Police Detective

Bai Song stared at the electronic wall clock in the Political Department office. It was 10:43 on October 17, 2016. He looked at the time and was a little lost.

"Section Chief Bai?" Director Xi of the Political Department saw Bai Song distracted and called out kindly: "Then according to your arrangement, the place where you will go to the grassroots this time is the police station, Jinbao Street Police Station, right?"

"Oh? Ah yes." Bai Song replied quickly.

It's not that he arranged the matter at exactly 10:43, but he looked at the clock and has been waiting for this moment. This is the moment in his memory. Seeing the time of the electronic clock change to this moment, Bai Song had A wonderful feeling.

Maybe time is reincarnation like this, maybe the coincidences in this world are so amazing.

October 17, 2011, was a Monday. For the next four years, this day was not a Monday.

And today, October 17, 2016, is Monday again.

Although Bai Song's application in September was approved, it could not be arranged immediately, but had to wait until after the National Day holiday.

The National Day holiday is over, and the back-to-back holiday is over. The time for the grassroots level is naturally scheduled for Monday, October 17th.

"Chief Bai, can I ask you a question?" Director Xi still couldn't hold it back, "Why do they call you Section Chief Bai? You..."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with calling him Section Chief Bai. I'm indeed in an ordinary department." Bai Song replied casually.

"Oh oh oh, okay, I understand." Director Xi sighed, no matter what, he must be senior to him anyway.

Bai Song was sighing.

I have to go to a new unit again, a new police station.

Five years ago, on this day and at the same time, he went to work at Jiuheqiao Police Station alone. (Looking back at the first sentence of Chapter 1)

Five years later, I still went to the police station alone, but the situation was completely different.

Bai Song looked at his police rank, second-level police inspector.

When you first join the workforce and become a full-time officer, you will be a third-level superintendent. The lowest deputy level will be a second-level superintendent. The lowest level for a full-level officer will be a first-level superintendent. The lowest deputy level will be a third-level police inspector. The lowest level will be a third-level police supervisor. Bai Song had received two first-class merits, not to mention others, so it was reasonable for him to be promoted to the police rank in advance. Therefore, he should have been a third-level police inspector in the deputy department, but now he is a second-level police inspector.

Police ranks can be mixed based on age. Many veteran police officers at the police station are second-level police inspectors and first-level police inspectors. Especially in Beijing, 50-year-old police officers are all first-level police inspectors (two bars and three), but 26-year-old police officers are second-level police inspectors. Supervisor, Director Xi from the Political Department was stunned for a moment.

Director Xi has Bai Song’s basic information here. It’s very simple, but it has his name and age. In Director Xi’s view, this is a “theoretically impossible” thing, but it just happened.

"How did I get there at that moment?" Bai Song asked.

"I will drive you there in person in a while. Not only will I go there, but Director Qiu, who is in charge of the Political Division, will also go there to see you off." Director Xi said: "He has an emergency meeting in the morning and will come right after he is done."

"No, no," Bai Song waved his hand, "I'll just take a taxi."

"How is that possible?" Director Xi thought he had neglected Bai Song: "You, if you wait like this again, I will urge Director Qiu."

"It's too troublesome." Bai Song said, "Just think of me as a grassroots policeman at the police station. I'm here to learn."

"Yeah, I told them." Director Xi secretly wiped his sweat and thought to himself that next to the police signal on your chest, we all wrote "Shangjing", and the "Ministry of Public Security" you wrote there was too conspicuous.

"Oh, this", Bai Song saw the problem from Director Xi's eyes: "In this case, you can change me to a Beijing badge, and also change my police rank, okay? Otherwise it will be difficult for me to carry out my work."

"This doesn't comply with the regulations. There are regulations that require you to wear them according to standards."

"I'll just report it to you. I'll treat it as a special mission." Bai Song knew that many regulations are dead, but when performing some work tasks, they are alive.

For example, if you work as an undercover agent, do you still have to abide by police conduct? Bai Song is now studying at the grassroots level, wearing such a high police rank and a special badge, it really does not have the effect of training.

"Then I'll ask the Qiu Bureau for instructions later." Director Xi said: "How about this, only the first and second leaders at their police station know your specific situation, and we won't notify the others?"

