Police Chen Shu

Early the next morning, the door was knocked for a long time.

Chen Shu rubbed his eyes and opened the door, only to see two people standing outside. They both had dark circles under their eyes. One look at them showed that they had spent the night.

For grassroots police officers handling cases, staying up late is a normal thing, especially for front-line criminal police officers, which is similar to ordinary people's daily meals and drinks.

"Chen Da."

Huang Mao, who was standing at the door, smiled immediately when he saw Chen Shu.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man. Judging from his appearance, he should be a colleague from his work unit.

He is about forty years old, with slightly curly hair, piercing eyes, dark complexion, and thin body. At first glance, he looks like a local, and he feels a bit like a minority.

Upon hearing the introduction of the surname "He", Chen Shu, who had been tutored by Jiang Hai on the way here, knew that this was a popular local surname and that it was Huang Mao, the deputy captain in charge of homicide of the police force, and he quickly let the two people into the house.

After entering the house, the captain and the deputy captain got straight to the point, saying that Huang Mao was brought to the hotel to visit him so early because he had something to ask for.

"No matter what you ask for, you will wear a uniform. If you need anything, just mention it. We must never see anyone outside."

Chen Shu picked up the hotel's tea bag and was about to brew it for the two guests. He paused for a moment and put it down. Then he took the Pu'er tea cake that Chen Chuan had sent last night from the table next to him.

Putting a circle of paper towels on the table, Chen Shu carefully pried some tea leaves away. However, due to his unskilled technique, he clicked them and left dregs all over the table.

A lot of them rolled to the ground out of sight.

After this work, it looked very amateurish. By the way, the high-end tea cakes brought over by Chen Chuan didn't look very high-end.

Although Chen Shu didn't know exactly how much the tea cake was worth, he remembered the popular saying among the Zhengming Special Police, "Chen Chuan's products must be high-quality."

He could still feel the pain.

After tinkering for a long time, I finally made three cups of hot tea. I took a few sips first, but I couldn't taste anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps it would be more refreshing in terms of efficacy?

Or more healthy?

This thing is too subjective and cannot be weighed.

Chen Shu thought about it, it would be better to just throw three tea bags into the cup of boiling water before, which would save worry and trouble.

For a rough guy like him, efficiency always comes first.

On the other side, the situation is quite different.

Boom!

hiss!

The two captains and the deputy captain, who originally watched Chen Shu making tea with a sullen expression, immediately felt waves in their hearts after taking a sip of the tea that the other party made.

Although he is not a Chinese, He Chengfeng, who is from the Naxi ethnic group, has fallen into the Chinese habit of drinking tea.

In the Criminal Investigation Brigade, he is famously addicted to tea, and he has his own opinions and persistence on tea tasting.

For example, before drinking, you must first heat the cup, divide the water and other tea utensils, and then judge the water temperature, check the color of the soup, and smell the aroma of the tea. After a lot of steps, you don't dare to be careless even half a step.

Previously, I saw that this police officer from other provinces was no different from the rude guy in the team, and he was a bit scornful as he played with Pu'er tea casually.

In the blink of an eye, he drafted his critical words several times in his stomach. He only waited for his lips to touch the edge of the tea cup to express his meaning. Yes, he was not even prepared to drink the tea brewed by an outsider. He was just going to go through the motions. Ready to spray.

Wrong, I should give you some pointers.

Today's young people generally lack respect for China's traditional tea industry.

But when He Chengfeng put the teacup under his nose, he immediately smelled a slightly different fragrance, and his soul seemed to be shocked by electricity.

For a short while, He Chengfeng felt as if he was in a deep mountain forest that had never been visited by humans, stepping step by step on the green grass and mud, walking slowly along the tidal stream.

The sound of falling waterfalls in the distance kept coming, and a strong fragrance of forest naturally filled my heart.

He Chengfeng tasted the endless secrets between his lips and teeth. The irritability caused by the stagnation in the investigation of the case was instantly released, as if his whole body was washed from head to toe by the mountain spring.

rinse!

Shabu Shabu!

