purple mist

two hours ago.

The work of Internet police is sometimes accompanied by tracking and inspection, and Qin Bo is even better at this aspect.

He helped a colleague from out of town to a continuous shift, and then slowly stood up from his seat.

Qin Bo was young, honest, and liked by his colleagues. When he left the police station, he exchanged greetings with several people.

The public phone booth in front of the police station has not been used for a long time, and thick dust and snow have fallen on the red ceiling.

He opened the glass door of the phone booth as if nothing had happened and walked in, but when he raised his hand, he revealed a green light in his cuff.

The green light disappeared as soon as he dialed the number, and an old and mid-spirited voice came out of the microphone: "It's almost done, let's deal with it."

Qin Po hung up the phone without any reply, and walked out of the public phone booth very naturally.

The second-hand trading market is a place full of fish and dragons, and the second-hand mobile phone trading market is even more chaotic, and has even become a legendary area in Beishi.Some people come here to sell their old mobile phones, but the old mobile phones in their back pockets are gone.

Wen Xin is the most exaggerated. She once took the newly bought mobile phone and wanted to find a booth to put a film on it. Just as she found one that was pleasing to the eye, the new mobile phone disappeared long ago.A week later, she gritted her teeth and bought a new mobile phone. When she held it in her hand and applied the film, she actually saw the mobile phone she had lost before at the second-hand booth next to the film...

At that time, Wen Xin held up three fingers to the sky, wanting to cry but without tears, and vowed that she must practice the magical skill of sticking the film and never come to this sad place again.

But Qin Bo's purpose of coming here is different from Wen Xin's. He came here specifically to find someone to steal.

He bought a roasted sweet potato on the side of the road and walked while eating it. The corner of the mobile phone was "inadvertently" exposed in the wide open pocket. Before the sweet potato was peeled off, the mobile phone had disappeared.

Qin Bo took a big mouthful of the steaming sweet potato, and walked away as if he was a foolish son of a landlord's family.

What he didn't know was that there was a group of little yellow hairs walking through the second-hand stalls holding a photo, looking for an inconspicuous mobile phone with a sad face, and even gave each stall owner a cigarette, please pay attention.

At this moment, Chen Bingrui smiled while looking at the text messages on the screen of the mobile phone, "Vice Lu, this Qin Po probably never thought of it, we are waiting for him here."

"It's not that he didn't expect it." Lu Wei looked at the screen quietly, and said slowly: "He just chose the way he thinks is the most natural."

If he dropped his phone at this stall, it would be too much of a coincidence.

After interrogating Xue Han that day, Zhang Shun didn't make any statement about it, and he didn't even have any questions about Qin Po's cell phone.

However, it is well known that Xue Han, who was detained, was not honest for a day. The more noisy he was, the more attention he had, and the more careful Qin Po had to be.

This problematic mobile phone has become a hot potato, and I would rather hold it than bump it.

"Indeed." Chen Bingrui nodded: "Stolen is indeed the most legitimate reason to change the phone."

After that, he praised Teacher Wang again: "The main reason is that he doesn't know that there are strong players among the strong, and that a mountain is higher than a mountain."

Teacher Wang, who had just picked up the big tea mug, blew on his mustache and it was very beneficial. He sucked the tea so loudly: "Even if he washes this mobile phone into an empty shell, I can restore it for him. I didn't blow it. , I have caught more bugs with my bare hands than this little guy has eaten!"

Lu Wei ignored the two people's right to come and go, edited a WeChat message and sent it to Zhang Shun, then snapped his fingers and scrolled down the WeChat page several times.

That was the dialog box he clicked on the most in the past two days, but he just looked at it and didn't send any messages.

Because even if you send it, there will be no reply.

It was Xue Han's WeChat, and the profile picture was a selfie of him - I don't know how lazy this person is, even the selfie is sloppy with his head on his hands, looking at the camera casually, the hair around his ear is slightly swaying Open, loomingly revealing the shadow of the ear cuffs.

He shoots casually, but the people watching are very attentive.

Lu Wei's eyes gradually deepened. It seemed that he never missed anyone, which was very strange.

It's like holding a pickled green plum between the lips and teeth, a trace of sweet and sour with a little saltiness diffuses into the taste buds, as if it is endless.

But if you want to have a good time and bite down hard, it must be sour and unbearable.