"Okay." Bai Song said, "So, just don't let Director Qiu send me there. It's too conspicuous. It's already a big honor for you to accompany me there."

"Okay, that's all. Then... what should we call you more appropriately?" Director Xi asked again.

"Just call me Detective Bai," Bai Song said, "Say I was trained at the grassroots level by the city bureau."

"You'd better write me an application on paper." Director Xi actually didn't want to trouble Bai Song, but he was still a little panicked and asked Bai Song to write the application himself so that he wouldn't be blamed.

"It doesn't matter, it's very simple." Bai Song took out a pen and paper and started writing directly. He knew it would be useless to write it. This application was reserved for Director Xi alone, and it was impossible to hand it in layer by layer.

"Okay, thank you for your understanding," Director Xi said, "You also know that it is not easy for us at the grassroots level."

Bai Song was almost happy, since the political department was always considered a grassroots level, but he still nodded: "It's really not easy."

Not long after, Director Qiu came over, chatted with Bai Song for more than ten minutes, and finally agreed to let Director Xi send Bai Song there, and provided Bai Song with the title of First Class Superintendent, which seemed much more low-key. Of course, the badge It was also changed, but the police number was not.

Alarm signals are allowed to be repeated. For example, 000001 in each province is the boss of its own province, and each province has one. Naturally, Bai Song and his colleagues didn't want to say more about who the number 000001 was in their unit.

Therefore, Bai Song's police signal is not conspicuous, because the city bureau also has the same signal.

Just like that, after the nonchalant exchange here, Bai Song followed Director Xi's car to the Jinbao Street Police Station.

The leaders of the institute received the call in advance and waited outside early. It was almost noon and there was no traffic jam, so we arrived in more than ten minutes.

After getting off the car, Bai Song shook hands with Political Commissar Yan cordially. Director Kong, the top leader, went out for a meeting today. Political Commissar Yan came out with Deputy Director Hua on duty to pick up Bai Song. They exchanged some pleasantries and the four of them entered the police station together.

During this time, Bai Song also passed by here because it was not far away, but this was the first time he entered the police station.

Speaking of which, maybe the expectations were too high. It didn't give Bai Song a special feeling. It was no different from the police station he met in Tianhua. The photos on the wall also included photos of the rescue during a heavy rainstorm in Beijing in 2012.

The police station is not big, with only dozens of rooms inside, and some areas are case handling areas. The canteen is not big, but overall the space utilization is good.

After entering the gate, Bai Song heard someone quarreling at the front desk. Seeing Bai Song's curiosity, Political Commissar Yan took the initiative to answer: "It won't stop this year. Although our jurisdiction is not big, there are many office areas. We have a Samsung mobile phone service here." place."

"Oh oh oh" Bai Song frowned, that was quite troublesome.

In September of this year, a major event occurred in the mobile phone industry. There was a mobile phone called note7, which started its grenade career. Three days ago, on October 14, the recall officially started.

But this does not mean that the matter is over. There are not a few people who come here to call the police, express their dissatisfaction, negotiate with the company or even sue.

"How many corporate headquarters are there here?" Bai Song asked.

"There are not many headquarters, but there are quite a lot of various offices. Let's do this. If you are not familiar with this place, let Huasuo take you for a drive. Our jurisdiction is not large. It is not easy to drive to work on weekdays. It’s easier to park, so I suggest taking the subway.” Political Commissar Yan said, “I’ve been taking the subway for more than ten years.”

"I live nearby, just walk here." Baisong is only a few kilometers away from here, and I just come here for a jog every day.

"Do you live nearby? That's good." Huasuo glanced at Bai Song and thought that the people from the city bureau are really rich. He knows the housing prices nearby. But he didn't know that Bai Song lived in a shared house.

"Yeah", Bai Song followed a few people and entered the police station together.

Speaking of which, no matter where the police station is, it is actually the same. It is also very busy and hard, and there are many kinds of chores.

Originally, Bai Song thought that coming here was really about getting in touch with the upper class, but it felt good to come here for a while. It was all the simple daily life of the police station, which made him feel familiar.

They chatted until noon. Commissar Yan said they would arrange a place to eat. Bai Song said they would go directly to the canteen, so the four of them went to the canteen to eat. Not many people knew Director Xi, but because Political Commissar Yan was accompanying him to dinner, everyone also paid attention to Bai Song, wondering who this person was.

