Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Song Sidao: "Check Wang Jiawen's file, and come out to relax by the way."

Chu Ming said "Oh?", "Have you found it?"

"No," Song Si turned his head and looked at his side face. "A fire five years ago burned all the materials of the orphanage. It's a coincidence when you think about it. On the night Liu Cenning was arrested, Ninghai Pharmaceutical also There was a big fire, and nothing was left."

Chu Ming said: "Song Si, in your opinion, is there anything between us that needs to be hidden?"

Song Si was silent for a while, and then smiled a little, feeling happy about Chu Mingyi's question.

"I didn't hide it," he said intentionally, and asked Chu Mingyi in turn, "Why do you think I'm hiding it?"

Chu Mingyi squeezed the steering wheel tightly, and made an extremely unpleasant sound from deep in his nasal cavity, and the lines of his side face became very stern.

The atmosphere in the carriage was controlled by him, and the air was about to freeze.

This atmosphere lasted until he got off the car, Chu Mingyi didn't say a word the whole time, instead of going back to the Special Investigation Bureau, he parked the car in the courtyard of the clinic.I haven't been back for a while, and the courtyard of the clinic is becoming more and more primitive, with flowers and plants growing wantonly, and some of them can already cover people's knees.

Chu Mingyi walked in front to open the door, and Song Si followed behind him.

The third department went to a meeting today, and the case should be closed, so you can go home directly.

Song Si dug out the ice cream from the refrigerator, Chu Mingyi took off his coat, walked into the kitchen as if he had returned to his own home, and started cooking porridge.

Song Si leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, watched his back, and licked the chocolate crust on the ice cream.

"lead."

Chu Mingyi cracked an egg, put the egg liquid into a bowl, rinsed the eggshell, crushed it, and inserted it into the soil of the potted plant.

"If one day, I also want to enter the sea of ​​double consciousness, maybe the anchor point to go home will be you."

Chu Mingyi's back paused, his hands stopped in mid-air, the thin eggshell was accidentally crushed and fell to the kitchen countertop.

He finally turned around and looked at Song Si.

"say it one more time?"

After Song Si finished speaking, he regretted it. It sounded a little too frivolous.Probably because of my unstable mood and the high temperature that burned my brain, I blurted out such words.

"No." He changed the subject and returned to the original quarrel, "I haven't figured out something in the past two days. I will tell you when I figure it out. Don't be angry."

Chu Mingyi's expression became complicated, and he took a deep look at him, then raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, making it hard to tell whether it was a joke, and said casually: "You have two years left in my brother's contract, It won't be long."

Song Si was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of his words.

Chu Mingyi turned around again, without asking about Qicheng Kindergarten, broke up the egg liquid and steamed the custard.

The two had a boring meal of porridge. Song Si lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. The place where the dean's crutches were drawn was in burning pain. From the lower back to the middle of the back, it hurt no matter how he lay down.

He tossed and turned until midnight, and Chu Mingyi came in once in the middle of the night, reaching out to check his temperature.

Song Si held his breath, pretending to be asleep, and felt a familiar palm on his forehead.

After a while, he heard Chu Mingyi sighed very lightly, helped him tuck the quilt up, and quietly closed the bedroom door.

Song Si quietly opened his eyes, and watched his back disappear into the doorway, only to feel that the pain all over his body was much better, which was more effective than taking painkillers.

He slept until dawn, and the high fever that had been burning for three days finally turned into a low-grade fever. When he walked, his bones were creaking, and the bone marrow inside was almost roasted.

When going to work, Song Si passed by the entrance of the cafeteria and found something posted on the sign board in the cafeteria, and many colleagues were watching it.

He stared at it for a while.The paper pasted there turned out to be handwritten, and the handwriting was even a bit familiar.

Chu Mingyi held him back: "Let's go, we'll fetch water after dinner."

Song Si looked at him suspiciously, then at the paper, and walked to the edge of the board——

There are four stickers in total, the two on the left are "Notice of Criticism", and the two on the right are handwritten "Review Letters".

The report criticized Chu Mingyi, the chief of the third section, who knew the law and violated the law during the trial process of the case.Immediately next to it, there was posted a self-criticism handwritten by Chu Mingyi: Know your mistakes and deeply reflect on them, take this as a warning, never commit them again, and accept the supervision of the general public.

