Street office where the wind lives

The name is quite strange, Wei Nanfeng remembered it after just one glance.

As soon as he heard these three words, the homeless man's originally empty eyes gathered for a moment, like a cat that suddenly ran into the sun, his pupils almost closed into a slit, with a condescending scrutiny.

"Song Bergamot?" Wei Nanfeng called out again without getting a response for a long time.

Suddenly, the tramp grabbed his hand, and he threw himself forward, nearly hitting the ground with his folded arms, undefended.

"What are you doing!" Luan Zhou heard the movement, shouted and rushed over, trying to forcefully separate the two.

But the homeless man's hand was tightly wrapped around Wei Nanfeng's wrist like an iron hoop.

Wei Nanfeng shook his head at Luanzhou, signaling him not to worry.

Due to the lack of blood circulation, his entire palm has turned dark red, and there will be a white mark when he presses his fingers. The homeless man breaks his five fingers apart forcefully, using the fingers as a pen to write a word on the palm of his hand.

"Capital B? What does that mean?"

Nie Yiming had already stood behind Wei Nanfeng, and he could just see some subtle movements from his angle. The corner of the homeless man's mouth, hidden under his messy hair, was twitching uncontrollably.

After he finished writing, he let go, and returned to the look of jumping out of the three realms and not being in the five elements, wishing he could hang a sign on his chest, and write a letter not to disturb idlers.

Nie Yiming pondered for a moment, but he couldn't figure it out, so he called the bureau and asked the data officer to add another keyword in the search engine based on the existing clues - B, to see if there would be any unexpected gains.

Wei Nanfeng tried to communicate with the homeless man a few more times. Except that he would raise his eyes when his name was called, the rest of the time he was still unconscious, like a robot that had been programmed in advance, and would only give out corresponding clues when he touched a certain mechanism. .

Nie Yiming quickly browsed the materials at hand, tapped his fingers on the table, and there seemed to be a melody in the air that no one else could hear, and he was keeping time with the rhythm.

Suddenly, the fingertips tapping on the table paused slightly, as if they were finishing a song, Nie Yiming raised his head suddenly, "No, he didn't write B!"

Luan Zhou and Wei Nanfeng followed the prestige.

"It's 13!"

"Ok?"

"At the bottom of all the information, there is a line of small words written by hand, and the handwriting is a little blurry, so I didn't pay attention to it just now." Nie Yiming read out aloud: "The above fifty recruits who were recruited into the army were all assigned by the Military Commission to 13 Legion."

"13th Legion? What is the responsibility of this regiment in the army?" Wei Nanfeng asked.

Nie Yiming shook his head, "I'm not sure, but I'll find out if I check."

He quickly replied to the bureau, ordering them to give up their futile searches immediately, and directly retrieve the army files to investigate the mysterious 13th Legion.

The data clerk is a female intern who has just graduated and has only been on the job for a few days. She is still a good citizen who regards laws and regulations as the standard. She is opposed to Captain Nie's behavior that seriously violates social order and good customs:

"Team Nie, the archives of the National Military Region are all classified documents. I'm afraid you violated the regulations by doing so..."

"Oh, don't gossip," Nie Yiming interrupted impatiently, "You just investigate, and I'll take care of it if something goes wrong."

"Captain Nie!" Outside the phone, Wei Nanfeng suddenly stopped him, "Don't act recklessly, and don't embarrass your subordinates. Let's find a solution from the person involved."

Nie Yiming refused, thinking that Wei Nanfeng, the official parent, was also afraid of confronting the government, so he shouldered the responsibility solemnly, "If the sky falls, there will be a taller one, so what are you afraid of if you are one or two!"

Wei Nanfeng: "Captain Nie, you don't seem to be taller than me."

Nie Yiming: ...

Let the police dogs out and bite him!

In the end, after Wei Nanfeng talked about it, Nie Yiming agreed to put down the phone, and slumped on the chair as if discouraged, "This is not good, that is not good, the rule is that the dead are alive, and everyone is not old. I don't want to think about it. Veterans died for no apparent reason, and now the files have been erased, how many shady reasons are involved in this, if we don’t find out, what should we do if people suffer innocent injustice for no reason? The righteous way in the world is really vicissitudes.”

