How to raise the president

Half a year later, tonight is the night when Lin Zhou finished writing his resignation letter.

The sky outside darkened, continuing with a few wisps of evening clouds.

Lin Zhou had already taken off his uniform, put on his regular clothes, and sat at the desk.

The dim desk light shone on the paper, and the handwriting on the paper was clean and neat, and every word was thoughtful.

After checking again and again to make sure there was nothing wrong, Lin Zhou put the cap on the pen.

He folded the resignation letter, and just as he folded it, the phone vibrated and rang.

Lin Zhou took a closer look and saw that it was Deputy Director Jiang calling. He answered the phone, and Deputy Director Jiang told him to go to the Public Security Bureau.

He thought: Could it be that he came to torture himself again?I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to collapse!

For half a year, he was tortured by his own conscience to the point of going crazy. How many nights he fell asleep and was woken up by fright, and he woke up for a long time.

He was very scared, so scared that he hugged his head and cried. Tired of crying, he finally fell asleep, and dreamed of the dead actress, who was tortured terribly in a dark and narrow room, sticking out the tattered hair. Bloody nails begged him for help...

"Help me!" she roared, "Please...help me!!!"

There was a "Hello" on the other end of the phone, and Lin Zhou lost his mind.

Deputy Director Jiang said that there was an urgent mission and asked him to rush there now.

Lin Zhou said that he will be there soon.

The military order is like a mountain, and I have to follow it.Lin Zhou also took the resignation letter with him. He thought it would be the same to anyone anyway, as long as it was the boss.

And he felt that if he stayed there, he might as well find an ordinary security job or do something else. All in all, it would make him feel better.

Lin Zhou took his cell phone and keys and went out.

……

It's so late, what did Deputy Director Jiang tell him to do?He has been off work for a long time.

If it's an urgent case, there are many people who are more professional than him, why is it him?

Or is there something else?like before?

No, no, absolutely not like that.

In Lin Zhou's eyes, Deputy Director Jiang has always been fair and just, and he is upright in doing things. He is a role model for him to learn from, and he will definitely not be the same as the one in charge.

So why call him?

Along the way, Lin Zhou couldn't figure it out, so he walked into the police station with doubts. The corridor was very quiet, with a deep darkness at the end, resembling the shooting scene in a horror movie, and the dream, as if the next second, the scene in the recording The woman who is cursing in the man's mouth will pop out of the darkness.

Lin Zhou couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, bit the bullet and went to Deputy Director Jiang's office and knocked on the door three times.

With the permission of Deputy Director Jiang, Lin Zhou opened the door.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was startled when I saw it. The inside and outside of the door seemed equally terrifying, a bit like the trial of Yama.

Deputy Chief Jiang was sitting on an office chair. There were two people on his left and right sides, people he had never seen before in the police station, and a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa next to him.

Although he was much older than half a year ago, from his facial features, Lin Zhou could still recognize the middle-aged man who reported the crime half a year ago.

Lin Zhou's heart twitched suddenly, and he even had the idea of ​​running away, but the door was closed.

He saluted Jiang Fei stiffly, and stammered, "Hello, Deputy Chief Jiang."

Jiang Fei sat on the swivel chair, looked at him coldly, and then turned to the man standing on the right, that very cold man, and beside the man stood a very clean and handsome young man.

The man sized him up for a while, but said nothing, but his eyes were coldly carved like a knife, and Lin Zhou couldn't help shrinking his shoulders.

The young man next to the man smiled softly at him: "Hello, Mr. Lin Zhou."

Lin Zhoumu nodded and replied, "Hi, hello."

Fang Youyi stood up straight, expressing that he didn't want to have so many polite words with Lin Zhou, so he pointed to Su Ziqiang who was sitting on the sofa with his head drooping, and asked, "Do you know him?"

Lin Zhou was a little dazed, looked at Su Ziqiang for a long time, nodded and shook his head, finally nodded and said: "I know."