Wanderer

Since the beginning of the summer vacation, Wen Hai and Bai Yunqi, two people who lived alone with a bag of bread slices and plain water for three meals, have miraculously guaranteed three meals a day on time... Especially Bai Yunqi began to eat After the internship in the procuratorate next to the Public Security Bureau, it basically realized 24-hour personal supervision, leaving Wen Hai with nowhere to hide.

Because of the geographical location, the three families of the public security, prosecution, and law schools discussed building a public canteen together. The advantage is that it is convenient to save money and cooks.

Now that the reform through labor has been abolished, the media is staring at it, and life in prison is much better than before. Many lazy social people have nothing to do and want to live in prison. A lot of them were thrown back, and the court screened out a few more. Some people were not happy about being sentenced to probation, crying bitterly and saying that they had committed a heinous crime, and hoped that the government would deal with it strictly.

Whenever there is a chance to get together, the three families will always have endless stories to tell. There are all kinds of strange things in the world.

"Someone went to our office to make trouble today." Bai Yunqi poked the rice on the plate with his chopsticks, "They said that we bent the law for personal gain and let a rapist go."

Wen Hai nodded, "I heard that you have returned the rape case from the First Sub-bureau for additional investigation."

Bai Yunqi shrugged: "My current internship is to help organize paperwork. I don't know the details. I know that our office window was smashed."

"You guys are pretty good." Wen Hai pointed at Bai Yunqi's back with his chopsticks, "Did you see that man? We almost died in the line of duty because of a rape case."

The person he was referring to was a respected old prosecutor with a Maitreya Buddha face in his 50s. He took good care of the interns and the new assistant prosecutor. After the glass was smashed this morning, he was still comforting a few scared Bad newcomer.

Bai Yunqi was stunned: "What's going on?"

"In a rape case, our investigation found that the victim had a heart attack due to excessive fright during the rape. The lawyer there insisted that the girl raped the corpse after the heart attack died. In the end, the sentence was life sentence or the death penalty... I forgot." Wen Hai put a mouthful of potato shreds into his mouth, "As a result, the prisoner's family members ambushed at the gates of our units..."

Bai Yunqi intuited that the story behind was not so pleasant.

"I just had a little skin injury." Wen Hai raised his chin, "He was cut open. Look, there is still a piece of hair on the back of his head that hasn't grown."

While speaking, Wen Hai stretched out his left hand to take the spoon, a "broken palm print" scar ran across his palm, and for a moment, he looked like a dormant centipede waiting for an opportunity.

Another moment, he clenched his palms tightly, and the spoon fell into the bowl with a "clang".

Bo Yunqi laughed while holding a pair of chopsticks with fried eggplant, and asked casually, "Is this braised eggplant in oil or vinegar?"

Zhizhi was hidden on a branch protruding into the window of the cafeteria. He yelled "Zhi——" halfway, and fell lifelessly to the ground.

"It's too early to die." The aunt in the canteen swept the corpses into the trash, "It's not autumn yet."

Not only is it not autumn, but this year's weather is like eating rat poison, forcing humans to successfully complete a seamless switch from down jackets to short sleeves.At the beginning of July, the sun was still shining and warm, and the weather forecast was saying "pleasant weather, suitable for outings". In just half a month, the thermometer hanging on the corner of the second floor of the Public Security Bureau stopped working, and the mercury column stopped working. In the "37" position, he refused to give up half a step.

There were several cracks in the disrepaired glass, and the sunlight was refracted into the corridor at a strange angle. Chai Fanwen held the folder half-blocking his face, hurriedly walked to Wenhai's office, and pushed open the wooden door without touching the ground. Even if completely blind.

There was no Wen Hai in the office, only a man sitting on the sofa reading a book, raised his head when he heard the door rang, and showed a friendly smile that was not overly enthusiastic, "Brother Wen is going to the bathroom, he will be right back."

Chai Fanwen weakly supported the water dispenser beside him, saying to himself, buddy, I don’t care where he goes, can you tell me how Wen Hai’s casual clothes are worn on you?

If it was a solid-color T-shirt, he could still convince himself that it was a t-shirt, but this shirt still has a lot of background - when they were investigating suspects in a bar half a year ago, they couldn't find any clues, but Wen Hai stumbled across the owner of the bar. He was the lead singer of an underground rock band he liked very much when he was in college. That band had been disbanded for four or five years. The Sha Matt who threw the electric guitar under the auditorium...has become a fat Sha Matt. The husband did not expect Wen Hai to recognize him with an album poster pasted on the wall. He was so excited that he rushed to the stage holding the guitar and yelled a song. A band T-shirt that had been cherished for many years was given to Wen Hai.

That T-shirt... In Xiaofeng's words, the design inspiration may come from a bloody car accident and a plastic skeleton thrown into the garbage dump by the medical school.

In short, these are definitely Wen Hai's clothes.

What made Chai Fanwen even more horrified was that he saw this man getting off Wenhai's car at the gate of his work unit this morning... He was not wearing the same clothes at that time!

"Need me for something?" Wen Hai came back from the bathroom and found Chai Fanwen who was out of his body in the office, "What are you doing standing there?"

"Oh—ah—hahahaha——" Chai Fanwen's facial features completed 72 changes in just three seconds, and finally stayed on the calm of "things must be reversed", and said without a trace of fluctuation in his tone: "The one we have been staring at The speeding robbery...Xiaofeng said that his informant has a clue, but that informant is relatively 'oily', so he is not at ease asking you to meet with him in the afternoon."

