That night, the border Jinshan Township was shrouded in a curtain of rain, thunder rolling, lightning surrounded, and it was early in the morning when the storm stopped.

"Doudou, Doudou......" Ding Fan sat slumped under the windowsill of the dormitory, hugging the earth dog Doudou, his body close together, warming each other with body temperature.

He threw the clothes he had changed aside, the muddy water on his face was not washed off, and he just sat like this, calling Doudou's name affectionately.

Doudou kept sticking out his tongue, panting, shaking his head and looking at the night in the room, like an excellent observer, helping Ding Fan to see that there was no more danger.

"Master, this is a, absolutely not! How can this police make him look down on him? Absolutely not, absolutely ............" The cool breeze blew, the light outside the window brightened, and the diligent frogs and crickets began to play the morning song, Ding Fan kept thinking about the scenes of the rainy night, and finally made up his mind: I must do something big, let alone want to get ahead in this place, even Kan Liang can't pass this level!

When he got here, he found that the weather in the depths of the Xing'an Mountains was weird, even on dog days like now, the weather was extremely cool in the morning and evening, and even a little cold, for example, it was not good to sleep at night without a thin quilt.

He didn't bother to go to bed, because he still had to wash his body, so he leaned against Doudou like this, and seemed to feel a little bit of the strength it gave him.

Just sat down and took a nap, Ding Fan's mind was full of thoughts, he didn't sleep at all, and he got up to wash up as soon as it was dawn.

"I was beaten last night, the director and the master must be waiting to see my jokes, they must want to look at me disgraced, pitifully admit my mistakes, reflect well, hum, you underestimate my little Dingzi!" Ding Fan thought, his brows stretched, his arms moved rhythmically, and suddenly the protruding muscles tightened, and the joints of his fists crackled.

He took out a small tape recorder, stuffed a tape, turned down the volume, and the room suddenly sounded the sonorous and inspiring "Young Ambition Without Sorrow".

In that era, this song resounded all over the country, and many teenagers, especially the public security police, had this their favorite melody, but in the remote Jinshan Institute, Song Mide had never heard of it.

He glanced at his watch, it was six o'clock in the morning!

Ding Fan knew that Song Mide should wake up at this time every morning, so he pushed open the door and walked out, pressed two basins of water in the pressurized water well in the yard, washed the police uniform that was damaged last night, and then hung it on the clothes wire rope in the yard.

Good police uniform, the sleeves and trouser legs are worn out, and the fist-sized damage is so irregular, obviously scratched on the ground, "You want to see my jokes, don't you? Look, look, let you see clearly, this is me, it's Xiao Dingzi, but you remember it for me, it's yesterday!

This scene happened to be clearly seen by Song Mide, who was wearing a big pants vest, he came out with a toothbrush, and saw Ding Fan dressed neatly and standing at the door with a serious face, first stunned, and then greeted with a spring breeze and drizzle: "Dingzi, why do you get up so early." ”

Looking at his expression that had changed from normal, Ding Fan really wanted to go up and pull his unfolded, eternally black face away, and ask him what he was pretending to be, why didn't he ask about last night's incident, but after thinking about it, since people didn't mention it, he must have acquiesced to Kan Liang to clean himself up.

Isn't my current posture just to say goodbye to yesterday and start anew, why bother with this kind of thing anymore.

"Director, morning! Last night's storm, did you sleep well? By the way, I want to ask you, what are the other security difficulties in our jurisdiction, I investigated the catfish king Wang Manchu and Erjian in Oupu Bay who are not strong enough to file a criminal case, what else?" Ding Fan looked at him standing there and was not in a hurry to wash up, his eyes looked directly at him, and asked without humility or arrogance.

Of course, this kid invisibly slapped Song Mide: You must know what happened last night, but you just turned a blind eye.

Song Mid seemed to be moved by his serious attitude, and after looking him up and down again, he said in a tone unique to the old policeman: "There are seven or eight villages under the jurisdiction of Jinshan Township, and the Oupu Bay you mentioned is similar to that of Turnover, under the nose of the police station, the overall public security situation is not a big problem at present, the biggest difficulty is in the Xinglong Mine, where thousands of foreign population, a large number of old customers, gold panders and timber traffickers, more than a dozen coal mines, and several gangs of bastard ruffians." ”

Ding Fan lowered his head and listened, secretly admiring this old policeman who usually seemed to be a mess, and he had always been clear about the situation in his heart, but he didn't talk about it all day long, and couldn't help but think: "It turns out that this place is pressed by the station, how can there be a place like Xinglong Mine? Okay, there are criminals." ”

In contemplation, when he looked up at Song Mid, thinking that he would continue to analyze, he found that he had already gone to the pool next to the pressurized well to wash his face.

