I am a super cop

Chapter 1192
5 pm.

Furong Branch, Office of the Criminal Investigation Group Three.

Ji Zhe put the completed files on the table, paused, and carefully punched Yuan Shasha in front of her.

Yuan Shasha turned her head and saw that Ji Zhe had already delivered the dossier: "Senior Sister Yuan, I have finished sorting out this dossier as required, please help me to see it."

"Yeah." Yuan Shasha took the file, flipped through it a few times, and nodded silently: "As a newcomer, it's not bad, but there are quite a lot of problems."

"Then...then I will hand it over to Brother Gu, will he let me redo it? After all, this is the dossier of the poisoning case of the delivery boy."

Ji Zhe couldn't make up his mind, so he asked Yuan Shasha for advice again.

It was mainly due to the task assigned by Gu Chen, and he had no experience in this field. Ji Zhe was able to piece together this dossier only by relying on the dossier reference provided by Yuan Shasha.

It can be considered that this is yesterday's case of a car accident caused by the poisoning of the takeaway brother. It is related to human life, and I am afraid that I will not do well.

That's why I thought to ask Yuan Shasha to check on her before giving it to Gu Chen.

Yuan Shasha smiled lightly and said, "You asked me to evaluate it, but I can't say it. Maybe it's because I'm used to looking after senior brother Gu's files, so it's strange to read your file."

"You mean?" Ji Zhe asked pleadingly.

Yuan Shasha shook her head: "It's really hard to say, maybe it looks a little immature, and I didn't pay attention to many details. If you look closely, it looks a bit like a running account, not like a file. It feels weird."

"Then...then how should I change it? After all, this report is of great importance, and I can't make mistakes!"

After hearing Yuan Shasha's comment, Ji Zhe became a little anxious.

After all, as a rookie police trainee, especially the old man in the department.

Ji Zhe is very aware of his current status.

That is to say less and do more. This is the conclusion he got from everyone talking about Wu Xiaofeng.

Wu Xiaofeng was a little swollen because of the achievements he had made before, and he made a lot of jokes afterwards.

So since then, Wu Xiaofeng has also started to concentrate on his work, and he is no longer inflated.

Wu Xiaofeng, as a regular police officer, is a lesson learned from the past.

Ji Zhe is a smart person, he will not be unclear about his current situation, so he wants to make some achievements.

But when Gu Chen entrusted such an important task to himself suddenly, Ji Zhe was afraid that he might not be able to do it well, so he was a little afraid.

But after being pointed out by Yuan Shasha, Ji Zhe felt at ease again, but he didn't know how to correct it.

Seeing that Ji Zhe was as timid as a mouse, Yuan Shasha covered her mouth and snickered: "I said Ji Zhe, you don't think that Senior Brother Gu really entrusted you with the file of this case?"

"Isn't it? That's what Brother Gu said after the interrogation at noon yesterday." Ji Zhe still insisted.

Yuan Shasha shook her head and smiled: "You think too much, this kind of important case sorting work has always been done by Brother Gu independently."

"I asked you to do a dossier, just to see your work level and see what shortcomings you have."

"So, I suggest that you still take this dossier that you have organized yourself, and show it to Senior Brother Gu, and let him point out your shortcomings."

"Is that so?" Hearing Yuan Shasha's remarks, Ji Zhe immediately relieved a lot of burden.

Previously, he thought that Gu Chen entrusted him with such an important job because he valued himself.

If he can't do well, won't he live up to his expectations of himself?

But now it seems that everything is overthinking.

Gu Chen just asked himself to make a dossier and sort it out to see how good he is.

In this way, Ji Zhe felt that there was no burden.

So he glanced at Gu Chen who was working in front of him, and quickly walked to him with the file: "Captain Gu."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Gu Chen sorted out the manuscript in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Ji Zhe.

"I've already finished the file arrangement you asked me to do. Would you like to take a look?" Ji Zhe asked in a low voice.

"Oh." Gu Chen responded, stretched out his right hand and said, "Then take it here."

"Okay." Seeing that Gu Chen asked for it, Ji Zhe hurriedly handed the file he had organized and handed it to Gu Chen.

