Chapter 1839

"My face..." Zhao Ziqian patted his face and growled, "You have lost all of it."

Zhao Ziqian is usually polite when talking to his subordinates. He has never been so angry. At this time, when he got angry, many people present were scared to bow their heads and kept silent, but there were exceptions.

The representative of the trace department was dissatisfied with Zhao Ziqian's accusation: "what do you mean we have lost all your face? Don't you have any responsibility at all?"

Zhao Ziqian just felt that someone had hit him hard with a stick, but he didn't know how to refute for a moment.

Under the surprised gazes of other people, the representative of the Trace Section said again: "Team Zhao, it's not that we didn't work hard, or that we didn't try our best to find clues, but that the scene was really cleaned up too cleanly, so we didn't find any clues. arrive."

Zhao Ziqian usually gets along with his subordinates, and he doesn't have any leadership airs, but now he is refuted by his subordinates at the meeting, and he has no place to put his face: "So if we can't find any clues, we can stop investigating? The case is not solved. Can we not break it? Let the unjustly died? Let the murderer go free?"

The representative of the Trace Section played with the pen in his hand, and said in a neutral manner: "We also wanted to find clues, but we couldn't find them. Could it be possible to make fakes?"

"Fake? This is what you, a police officer, should say if you can't find any clues?" Zhao Ziqian was so angry. If he had known that these bastards were so disrespectful to him, he shouldn't be used to them on weekdays. "I think you can go home Go to sleep, this position is not for you."

The representative of the Trace Section kicked back his chair, stood up and retorted: "Old Zhao, you witnessed it with your own eyes, from the dismemberment case to the bar murder case, how many days we worked day and night, how did it get into your mouth? As soon as I said it, it became that we were playing and didn't find clues. You told me to go home, but I would like to ask you, what are you doing these days? What have you gained?"

Mad, he really has nothing to gain, even the murder case in the bar is a strong clue provided by Hang Jin.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqian really felt that his face was completely lost.

But the same is true of Xiao Zhang from the Trace Department. Doesn't she know how he treats her on weekdays? Just now he just said angry words, but she made him unable to step down in front of so many people. What can I do, I can only hold on: "You, what do you mean?"

Xiao Zhang, the representative of the trace department: "You still don't understand what I mean?"

Zhao Ziqian's voice was almost hoarse: "I don't understand, please tell me clearly."

Xiao Zhang, the representative of the trace department, said again: "Well, since you asked me to say it, I will say it. All of us do our jobs well in our positions. I haven't heard of anyone with particularly outstanding achievements. But no one has held back the team, but you, Team Zhao, are you sure you can solve the recent cases without the help of Young Master Hang?"

Xiao Zhang is like a roundworm in Zhao Ziqian's stomach. Every word he said hits the weakness that Zhao Ziqian cares about most.

It turned out that not only he himself felt that he was not good enough, but his subordinates didn't say so, but they also thought so. If he didn't reflect on himself, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment in Cangshan District might have no face to continue working.

I understand it in my heart, but I can't lose my aura, otherwise I can really go home and nurse my child.

He added: "I didn't do my essential work well. You can do it, then come here, and I will leave this case to you to solve."

Zhao Ziqian threw the folder on the table heavily, turned around and walked out of the meeting room.

Everyone in the conference room looked at me and I looked at you, Xiao Zhou said: "Xiao Zhang, you were too much just now. We have seen how hard Team Zhao has worked and solved many cases over the years. We cannot deny his work ability and work attitude just because of the recent few cases."

"I know it all, but look at what he did just now, I just said a word, and he told me to go back, so I couldn't help but say a few more words." Xiao Zhang also regretted what he had said, but said it Words are like poured water, which cannot be taken back.

"It seems that you really need a new leader." Jiang Zhen, who hadn't spoken for a while, said something abruptly, then got up and left.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, what does Jiangda Forensic Doctor, who usually never talks about things outside of work, suddenly say this, what does it mean?

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Back in the office, Zhao Ziqian lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs.

Xiao Zhang, the representative of the trace department, was not wrong in what he said just now, and it was precisely because he talked about the pain that he cared about most that he became so angry.

Did they think he didn't want to solve the case?

Did they think he didn't want to catch the murderer sooner?

He thought, he couldn't imagine it, but he didn't know whether his brain was not enough, or the murderer was getting more and more cunning. After the recent few cases happened, he still investigated the cases as usual, but he couldn't solve the case for a long time. , and fell into the traps dug by the enemy again and again.

The purpose of the meeting just now was to discuss the corpse dismemberment case, but it turned into a quarrel meeting without any result, which was extremely detrimental to the progress of the case.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Ziqian already understands that he can't go on like this, and must find a way to break through. As long as there is new progress in the case, the conflicts among colleagues will disappear.

After figuring out what to do, Zhao Ziqian took two more puffs of cigarettes, then pressed the cigarette end into the ashtray, picked up the landline on the desk and made a call: "Ju Han, I'm going to report to you now matter."

It's not asking if the other party is free, but directly explaining what you mean. It's rare for Zhao Ziqian to be so strong. He hung up the phone after directly explaining his intention.

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Jingle Bell--

Hang Jin, who was on vacation with injuries, was soundly asleep, and was woken up by a phone call.

"Which bastard doesn't want to live anymore!" He grabbed the phone with one hand, wishing he could smash it, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the word "Queen Dowager" displayed on the screen of the phone, and hurriedly answered the phone, his tone still irritated by being woken up, "Queen Dowager ,what happened again?"

Yin Nianxiao's deliberately gentle voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Son, Mom has something to discuss with you."

"Queen Mother, if you have something to say, just tell me, don't do Tai Chi with me, I'm afraid." Most of the time, Yin Nianxiao called Hang Jin like a brat, but suddenly she called her son softly, and Hang Jin had an intuition that there must be something wrong. Still a very bad thing.

Yin Nianxiao coughed lightly: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it, I just want you and Yang Yang to go home for dinner."

Let them go home for lunch, his queen mother is always in a commanding tone, okay, when did he treat him so well.

Hang Jin didn't believe that it was as simple as eating, but the Queen Mother wanted to act and he would accompany her: "Queen Mother, I just told you last night that you have to leave some space for me to fall in love with the little idiot, you won't be so fast Forget it again."