After complaining, he sighed, "You said you have a solution? Let's hear it."

Wei Nanfeng smiled with a good temper. He understood Nie Yiming's thoughts, otherwise he would have to investigate to the end.

Under the background of the current era, there are really not many people who are dedicated to the public. In the face of cruel reality, power and status represent the supreme right to speak. No one is willing to be an egg that touches a stone. Whether it is Wei Nanfeng or Nie Yiming, there is nothing they can do. It's just to let the blood of pleading for the life of the people cool down a little bit, and a little bit slower.

"Captain Nie, have you ever heard of 'Family Pai'?" Wei Nanfeng casually leaned against the edge of the table, some things are easier to do in his capacity.

Nie Yiming was still in a fit of anger, and his brain, which was not considered to be brilliant at first, froze immediately. He didn't understand Director Wei's good intentions at all, and scratched his head, "What...what the hell?"

Wei Nanfeng smiled: "Thirty years ago, the German psychotherapist Bert Hellinger integrated life philosophy, system theory, applied psychology, and hypnosis into one, and extended a new type of treatment method, which is family row. It passes" Series sorting "allows the parties to enter the role and return to the most authentic impulse, so as to explore the root of the problem and solve many problems in life."

"It's the same as telling the truth after drinking or when people are about to die, it's the same reason. People can tell the whole story without reservation or retreat under certain circumstances."

Nie Yiming felt that his brain capacity was not enough: "Um, friend, can we speak human language?"

Wei Nanfeng glanced at Song Foshou and said with a smile, "That is to say, I have a way to make him restore the truth and tell us in his own way of expression."

Nie Yiming gasped, "Damn it, it wouldn't be the kind of brain wave murder in the movie, right? Director Wei, you can't break the law knowingly."

"Look, if I say you're a magic stick, it's already a compliment." Luan Zhou covered his mouth and chuckled, "It's even more extreme."

Wei Nanfeng was deeply impressed by Captain Nie's imagination, and sighed, "Sci-fi movies have no scientific basis, let alone horror movies! Captain Nie, it's better to catch up on sleep after work, and stop watching things that endanger children's mental health. "

"Tsk tsk," Nie Yiming sternly said, "Verbal attacks are also a form of assaulting the police. Director Wei, I'll give you a yellow card."

Wei Nanfeng shrugged indifferently, "If Captain Nie is not afraid of becoming a poor commander, he can punish him casually. After the punishment is over, take your stupid interns to read the files."

Director Xiao Wei's provocative method has reached the ninth floor, and he picked up the tea mug and took a sip of Wen Baikai elegantly and dignifiedly: "Oops, I was too obsessed with pretending, and I forgot to put wolfberries in it."

Nie Yiming reminisced about the years of anti-pornography and anti-illegal crimes, and confessed for a minute that he was about to fall into the feudal superstition camp. Then he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, "Success! What are you going to do? I will cooperate!"

Wei Nanfeng covered half of his face behind the teacup, curled the corners of his lips, took off the work card and hung it around his neck.

Nie Yiming: "What do these mean?"

Wei Nanfeng put his hands on his shoulders and lightly exerted force, turned him 180 degrees on the spot, and pushed him out the door.

"Just now, Mario and the others didn't do anything serious. They rubbed the ashes and peeled off a layer of wall covering. Look at the barbara one by one. It looks like alopecia areata. It damages the image of my office! So please Captain Nie went to the street to find a wall builder, the kind of van that was built by the side of the road, with a sign on it saying that the roof was leaking, and the sewer was connected. , I will reimburse the expenses."

Nie Yiming finally understands that he is going to send him away as free labor. He grabbed the door frame and did not let go, turned his head and shouted: "You want to close the door or something, don't do anything behind my back!" Severe torture to extract a confession, torture into tricks!"

Wei Nanfeng played tricks: "Little comrade, help!"

Luan Zhou lifted the hem of Captain Nie's police uniform with an expression of "I can't even handle it, I need to take action", and reached in.

"What are you doing? Playing hooligans!!!"

The extremely itchy feeling spread from the side of the waist to the whole body, and finally tapped the laughing point——Luan Zhou actually tickled him, so treacherous!

