Police Detective

Bai Song stared at the electronic wall clock in the Office of the Political Department at 10:43 on October 17, 2016. He looked at the time with a bit of ecstasy.

　　 "Chairman Bai?" Director Xi of the Political Department saw Bai Song distracted and called out in good faith: "Then according to your arrangement, this time your lower-level location is the police station, Jinbao Street Police Station, right?"

　　 "Oh? Ah... yes." Bai Song replied quickly.

It’s not that he happened to arrange this at 10:43, but he looked at the clock and waited for this moment. This is the moment in his memory. Seeing that the time of the electronic clock has changed to this moment, Bai Song has A wonderful feeling.

　　 Maybe time is reincarnation like this, maybe the coincidence of this world is so amazing.

　　 October 17, 2011, was a Monday, and for the next four years, this day was not a Monday.

　　 And today, October 17, 2016, is Monday again.

　　 Although the application submitted by Bai Song in September was approved, it was impossible to arrange it immediately. Instead, he waited until after the November holiday.

　　 After the eleventh holiday is over, the rest is over again, and the time for the lower grassroots level is arranged, naturally, it is Monday, October 17.

　　 "Chief Bai, can I ask you a question?" Director Xi still couldn't hold back, "Why did they call you Chief Bai? You..."

　　 "Oh, there is nothing wrong with calling Section Chief Bai, I am indeed in an ordinary department." Bai Song replied casually.

　　 "Oh, oh, okay, I understand." Director Xi sighed, regardless of him, anyway, he must be bigger than his official...

　　...

　　 Bai Song is feeling emotional.

　　 Going to a new unit again, a new police station.

　　 Five years ago, on this day and at the same time, he went to work at the Jiuheqiao Police Station alone. (Looking back to the first sentence of Chapter One)

　　 Five years later, I still went to the police station alone, but the situation was completely different.

　　 Bai Song looked at his police rank, second-level inspector.

　　 Right after joining the job, he was a third-level superintendent, the lowest was a second-level superintendent in the deputy department, the lowest was a first-level superintendent in the department, the lowest was a third-level superintendent in the deputy department, and the lowest was a third-level superintendent. Bai Song has won two first-class merits, not to mention the others, so it is reasonable to be promoted to the police rank in advance. Therefore, he should have been a third-level inspector in the deputy department, but he is now a second-level inspector.

Police ranks can be mixed up by age. Many old police officers in police stations are second-level inspectors and first-level inspectors, especially in Beijing. The 50-year-old policeman is a unified-level inspector (two bars and three), but at the age of 26, he is a second-level police officer. Supervisor, Director Xi of the Political Office was stunned.

　　 Director Xi here has the basic information of Bai Song, which is very simple, but has a name and age. In Director Xi’s view, this is a "theoretical impossible" thing, but it just happened...

　　 "How did I get there at that moment?" Bai Song asked.

　　 "I will drive you there personally in a while. Not only will I go there, but Director Qiu, who is in charge of the Political Department, will also go to see you." Director Xi said: "He has an emergency meeting in the morning, and he will come over as soon as he is busy."

　　 "No need, no need," Bai Song waved his hand: "I'll just go by taxi."

　　 "How could that be possible..." Director Xi thought that he had neglected Bai Song: "You, wait again... In this way, I will urge Director Qiu..."

　　 "It's too much trouble..." Bai Song said, "You, just treat me as a basic-level policeman at the police station. I will study when I go."

"Yeah, I told them..." Director Xi wiped his sweat secretly, thinking that the one next to the alarm on your chest, we all wrote "Shangjing", and the "Ministry of Public Security" you wrote was too Conspicuous...

　　 "Oh oh this," Bai Song saw the problem from Director Xi's eyes: "In this way, you can change me a Beijing badge and my police rank, okay? Otherwise, I won't be able to carry out work."

　　 "This...this doesn't meet the regulations...There are regulations to wear according to the standard."

　　 "It's just a matter of reporting with you, I'll take it as a special task." Bai Song knows that many regulations are dead, but they live when they perform some tasks.

　　 For example, to be an undercover agent, is it necessary to obey the police appearance? Bai Song is now studying at the grassroots level. Wearing such a high police rank and special name badge, it is indeed impossible to exercise.

　　 "Then...then I will ask the Autumn Bureau for instructions in a while." Director Xi said: "Then, their police station only has the first and second leaders who know your specific situation, and we won't notify others, how about?

