Reason is still chaotic

This afternoon, Shen Jiali still met Shen Zijing.

The female trainee police officers in the police academy are still in the training period. They parade on the street for a week in the morning to preach the common prosperity of East Asia; when they come back at noon, they gather in the open space in front of the police station and wait for the officer to speak.The leisure soldiers in the brick and tile bungalows saw so many young girls in their young ages, and they stopped bragging and playing small cards, and ran out in unison to watch the female policemen marching in line.The policewomen wore special police uniforms, with black skirts, stockings and leather shoes on their lower bodies. There was also a feminine atmosphere in them, but they were all specially trained, with no expression on their faces and straight eyes.

This is the first batch of female police trainees trained by the Peking Police Department, and they will have special uses in the future, so they are highly valued.Shen Jiali walked down the stairs slowly, still dressed in long robes, because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, so his skin was very white, and he looked more delicate than the big girls.Standing in the shade with a happy expression, he caught sight of Shen Zijing among the officers, and thought to himself, "This is the end of the dog walk."

The instructor of the training class came over and respectfully asked the director to give a lecture to the female police officers.Shen Jiali knew that the former director had studied at the Tokyo Gendarmerie Training Institute in Japan. Professionals must have a much higher level than himself, so he tried his best to hide his clumsiness and refused to speak in public. Very good, presumably the grades will not be bad, so there is no need for lectures. Let them take two steps, and I will see."

When the instructor heard that the director wanted to tell the female policemen to "take two steps", let's take two steps!

Agreeing energetically, he trotted all the way to the front of the team, and snarled at the female leader like a mad dog; no one else knew what he was yelling, but the female leader immediately understood, took two steps forward and then turned back, One stood at attention and began to give orders to organize the queue.

The female policemen walked and ran in unison, turned back and forth, and performed wrestling in groups of two.The officers next to them squatted down one after another, hoping to take the opportunity to see the scenery under the skirts of the girls, smiling and whispering while watching, and Shen Zijing was one of them.He was tall and handsome, and he stood out even more against the ordinary-looking officers; he also had a good smile, showing a mouthful of neat and white teeth.The police officers couldn't drive these people away, so they had to let them go; while Shen Jiali, surrounded by several subordinate section chiefs and instructors, watched the performance of the female policemen in a daze, neither saying it was good nor saying it was bad. Just look.

Seeing the end, his black eyeballs slanted, and he saw that Shen Zijing was talking and laughing with his colleagues around him, and he didn't take a look at himself.

So he turned to the people around him and nodded with an extremely serious expression: "Very good, very good."

The instructor looked at his expression, he didn't look "very good", but after all, he got a good comment, so he was humble with a smile on his face.Several section chiefs next to him also applauded lightly, and echoed in their mouths: "It's really good to have a good opinion."

At this time, a secretary ran out of the building, came to Shen Jiali in a bumpy manner, bent his waist, and said humbly: "Boss, Mr. Xi is calling and looking for you."

Without changing his face, Shen Jiali walked towards the building door with his hands behind his back.Someone next to him blocked the way, and immediately took a step back, and stretched out his hand again: "Seat, please."

Shen Jiali ignored him and left with the secretary.

At this time, Shen Zijing turned his head to look at Shen Jiali's back.

He narrowed his eyes slightly under the strong sunlight, Shen Jiali's current demeanor stimulated his heart - Shen Jiali has been promoted so quickly, then what on earth should he do to avenge his hatred?

He said silently to the back: "Third Uncle, Shen Jiali, fuck you to death!"

Shen Jiali answered Duan Muren's call in the office.

Duan Muren looks rough on the surface, but actually has a delicate mind.He has already figured out Shen Jiali's way of thinking, and he is very particular about the method and method of commanding. For example, now, he obviously has a mouth that loves to curse, but he doesn't scold Shen Jiali, but criticizes sternly.

"The secret service department, it's not good!" He said calmly.

Shen Jiali held the microphone, speechless and could only say yes.

After the call was over, he hung up the phone, and knew that the Secret Service Section was indeed unable to do it—but considering his background and qualifications, it would be too embarrassing for him to engage in spy work.He also went to the Secret Service once, and walked into the torture room out of curiosity. He was so frightened by the black blood on the wall that he was dizzy on the spot, and he couldn't even eat that night.

He is an expert in beating girls and scolding cooks; he dare not do things that will kill people.