One who "does not listen to the advice" takes all the responsibilities of his subordinates, and takes all the matter of Zhu Hongjia on himself. The review book even mentions: "Because of my lack of thoughtfulness, my colleagues risked their lives to come here. Rescue, I regret it afterwards", one sentence defines Song Sijin's sea of ​​consciousness as "rescue".

Song Si felt a little uncomfortable after watching it.

Chu Mingyi, such an excellent and proud person, lowered his posture to such an extent, and even posted it for all his colleagues to see.

He turned to look at Chu Mingyi, wanting to say a few words of consolation, but saw that he was pinching his chin and reading his self-criticism, and commented: "It's still not up to standard, I wrote too hastily yesterday afternoon, and I didn't show my strength." Document level.

Song Si: "..."

A colleague nearby said with a smile: "Chu Ke, not bad, it's better than last time!"

Chu Mingyi replied with a smile: "Thank you, keep working hard."

Song Si: "..." If Director Tang was here, he would have to punch him twice in anger, right?

"Don't watch it," Chu Mingyi pulled Song Si away, "There's nothing to see."

At the morning meeting, the colleagues from the three departments gave the section chief a warm applause, praising him for getting better and better in his review.

Chu Mingyi waved his hand, signaling that everyone was almost done.

"Yesterday we went to the bureau for a meeting," Yu Yiming said to Song Si. "The investigation results of Hong Yi's falling from a building and Zhu Hongjia's suicide case have all been investigated, and they are now closing the case. Hong Yi was controlled by Zhu Hongjia's mind and was forced to broadcast live. Falling from the building, the evidence is solid, it is a homicide. Zhu Hongjia confessed during the investigation process, no residual powers were found in the autopsy, no external force factors were found, it is a suicide due to fear of crime."

Song Si frowned: "What about the power outage when Zhu Hongjia died? Is there any responsibility to investigate?"

Xu Xinxin shook her head: "I just mentioned it in one stroke, I only mentioned that the circuit is unstable, and I didn't talk about the rest."

Song Sidi scolded, "Then what about Wang Jiawen?"

"Wang Jiawen is suspected of black market transactions and rape, but he did not directly participate in it, and we didn't catch that group of people, so it is difficult to convict him, so we don't know how he will be sentenced even if he and the investigation results are handed over to the judiciary."

Song Si didn't speak, but quietly glanced at Chu Mingyi, who was also looking at him.

Several people discussed the case for a while. Song Si had to go to the first department to fetch water. Before leaving the office, he grabbed Lin Zheng and asked casually, "Brother Zheng, are we part of the staff?"

Lin Ying was a little surprised that he would pay attention to this, and said: "It must be, we are civil servants."

"Then do you need a political review when you join the job?"

"Yes," Lin Zheng said, "This is a confidential department, and the political review is very strict. Why are you asking this?"

Song Si smiled and said, "Get to know your worth."

Lin Ying looked at him strangely: "You don't want to go on a blind date, do you?"

There was the sound of water spraying in the office one after another, and several eyes cast their gazes over.

Song Si hurriedly denied San Lian, used the injection as an excuse, and slipped out of the office.

The file room of the Special Investigation Bureau is on the top floor, and the entire floor is devoted to storing documents. Case files and personnel files are separated, and each has a dedicated administrator on duty.

The cabinets used to store materials are all made of waterproof and fireproof materials. They are uniformly configured, and they are all exactly the same. It is dazzling at a glance.

Wanting to pass through layers of security alone, and then find the information you want from it, is simply difficult to reach the sky.

Of course Song Si didn't dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

So he checked the file application openly, and entered by swiping his card through the main entrance.

The administrator led him through more than a dozen rows of filing cabinets, stopped, and took out his application form to look at.

"You are looking for..."

"The personnel file for joining the job five years ago," Song Si said, "the person who joined the job is called Song Si."

In alphabetical order, the two stopped in front of a cabinet.

"Here," the administrator unlocked, and took out a document bound in kraft paper, "The borrowing time is 10 minutes, remember to return it to me later."

Song Si took the paper bag: "Thank you."

The paper bag was pinched in my hand, unexpectedly there were only a few thin layers.