　　 "Okay." Bai Song said: "So, just don't let Director Qiu send me there. It's too conspicuous. It's a great deal of face if you accompany me."

　　 "Well, that's the only way to go, then... Then how do we call you more appropriate?" Director Xi asked again.

　　 "Just call me Inspector Bai," Bai Song said, "Say that I was trained at the grassroots level under the Municipal Bureau."

　　 "You'd better write me an application on paper..." Director Xi actually didn't want to bother Bai Song, but he was still a little panicked and asked Bai Song to write the application himself so that he would not complain.

　　 "It's okay, it's easy", Bai Song took out the pen and paper and started writing directly. He knew that it was useless to write it. This application was reserved for Director Xi himself, and it was impossible to hand it in layer by layer.

　　 "Okay, thank you for your understanding", Director Xi said: "You also know that it is not easy for our grassroots."

　　 Bai Song almost had fun. When did the political office be regarded as the grassroots level, but he nodded: "It's really not easy."

Not long after, Director Qiu came over and chatted with Bai Song for more than ten minutes, and finally agreed to let Director Xi send Bai Song over, and provided Bai Song with the rank of a first-level superintendent. It seemed to be much lower-key. Of course, the badge. It also changed, but the siren did not change.

　　 The alarm signal is allowed to be repeated. For example, the 000001 of each province is the boss of its own province, and each province has it. And Baisong and his unit's 000001 is naturally not more than to say.

　　 So, Bai Song's siren is not conspicuous, because the city bureau also has the same number.

　　 Just like that, after I finished the communication here, Bai Song followed Director Xi’s car to the Jinbao Street Police Station.

The leader of the 　　 office received the call ahead of time and waited outside early. It was approaching noon, and there was no traffic jam. It took more than ten minutes to arrive.

　　 After getting out of the car, Bai Song shook hands with Political Commissar Yan cordially. Today, the leader of Director Kong went out for a meeting. Political Commissar Yan took Deputy Director Hua on duty and came out to pick up Bai Song with a greeting. The four of them entered the police station.

　　 During this period of time, Bai Song also passed by because of not far from here, but this was the first time he entered the police station.

　　 Speaking of it, it may be that the expectations are too high. There is no special feeling for Bai Song. It is no different from the police station he encountered in Tianhua. The pictures on the wall are also the pictures of rescue during the heavy rain in Beijing in 2012.

　　 The police station is not big, there are dozens of rooms inside, and some areas are case-handling areas, and the cafeteria is not big, but overall the space utilization rate is still good.

After entering the gate, Bai Song heard that someone was arguing at the front desk, and the political commissar Yan was curious about Bai Song, so he proactively replied, "We won’t stop this year. Although our area is small, there are many office areas. Samsung mobile phones have a service here. Place."

　　 "Oh oh oh..." Bai Song frowned, it was quite troublesome.

　　 In September of this year, there was a major event in the mobile phone circle. A mobile phone called note7 started its grenade career. Three days ago, on October 14, the recall officially started.

　　 But this does not mean that this matter is over. There are not a few people who come here to report to the police, express dissatisfaction, negotiate with the company, or even sue.

　　 "How many corporate headquarters are there on our side?" Bai Song asked.

"There are not many headquarters, but there are a lot of various offices, so if you are unfamiliar here, let Huasuo drive you around for a while. Our jurisdiction is not large. If you drive to work on weekdays, it’s not enough. Good parking, I suggest taking the subway." Political commissar Yan said: "I have been squeezing the subway for more than ten years."

　　 "I live close, just walk." Baisong is only a few kilometers away from here, and he runs every day.

　　 "Do you live nearby? That's not bad." Huasuo glanced at Baisong, and said that the people who came down from the city council are really rich, and he knows the housing prices around here. But he didn't know that Bai Song was rented together.

　　 "Yeah," Bai Song followed a few people into the police station.

　　 Speaking of it, the police station is almost the same no matter where it is. It is also very busy, very hard, and there are many kinds of chores.

　　 Originally, Bai Song thought that he really came into contact with some upper class society, but it feels good to come here this time. They are simple daily routines in the police station, which makes him full of familiarity.

　　 At noon, political commissar Yan said to arrange a place to eat, Bai Song said to go directly to the cafeteria, so the four of them went to the cafeteria for dinner. Not many people knew Director Xi, but because it was Political Commissar Yan who accompanied him to dinner, everyone also paid attention to Bai Song, not knowing who this was.

