all, he is Huang Mao's platoon leader, so he has to make a statement.

Zhu Yiba said: "Huang Mao, you have to fight for and grab the credit that is yours. Don't worry, we all support you. In this way, you go to the office and find your brigade leader, we will sit here and wait for you ”

Chen Chuan stood with his chest crossed and did not speak, but his eyes showed approval.

"Ahem." Chen Shu coughed twice. After everyone's attention came to focus, he first pointed at Chen Chuan and said, "You are a rich young man who makes friends without caring about whether they have money or not."

Hearing this, Jiang Hai cast doubtful eyes on Zhu Yiba who was sitting next to him, waiting for the other person's explanation: Why doesn't Brother Chuan care whether they have money or not?

Zhu Yiba, who had been hanging out with the two police officers surnamed Chen for a long time, said quickly in a low voice: "Ahem, they are not as rich as him anyway."

After saying that, Zhu Yiba immediately restrained his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and looked like he was listening attentively.

Chen Shu immediately pointed at Zhu Yiba and said, "You, a guy with an antenna on your head."

Jiang Hai immediately pricked up his ears. No matter how he looked at him, he couldn't tell that the dark and muscular military cadre next to him looked like he had an antenna.

After a pause, Chen Shu continued angrily: "You two have the nerve to give Huang Mao some advice? Let him compete with others for credit? How to argue? Why argue? Why should we argue? Are you pretending to be confused because you understand? "

The office immediately became cold.