Although he knew that this bastard was destined not to suffer from his master.But losing freedom is like being tied up with your hands, which is always uncomfortable.

Lu Wei tapped the screen with his fingertips, exited the enlarged version of the avatar, and his eyes fell on the last WeChat message Xue Han sent him.

Xue Han: Officer Lu, Coke, OK?

He mainly went to the property to pay the electricity bill that day, and he didn't remember whether he brought back Coke or not.

Just remember that this guy seems to love sparkling drinks.

"Vice Lu?"

Lu Wei subconsciously pressed the lock screen button, and raised his eyes to meet Chen Bingrui's teasing eyes.

He put the phone in his jacket pocket expressionlessly, and gave him a look indifferently, motioning for him to speak.

Chen Bingrui restrained his smile slightly, pointed to the mobile phone whose data had been fully recovered and asked, "Apply to summon Qin Po now?"

"No." Lu Wei picked up the phone and threw it into Chen Bingrui's arms with a flick of his wrist: "Call Qin Bo and tell him to return the phone to him tomorrow."

"what?!"

Fortunately, Chen Bingrui didn't need to wear glasses for his eyesight, otherwise the lenses would be broken into slag, he stammered: "No, no, Deputy Lu, return? Give it back to him? Such important evidence? And the data in it are all Has it recovered?"

Lu Wei transferred the landline number of Qin Bo's home that Zhang Shun had sent to Chen Bingrui's WeChat account, and Chen Bingrui had no choice but to shut up embarrassingly with his resolute eyebrows raised at Chen Bingrui.

He looked at the dial button hesitantly, even though he had maxed out the Talking skill, he didn't know how to say it.

Little brother Qin Bo, I happened to come across your stolen mobile phone and bought it back with a huge sum of money?

Chen Bingrui had a toothache on his face, and he was struggling for the last time: "Vice Lu, why don't you beat yourself?"

"I'm on suspension." Lu Wei glanced at him indifferently, and said it as a matter of course.

Chen Bingrui: "..."

……

Every city has an area where outsiders gather, and this is no exception in Beishi, where every inch of land is expensive.

How endearing they are when they are working hard at their jobs, how evasive they are when they return to their cramped neighborhoods in droves after get off work.

Even though the ideas of the younger generation have changed, the hard bones of the older generation are still filled with molten iron that cannot be melted.

That is resistance to outsiders.

Qin Bo took it for granted that he walked into the neighborhood with potholes under the cold snort of the old lady next door—the old lady had always thought that Qin Bo was a liar in police uniform.

Qin Po didn't take it seriously, and never gave any explanation, nor was he willing to give an explanation.

Once people have prejudices, they can't look at things with straight eyes, as if they are always standing in the crack of the door, seeing nothing in a circle.

This is what he understood from an early age.

As usual, he boiled a pot of boiling water after entering the house, and then changed his slippers.

After changing his shoes, he took off his police uniform, soaked a bowl of instant noodles in boiling water, and ate them under the dim light.

In the past, he would use his mobile phone to play Sokoban or Tetris while eating, but today he does not have a mobile phone.

He chewed the noodles like chewing wax, looked at the landline on the ground in the corner, and thought that this thing would not talk by itself.

"Beep beep!"

"Hmm! Cough cough cough..."

Qin Po never expected the old-fashioned landline to be so obedient. While wiping the soup from his mouth with a piece of toilet paper, he walked over quickly, squatted on the ground and picked up the handset that was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Hello."

"Hey, Qin Po, right? I'm Xiao Chen from the criminal investigation team. Will calling home so abruptly disturb you?"

Qin Bo was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "criminal investigation team", and then he said naturally, "No, no, brother Chen, what can I do for you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was acquainted, the last sentence was polite, and the next sentence seemed to be authentic to Sister Ma who cared for the neighbors: "Oh, Xiao Qin, you are too careless, did you find that you are missing something?"

"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'm a warm-hearted person. I sent the thief to a nearby police station, and I asked for your mobile phone. I'll send it to the office for you tomorrow~ You can make do with it for the night."

"That's it, nothing else, just hang up."

"Beep beep..."

cell phone……

Qin Bo squatted on the ground with a dull expression, and he slowly hung up the receiver of the landline that had been beeping until he lost all feeling in his feet.

It's screwed up, it's over.

I screwed up, Uncle Zou...