Gu Chen used his master-level observation and master-level memory to simply flip through it, and immediately took out a writing pen, circled many parts of it with a pen, and then handed it to Ji Zhe:

"You need to reorganize these places and hand them over to me." Gu Chen said.

"Ah?" Ji Zhe was stunned for a moment, thinking that if I tidy up all afternoon, you can see the problem in a few seconds?
Seeing Ji Zhe frozen in place, Gu Chen asked again: "What's wrong? Are there any questions?"

"No...no, I'll sort it out right now." Hearing Gu Chen's words, Ji Zhe hurriedly returned to his desk with the file that Gu Chen had corrected.

Seeing that Gu Chen continued to immerse himself in his work, Yuan Shasha turned around quietly and said, "Just follow the place that senior brother Gu pointed out for you, and reorganize it again."

"After sorting out, ask Senior Brother Gu to compare the files he sorted out, and you will know where the problem is."

"Well, I got it, Senior Sister Yuan." Ji Zhe spread out the file and began to change it according to Gu Chen's intention.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to eat.

Gu Chen looked at his watch, put the documents aside, and went to the cafeteria of Furong Branch with everyone.

Gu Chen was on duty at night, so after dinner, Gu Chen returned to the office early.

After finishing the evening shift work, Gu Chen will have a day off to go home and visit his parents.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Lu Weiwei and He Junchao also came to the office.

Gu Chen gasped and said, "Senior Sister Lu doesn't have a night shift today?"

"Swapped with Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu has something to do temporarily, so I will replace him." Lu Weiwei said with a smile.

Seeing this, He Junchao couldn't help but let out a "goose" laugh.

Lu Weiwei slammed He Junchao hard, and asked him, "Why are you smirking?"

"I'm laughing at Xiao Wu. Every time Gu Chen is on night shift, he has something to do. Is this any different from the sudden cancellation of physical education class?"

"I think it's you, Lu Weiwei... Ugh!"

He Junchao wanted to continue, but Lu Weiwei covered his mouth with his hand in an instant: "Shut up, you, He Junchao, talk a lot, and help colleagues who are temporarily busy. Is that a fine tradition of our criminal investigation team?"

"Okay, then let go of your hands first." He Junchao, whose mouth was covered, said vaguely.

After Lu Weiwei warned He Junchao with her eyes, she let go of her hand, walked to Gu Chen's side and said, "Junior Brother Gu, what are you going to have for supper later?"

"Let's eat noodles, what do you think?" Gu Chen asked.

Lu Weiwei nodded fiercely: "That's good, just eat noodles."

When He Junchao heard this, he said with a look of disdain: "You've just finished dinner, and you're thinking about having supper, tsk tsk, can you, Lu Weiwei, find some other topics besides eating all day long?"

Just when Lu Weiwei was about to fight back, there was a sudden movement at the door.

Ding Liang and Huang Zunlong were escorting a middle-aged man past the three groups of offices.

Seeing that Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei were both there, Ding Liang pushed the middle-aged man to the office.

"be honest."

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, Lu Weiwei hurriedly asked Ding Liang.

Ding Liang showed the back of his hand: "This guy was drunk and beat people, and he even bit me. Take him to your office to sober up first."

"Been bitten again? You Ding Liang has the physique of Lu Dongbin, right? Why does the drunk guy bite you every time?" He Junchao didn't know why, but suddenly discovered some strange connections.

Ding Liang smiled wryly and said, "You think I think so? But the drunks I deal with really like to bite people. How many times have I been bitten on my hand?"

"Then why is Huang Zunlong doing well?" Gu Chen glanced at Ding Liang and asked.

Huang Zunlong explained with a smile: "Because he is the one who handcuffs the drunk every time. Those drunks don't care about this. If you want to torture him, he will bite you."

"When I drink, I feel that I am the best in the world, so I don't care if the police are not the police."

"That's right." He Junchao nodded silently, and suddenly said, "But why did you bring him to our office?"

"Nearest is the principle. I'm too lazy to go upstairs." Seeing that Gu Chen was on duty, Ding Liang, as a roommate, directly found a seat by the window, handcuffed the drunk man's right hand to the iron railing by the window, and then walked Next to the drinking fountain, pour yourself a glass of water.

