Xylophone hesitated, but went to knock on the office door. There was an angry scolding from Director Lin in the house, who, it wasn't your turn, but in a hurry, do you think this is the place where Gassel snapped up the sought-after goods. As he spoke, there was a "bang" and the door was opened. Chief Lin's fat ball-like body was firmly blocked on the door, and there was a heavy look of obscurity on his face.

Seeing that it was Muqin and Feng'er standing outside the door, Director Lin was stunned for a moment and asked, What's the matter, are you two also here to surrender yourself? How can a "natural" factory have a wind and grass, and you are indispensable in Xinghua Village.

Feng'er was taken aback. She asked rhetorically, "What, we came to pay you New Year's greetings, and you actually treated us as your prisoners." As the saying goes, officials don't call people who give gifts. What do you think of us, it's too ruthless.

Director Lin smiled and replied, you don't know, I told these people to be dizzy. This is the New Year, how good it is to stay at home and drink meat and accompany my wife to hug the baby. If you have to make trouble, you won't stop making trouble. It hasn't stopped since the beginning of the year, and the first month of the New Year hasn't finished yet, and it's coming again. Tell me, you are busy all year round, and you can only rest in the few days of the New Year. They don't want to celebrate the New Year, and others don't want to celebrate it. This year's year has passed, and it's really annoying.

Xylophone apologizes and jokes, I originally wanted to pay a New Year's greeting. Who would have thought that your business here is so prosperous. Otherwise, in a few days, you have no business here, and we will come again.

In the last tone of the xylophone, there were obviously heavy question marks. Director Lin couldn't hear it. He hurriedly said, don't, come all the way, leave without drinking hot water, I will go to your village again in the future, don't talk about drinking saliva, I'm afraid that even the head of the village will not be called a stand.

After that, Director Lin took the two of them to the door of the police dormitory in the westernmost part. He took a bunch of keys from his belt and opened the door to his dorm room. Suddenly, a stinky foot and a sour smell rushed towards the brain. Director Lin scolded, these two dirty things make a dormitory like a pigsty.

Indeed, the dormitory was a mess of. Two beds are stacked with twisted futons. Under the windowsill of the north wall of the door, there was a table full of messy things and a thick layer of dust. The anti-theft steel bars of the windows are like cobwebs and are full of wires and ropes. A rope stretched straight out of the cobweb, crossed overhead, and was tied to the upper beam of the doorway. On the rope hung pants, tank tops, pants, and a pair of smelly socks. In the limited space near the door, two more broken bicycles were crowded. Stuffed the room with no room to turn around and move your feet.

Director Lin piled up the bedding on the bed indiscriminately against the inner wall, and while inviting the two of them to sit on the edge of the bed, he continued to scold, these two dead people were too lazy to attract maggots. When I look back, I'll see what I do with them.

Muqin and Feng'er barely sat on the edge of a bed, and the two of them hung the smelly socks above their heads. Director Lin immediately found out, reached out and tore off his socks, and threw them into the wall. He looked around for a kettle again. I finally found it under the bed, but there was not a drop of water.

Director Lin was about to carry the pot to fetch hot water, and called the xylophone to stop it. Xylophone said, it's just a matter of a few words, you are so busy that you don't dare to delay your business.

Director Lin didn't pretend to be polite anymore, and immediately slapped his head on the edge of the other bed. At this time, the smell of stinky feet in the house was a little lighter, but the smell of sour and rancid was still very strong. Feng'er's eyes were sharp, and she had already caught a glimpse of a washbasin under the head of the bed opposite, which was full of a basin of black dirty water, and clothes were looming in it. That sour smell must have come from there, the original place of the smell.

Feng'er said with a smile, it turns out that our police station is still a poison gas processing factory.

Director Lin asked puzzledly, what, what are you talking about, why is it a poison gas processing plant?

Feng'er didn't poke it anymore, and still replied with a smile, It's nothing, I'm talking to myself. She asked again, this is the New Year, and there are so many people to accompany you for the New Year.

Director Lin waved his hand and scolded, Don't mention it. These things are mixed up by heart, so they didn't make a score to let me have a stable year.

He said that since the beginning of the year, people have been making trouble at the "natural" factory. Of course, it is not vexatious, but to recover the payment owed by the "natural" factory half a year ago. In the summer of last year, the "natural" factory used all kinds of social connections to forcibly buy fresh fruit by any means. Although there is some inventory, the payment owed is a pile. As soon as they entered the wax moon, the anxious shippers came to the door to ask for money. At the beginning, the "natural" plant was full of promises that it would be closed before the end of the year. However, as the end of the year approached, the payment fell into the waterlogged sea, and there was no movement.

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