While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 543
"Hehe, isn't your Captain Zhou too much? Why do you and Xiaoxue have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year?"

I don't know how many times Song's mother's complaints rang out at home, and her words were full of dissatisfaction with Zhou Kai.

Song He stood at the door changing his shoes, heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at the same time: "Mom, when he came to our house last time, you called him Xiao Zhou. Look now, Captain Cheng Zhou."

"It's Chinese New Year, you have to rest." Mother Song handed the coat to Song He, rolled her eyes, and said with deep resentment, "Thanks to you working so hard, you can't rest for a few days during Chinese New Year."

Song He obediently put on his coat, smelled the free and fragrant cold air outside the door, forcibly erased the relieved expression on his face, and put on a helpless expression: "I need it for work."

Song's mother watched Song He cover up the police uniform in his coat, with a flash of pride in her eyes, but also said with some distress: "Who knew you would be so busy, if you knew it, you might as well be a non-staff consultant."

"Oh, isn't it just working overtime!" Father Song's voice sounded at the right time, gave Song He a clear look, and said with a smile: "When He He put on the police uniform back then, you took pictures of him to show off to relatives Where did the heat and energy go?"

"At that time, you also made a point of teaching people about epaulettes and police ranks. Now, when a whole family sees a police officer, they look at their epaulettes and compare their size with He He."

Song's mother glared at Song's father: "Have you finished chopping the dumpling stuffing?"

Father Song shrank his head subconsciously, and suddenly realized something, and said with a flattering smile: "Hehe has already chopped it up..."

Song's mother didn't wait for Song's father to finish, but she already stared: "Have the flowers been watered? Have the fish been fed? Is the humidifier turned on? There is no work at home, right?"

Standing at the door, Song He's Adam's apple rolled, and he was surprised to find that even though he had contracted all the housework he could think of, his mother was still able to find the things he didn't do, and then threw them all to his father.

"Well, Mom, I'm leaving first! Otherwise I'll be late!"

After Song He finished speaking, he went downstairs with his police cap on his shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would be pulled back if he walked too slowly.

Father Song listened enviously to the sound of his son's footsteps going farther and farther away, and then saw the open door slowly closing, let out a sigh of relief, turned around and started looking for work.

Song He, who walked out of the house, walked briskly, opened the murderer system while walking, and looked at the list of tasks to be completed that was much shorter than the same period last year, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

Then he confirmed the location of the targets one by one, edited them into text messages by category, and sent them to the leading police officers in charge of different types of cases.

These police officers who received the text messages, while replying a text message of thanks to Song He one after another, also expressed their gratitude to Song He's non-existent informant "Little Dragon" overtly and secretly. above gratitude.

The reason for this is entirely because as long as Song He returns to Yucheng, he will use the murder-hunting system to screen the mission targets that can be detected.

As for the information from unknown sources, he pushed it to his non-existent exclusive informant "Little Dragon".

This led to the fact that the informant, created to deceive others, was gradually respected by the Yucheng police officers after Song He provided information again and again.

As of today, the reputation of "Little Dragon" has not only spread among the Yucheng police circles, but also had a considerable impact on the circle of criminal suspects in Yucheng, so much so that many suspects with dragon characters in their names were beaten. Scold isolated!
Regarding the impact of his own actions, Song He, the instigator, listened to it as an anecdote, and after hearing it, he still made various reports in the name of "Little Dragon", without any restraint.

Not long after sending the message, Song He came to the case center and met his longing girlfriend.

"Xiaoxue, I miss you to death!"

As soon as he entered the office, Song He opened his arms with an exaggerated expression, and ran two quick steps towards Wu Xuerui who was sitting upright reading a book.

Wu Xuerui raised her pretty face slightly, and the evil light appeared in her almond eyes, which made Song He tremble with fright, and hurriedly slowed down, smiled flatteringly twice, and sat obediently on the workstation opposite Wu Xuerui.

"Dare to be arrogant to my old lady, and chop off your crime tool!" Wu Xuerui smiled at the corner of her mouth, glanced at Song He, who seemed to be obedient, and slowly closed the book.

"I haven't committed a crime yet!" Song He raised his eyebrows in panic, and then said with a smirk: "Let's go and get a legal license to hold a gun. It's not considered a crime tool, it's legal..."

"Shut up!" Wu Xuerui scolded in embarrassment, her ears turned red instantly.

Song He laughed complacently, and felt that his girlfriend, who was usually heroic and capable, reacted very cute at this time.

"Still laughing!" Wu Xuerui was ashamed and angry, her eyes widened and her lips pouted: "A dog can't spit out ivory!"

"It's been a long time since I've dated you..." Song He spread his hands and smiled, but suddenly stopped talking with surprise on his face, and moved his gaze to the door.

Seeing this, Wu Xuerui knew that Song He's hearing was sensitive, and she obviously heard footsteps approaching, so she adjusted her expression and looked towards the door.

But it's not surprising that the two were curious. After all, Zhou Kai accompanied Lin Xuefei to the shooting range every day after the holidays. Ma Xuexian also dedicated his time to his girlfriend and Hu Ya. As for Lin Hui and Gu Xiaole, they returned to their hometowns early.

Therefore, due to their running around on weekdays, there are few people visiting the offices where there are few people. Now, during the even more deserted New Year's Eve, visitors are even more rare.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

"Come in."

Song He's words sounded almost at the same time as the knock on the door, which made the people outside the door stunned for a moment, hesitated a little before pushing the door open.

"Consultant Song, you are indeed here." The visitor laughed when he saw Song He. It was Ma Xuexian's former partner, Liu Renwei.

Seeing that it was him, Song He joked with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for a while, so I have to call you Instructor Liu now."

"Consultant Song, please don't laugh at me, tell me Renwei to be at ease." Liu Renwei waved his hand, walked up to Song He, glanced at Wu Xuerui, and said a little coyly:
"I just received your text message. I thought you might be here, so I asked the concierge when I was catching people nearby, and I came up."

"What are you trying to do, talk about things if you have something to say, why not be polite." Song He pointed to the chair beside him, and said with a smile: "You are now the instructor of the anti-pickup brigade in the city, and you can let go of the police. It's still restrained."

"Besides, it's not about the relationship between the few of us."

Liu Renwei smiled, and pulled the chair Song He was pointing at to the two of them to sit down, but he still said awkwardly: "Isn't it a year, I'm thinking about coming to see you..."

"Don't listen to me anymore, why are you hiding it?" Song He had already guessed the intention of coming from Liu Renwei's awkward expression, pointed to his bulging clothes and said, "Take it out quickly, we are just bored."

"I still can't hide anything from Consultant Song." Liu Renwei finally let go of his burden when he heard the words, and took out two things from his arms with joy, and handed them to Song He with both hands: "Consultant Song, come and eat if you are free. Meal."

"Congratulations, congratulations! We must be here!" Song He smiled when he saw this, and took the simple but festive invitation card and the small red cloth bag filled with melon seeds and peanut candy with both hands, suddenly feeling that this new year's festival will be more festive than previous years.

(End of this chapter)