"Do you want the next team to follow the police, or do you want to go to the case handling team or household registration?" Political Commissar Yan planned to ask something specific.

"Let's join a group, any group will do," Bai Song said, "Whatever is convenient for you."

"Okay, then I know. The conditions here are not very good. If you have anything to do, just tell me." Commissar Yan actually knew Bai Song's identity relatively well, "Or just tell Kong directly."

Bai Song is considered a semi-public figure, and there are still some people who know him in the police circle. When Political Commissar Yan heard about such a special person coming, he checked online and asked friends, and found out that Bai Song was a case handler. Experts are not purely gold-plated second-generation officials, so they speak more directly and are not all face-saving talk.

"Okay, thank you, Commissar Yan." Bai Song nodded.

The food in the cafeteria was okay. After a simple meal, Director Xi walked back, and Bai Song followed Huasuo's car to patrol around the jurisdiction.

The area under its jurisdiction is not large, but driving is not very easy. Fortunately, Huasuo is very familiar with these roads, so the police car can drive very smoothly.

"Huasuo, is there a lot of police information here?" Bai Song asked as the car drove to Jinbao Street.

To be honest, this place still made him a little disappointed, for the same reason, his expectations were too high.

He thought that when he came to this street, there would be luxury cars everywhere, but this was obviously too exaggerated. After all, this place was connected to other areas in Shangjing, so there wouldn’t be much difference between them. The only difference was that there were all kinds of things here. Various luxury car sales showrooms, ranging from Rolls-Royce and Bentley to Ferrari and McLaren.

"There aren't many police cases here. In fact, the quality of these rich people is quite good," Huasuo said. "And even if we call the police, it's easy to handle. Sometimes they call the police just to get us to prove it, and they can solve the problem themselves." ”

"Then what kind of police information is there?" Bai Song asked.

"You saw those at the front desk just now," Huasuo said, "They are all people whose time is worthless."

This sentence made Bai Song feel something. People whose time is not valuable

Hua Suo is relatively old, at least 45 years old, and his perspective on the problem is somewhat accurate. How could a truly important and wealthy person just spend a whole day at the police station? Even if it is for a big benefit, they will not choose to solve it at the police station.

"That's it," Bai Song said with emotion, "it seems that I came here at the right time. I can learn a lot from you."

"Have you ever been in a police station before?" Hua Suo asked.

"To tell you the truth, I walked up from the police station step by step," Bai Song said.

"Oh oh oh", Huasuo glanced at Bai Song and thought that this must be a very connected person in the family: "That's right, your family lives nearby."

When Bai Song heard this, he knew that Huasuo had misunderstood, but he did not explain. His current identity is indeed somewhat special, how can he explain it? Just make a mistake and make a mistake.

"What is the most high-end place here?" Bai Song behaved a little childishly, wanting to know the "best" about everything.

"It's not bad." After the car drove forward for a while, Huasuo pointed to a Chinese-style building next to it, "This is the only clubhouse of the Hong Kong Jockey Club in Beijing. You can also eat here, and the price is... We are working-class people, and ordinary wealthy people may not be able to afford it. Of course, this is a membership system, and I only went in once. "

"Ah?" Bai Song asked, "In all these years you have been here, have you only gone in once?"

"He has never called the police here. He only went to the fire department once for inspection, and when he came here to inspect, he had to negotiate with them for a suitable time. Of course, this is not a bad thing. Cooperation makes work easier," Hua Suo said. Jurisdictions, those big agencies with the prefix "State" or "Ministry" have nothing to do with us. Of course, you may know some people in the Municipal Bureau and have personal connections, but there is really no intersection at work. "

After driving, Huasuo continued to introduce to Bai Song: "This is Jinbao Club, a high-end consumer place. The things here are also very expensive, but the coffee they have upstairs and on the third floor is very good. If you have a chance, you can try it. Of course , the price is very expensive.”

"I feel that you are a little weak in your words." Bai Song pointed at the large circle: "How is our control over the jurisdiction?"

“It’s okay to control nature,” Huasuo said. “It’s just that many people don’t need us to contact them. They just need us to provide them with a good environment. We are just a background board.”

"I can really learn a lot from chatting with you." Bai Song nodded with deep emotion.

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