when the moon whispers

Chapter 55 - The Girl - Returning to the Team

case three girls
four return
The sky is clear and the sun is lovely.

The long-lost and bright early winter warm sun seems to drive away all the frost, fog and haze that has accumulated since the beginning of winter, silently embracing the limbs and skeletons of pedestrians in a hurry.

Jiang Mo drove her brown jeep, which was covered in excrement and mud during the evidence collection period, to the car dealership across the street from the Municipal Bureau, and looked out of the car window. A car wash team simply handed over the keys to a familiar young apprentice, agreed on a time to pick up the car, turned around and put his pockets in his pockets, and walked loosely and briskly in the direction of the main entrance of the Municipal Bureau.

However, just after walking a few steps, Jiang Mo was inexplicably stopped at the intersection by a breakfast trolley.

The old woman pushing the cart standing behind the glass screen of the booth hesitated for a long time before shouting, "That police officer, stop!" "What's the matter with who's last name? A shallot rushed over from behind the flower bed as if its butt was on fire, trying to hug Jiang Mo by the waist, like a little thug blocking the way.

Jiang Mo immediately subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the top of Xiao Cong Tou's head, squeezed his little face for a closer look, and then suddenly remembered the relationship between the grandparent and grandson and her - just a few months ago The little girl who chased the ball out of the intersection that day and almost caused a catastrophe actually grew a little taller, and her short, fluffy hair was shaved into a square inch by his grandma.

Jiang Mo looked at the dog-like hair and couldn't hold back his chuckle. He let go of his hands and let the onion rest on her stomach with his neck. He hugged her tightly for a moment before letting go.

"Holding so tightly, the snot is rubbing against the police sister, hey...shame!" The old lady stopped the cart, habitually took a wooden block from the cart and put it in front of the wheel, and then pressed hard on the apron. After rubbing it twice and wiping his hands, he took out a red plastic bag from the newly welded iron box, "Officer, this—you take this."

"Bribe me on the main road, old lady? I can't accept that..." Jiang Mo first smiled and refused, propping the head of the shallot with one hand, and turned his head to glance at the brand-new countertops and handlebars of the breakfast stall. "It seems that business has been going well recently?"

"Before, outsiders were not allowed to set up stalls in the morning market here, so I could only take the pea seedling cat in the corner, and the things didn't sell well. Since you came to me last time to bring breakfast, many police comrades went to work later. When my son came to the morning market, he always looked for my stall. When he saw a lot of policemen coming to take care of the business, he let me go in and set up a stall in the market. Only then did the business start. Just in time for Doumiao’s parents to come back early after work at the construction site , Just give my little broken car to clean up again, earn more money, and this brat can go to a better preschool next year."

Grandma Doumiao laughed a few times, and began to babble with a smile on her face. She tore open the red pocket and handed it to Jiang Mo, "It's just some fruit that hangs from the field in my hometown. I eat it at home. It's not big or pretty, girl. Don't be disgusted, take it to everyone to taste, it's sweet! Last time, in order to avoid this brat, the car crashed like that, and then I took care of my business by the way, I don't know what to say... A bag doesn’t even count as ten yuan, so take it and eat it!”

Having said that, Jiang Mo couldn't live up to the hardship that Doumiao's grandmother had to endure for several days. She refuted the old lady's thin point. She took the red bag and secretly put it in Doumiao's hat as she ran away excitedly. After stuffing about fifty dollars, he watched the grandfather and grandson slowly push the cart away, turned around and walked to the main entrance of the city bureau with a bagful of apples. From a distance, he saw a young man standing in front of the communication room, holding an apple in his hand. A paper bag, hurriedly circled around the logistics uncle Song who routinely collected letters and express them upstairs every morning.

"Good morning, Uncle Song!" Jiang Mo first saluted the old comrade from a distance, then looked at the young man's back with a bit of surprise. He took a few steps closer and then recognized the person in surprise. He raised his knuckles and tapped lightly on the young man's back. On the helmet on the back of the neck, "...Li Fubei?"

Li Fubei didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at first, and was sweating profusely to ask if Police Officer Jiang was there. He was in a hurry to get to work, and could he please deliver the things to Police Officer Jiang—until he was knocked like a wooden fish again After a few times, Uncle Song, who was sorting out the mail, looked at the person behind him with a smile like a fool, and Li Fubei turned his head impatiently, and then flicked in front of Jiang Mo with a face like a ghost. Kai: "Jiang Jiangjiang...Officer Jiang?"