He Junchao glanced at the drunk man, seeing that he was polite and did not seem like a ruthless master, so he asked him, "Oh, who is that? Why are you drinking so much?"

"Because... because wine is a good thing." The drunk man yawned and said involuntarily.

"Hehe, what kind of nonsense is this? Who doesn't know that wine is a good thing? But it should be done in moderation, right? I have seen many people like you who make trouble when they drink. Seeing your gentle appearance, why are you so polite? Thinking about hitting someone?"

Seeing that the drunk didn't seem to like to talk to him, He Junchao suddenly felt that he was asking for trouble.

On the other hand, Huang Zunlong answered the conversation and immediately broke the embarrassment: "He, discussing the right and wrong of poetry with others, said that what they said was wrong, and made fun of him for being uneducated."

"Talk about it, they are also drinking, why should they let him? Just say a few words to him, this guy is good, he just picked up the bottle and greeted him on the head."

"Hey! So powerful? Can't you tell?" Feeling that this gentle middle-aged uncle is still a ruthless character, He Junchao was immediately interested in the middle-aged man's career, so he hurriedly asked:

"I said... what on earth are you doing?"

"What am I doing? What does it have to do with you?" Seeing He Junchao asking himself back, the middle-aged man directly turned back.

When He Junchao heard it, he was immediately angry: "I said you are a dead alcoholic, you are easy to get beaten if you talk like that?"

"I know, otherwise why do you think I'm here?" The middle-aged man seemed not surprised.

When he came to the police station, he straightened Erlang's legs, as if getting into the police station was already commonplace.

"Yo huh?" Feeling that the middle-aged man was a bit tempered, He Junchao snorted coldly at him, "I mean alcoholic, where is your family's contact information? Tell your family to come over."

"He said he has no family." Hearing He Junchao's remarks, Ding Liang reminded him: "We were in the restaurant just now, and we asked him for a long time, but we didn't talk about it, so we had to bring him here first to let him sober up. "

"Then you'll have to spend the night at the police station tonight." Lu Weiwei couldn't help complaining as she looked at the disdainful middle-aged man.

However, at this moment, the man seemed to be in a good mood, and immediately began to hum and chirp, as if he was singing or reciting a poem.

This operation left everyone dumbfounded.

He Junchao smiled and said: "Fuck, I can't tell, you can also recite poetry? You must be a Chinese teacher?"

"Hehe." Glancing at He Junchao, the middle-aged man said with a light smile, "This is the difference between reading poetry and not reading poetry."

"A person like you who only talks shit, probably has nothing to talk to me about."

After waving his hand, the middle-aged man looked out of the window with a high face.

"Yo huh?" He Junchao was a little bit dissatisfied when he heard the middle-aged man say this: "I said you are a drunkard, and your tone is not small. Who can recite poems?"

"You?" The middle-aged man turned his head, glanced at He Junchao contemptuously, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I guess when you see a lotus, only the little lotus will show its sharp horns, and there have been dragonflies standing on its head, right? "

"In my opinion, those who don't usually read books, alas, this is basically your upper limit, bronze level."

Having said this, the middle-aged man immediately stretched out his thumb, and then directly pointed his thumb down in front of He Junchao.

"Hey!" He Junchao felt anxious after being hit by [-] points, and directly retorted: "Is this a famous sentence?"

"When you see a lotus, you associate it with a little lotus, and only when you think of a small lotus, do you see a dragonfly standing on it. Is this considered to be at the bronze level? Then you can tell me something."

"You should say: the sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one." Glancing at He Junchao, the middle-aged man curled his lips and smiled: "Well, it's nice to say that, at least it's a diamond Let's start, right?"

"See what you've become so smug?" Ding Liang, who was bitten by the middle-aged man, couldn't sit still when he saw the middle-aged man complaining so much, and directly retorted:

"Don't you know how to recite a few poems? What can you be proud of?"

"Hahaha." Hearing Ding Liang's speech, the middle-aged man suddenly felt superior, and said directly: "Young people, speaking is about art."

"When you see the colorful clouds and the sunset, you should say: the sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky."

"Don't just say shit, it's too beautiful."

"When the rain is over and the sky is clear, you should say: The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing close up."