Wen Hai: "Let me sing a black face?"

"No." Chai Fanwen shook his head, "You are just a black face."

"Okay, I'll tell him to see the King of Hades immediately." Wen Hai looked in a good mood, called Bai Yunqi's name, and said to Chai Fanwen, "This is..."

It's hard for Bai Yunqi to wear such a bloody T-shirt and still read at ease. Hearing Wen Hai calling him, he replied: "Oh, Brother Chai and I met before."

Wen Hai was stunned: "When?"

Chai Fanwen also looked at Bai Yunqi suspiciously, vaguely feeling that this face looked familiar, but he couldn't quite match it.

"You were hospitalized with a fever during Chinese New Year, I met Brother Chai in the hospital." Bai Yunqi looked at Chai Fanwen, "You don't remember either?"

Chai Fanwen suddenly realized: "Oh——you are the kid who said he lived in the mosquito's house—oh my God, you have changed so much in just a few years, and you have grown into an adult." Maybe thinking of this, Chai Fanwen only When Bai Yunqi was Wen Hai's cousin or relative, his ups and downs finally calmed down in his stomach, and he put on a very amiable big brother appearance: "Come here for an internship during the summer vacation? Still living in Mosquito’s house? He’s so busy all day that he doesn’t have time to take care of you, right?”

"I..." Bai Yunqi glanced at Wen Hai's face, "Brother Wen is quite..."

"Didn't you keep saying that you would give a red envelope to my family?" Wen Hai laughed as he stood behind Chai Fanwen, "Do you have any money with you?"

Chai Fanwen only heard a "click", and his heart that had just landed instantly soared into the air, exploding blood and flesh in his throat. The skull with a harpoon stuck in the Tianling cover painted on Yunqi's chest, I kind of want to do that for myself.

Bai Yunqi stared at the innocent Wen Hai, and said with his eyes: "Can't you lay the groundwork first?"

Wen Hai folded his arms and shrugged - blame me?

The truth of the matter is not as dirty as Chai Fanwen imagined...at least part of it is not.The shirt that Bai Yunqi wore in the morning was accidentally splashed with vegetable soup in the cafeteria. At noon, he scrubbed it with soap and hung it on the balcony of Wenhai's office to dry.Although the weather is full of shirtless men at night, in such a small, closed and quiet space, the two of them stared at each other silently for a few seconds, and at the same time thought that if Mr. Bai didn't wear anything, it might be true. You don't need to wear them anymore.

As for that T-shirt...Although Wen Hai refuses to admit it, Bai Yunqi believes that the act of neatly folding a piece of clothing and putting it in an office drawer should be regarded as a "treasure"...even if it is A t-shirt that looks horribly aesthetic.

After Bai Yunqi, who had to go to work half an hour early as an intern, left with a half-dried shirt, Chai Fanwen pointed in the direction he was leaving, trembling, "How old is this kid now?"

"I'm 31 and he's 22. I'm not a pedophile, and I haven't singled out minors." Wen Hai sat in the office chair, "Comrade, what else do you want?"

Chai Fanwen breathed a sigh of relief: "You...you really..."

Thinking of Qi Jun and Xin Xin, Wen Hai, who had been asked this question less than once, sincerely asked, "What kind of image am I in your hearts that you can't bear to look at?"

"A few days ago, he was a gentle scum." Chai Fanwen pointed to Wen Hai's unshaven beard, "Now he is a wretched uncle."

Wen Hai silently put on the black-rimmed glasses that had been neglected for a long time.

"It's even more obscene."

"..."

"You're in our line of business, you should restrain yourself outside." Chai Fanwen persuaded, "The news of the report letter has just passed, and whoever will sue you on your life style, whether you still wear this clothes gone?"

Wen Hai took off his glasses and played with the temples, "Back in the spring we handled an insurance fraud case together with the Economic Investigator, remember?"

"Remember." Chai Fanwen didn't understand why he brought this up, "Didn't the economic investigation side be poached? Just after the case was closed, one of them resigned to work as an investigator for that insurance company, and Bureau Zhang was so angry that he was about to explode. "

"They gave me this number." Wen Hai compared the number, "Monthly salary."

"Three zeros?"

"Four."

"..."

"I refused sternly based on my simple concept of justice." Wen Hai spread his hands, and did not continue to speak, but curled the corners of his mouth lukewarmly, "Don't let me take it off and leave. , I even swore to dedicate my life to the cause of public security.”

There was another scream that stopped abruptly, and the oil cicada on the treetop shook the branch a few times, drooped its wings weakly, and fell to the ground.

The woman glanced at the insect corpses rolling down at her feet in disgust, took off her sunglasses, and looked carefully at the mottled gate of the community, her fingernails dyed wine red lightly tapped a few times on the small window full of glue marks on the guard post , and smiled at the guard who poked his head out.

The doorman swept away the impatience on his face, smiled courteously, and said respectfully, "Hello ma'am, how can I help you?"

"I want to ask..." The woman raised her phone, "Does this child live here?"

"This..." The guard was slightly on guard, observing the woman's expression vigilantly, "What's your relationship with this one?"

"Me?" The woman looked at the photo on the phone, her eyes were indifferent, but the corners of her mouth still had a gentle curve, "it must be a relative who hasn't seen him for a long time."

"Oh, a distant relative?"

"No, not far." The woman shook her head with a smile, "very close."

"A close relative."

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