Ding Fan went back to get the toothbrush, stood in front of Song Mide, poured water, took out a brand new Chinese toothpaste, and was about to throw away the toothpaste box, when he suddenly saw Song Mide squeezing the deflated toothpaste bag vigorously, obviously it had been used for a long time, and there was no toothpaste in it for a long time.

"Here, this is for you!" Ding Fan held the toothpaste in his hand, glanced at it distressedly, and said in his mouth, looking at Song Mide's novel eyes at the toothpaste, knowing that this guy must have never used such a good one, he hurriedly urged softly: "Director, my master said that he didn't say who he investigated in Xinglong Mine?

How could Song Mid be deceived by his little trick, reached out and took the toothpaste, squeezed it gently, and returned it to Ding Fan, smelled it, and sighed: "The quality of your things in the capital is good, and we haven't sold them here yet." ”

Ding Fan was bored, so he could only throw the towel into the basin and wash it with a hula la.

When his head was stuck in the cold water, letting the cold stimulate his impulsive nerves, he naturally complained about Song Mide: "Old fox, old fox, why can't you tell me." ”

He kept plucking cold water on his head, anesthetizing himself, thinking hard about how to say this for a while, and if he didn't work, he made it clear that he was going to investigate the clues of the crime.

"Hey, Dingzi, didn't your master tell you about the white wolf? Someone suddenly was talking in his ear, it was Song Mid.

Ding Fan's head was completely lifted from the water, the water beads hung all over his face, and he laughed with a snort, and was about to thank Song Mide, but he saw that he was holding a tooth jar, patting the water stains on his body with one hand, and had already walked to the door.

Ding Fan went back to the dormitory and packed up his things, dressed neatly, handcuffs, electric baton or something hung on his belt, looked in the mirror, a trace of magic slowly floated on his face, and said to Doudou who looked at him curiously on the ground: "What's the matter?

Doudou roared a few times, as if in line with his happy mood.

"The director acquiesced to Kan Liang's cruel training of me, and told me the clues this morning, this police officer is welcome, don't hide good things, drive there!" Ding Fan stood at the door, thinking that he could see Kan Liang's cold face, but he didn't expect the corridor to be very quiet, talking to himself, looking through the glass and looking at the warehouse in the southeast.

In the warehouse connected by three houses, one holds the halberd and coal for winter heating, and the other next to it has a Yangtze River 750 sidecar motorcycle.

Ding Fan had vaguely heard that there was nothing wrong with this motorcycle, but Song Mid saved fuel and maintenance costs, and usually said that it was broken, and he always drove out, and he couldn't afford to spend that money at all.

Since he was going to go to the police by himself, Ding Fan was naturally not polite, pushed the door in, lifted the canvas covered on it, wiped it with a rag, patted the thick saddle, and said happily: "It's still practical to have a three-wheeled sidecar, it can be driven in the flat, it's no problem to go off-road, there's nothing wrong with pulling three or four people, let's go!"

Since arriving at this place, he has never been in contact with a police car, Ding Fan has always felt itchy hands, and now when he sees this big guy with green skin, he is inevitably cordial, and his happy expression is far more refreshing than getting his first favorite toy when he was a child.

With the sudden sound of the engine, the whole yard was full of life and vitality.

Ding Fan briefly checked the three-wheeled motorcycle, tightened a few loose screws, lit the fire in a few clicks, and drove the car out.

I have to say that the Yangtze River is 750 heads big, looks stocky, and the movement is greater.

Ding Fan, who was sitting on the motorcycle, had a firm face and courage all over his body!

When he pushed the door and walked into the corridor to say hello to the leader, he had already made up his mind: "No one can stop me today, no matter who doesn't let me go, this police officer must definitely have a good theory with him face to face, graduated from the Supreme Police Academy, why don't you let me get in touch with major cases." ”

He stood in the corridor, looking around with a pair of hidden murderous tiger eyes, and found it very strange: on the left was his tape recorder playing the song of the main theme of the police on a loop, and in the half-hidden director's room on the right, news from the regional radio station was playing.

What about Kan Liang? Still asleep? Ding Fan couldn't help but look at his room on the left, the door seemed to be cracked, and there seemed to be a special fragrance piercing out.

"Master, what are you doing? I ......" Ding Fan knocked lightly on the door and went in, only to see Kan Liang changing his normal behavior and being busy on the earthen stove next to the door, holding a small iron pot in his hand, and something was boiling in it.

Seeing Ding Fan come in, Kan Liang's long-smoking pharyngitis voice sounded: "Wait, wait, it's not ripe yet, you go to Lao Song to get two more bowls." ”

He had boiling water in his pot, some diced potatoes and chive leaves floating on it, and some unevenly stirred gnocchi in the water scoop next to him.

"Master, pimple soup, you, you made it yourself, I'll go get the bowl." Ding Fan said.

He had never heard of Kan Liang cooking, so he knew that he had killed wild dogs in winter and stewed them in the dormitory, and he didn't believe that this guy could make breakfast for everyone in the morning.