Chapter 2067

"Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come to the exploration team."

This sentence seemed to hit the head and echoed repeatedly in Wan Ziliang's mind. It shocked his mind and left him unconscious of the residual pain of his thumb.

The imaging room didn't want him, and the first exploration team didn't want him, so he had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, Wan Ziliang's heart was filled with unspeakable sadness. He wanted to cry without tears. He could not see any hope, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"Boss, Wan Gaogong, he..."

Hu qiufei wanted to intercede with Wan Ziliang. Before she finished, he was interrupted by Chen Qiang and continued to say to Wan Ziliang, "your thumb is badly hurt. Go to the letters and visits office of the Corps these days and come back after you are well fed."

The sudden change caught Wan Ziliang off guard and looked at Chen Qiang in disbelief.

Hu qiufei was also surprised and said, "boss, you scared me to death. I thought you didn't want wangaogong."

"Who said I didn't want him?" Chen Qiang glared at Hu qiufei and said angrily, "here comes a survey group, which is Chen Qiang's soldier. No matter good or bad, he is my soldier. As long as there is no principled error, he will always be my soldier."

"There are always some people in the world. There are always some people worthy of our praise. They are worthy of dependence and worship..." Hu qiufei smiled happily and paid a generous compliment.

"Well, well, that's it. I have something else to do. Let's go first." Chen Qiang turned and left. He seemed to think of something. He turned back and said to Wan Ziliang, "your foundation is too thin. You'd better have more snacks."

"I will." Wan Ziliang's response seemed to have little confidence.

Chen Qiang didn't study deeply. He came and went in a hurry. When he crossed the threshold, the corners of his mouth unconsciously tilted up, as if the plot had succeeded.

Although Chen Qiang left him, Wan Ziliang was not happy. Since he came to the serious case detachment, he lost hope, could not see the road ahead, and was full of confusion, as if he were a walking corpse. He came and went at once.

He doesn't know where he should go in the future.

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The next morning, the blue sky was hung with a fireball like sun, and the clouds seemed to have been burned and disappeared without a trace. This is the most difficult day of the year, which makes people helpless.

After last night's rest, Wan Ziliang's thumb is no longer painful, but wrapped in thick gauze, which really affects his outlook.

As usual, he went out at 7:30 in the morning. At 7:42, he crowded into the No. 537 bus to go to work at the bus station downstairs of the shared apartment.

From the shared apartment to the Criminal Investigation Corps, there are a total of ten stops. Because of the morning rush hour, the narrow carriage is more crowded, almost people close to people, and the air conditioner in the car seems to have lost its function. The carriage is full of unpleasant strange smell and sweat smell. When it is stuffy in the dry and hot weather, the two flavors ferment and disgust.

Wan Ziliang resisted his nausea and drifted with the crowd, squeezed into the middle window seat and stood still, looking at the scenery outside to alleviate his discomfort.

"Wow..."

Suddenly, a burst of baby crying echoed in the carriage, adding a little annoyance to the already crowded space.

"What's the matter with this child? It's so noisy."

"Yes, can you coax me?"

"Oh, why do you pull Baba? It stinks to death. Let people eat."

Because of a baby, the carriage is full of life and becomes more and more noisy.

Turn a deaf ear to tiktok, when the station arrives, the passengers on the front seat get off, he quickly takes the seat, and falls on the window, breathing in the fresh air, then he takes out his mobile phone to watch the jitter.

Bus No. 537 went all the way through the residential area and the bustling CBD business district and came to Zhongshan Road. The passengers on the bus were half empty and no longer so crowded.

Wan Ziliang put down his mobile phone and looked at the familiar street view outside the window. He thought silently that he would arrive at the Criminal Investigation Corps after two stops.

"Yo, where's my cell phone? Where's my cell phone?"

At this time, a sudden sound sounded in the carriage and attracted the attention of passengers.

Wan Ziliang looked for fame. He saw the man wearing a yellow T-shirt, torn jeans, tinfoil irons, a hooked nose, triangular eyes and a moustache. He was no more than 30 years old. He was tall and thin like a bamboo pole.

"Bamboo pole" kept touching his body. He felt his pocket all over, but there was no trace of his mobile phone.

On the seat in front of Wan Ziliang, there was a little black and fat man with a half bald head and a shiny sun. When he saw the appearance of "bamboo pole", he immediately showed a clear look and kindly reminded him, "man, it's estimated that you've been picked up. Admit it."

The bus is crowded and full of good and bad people. It is a natural hotbed for petty thieves. They are looking for mobile phones and wallets. They don't know how many similar situations happen every day. Therefore, most people take the bus with extra care. They keep their mobile phones in their hands to prevent being stared at by pickpockets.

Hearing the little black fat man's reminder, "bamboo pole" shook his head flatly: "it's impossible. I just looked at the time."

"Well, whatever you want." Seeing that he didn't listen to advice, the little black fat man shook his head and no longer wasted being a good man.