"Yes, yes...it's me. Why are you still stuttering? It's like Shao Jie." Jiang Mo pursed his lips mid-sentence, pretending that nothing happened, and took out a few small apples from the plastic bag. The person who saw it shared it all, and then gave a signal to the brother on guard, and helped him hide by the window of the communication room. He turned around and asked: "What grievances do you have to come all the way here? Aren't you here?" Work at a convenience store? Did you just say you wanted to bring something to me? What did you bring? A complaint?" "No..." Li Fubei saw that Jiang Mo was still a little frightened. He scratched the back of his head for a long time before saying: "Brother Jie asked me to deliver something to you... I delivered the stuff. What about that? I'm almost late for work at the convenience store -"

Li Fubei groaned for a while, then seemed to gather his strength again, and threw the scripted words onto Jiang Mo. Before Jiang Mo caught the paper bag and asked a word, he had already run away. He was parked next to the little e-donkey on the side of the road, and he had just jumped a few tens of meters when Jiang Mo yelled, "Put on the helmet!", trembling, and hurriedly stopped and buckled his head, confused He turned his head back and nodded in greeting, and then completely stalked into the morning rush hour in the urban area that was not yet completely over.

"Jiang'er, do you know me?" Uncle Song packed up a stack of paperwork and mail, spit and began to count them by department, stretched his neck and looked in the direction where the little eDonkey disappeared, and said slowly: "I'm still a little impatient, very Let me bring your things in for you directly, and I will tell him that personal belongings must be registered with the guard first, and Lao Zhao will go to the bathroom and wait for a while, he is still in a hurry. Didn’t you drive today?”

"Old Geng said that if I don't wash my car, I will ask a tow truck to tow it away... I left it in line for the car wash at the intersection in front of me, and I walked over just one street away. It contains... cold medicine and band-aids——"

Jiang Mo lowered his head and shook the specially delivered paper bag, raised his eyebrows when he saw the Band-Aid, and glanced at the wound on his left index finger cut by broken glass from the corner of his eye. After a little thought, he shook his head helplessly and smiled, After saying hello to Uncle Song, he walked towards the main building, and suddenly saw Geng Zhi holding a "life and death book" pacing outside the hall, and hurriedly picked up his pace and headed upstairs under the serious gaze of his late-comer criminals. Li Chong.

It was the time when the staff of each department came to work one after another, and [-]% of the colleagues in the internal logistics and publicity were already rushing to the front line of the battle to recover the documents and manuscripts.

Jiang Mo routinely wandered around in front of the elevator in the main building, watched the elevator stop on the first floor, stopped for a long time, then turned around and slipped into the stairwell at the end of the corridor, carefully holding the bag that was cut by the fruit stem and leaves in his pocket. A bag of small apples arched open the fire door on the floor of the criminal investigation office - she grabbed the phone with one hand and squeezed the paper bag in the other, with both arms holding the red plastic bag that was about to die, half of her body was awkwardly stuck in the crack of the door , Xiao Letian, who was hesitating whether to call out for free, came over to extend his hand to help, but suddenly poked his head over from behind the fire door with the full force of the hydraulic rod, and smoked a puff of smoke floating in his nostrils.

Jiang Mo didn't see the face clearly, he was startled by the smoking head first, and the arched half pulled his body back suddenly to dodge, but his arms and apples were still squeezed on the other side of the fire door. A second before Baluo rolled to the ground, he tried to keep his grip—unexpectedly, this bag of little apples longing for freedom had already rolled to both sides of the corridor, and the paper bag that was hooked by his fingertips was also thrown away, and it was scattered in Jiang Mo subconsciously. Stretch out the feet to prey on, sacrifice heroically into a few pill boxes that were trampled flat.

"Beautiful... It is farther than the heavenly maid scattered flowers."

Jiang Mo sighed speechlessly, put the little plastic bag left by Little Apple by the door, and tried to slam the fire door open with his strength, but was screwed too tightly by the door The hydraulic rod staggered, so he could only curse and crawl sideways out of the stairwell, rolling up his arms and sleeves, preparing to grab the smoking head to act as a coolie, and help her pick up all the apples first.

She turned around, raised her eyelids and looked at the colleague who had already pinched his cigarette butt and went to the window sill to find an ashtray, squinted against the hazy halo at the end of the corridor, blinked twice in disbelief, and suddenly opened wide round.

"...you...my mother...Wen Chen?"

(End of this chapter)