spirits in throat

At noon, the lounge on the third floor of the Municipal Bureau.

"It's a coincidence," a psychologist in a suit and leather shoes took a cup of tea from Zhou Ye, smiled and said, "The results of the psychological test of this police officer are exactly the same as yours."

Zhou Ye took the report paper and looked at it, almost laughing out loud on the spot.

He just told Rong Zhao yesterday that he can't get full marks in the psychological test, and today he was used as a model to create a narcissistic personality.

Xueba's ability to control points is quite good.

Zhou Ye looked at the report in front of him, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously. He had never seen such an interesting person.Obviously he always looked indifferent and impatient with himself.

"Officer Rong's psychological test is basically okay, so he can work as a criminal police officer," the psychologist suggested kindly, "As leaders, you should pay more attention to the mental health of your subordinates, talk to them more, and give them more care."

Zhou Ye nodded: "We must follow the advice of experts."

"Can I trouble you to write down your suggestion just now in the report." Zhou Ye handed over a pen and said, "My subordinate has a bad temper and is very rebellious. He doesn't listen to the leader and always thinks that the leader Finding fault on purpose."

"This temper is too bad, I can't get along in the workplace, so you have to manage it well," the psychologist said while writing, "Suggestion: talk to the leader more often."

"Add one more sentence at the end," Zhou Ye said after thinking for a while, "Respect the leader, love the leader and listen to the leader more."

The psychologist put down his pen, turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ye, "You can't write like this, the more you write like this, the easier it is to arouse people's rebellious psychology."

Zhou Ye thought about it again: "Then it's okay to be friends with the leader."

"This is fine." The psychologist handed the written medical order to Zhou Ye, looked him in the eyes and said, "And yourself, I found that you are not only a little narcissistic personality. You are also a little delusional, don't you I always fantasize that I am a prince in exile, with noble blood and incomparable wealth."

"It's true," Zhou Ye said very sincerely, "It's not a fantasy."

The psychologist knew Zhou Ye's sexual orientation, and also knew that he was a face-controlling person. Then he said: "Then I met a handsome and noble prince from a neighboring country, and they got married and lived happily together. .”

The expert looked at Zhou Ye, his body movements and micro-expressions showed that he was not lying: "I even lied to myself, the illness is unclear. I have a friend who is good at psychological counseling and treatment, and I can introduce it to you."

"No, thank you!" Zhou Ye picked up another report and looked at it after finishing speaking, "The hypnosis result shows normal."

There was no tendency to kill as Qi Ju said.

A person who has the ability to control the results of psychological tests cannot be 100% ruled out that he has the ability to resist hypnosis.

Zhou Ye didn't say much, and politely sent the expert away, sent the report to Bureau Qi, and formally sent Rong Zhao back to the First Criminal Investigation Team.

Director Qian was so angry that he almost dropped the mouse when he received the transfer order email from his superiors: "Too much bullying!"

Wuduo Jinhua in the back office didn't know what had happened, so she hurriedly asked Director Qian what was wrong, and if there was another moth on Team Zhou's side.

"Zhou Ye asked Xiao Rong to leave," Director Qian thumped his heart angrily, wishing to take a few mouthfuls of oxygen. He originally planned to train Rong Zhao as his successor, so naturally he was reluctant to let him go. I clicked the mouse and got up and said, "No, I'll go find Qi Ji Theory."

"Director Qian," Rong Zhao looked up from the computer screen, "I asked to go."

Director Qian stopped where he was, paused and said, "Xiao Rong, have you thought it through?"

Wuduo Jinhua was even more reluctant to part with Rong Zhao: "Brother Rong!"

Rong Zhao got up, compared to the reluctance of others, his expression was indifferent, like a person without emotion: "Thank you for taking care of me these two days."

Rong Zhao's desk still has a lot of snacks that have been fed, and Da Hua has even planned his breakfast recipe for the coming week.

Cui Lita was the saddest. This feeling was like a gem that was finally picked up was suddenly snatched away. Her heart was empty, and her nose was sour: "Brother Rong."

Rong Zhao doesn't like this kind of scene, he has always been straightforward and doesn't like to be dragged by various emotions.

In the end, Director Qian and Wuduo Jinhua helped Rong Zhao pack his things, and sent him to the first criminal investigation team with the reluctance to marry his daughter.

"Zhou Ye," Director Qian shouted angrily at the door of the office of the Criminal Investigation Team [-], "come out."

I saw two bundles of colorful balloons tied on the desk, and a small red banner was horizontally placed between the two bundles of balloons, with the words "Welcome New Colleagues" written on it, and a few hand-painted hearts were dotted beside the banner.

Fan Yao, Zheng Ke and others all stood up, looking at Rong Zhao eagerly, with a happy smile on their faces.

The entire criminal investigation team was beaming.

The people in the back office felt even more sad.

"Yo, here we come," Zhou Ye came out of the captain's office inside, walked to the seat where new colleagues were welcomed, took down the balloons on it, turned his head and divided two of the five golden flowers, and said with a smile, " Be happy, it's a happy event."

"What about the suona, does anyone know how to play the suona?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and once again felt that this person was mentally ill, and he should have been beaten up last night.

Fan Yao walked over, one by one, and hugged the five golden flowers affectionately: "Sisters, don't worry, we will take good care of Police Officer Rong, treat him as a close colleague, and we will never let him feel wronged in the slightest." .”

Cui Lita secretly wiped tears on Fan Yao's clothes, turned her head and said, "You better do what you say."

Fan Yao laughed until she almost lost her eyesight: "Our first team is not far from your back office, on the same floor. If Brother Rong wants to go back and have a look, he can go back anytime."