Suddenly, the "bamboo pole" thought of the key, his face turned horizontal, glanced at everyone in the car, and said fiercely: "the pickpocket must still be in the car. Shit, steal it to me. Who did it when he had the ability to stand up?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

"Don't admit it? Well, I have a way to find you." "Bamboo pole" looked at the little black fat man, his face eased a little and begged, "man, please lend me your mobile phone. I'll make a call."

I have to say, "bamboo pole" is very smart. When a phone calls, his mobile phone rings, and the pickpocket naturally has nowhere to hide.

Before the little black fat man answered, someone couldn't sit still and was ready to move. The "bamboo pole" had noticed for a long time and roared: "sit down for me, or I'll take it as yours."

Although the "bamboo pole" looked thin, his harsh voice and fierce look really oppressed people. The passengers didn't want to cause trouble, so they sat back obediently.

"Bamboo pole" looked at the little black fat man again: "brother, please do me a favor."

"Oh, who's your buddy? You'd better find someone else. I'll be at the station right away." The little black fat man didn't give "bamboo pole" face at all, got up, stood up and walked to the position of the rear door.

Seeing that the bus is tens of meters away, we are going to Zhongshan Road station.

"Bamboo pole" had no choice but to find someone else, and the nearest one to him was Wan Ziliang behind the little black fat man. He begged pitifully: "brother, please help me, lend me my mobile phone."

Wan Ziliang sympathized with the experience of "bamboo pole", and out of professional ethics, he didn't want pickpockets to succeed. He resolutely took out his mobile phone, solved the password lock and handed it to "bamboo pole".

"Thanks, brother." "Bamboo pole" took over the mobile phone, entered the mobile phone number, stared at others with triangular eyes, and scolded: "grass, I see where you hide."

"Ding Dong, Zhongshan road is here. Please get off through the back door..." the arrival reminder sounded in the carriage. The bus speed began to slow down and slowly entered the platform.

Almost at the same time, "Zhugan" dialed the phone and opened the hands-free in front of Wan Ziliang. "Zhugan" widened his triangular eyes. As long as a mobile phone rang, he would rush over without hesitation.

"Master, the grandson called again..."

A funny mobile phone ring came in the car as promised and went into everyone's ears.

Bus No. 537 stops steadily at the stop, and the front and rear doors open slowly.

The passengers were shocked and looked at the source of the sound, including the bus driver. They also looked at the situation in the compartment through the rearview mirror.

Who knows that the source of the sound came from the little black fat man.

"Bamboo pole" was stunned for a moment, and immediately revealed his fierce face. He scolded: "good, you dead bald man. You can install it very well. Return my mobile phone."

The little black fat man was startled. Just at this time, the door had been opened. He quickly jumped out of the car and SA Yazi ran: "fuck you."

"Stop now." "Bamboo pole" reacted quickly, jumped out of the car and chased.

Looking at his short legs, the little black fat man ran unambiguously. Like a black whirlwind, he drilled into the crowd. In addition, he grabbed the first opportunity and threw a large part of the "bamboo pole".

All the passengers in the carriage fell on the window, craned their necks, stared wide, and watched the chase drama with interest.

"Hey, wait..." Wan Ziliang saw that "bamboo pole" chased down. Out of professional instinct, he also chased down and helped catch the little black fat man together.

"Zhugan" and Wan Ziliang chased out tens of meters one after another. Seeing that the little black fat man couldn't escape, he pushed away a passer-by in the way and went into the alley in front of him.

"Bamboo pole" saw the situation badly and shouted to Wan Ziliang behind him: "brother, you chase ahead and I'll go in and surround the block. He can't run away."

"OK." Wan Ziliang answered and continued to rush forward. "Bamboo pole" turned into the alley and pursued it.

Wan Ziliang ran and ran. He found that there were all entrances and exits of the alley in front of him, but he didn't see the little black fat man. He immediately slowed down and realized something was wrong in his heart: there seemed to be something wrong.

His mind turned and he finally remembered that there were all old-fashioned lanes near Zhongshan Road. The roads extended in all directions and the lanes were connected with the lanes. There were dozens of exits at any fork in the road, which were distributed in all directions. It would be good for outsiders who didn't know the way to go in and not to be dizzy. The little black fat man went in and disappeared as long as he didn't see it.

Wan Ziliang thought about it and still felt that there was something wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be so flustered.

Suddenly, he was stunned, his face changed greatly and said, "it's broken, my mobile phone."

He hurriedly turned around and ran back. His idea flickered. His mobile phone was still in the hands of "bamboo pole". The little black fat man would shout to catch the thief, and "bamboo pole" might not. Maybe he was with the little black fat man.

Holding a glimmer of hope, Wan Ziliang panted back to the fork of the road. However, there was no shadow of "bamboo pole" here. Only then did he know that he was really fooled. Don't mention how upset he was.

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