　　 "Do you want the next group to follow the police, or do you want to go to the investigation team or the household registration?" Political commissar Yan intends to ask something specific.

　　 "Next group, whichever group will do," Bai Song said: "How convenient is it?"

　　 "Okay, then I have a count. The conditions on our side are not very good. You can tell me more if you have anything." Political commissar Yan actually knows Bai Song's identity better, "Or tell Kong directly."

Bai Song is also a half public figure. There are still some people who know him in the police circle. Political Commissar Yan heard about such a special person, so he checked it on the Internet and asked his friends again, knowing that Bai Song was a case-handler. Experts are not purely gold-plated official second generations, so they speak more directly, and they are not all face-saving.

　　 "Okay, thank you Political Commissar Yan." Bai Song nodded.

　　 The food in the cafeteria was okay. After a simple meal, Director Xi walked back. Bai Song followed the Huasuo car and patrolled the area.

　　 has a small area under its jurisdiction, but driving is not easy. Fortunately, the China Institute is very familiar with these roads, and the police cars drove smoothly.

　　 "Hua Suo, is there a lot of police here?" Bai Song asked when the car drove to Jinbao Street.

　　 To be honest, this place still made him a little bit disappointed. That's the reason, the expectations are too high.

He thought that this street is full of luxury cars, but this is obviously too exaggerated. After all, this place is also connected to other areas in Shangjing, and there is not much difference between everyone. The difference is that there are all kinds of All kinds of luxury car sales showrooms, from Rolls Royce and Bentley, to Ferrari and McLaren, are available.

"There is not much police situation here. In fact, the quality of these wealthy people is still acceptable," Hua Suo said: "And even if they call the police, it is easy to handle. Sometimes they call the police just to find us as a proof, and they solve it by themselves. ."

　　 "Then what kind of warnings are there?" Bai Song asked.

　　 "You saw those at the front desk just now," Hua Suo said: "They are all people who are worthless in time."

　　 This sentence made Bai Song feel a little bit, a person whose time is worthless...

　　Hua is relatively old, and it seems to be at least 45 years old. The angle of view of the problem is still somewhat accurate. How can people who are really big and wealthy spend a day at the police station casually? Even if it is for great benefit, they will not choose to solve it at the police station.

　　 "This way," Bai Song said with emotion: "It seems that I am here on the right side. I can learn a lot from you."

　　 "Have you been at the police station before?" Hua Suo asked.

　　 "You tell me, I walked up from the police station step by step," Bai Song said.

　　 "Oh oh oh", Hua Suo glanced at Baisong, thinking that this should be someone who has a close relationship with the family: "That's right, your house lives nearby..."

　　 Bai Song heard this and knew that Hua Suo had misunderstood, but he did not explain. His current status is indeed a bit special, how can he explain it? Just make the mistake.

　　 "What is the most high-end place here?" Bai Song was a little childish, and wanted to know everything "the most".

"It's okay." The car drove a distance, Hua Zuo pointed to a Chinese-style building next to it, "This is the only clubhouse of the Hong Kong Island Jockey Club in Shanghai. You can also eat here~www.wuxiaspot. com~price...Anyway, let alone our working-class people, the average rich may not be able to afford it. Of course, this is a membership system, so I went in once."

　　 "Huh?" Bai Song asked, "You have been here once for so many years?"

"He never called the police here, so he went to the fire check once, and when he came here, he had to negotiate a suitable time. Of course, this is not a bad thing. Cooperating with each other is actually convenient for work." Hua Suo said: "Let's Jurisdiction, the big agencies with the headings of the State and Ministry have nothing to do with us...Of course, you may know some people in the city bureau and have personal relationships, but there is really no communication at work."

After driving, Huasuo continued to introduce to Bai Song: "This is the Jinbao Club, a high-end consumer place. The things here are also very expensive... But they have very good coffee upstairs here. The coffee on the third floor is very good. Try, of course, the price is very expensive."

　　 "I feel a little weak in your words," Bai Song pointed to the big circle: "How about our control of the jurisdiction?"

　　 “It’s okay to control,” Hua said: “Many people don’t need us to contact them. They just need us to provide them with a good environment, we are just a background board.”

　　 "Chatting with you, I can really learn a lot." Bai Song nodded with deep emotion.

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　　 Thanks to the 5,000 coins reward from Father Guodou.