ABO Assessment Exam

Mingjiu's suspension vehicle arrived at its destination 10 minutes later.

The destination chosen by Mingjiu is the slum area in the West District. Almost all the people living here are people who have not contributed much to the [-]th District, that is, ABOs who are old and weak and unable to contribute any more to the [-]th District. They were all Omega whose children had entered the police station and had no heirs. They lived on the meager monthly relief given by the agency in this place.

The suspension car directly took Mingjiu and Liang She to the downstairs of the residence of the person they wanted to meet. The traffic around here is inconvenient, and the suspension rails that have been scrapped for a long time are used. It is also big, standing here for less than 2 minutes, Mingjiu's ears will be deafened by the noise from the heavy trains running on the track.

"Brother, they live on the fifth floor." Liang She glanced at the number that popped up from the halo on his wrist.

"Yeah," Mingjiu responded.

The elevators in the building are also stained and stained with rust. The managers here should be Betas. Betas are the grassroots managers of the entire city and even the country. There are only a few candidates selected for the annual exam. How many people are in Beta's position? I wanted to sit in a crowded place, but these people who occupied the seats were so slack in neglected places.

"When I go back, I will call the president of the Beta Association to meet me. Some rules still need to be clarified when I first take office." Mingjiu said to Liang She next to him.

"No problem, I'll send him a voice call now."

The elevator creaked and lingered, and the two of them could clearly feel its uneasy shaking when they came out.

"It's been a long time since this was repaired!" Liang She held his little heart in fear, and looked back at the shaking elevator while walking with lingering fear, "We'd better take the stairs later, or just adjust the suspension car up."

Mingjiu walked straight forward, there were four families on the fifth floor, the hallway was very clean, much more comfortable than the rust on the door, the building was very quiet, there was no sound.

"503." Liang She involuntarily lowered his voice and quietly reminded him.

Ming Jiu had already stood outside the door of room 503. He pressed the inquiry button on the side of the door, and a bell rang inside the room.

After two beeps, someone inside the door answered, "Who is that?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man, his voice sounded like phlegm, he was not energetic, and he was not very clear.

"Hello, I'm the new head of the Joint Division, Mingjiu." Mingjiu approached the voice receiver next to the inquiry button and replied.

There was no sound from inside the door, the other party was probably thinking about how to refuse, it was hilarious, only the sound of electric current could be heard.

"Uncle, our director just came back from abroad, and he will come to see you as soon as he got off the plane. He came back for your son's affairs."

The man in the room coughed twice, his voice clearer, "My son... a dead man... nothing more to say... let's go..."

"Uncle, our director is not unreasonable, you see—"

"What are you looking at..." The man in the room was speaking very hard, although the voice that came out was not very loud, "You will come to visit his family just for the sake of Omega who committed suicide in fear of crime? Less...cough cough...less hypocrisy . . . go! go!"

Liang She was a little anxious when he heard the words, "Uncle, that's not what you said, we don't want Mr. Fang's death either, we also—"

Mingjiu stopped him, motioning him not to say any more.

It was quiet outside the door. The man heard the sound of the elevator starting. He covered his mouth and coughed, and slowly opened the door. As soon as he stepped out, he stepped on a bag of things. He leaned on the door frame and knelt down to pick it up. , the movement is very slow, it seems very strenuous.

The bag was very delicate, with well-designed purple patterns on it. The man opened the bag and stood at the door for a long time, unable to move his legs.

There was enough cash in that bag for him and his husband to eat and drink well for a whole year.

Mingjiu and Liang She got on the suspension car and planned to go back to the joint office.

"Brother, what are you going to do? People commit suicide, and no one can be blamed."

"I don't blame people, but it's always because of people."

"Is there a meeting?"

"Notify the president of the association. Some things have to change. Fang Qingming's death is far from simple."

"Oh..." Liang She didn't fully understand, but he trusted Mingjiu unconditionally, "By the way, are you going to be the summer judge or the winter judge this year?"

"summer."

"That's fine, after the exam, do you want to pick up your sweetheart?"

Mingjiu glanced at Liang She, who was thinking about it alone, shook his head, sighed, and his thoughts drifted to the distant Wuta Town.

In his eyes, the lover in Wuta town is so unworldly, free and happy, and he can't bear to bring him here and be bound by the rules.

He just wanted two people to drink together, chatting about the sky, the land, anecdotes, gods, looking at the moon, and hugging people.

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The night falls quickly, and because global warming has long been out of control, even though it is only March, the temperature stays above 40°C throughout the day, and there is no coolness at night.

People in the police station are busier at night. It is the duty of the police station to hunt down and try ABOs who violate the law, and night is the time when Omega crimes are most frequent, so people in the police station are even busier after nightfall.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door of Bai Fu's office, the director of the Security Bureau.

"Enter."

The door opened automatically at the sound, and the person who came in was a man wearing a dark blue uniform with a gun on his waist. He came in and stood two meters away from Bai Fu, "Director, General Mingjiu is back. "

"Oh?" Bai Fu folded his hands and rested his chin, and the lenses of the red-brown glasses reflected the news from all over the place that kept scrolling on the light screen, "You were urged back by the people from the Joint Office, right? "

"Yes, Chief."

Bai Fu tapped the light screen with rough fingertips, "Is my little nephew still there?"

"Yes, Mr. Shuwo is still waiting for Admiral Mingjiu at the bar, but..."

"But what?"

"Last night, I was drunk and was almost sold out. The people I sent came forward to stop him, and then I rescued Mr. Shuwo."

"Oh?" Bai's polyphonic voice rose, and the ending sound was drawn out very long, sounding both curious and malicious, "My little nephew is also very affectionate..."

"At present, it looks like this."

"Hehe," Bai Fu laughed dryly for no apparent reason, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together, "Bring him back, tell Li Lu to wait for him at the airport, and deal with the matter as soon as he lands."

"Do you do it directly on the road?" The man seemed a little uncertain.

"Well, let's do it directly, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"But Dr. Lee might not want to do that."

"She is unwilling? Then tie her up."

The man's eyelids twitched, he couldn't guess what Bai Fu was thinking, but he couldn't allow his subordinates to have doubts, so the man responded in time, "Yes."

Then he closed the door and left.

The scrolling speed of the messages on the light screen in front of Bai Fu slowed down a bit. Bai Fu was carefully browsing through one of the messages. In the middle of the message was a photo. In the photo were two men. They were sitting at the counter of a bar. Talking about something, the younger man smiled happily, and a taller man sat next to him. He looked at the young man quietly with tenderness, and stroked his waist with one hand.

Sneering flashed across Bai Fu's eyes.

What a sweet and loving couple.

He tore the photos into pieces and casually threw them in the trash.

Unfortunately, from now on, it will no longer exist.

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