"Hi, there. I'm ......" Ding Fan saw that this young man was a little shy, so he took the initiative to ask.

The young man's name is Tian Yongning, who has just graduated from the Provincial Police Academy, and has only been reporting to Zhendong for a few months, and now he is technically an intern.

"Brother Ding Zi, I'm Xiao Tian, Tian Yongning, your junior, hehe, I have wanted to see you for a long time. Tian Yongning stood up and saluted him with a snap.

Ding Fan came to Hulu County, and there were all kinds of people he came into contact with, like Kan Liang Song Middle, even Ren Jie was a raunchy old policeman, as soon as he saw this polite little colleague, he immediately smiled, and his outstretched hand didn't shake with others, he patted Xiao Tian on the shoulder, and said in a soft voice: "What senior brother and junior brother, when did we meet?"

"I read the article you wrote when I was in the police academy, called the spear is not sharp, right, at that time I showed off with the teacher, Mr. Ma also graduated from the OUHK, you and the head teacher Liu Dayong are classmates, you are a year earlier than me, don't you say you are not a senior brother?" Tian Yongning said innocently, tilting his head and showing a smile.

This guy has fine skin and tender flesh, white and clean, and he has a scholarly atmosphere, Ding Fan didn't blame him for misidentifying his senior brother, but he liked it a little.

Director Shen Jun was not there, he directly led him to the duty room, and poured him water enthusiastically, he just went out, a woman in her thirties walked in, holding hot strong tea, maybe it was too hot, the two hands were changed back and forth, tilting her head and shouting: "Brother Ding Zi." ”

Ding Fan took a closer look and found that it was Yingzi, the daughter of Director Li.

In the past, Yingzi's face was full of decadence, his face was yellow and black, and he had no energy at all, but now his complexion is much better, his face is flushed with health, Ding Fan was stunned, and immediately took the water cup, and said distressedly: "Yingzi, I have something to do with it for a while, and now I have taken over the case, what is missing, you can go to the bureau to find me, and let Xiao Tian tell me, by the way, what happened to your mother and Nannan......

When he knew that Yingzi's mother and children were fine, and she had taken some leftovers home from the house, he was naturally relieved.

After Yingzi left, Ding Fan was sad for a while, he looked out the window, and seemed to see Li Dayi's dark and thin familiar face, he didn't come to the office to see this temporary worker during this time, not only because he was busy, but also worried that he would think of Li Dayi when he saw Yingzi.

"Brother Ding Zi, didn't you smoke before......" Tian Yongning made a gesture of smoking and whispered: "A few of us know that it is the daughter of the old leader, and Li seems to be so ...... We took her on patrol day and night, deliberately making her suffer and get a little tired, and then she could sleep when she came back......"

This guy said smartly, Ding Fan glanced at him approvingly, and guessed something at once: "Xiao Tian, this method must have come up with you, do it well, I remember this matter." ”

After talking about Yingzi, Ding Fan naturally talked about the thief, he had already finished the draft, Tian Yongning listened carefully to him, opened the drawer with a stab, took out a case file and a notebook, opened them one by one, flipped through the case file, looked at the messy content on it, and opened the notebook again, on which were lines of beautiful fonts, and explained: "Brother Ding Zi, this case file was reported and investigated during this time, it is a bit messy, I transcribed a copy, you can take a look." ”

Ding Fan picked it up and flipped through it, and found that a lot of the report was beautifully written, clearly organized, and clear at a glance, but the content was too simple, for example, the one he was reading was: "In XX year X month, Wu Xuecai, a physical education teacher at the county No. 2 Middle School, came to report that he lost a bicycle at the school gate in the afternoon, and the ...... of the flying pigeon brand"

Basically, these contents are estimated to be that the case is too small and too much, and there is no record of even the police, who was present at the time, and in which direction the car print went, there is no record at all.

Ding Fan seemed to have been prepared for this, but he flipped through it casually, and said to talk to him, so he went to his office, and entered the innermost one, and suddenly felt a refreshing feeling, the items on the table were placed in a regular manner, a stack of work manuals were placed neatly, and there were a few sticky notes on the wall, remembering the work plan for the past few days.

Ding Fan chatted with him for a while, and found that this young man was open-minded and meticulous, and he was really different from many old policemen, but he didn't talk about anything specific about the thieves, because Zhendong only learned about many people surrounding the bureau today, and he rarely worked hard in this area before.