"Instead of just saying, ah, what a breath of fresh air."

"Hey." He Junchao heard the middle-aged man's words, and he immediately saw that this guy has two brushes, so he complained:

"Don't you know two lines of poetry? What's there to be arrogant about? Now it's not ancient times. Can you have a girl if you recite poems right? Is it useful to confess your love to a girl?"

"Hehe, I see that you are a single dog, am I right?" The middle-aged man stared at He Junchao, as if he had seen through everything.

He Junchao suddenly became a little irritable, and hurriedly said, "What are you talking about? What are single dogs and not single dogs? Doesn't it sound good to be called a lone wolf? It sounds like the kind that can kill those who show affection all day long."

"Hehe." The middle-aged man shook his head, and said involuntarily, "So there's a reason why you can't find a girl."

"Let me tell you, you need to read more poems, it can really enhance your own personal charm."

Looking He Junchao up and down, the middle-aged man said again: "Seeing that you have some use for this rotten wood, I will make an exception and teach you a few words."

Seeing that this middle-aged man was drunk too much, he was talking nonsense here again.

He Junchao also sneered, and couldn't help complaining: "You still teach me when you're so drunk?"

"Why can't I teach you?" The middle-aged man glanced at him and said with disdain: "Let me tell you, if you meet a girl you like and confess to her, you should say: You are beautiful, Ching Yang Wanxi, meeting each other, meeting my wish.”

"And don't just say I love you or something like that, isn't it vulgar?"

"Hehe!" He Junchao immediately felt that this guy seemed to be of a certain level after hearing the words of the middle-aged man, and he immediately became interested.

"I said drunkard, but I really can't see that you really have some skills."

"Do you think they are all like you?" The middle-aged man pointed to everyone in the office, and said with disdain: "I don't even look up to you, especially you."

"Me?" He Junchao pointed to himself, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"Single dog, just now I said the three words 'I love you' too much and I lost my feeling. Do you understand?"

He Junchao: "..."

Seeing He Junchao's embarrassment, the middle-aged man immediately said again: "I want a girlfriend, you can also say: 'Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I want to know if you are deeply interested' Is this very classy? Can it improve your personal temperament? ?”

"Hehe." Feeling that this guy is still on top, He Junchao immediately retorted: "Then what if you don't have a girlfriend?"

"What? You don't have a girlfriend?" The middle-aged man suddenly raised his tone and said this sentence very loudly.

The office at the moment is full of various embarrassments.

"Ahem." He Junchao coughed dryly twice, and said involuntarily, "This...that's not the point, I'm just making an analogy, for example, I don't have a girlfriend."

"It looks like you're still pretending." Raising his eyebrows, the middle-aged man said with a look of disdain: "If you don't have a girlfriend, I can teach you something. Listen carefully: It's useless to be straight, and it's okay to be melancholy. mad."

"What do you mean?" He Junchao was stunned, and looked at the middle-aged man with a dull expression.

"It's just that I love you, and it has nothing to do with you." Gu Chen, who was reading the information at the side, said casually.

This statement caught the attention of the middle-aged man.

Looking at Gu Chen, the middle-aged man also smiled in surprise: "I can't tell, there is a guy here who knows a little bit of poetry, young man, you are right, that's what you mean."

Glancing at He Junchao, who was still in a daze, the middle-aged man said again: "So do you understand? Didn't the girlfriend come after talking about it?"

"So let me tell you that if you read more poems, in the long run, it can improve your temperament, improve your aesthetics, and enrich your imagination."

Pulling on his collar, the middle-aged man also said confidently: "The chest is full of literary and ink, and the stomach is full of poetry and calligraphy."

"Speaking closer, be more realistic, get a few more points for composition, and improve your Chinese performance. Isn't that something you can do by hand?"

Glancing at the files on Gu Chen's table, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "Don't talk about composition, how about improving your file sorting ability?"

"That's why Tang poetry is like a mountain, the endless moonlight wine is strong, Song poetry is like wine, and the endless lovesickness and sorrow..."

He Junchao couldn't sit still anymore after being stunned by the middle-aged man's words, and hurriedly asked him: "So, what do you do? Don't tell me that you are a contemporary poet?"

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(End of this chapter)