But it seems impossible not to do it at all, because Duan Muren said, "No way".

Shen Jiali shook his head and smiled wryly in the office, wanting to select a reliable person from his subordinates and send him to the Secret Service to supervise the battle.After thinking for a long time, with no result, he lit a cigarette for himself and sighed helplessly.

He knew that his position as police chief would not last long, because Duan Muren's longing place was still Tianjin.He was a little afraid of Duan Muren, the old man treated him with kindness and majesty, the police chief gave him such a big and fat job without hesitation, he had to work hard, otherwise it would be shameful.

Shen Jiali went to the Secret Service Section again that night.

The Secret Service Branch is not far from the police station and occupies a piece of land exclusively.He didn't catch up with the right time. At night, it was the time when the special affairs department was trying the case. The window of the torture room was clearly facing the backyard, but when Shen Jiali got out of the car at the front door, he could still clearly hear the wailing and screaming.This made the hairs all over his body stand on end, and his footsteps also paused slightly.He took out a gold-plated cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself first as if hiding it.

The chief of the Secret Service Section is a white-faced guy, he looks a bit gentle, but he is known to be cruel and ruthless.He greeted him with a smile: "Boss, are you here at this time?"

Shen Jiali didn't want to enter the row of houses where the secret service department was located, subconsciously felt that there was a smell of blood there.So standing in the cool summer evening breeze, he looked at the section chief with sorrow and said, "Your people wander around the train station all day, why didn't you catch those women with guns on their bodies? Let the Japanese gendarmes search the trains—and get caught right the fuck!"

The section chief giggled and laughed: "Yes, yes, the subordinates are ineffective. When that incident happened, I knew that I had slapped the boss in the face, so now I have sent more people to the outside. If there is another mistake like this , you fuck my uncle!"

Shen Jiali frowned at him, feeling powerless and exhausted.The other party had already scolded himself first, and he couldn't continue to threaten and reprimand him.

Shen Jiali bit the bullet and walked around the secret service department.

During this period, he smoked one cigarette after another, hiding himself in the small world surrounded by smoke, trying his best to isolate himself from the outside world.Someone carried the corpse out of the torture room, threw it in the back of a truck in the backyard, and pulled it to the wild dogs on the random graveyard outside the city tomorrow morning.He knew that most of those who died unexpectedly were not bad people, they just didn't compromise.If you don't compromise, you will die.

He couldn't catch his breath, and coughed choked by the cigarette.Qiang Zuo walked out of the secret service department calmly, and he instructed the section chief a few more words, and then he got into the car calmly.

The car starts and the windows open.He took two deep breaths in the whistling night wind, feeling a little thankful, because not only was he alive, but he was also alive very well.

His own life is the whole world, and his death is the end of the world.

After returning home, he unexpectedly received a call from Nie Renxiong.

Nie Renxiong will have a big treat tomorrow night, and he is one of them, and he is still a VIP. Of course, because he has become the police chief, he is no longer a civilian like before.

He still admits that Nie Renxiong is charming, and he agrees with all his heart on the phone, but the feeling of heartbeat is gone.Because Nie Renxiong insulted and beat Shen Zijing, a decent young man like Shen Zijing was asked to walk his dog all day long.

Shen Zijing came to Shen Jiali at the age of sixteen or seventeen. These years, his body and mind—especially his heart, have been tortured a lot, but Shen Jiali only remembered that he fell in love with him at first sight and loved him for seven years.

He also beat Shen Zijing, scolded Shen Zijing, his actions were not necessarily light, and his language was not bad. He knew that Shen Zijing was suffering mentally because of the temptation and coercion, but he still made a fuss about it, provoking him with sarcasm. .Shen Jiali felt that all of this was taken for granted, even if it was a mistake, it was an unintentional mistake.Shen Zijing should fall in love with him, if he doesn't, he's an asshole!

The next morning, he went to the bureau as usual.

He looked in the mirror in the office, drank tea and smoked cigarettes, stood in front of the window and looked out, thinking of the Secret Service and Duan Muren.Just at this moment, the handyman opened the door and came in, and said carefully: "Boss, an officer came up from the army headquarters downstairs and said that he was sending invitations for their Commander Nie."

Nie Renxiong's subordinates couldn't stop him, and Shen Jiali immediately replied, "Let him in."

Then, like a ghost, Shen Zijing squeezed in from the handyman.