Ding Fan was leaving, standing at the door, encouraging Tian Yongning and said: "Xiao Tian, you do a good job, let's communicate together if there is anything, don't do a slippery head that will learn for a while, that won't work." ”

Knowing that he was telling the truth, Xiao Tian blushed a little and said truthfully: "Brother Ding Zi, I will, a lot of work records, they are all thrown into the garage, I turned out these theft cases, and the director scolded me for having nothing to do." ”

Ding Fan remembered the hardships of sorting out the household registration card in the warehouse, and remembered the matter of Sister Sana, so he was naturally a little more relieved, and looked at Xiao Tian with sincere eyes: "These basic tasks are very important, all the things that are taken over must be kept, and it will be useful sooner or later if you save the time to put yourself in." ”

Tian Yongning was about to leave with joy, but Ding Fan, who was just about to get on the bus, stopped again and said discussantly: "Xiao Tian, do you have time to go to Xinhua Bookstore and what other used book market, look for more information......

The information he said was nothing more than information about the Jiang Xiang faction and other mysterious institutions throughout the ages, the more the better, as for the reason, he couldn't say it now, but he always felt useful.

A bus came in the distance, it was the kind of tram with big pigtails, Ding Fan put the bicycle in the distance, locked it, and then got on the bus with a newspaper. Although it is not the rush hour now, the bus ticket is cheap and you can take a lot of things with you, and it is still overcrowded.

"It's not easy for ordinary people...... Ding Fan looked at the scene in front of him and thought lightly.

The spacious aisle was already full of things, there were chicken cages and piglets with paws tied, two black piglets were pressed to the ground by a freckled man, the piglets hummed quietly, their bodies moved around, and in the blink of an eye, a mess of slimy things flowed out behind it, and the swineherd knocked the piglet's head fiercely, scolded something hatefully, and immediately took out a ball of broken paper, and wiped the things it pulled out indiscriminately.

The stench suddenly emanated from the carriage, and the mustachioed driver in the labor protection suit violently pushed open the window, stretched his head out, and cursed something in the vulgar slang of the locality, but immediately regained his philistine face.

"Alas, there is a place to sit, you don't sit, what's wrong with the lack of heart?" the mustache looked at Ding Fan through the reflector and shouted.

When Ding Fan looked at him, he first saw his self-cut cropped pants, and his dirty calves came into view, and then looked at the slippers on his feet, which were dirty and had thick dirty marks, and it was estimated that they had not been washed for several days.

Only then did he realize that there was really a vacant seat next to him, the place was not big, and the narrow one was narrow, and if he sat on it, he would have to squeeze the woman next to him again.

The woman was holding a little girl with a red face, the little girl's face was oozing with damp sweat, her eyes were a little blurry, she should have a cold and fever, and she was beaten and held in her arms.

Next to him was a blind man with glasses, a thin and thin figure, holding a shabby erhu in his arms, although he was blind, he still kept looking around, seeing something, and if there was movement over there, he would immediately prick up his ears to listen.

"Oh...... I ......" When Ding Fan looked at the mustachioed driver, he wanted to explain that he was still standing, but found that the guy was already holding the steering wheel and swaying and concentrating on driving.

Talking to this kind of driver who deals with passengers all day long, people don't care, they don't bother to talk, and it's normal to think about it now, so if you want to talk about everything, you have to be tired and numb for a day.

Ding Fan saw that the empty seat next to him should be where the woman put the child just now, and now the child is probably uncomfortable, so he picked it up, and if it gets better in a while, he has to let her sit down by herself.

In this way, Ding Fan felt a little unbearable.

As soon as he was told by the mustache just now, he suddenly realized a problem again: he was a plainclothes policeman, not a law enforcement policeman wearing a police uniform.

In fact, it was really good to stand like this, and the forty or fifty people in the car had already been observed by him, such as the blind man and the woman who took the child to see a doctor, and a few craftsmen who went to the city to find work, and two or three people who went to relatives......

He knew that if he was sitting in that place, as long as the person next to him moved, it would affect his observation of things.

"Brother, you're at work...... a man in a white shirt standing next to him reminded him.

This man had fashionable long hair and carried a yellow army on his shoulder, and it seemed that he should come to the city to run errands and other occupations.

Ding Fan glanced at him a few times, and sure enough, it was not the same as those ordinary people who faced the loess all day long, at least he said that his fingers were well maintained, there were no calluses at all, and there was a smell of alabaster soap floating on his face, and he suddenly asked in a deliberate whisper: "What's wrong? ”

He still speaks with a faint flavor of Beijing films, at least authentic Mandarin, anyone can hear that it is not a pure local accent, for example, the locals go to the street and say it is Shanggai, we often say it is anmen, but after a long time, it still sounds quite comfortable.

One hand of the "Huang Junxing" has been placed on the military shoulder, which makes Ding Fan feel a little strange, and he took advantage of the turn of the bus to look there a few more times.

"Be careful, in the car, cough cough ......" "Huang Junxing" lowered his head and reminded in a whispered kindness.

"In broad daylight, we are all old men...... Ding Fan was a little puzzled.

With a violent bump in the car, the mustachioed driver knocked on the door with something, and shouted in a broken voice: "The non-staple food station has arrived, the non-staple food, get off the car......"