While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 253 Heavy Snow Flies
Near noon, Song He and Gu Raozhen had finished assisting the East District Police Station. Although there were also nearly ten cases, the time-consuming was slightly longer than that in the Central District.

The main reason is that the police officers of the East District Police Station are not familiar with Song He's behavior style, and there is no acquaintance to cooperate, so the efficiency of handling the case cannot be improved.

But even so, Qian Wuchang, chief of the East District Police Department, was still frightened by Song He's efficiency: "Hey! I said why is Zhao Dadao so fierce, so I got a talent like you!"

Song He responded politely, and said in his heart: He is a genius.

Qian Wuchang couldn't see what was going on in Song He's mind, but he made no secret of his admiration for Song He. He patted Song He's shoulder with a malicious smile and said, "Do you want to jump ship? The treatment here is better than that at Zhao Dadao's." many."

Song He resigned jokingly: "Qian Bureau, don't make fun of me. I am a member of the police station whether I want to change jobs or not. If you say hello to me, can I ignore you?"

Qian Wuchang was also joking, and laughed out loud after hearing Song He's words: "This is so succinct and comfortable to listen to. Haha."

"Well, next year I can invite you to come to my place for a few exchanges. With your words here, don't hide when the time comes."

Song He smiled and said: "I can't ask for it, how can I hide."

Under the strong persuasion of the popular Qian Wuchang, Song He and Gu Raozhen had lunch at the East District Police Station, and then bid farewell to the enthusiastic and somewhat scary Qian Wuchang, and slowly rushed to the West District Police Station.

However, after seeing Song He and Song He, the chief of the Western District Police Station, Chen Ming, directly expressed his dissatisfaction. The main reason was that Song He ranked the Western District Police Station as the third one for assistance.

"Bureau Chen, although I assisted Bureau Li and Bureau Qian this morning." Song He smiled and sat opposite Chen Ming, who stared at his small eyes, and said: "But you see, I have prepared to devote all my time this afternoon to The West District Police Department, if you say you don’t take it seriously, then what do you mean by taking it seriously.”

Chen Ming rolled his eyes, and said in an uncontrollable loud voice: "Where's the North District?"

"I won't go to the North District." Song He waved his hand and said, "The Wei Bureau said that Liu Renwei was busy enough to come over, and the difficult case was settled, so he didn't ask Zhao Bureau for assistance."

Chen Ming snorted: "Wei Zhihai is lucky. He left Ma Xuexian and Liu Renwei. His assessment this year is probably a little worse than yours in Nancheng District."

"It's unreasonable! Why don't I have a single soldier under my command!"

Song He smiled and said nothing. Both Ma Xuexian and Liu Renwei were specially trained by him, and he still provides them with suspect information from time to time.

In addition, Wei Zhihai had reached an agreement with Zhao Congjun long ago, and would often ask Song He to exchange and train in the past, so the professional level of the police officers under him naturally improved faster than other urban areas.

But Chen Ming is also a common problem among bureau chiefs. Who doesn't have elite soldiers?It's just that he habitually wants to take all the talents into his own hands.

Song and He chatted with Chen Ming for a while, cheering up the loud, squinting chief, and then began to help the police analyze the case.

Song He and Gu Raozhen didn't return to the Nancheng District Police Station until it was almost time to get off work.

"Old Zhao, it's been snowing all day, have the traffic police been sent out?" Song He shook the snowflakes on his head and sat directly opposite Zhao Congjun.

Zhao Congjun looked worriedly at the white misty world outside the window, and snorted: "I was dispatched in the morning, and I will be with you."

Song He knew that Zhao Congjun was definitely more experienced than himself in arranging police dispatches in such bad weather, so he stopped worrying and gave a brief report on his day's work.

"You can do it, kid!" Zhao Congjun raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid it's you at this speed!"

Song He shrugged and said, "Since Boss Qin wants to fight, I'll help him. After all, the aid team is in Yucheng. If the rate of solving crimes can't increase, how can we be the leader of the province."

Zhao Congjun sized Song He up, nodded and smiled, "Your view of the big picture is getting better and better now. It's rare."

Song He sneered: "It's like how petty I used to be."

"You?" Zhao Congjun recalled it for a while, and laughed: "When you first came to receive the bonus, your eyes almost popped out. And because a thief hurt you, you just took revenge on a dozen thieves , and said that he was arrogant?"

Song He waved his hands indifferently and said, "Who is still young and frivolous?"

Zhao Congjun disagreed: "You were young and frivolous. It was only half a year ago."

Song He is shameless: "This shows that this genius grows fast!"

"You are a genius!"

The two fought and fought like this, and soon they both burst into laughter.

In a daze, the police officers outside the office didn't know whether they were influenced by the two, or because of the refreshingness brought by the first snow in winter, and their moods became inexplicably happy.

Song He and Zhao Congjun, who were in the office, both felt relaxed, as if the exhaustion from busy work had been washed away by the heavy snow outside the window.

When Song He returned home, the parents who had already received the news had already prepared dinner for their son. Regardless of the portion or taste, Song He, who had not been home for a long time, felt very warm.

Song's father was also in a good mood, opened a bottle of white wine, placed a wine cup in front of his son and himself, and after repeatedly promising to do more housework, Song's mother promised that she could only drink three glasses.

Song He poured wine for his father and himself with a smile, then picked up his own glass and drank it down.

"Brat, can't you slow down, is it easy for me to have a drink!"

Father Song glared at Song He, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Song's mother gave the father and son a blank look, and then frequently picked up food for Song He. The attitude of treating them differently was extremely obvious.

Song He also enjoyed this kind of dinner very much, chatting happily with his parents, not caring whether he was full or not.

At midnight, Song He fell into a deep sleep, planning to use sweet dreams to relieve mental fatigue.

However, just as he and most of the people in Yucheng fell asleep, in a police station in a certain county in Ling Province, there was a gloomy and depressing atmosphere from the not-so-clean windows of the duty room.

Outside the duty room, it was also snowing heavily, while the indoors were dimly lit and smoky.

Two police officers were standing in the dim light, one was younger, thinking about something solemnly.The other person was older, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, frowning tightly, looking preoccupied.

The two glanced at each other occasionally, but neither spoke.

The ashtrays placed casually next to the smoking police officer were filled with cigarette butts, clearly indicating where the smoke in the room came from.

But even so, he still had no intention of stopping. After putting out the cigarette butt that had burned to the end in the ashtray, he let out a long breath, shook his hands and took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, and put it in his mouth. To light.

The young police officer really couldn't see it, and waved his hands displeasedly to disperse the smoke screen in front of him: "I think if you continue to smoke like this, you will smoke yourself to death before the surname Niu is arrested."

The smoking police officer paused his hands when he heard the words, took the cigarette from his mouth with the hand holding the lighter, sighed heavily, and sneered, "They caught the suspect before the rescue team came, what do you expect? "

(End of this chapter)