Dahua rolled her eyes, and whispered to Fan Yao: "Our brother Rong is younger than you, and we take one mouthful of brother Rong, don't you blush when you cry?"

Fan Yao was not annoyed at all when people were in good spirits on happy occasions. He turned around and took out a large handful of peanut, walnut, and fruit candies from the snack cabinet and distributed them to everyone in the internal support department: "Come, come, eat, eat, you're welcome."

Rong Zhao put his water glass and file bag on the desk where he welcomes new colleagues. He always felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Ye. The other party was looking at him with a half-smile. The two eyes met. Zhou Ye turned his head and pretended to look out the window.

Cui Lita walked up to Rong Zhao, took out a lot of delicious food from the big plastic bag she brought, and put them all on Rong Zhao's table. His eyes became extremely vigilant: "This is for my brother Rong, you are not allowed to snatch it."

"Brother Rong, if someone bullies you, you can tell us, at worst, you will go back to the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"Little freckles," Zhou Ye came over, picked up a lollipop in the shape of a bunny from Rong Zhao's table, opened it, put it in his mouth, and curled his lips, "What are you talking about? Talent, it's too late to pet, how can you be willing to bully him."

Rongrong?

Rong Zhao kicked Zhou Ye's calf under the table, his voice was low and ruthless: "Shut up."

Director Qian understood Zhou Ye's carefree behavior best, so he glanced at his mouth and said, "It's disgusting."

Zhou Ye walked up to Director Qian, held his hand, and continued to say disgustedly: "Congratulations, the former internal affairs department has returned to the Frozen Throne."

"Then I congratulate you too," Director Qian shook off Zhou Ye's hand, smiling gloatingly, "Finally became a former police officer."

The current police officer got up with a cup and was about to pour a glass of water for a drink. Fan Yao rushed up: "Our team has coffee, soy milk, Colago, milk powder, brown sugar water, brown sugar water with ginger juice added, and some without Yes, Brother Rong, what would you like to drink?"

Rong Zhao: "Let's boil water."

After everyone in the internal support department left, Rong Zhao folded up the "Welcome New Colleagues" banner on the table and prepared to throw it into the trash can.

Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and a very annoying voice came: "Rong Rong, a cold-blooded boy."

Rong Zhao looked up and saw Zhou Ye, loosened his fingers, and the banner landed firmly in the trash can: "Let go."

Zhou Ye let go of his hand: "Come to my office."

Rong Zhao got up and followed: "Show me all the information on the June 6.12 case."

Zhou Ye leaned against the desk, his eyes fell on the eyes of the man in front of him: "Tell me first why you care so much about this case."

He paused for a moment, changed his expression, took on a trace of seriousness that he would only have when investigating a case, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Otherwise, you will never even think about contacting this case in your life."

Through these few fights, Rong Zhao has already seen through the captain of the criminal police in front of him. This man looks unscrupulous, but he is actually very strong and domineering in his bones.

No matter what comes out of that mouth is human words or nonsense, truth or lies, he has his bottom line. Once this line is exceeded, he will never give in to others.

Zhou Ye stared into Rong Zhao's eyes, and asked again: "Why do you care so much about this case?"

Rong Zhao turned around and walked to the window, opened the window, and a beam of sunlight came in, making him squint his eyes.

Zhou Ye followed, stood behind Rong Zhao, and followed his gaze to look downstairs.

An old couple in their 50s got off the bus platform at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, and walked towards the gate of the Municipal Bureau with mutual support.

Zhou Ye recognized that they were the parents of No.3 victim He Yanyan.

The old couple only had one daughter, and they had worked so hard for most of their lives, but the daughter had an accident on the night of the university graduation ceremony.

Rong Zhao's eyes followed the old couple until they entered the gate of the Municipal Bureau, and a policewoman led them in.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and found that there was a flash of grief in his eyes, which was exactly the same as the expression on the faces of He Yanyan's parents.

This gave him an illusion for no reason, as if the man around him was a family with them, and their sorrows and joys were connected.

Zhou Ye recalled Rong Zhao's resume. He clearly had no contact with He Yanyan, including their mobile phone communication records and social network accounts.

"The reason why I care so much about this case is because I know He Yanyan." Rong Zhao's eyes fell on a big locust tree outside the window, his dark pupils sank, "I hope to catch him more than anyone else." murderer."

"He Yanyan never sees people or dies." Zhou Ye stood beside Rong Zhao. He was half a head taller than Rong Zhao, and the difference in sight made him look condescending. "How do you prove that you know each other?"

Their relationship seems to be very difficult and full of mystery.

Rong Zhao looked down at the little sunlight falling on the toes, the light shone through the black uppers, making the toes warm.

"There is a very faint tear mole in the left corner of her eye, which falls on the left side of the lower eyelid, which makes her look very weak. She is indeed very weak, and she dare not say a word when she is bullied."

"She likes to eat fish steaks best, the ones that are fried until they are browned and have no fishy smell. Her biggest wish is to buy a massage chair for her parents when she graduates from college and earn money, because they stand and work in the factory all day. Life is too hard."

It was the first time for Zhou Ye to hear Rong Zhao speak so many words in one breath, with such a warm tone and demeanor.

The cold and lonely man in front of him finally had a little vitality.He also lives in the world, not always wrapped in a cloud of fog and ice.

Zhou Ye's gaze was full of scrutiny and questioning, as if he wanted to look into the soul of the other party: "Are you lovers?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, but was not ready to answer his question.

Zhou Ye seemed to be impatient, he frowned slightly, and his voice was low and forceful: "Are you underground lovers?"

The author has something to say: Zhou Ye: After all the happy events, how dare you like others?