Hurry up, Wang Luo and the two of them arrived at the police station nearly half an hour late, and this was still when Mao Xiaotong simply cleaned up.

Thinking about the time it took for the other party to dress up seriously, Wang Luo felt shuddered, women are really terrible creatures.

Cover the dark circles with foundation and then apply eye shadow, pluck off the eyebrows one by one with a clip and then paint the eyebrows, which are all red but have hundreds of shades, all of which make the scalp tingle when you think about it.

Not to mention what kind of speed Mao Xiaotong soared on the road, and then how Captain Wu of the traffic police team had a headache. After arriving at the agreed place, the two of them found that more than 60 people from the police station had gathered in a room to do a very traditional thing - a morning meeting.

It turned out to be a guest, coupled with Mao Xiaotong's special identity, so Director Zheng didn't say anything about the two of them being late. The square-faced apprentice Yang Guang had a good look, moved a chair and placed it between Director Zheng and his master, and then gently pulled Wang Luo's sleeve and motioned him to go out with him.

Without the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room, Yang Guang's expression relaxed a lot.

"Most of the content of today's morning meeting is what we discussed yesterday, and the words in it can be left to my master and Comrade Xiao Mao to report. You come with me to the collection room, the image sketch of Liu Yang's part-time criminal over there, you cooperate with him to draw the image that replaced your cousin first, and then we will find someone according to the picture. ”

Regarding Yang Guang's suggestion, Wang Luo thought about it a little and felt that it was okay, but if he and Mao Xiaotong used the method he did yesterday, it should be faster.

"Hey, Brother Yang, if you are in the collection room, can you find the photos of people who died ten years ago?"

"This one...... I don't know very well, you can negotiate with Liu Yang about the specific situation. ”

After answering Wang Luo's question, Yang Guang immediately thought of what the other party was calculating, and he patted the student's shoulder with a smile.

"You still honestly put out the portrait with Liu Yang, even if we can find a photo of the person who died in our area during that time period ten years ago, we can't guarantee that the deceased is among these people. You can just give us the information you know, and then leave this line to us professionals to look up. ”

Regarding Yang Guang's words, Wang Luo nodded quite approvingly, but how did the former know, Wang Luo recognized his last sentence, just get the information he knew, as for the way, you have to control it yourself.

The police station is not big, and there are not a few steps from the conference room to the collection room, and Yang Guang hurriedly went back to the conference room after saying hello to Liu Yang, who was adjusting the equipment, thinking that there would be something involving him next at the morning meeting.

Not to mention how Director Zheng and our Comrade Xiao Mao pointed out the country at the morning meeting, the expression on Wang Luo's face immediately changed after Yang Guang went out, and the corners of his mouth couldn't wait to be listed behind his ears.

"Officer Liu Yang, can you have a discussion, that is, I think there is another way to do this job. ”

……

Coming out of the conference room, Mao Xiaotong felt that his head was dizzy, obviously he had to spend more than two hours discussing such a simple thing yesterday.

No, it should be close to three hours, judging from the progress when they first came in, they should have been a lot of time, this habit of the government unit is too terrible, if you bring a group of people yourself, you must change it.

Mao Xiaotong's irritable mood hadn't been adjusted yet, and something that made her a little unhappy came into view again - Wang Luo was drinking tea in the pavilion in the courtyard, just drink tea, he was still chatting with a police flower who looked quite marked, just chat, the two of them were chatting quite happily.

Oops, I'm talking to a group of rough guys in the meeting here, and you're all chatting here, the peach blossom luck is not ordinary.

Mao Xiaotong's heart was burning with a wang, with a thousand catties of strength on his feet, but he rushed towards the two of them without a sound on his feet.

"I said Sister Liu, how can Liu Lizhu in that Yiren pretend to be comparable to you, her temperament is too demonic. You give people the feeling that it is 'clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving', the two of you are one in the sky and one underground. ”

Poof, she chuckled, obviously this Sister Liu was tired of Wang Luo's words, so she casually combed the broken hair on her sideburns, and then smiled.

"Brother Wang Luo, your mouth is so sweet, if my sister is ten years younger, I may be coaxed away by you. ”

"But Liu Lizhu's woman is not simple, she was ...... eleven years ago"

Just when Wang Luo was listening to it, he felt a murderous aura coming from behind, and goosebumps came out directly on the hot day.

"Wang Luo, hello. ”

This familiar voice, this familiar feeling, completely implemented his bad premonition.

Wang Luo turned his head and looked, who else was standing behind him at this time, not Mao Xiaotong?

Wang Luo wanted to cry, but he didn't dare, so he reluctantly made a little face that was more ugly than crying, and replied with a slightly trembling voice.

"Uh, ah? It's okay, it's okay. ”

Without paying attention to Wang Luo's words, Mao Xiaotong directly shifted his gaze to the police officer who was also surnamed Liu.

"I don't know what this aunt should call her?"

Inexplicably affected by the fish pond, Liu Yang was slightly stunned at first, and after seeing Wang Luo's frightened expression, she also understood most of the situation in front of her.

"This little sister is Comrade Mao Xiaotong, now it has spread in the bureau, and a young and promising cadre at the prefectural department level has come to it. It's amazing to see it today, sister, you're so young, this body hasn't opened yet. ”

As he spoke, Liu Yang straightened his chest forward, and then rubbed his shoulders.

"This person, when he is older, he is easy to get tired, you see that I sit for a while and my back hurts and my legs hurt. But looking at your figure, sister, I guess there won't be such troubles as mine. ”

Oh, what's going on?

Wang Luo looked at the two people who were tense, and the whole person was almost stunned, the two of them had never met before, why was the smell so strong when they met?

"Aunt Liu, wait a minute, I just want to ask if the sketches of the characters related to the case that you and Wang Luo painted just now have been done?"

Or call me aunt? Explain what I did? Liu Yang didn't care about the two tricks sent by Mao Xiaotong.

"This has already been done, and we have to thank Comrade Xiao Mao for your idea. How else would the two of us have time here for tea and chat?"

"My idea?"

Obviously, Mao Xiaotong probably forgot about yesterday's stubble, but it doesn't matter if she forgets, does anyone remember?

A cold light swept over, and Wang Luo immediately shivered as if he was in the cold winter of Layue.

"Sister Liu is talking about the method we came up with yesterday to directly screen the photos of people who died ten years ago. Although what can be seen in the collection room is not as detailed as the information in the archive room, there are many more people in the image. ”

"Also, this is the information of the person in my cousin's urn, please take a look. ”

The attention diversion Dafa was unleashed, and Wang Luo recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart I don't know how many times.

Auntie, can you hurry up and stop asking this stubble?

Taking the folder handed over by Wang Luo, Mao Xiaotong lowered his head and glanced twice, there was indeed a photo of an aging old man who did not look good.

Feng Zhong, born in 1919, a native of Fengjia Village, Gaoyang, joined the Independent Armed Forces Department in 1940 to fight against foreign enemies, was discharged from the army due to injuries in 1946, returned to his hometown to work as a farmer, and died in Fengjia Village in 2002. ”

"Anti-Japanese war veteran?"

"That's right. Wang Luo nodded seriously, then clenched his fists and continued with a sense of depression.

"The old things of the past are not over today, and we have to get back the old and new hatreds. ”