"Ouch, don't make trouble, hahaha, hahaha, stop quickly, hahahahaha, good man, spare your life, I'll go, can't I go!"

As soon as he let go, Luan Zhou withdrew his paw, rubbed it on his clothes by the way, and pushed it disgustingly.

"Hey!" Captain Nie flew out, and the door of the office closed behind him with a bang.

Nie Yiming: "..."

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"You don't want to give him that painting test, do you?" Luan Zhou's liver shuddered when he thought of this. It's very unnatural for something that can directly reveal his inner thoughts. "He can't guarantee that he can draw an authentic Picasso. Come."

Wei Nanfeng thought of another thing instead, and rubbed his head, "I don't dare, who knows what kind of relationship he has with that Yao Jian, maybe he also has a crush on him, don't be too emotional to admit the wrong person, and get confused I rushed up and hugged me, I'm a rehearsal trainer and not a passionate male publicist, so I can't always let the client take advantage of me."

"Fuck you! Who can't help himself!" Luan Zhou pushed him hard, and whispered: "Besides, I knew it was you..."

"What?" Wei Nanfeng didn't hear the second half of the sentence.

"It's okay," Luan Zhou narrowed his eyes, "Anyway, it's not important now."

"Yes, you are not allowed to touch your head, and you are not allowed to sit on your bed. I have broken through both of these, what else is there...?"

Suddenly, Wei Nanfeng's eyes lit up, and he approached him treacherously.

"Little brother, can I step on your aj and kiss you?"

Before Luan Zhou could say the word "roll", Wei Nanfeng suddenly exerted force and tried to step on his shoes.

"Damn it, Wei Nanfeng, are you childish!"

Luan Zhou's face turned green, the boy who loves shoes like his life, his feet are his second face.

Wei Nanfeng rushed towards him like a hungry wolf. Although he just wanted to tease him, his posture was really scary.

"If you have something to say, you can step on me and kiss Aj!"

Luan Zhou took a telescopic measuring tape from the table, and poked it out to a length of one meter, posing with a sword next to him, as if it was no one else.

Wei Nanfeng was pressed against his chest by the tape measure, unable to move any further, he had an idea, and grabbed one end of the tape measure violently, pulling towards him desperately.

Luan Zhou was afraid that he would be hurt by letting go of his hand suddenly, so he could only maintain the posture of pulling the tape measure with one hand. Wei Nanfeng pulled so hard that he staggered a step ahead and crashed into his arms.

The spring shortens instantly, and with a click, it is all retracted into the slot.At the same time, Wei Nanfeng hugged Luan Zhou's waist tightly, and his fingertips sank into the soft flesh through the thin cloth.

The next second, the eyes of the two were suddenly at the same level, and Luan Zhou exclaimed - Wei Nanfeng directly picked him up with one hand and put him on his feet, and the two bodies were tightly attached to each other.

"Why! Let me go down, won't it sink!" Luan Zhou pushed Wei Nanfeng's chest away to stand back on the ground, but was caught and pushed back.

After a symbolic struggle twice, he gave up his resistance in a good manner, and wrapped his arms around Wei Nanfeng's neck.

"What is Director Xiaowei doing here? Are you playing in the office? Do you want to clear the scene first?"

Wei Nanfeng's heart was full of joy, and he didn't expect the little comrade to be so cooperative, "No, little brother, since you don't want to do that just now, then you can step on my feet and kiss me in aj, that's all right."

Luan Zhou sneaked a glance at Song Buddha's hand. After all, there was still a living person, so he had to pay attention to the influence.Then he quickly pecked Wei Nanfeng's lips. When he retreated, he used too much force, and his whole body was unsteady and he leaned back. Considering Wei Nanfeng's arm injury, Luan Zhou didn't dare to pull him, so he just straightened himself up.

It fell down.

In an instant, a strong arm almost wrapped around his waist, bringing him into his arms with a strong force, warm lips pressed against his ears, and the hot air could be felt by opening his mouth.

"I've said it all, one hand doesn't affect hugging you."

In the corner, Song Bergamot was drawing circles on the ground: Dog Man Man!