How unpleasant!

Throughout his decades of long life, no matter whether he was busy or not, at home or at work, He Chengfeng would always find time to take a few sips of tea.

When he had plenty of time, he would meet up with a few friends to taste it carefully and discuss it with each other; when he was short of time, he would pick up a few tea leaves and quickly go through the process. Of course, the speed was still much slower than Chen Shu's brewing of tea. .

But even so, he had never drank such wonderful tea.

He Chengfeng's eyes showed surprise and shock.

He first quickly recalled Chen Shu's actions of making tea. It was indeed not as simple as a worldly expert who abandoned the red tape of the world. The tea residues on the table in front of him made people who didn't understand tea feel disgusted. .

Thinking about it this way, the focus should be on this tea.

But looking at the young man in front of him who drinks tea like boiled water, raising his head and taking a cup, he doesn't look like a person of good taste.

Logically speaking, such a person should not have such a refreshing tea.

But this tea is indeed right in front of you, and there is no way it can be faked.

However, no matter how many doubts there are, He Chengfeng, who came to visit today, gained some new insights during the tea ceremony.

That is, in the face of top-quality tea, all red tape is just dregs.

The three-finger fastener for washing tea and the five-step process for making tea are all bullshit in the face of high-end raw materials, or in other words, they are nothing at all.

Tea is good, it is really good, simple and crude.

He Chengfeng couldn't help but glance at the small table with the tea cakes. It was a small cake that seemed to weigh about two to three hundred grams.

Then I took a closer look at the remaining tissue paper packaging on the cake, and the more I looked at it, the more it looked like the Banzhang tea produced by the Menghai Tea Factory in their province. With the taste just now, I guess it must be the first batch.

As a local, He Chengfeng can't afford tea cakes of this quality. He can still satisfy his craving even if he keeps his belt tight for several months.

But the problem is that this police officer Chen, who came from another province, seems to be quite indifferent to the tea cakes, even though the table is full of tea leaves and the boiling water boiled in the kettle.

waste everything

He Chengfeng felt a little entangled in his heart, feeling that such good tea was really wasted in this person's hands.

I guess that the other party may have accidentally obtained this extraordinary tea from a friend or victim by chance.

It's just that he didn't know it himself.

Here, Chen Shu could feel the eyes of the local deputy captain of criminal investigation brought over by Huang Mao. He had been looking at him since he entered the room. Especially after sitting down, the intensity became more intense, even to the point of making people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, Chen Shuhu felt a little more considerate of the feeling of being scrutinized that he had expressed when he had gatherings with relatives and friends in the past.

Thinking about it this way, it's really uncomfortable.

Chen Shu just thought it was an old problem of the criminal investigation police. Thinking that when the two met for the first time, his good brother Zhu Yiba's former soldier was working under the other party, he was ready to do something to get closer to each other.

Men, there are only three things that can bring us closer together the fastest: cigarettes, wine, and tea.

Naturally, I can't drink in broad daylight, and he just messed up the tea.

After thinking about it, Chen Shu took out a yellow leather cigarette from his suitcase. This cigarette was one that Chen Chuan had forced on Jiang Hai to smoke. That guy always thought that everyone was like him, smoking and drinking every day in college. .

At that time, Chen Shu mainly considered that Jiang Hai was still a student and couldn't get into the habit of smoking too early, so he stopped him. He didn't expect that it would come in handy now.

However, because this cigarette was dragged around and ruined by Chen Chuan, Jiang Hai and others for a long time, in terms of appearance, it is really a bit eye-catching.

Chen Shu, who originally thought very well, when he took out the cigarette, looked at the damaged packaging that looked like it had been hit by a bomb, heheheed a few times in embarrassment.

And He Chengfeng, who had just recovered from the top-quality tea in front, was not surprised to see this dilapidated cigarette package, which looked like a war-damaged version.

After all, the salary of a police officer is only that much. Officer Chen has already spent a lot of money on tea, so it is understandable that he would be a little frugal on cigarettes.

He straightened up his back slightly, which had been hunched over from the shock of tea.