Early in the morning of July in the middle of summer, the trees on both sides of the road were making a lot of noise. The cicadas are shouting and cheering for the scorching sun, telling people: Summer is scorching, and another red-hot day has begun.

In the southeast corner of the seaside city, on the right side of the gate of a courtyard house, there is a wooden sign with black letters on a white background. As long as you are literate, you will know at a glance that this is a subordinate agency of the urban police station - the Brunei police station.

Twenty-five-year-old Ren Xiaotian is an ordinary police officer at the Brunei police station. A set of 83-style police uniforms with white on the top and blue on the bottom was worn on his body widely. Although it is not as delicate as the later police uniform, it still looks very energetic because of its good figure. Coupled with the red collar badge sewn on the neckline, it sets off him a little heroic.

The young man is plump and handsome, just like a student who has just graduated, with a bookish face and a bit of politeness. He had a kind smile on his face, and he should be a very pleasant young man. It's just that between his eyebrows, there is a little more cloud, which gathers but does not dissipate. It can be felt that this young man, who should have been very sunny, is likely to be very entangled and depressed in his heart.

The weather was too hot, and the police officers in the station didn't want to go out to do things, so they all stayed in the director's office to blow electric fans and brag and fart. Ren Xiaotian didn't want to get involved with others, so he sat alone in his office.

He had an issue of the "Haibin Daily" on his desk, lit a cigarette, and sat there with his eyes closed. At first glance, it seemed that he was reading the newspaper, but in fact, he didn't know where to go to the fairy mountain to be at ease.

"Tick bell, tick bell—" The crisp ringing of the phone interrupted the high-pitched conversation in the director's office, and also interrupted Ren Xiaotian's reverie.

"Hey, hello, I'm from the Brunei police station. Oh, what, what? There is an old spy who has been released from prison and will be placed by our police station. Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay, I'll arrange for someone to go to you and take the assignment. A middle-aged man with a somewhat high voice answered the phone as if no one was around.

The middle-aged man was as thin as a reed stick, and his waist was a little bent. He was wearing a white old man's sweatshirt on his upper body, a pair of huge shorts that hung down to his knees, and he was still shaking a banana fan in his hand.

As soon as he put down the phone, he muttered, "Fuck, this world is really getting more and more incomprehensible." An old spy who has been released from prison also wants us to send someone to help settle his life. You say, are the officials above panicking when they are full, or what's wrong? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes swept around the room, and he didn't see anyone he wanted to see, so he immediately cried like a rooster crowing: "What about Ren Xiaotian?" Die there, hurry up and roll over to me, why don't you have any eyesight like this! ”

Hearing the shouts from the office next door, Ren Xiaotian stood up suddenly, his hands pressed tightly on the table, and his two thick eyebrows were also deeply locked. He knew that when he went out to work on a hot day, the director of the bird who answered the phone didn't need to think about it, and he would directly hand over the task to himself.

Ren Xiaotian's stalemate was just a short moment. Then, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he bit his lip and moved, and pushed open the door of the next office with a 'creak'.

"Why is the movement so slow?" After the middle-aged man reprimanded, he ordered: "The security detachment of the city bureau called and said that there was an old spy who wanted to be placed with us. You go to them now and help them get things done. ”

"Oh-" Ren Xiaotian didn't say much, and just pushed the bicycle and walked out the door.

"Director, on this hot day, you can't always let Xiaotian go out on an errand as soon as something happens." A middle-aged man's accent is a little upset for Ren Xiaotian......

"Instructor, if this kind of thing is not allowed to go, who else can be allowed to go? Who made him the city's famous 'Cup' Mr. Mile! Tell you, I'm just going to fix him and see what kind of bird he can do to deal with me. Ha Lu Ha - "The tall and thin man seemed very proud of what he was doing.

Ren Xiaotian pedaled his bicycle and moved forward in the alleyway unhurriedly. Although it was a bit of a roundabout walk, after all, it was a lot less sun, and just after walking a short distance, someone in a grocery store on the side of the road was greeting and saying: "Director Ren, what are you doing running out on such a hot day, if you don't rest in the house?" Come and take a break in my shop. ”

"Thank you, Brother Guo. I'm going to the city bureau for some business, and I'll be there in a moment. Ren Xiaotian waved his hand to express his gratitude.

Not far away, a woman over half a hundred years old ran on the side of the road. She was hiding a fan over her head to keep the sun out. Ren Xiaotian hurriedly greeted and said, "Aunt Zhao, where are you going?" I'll give you a ride. ”

"Oh, it's Xiao Tianhe. No, I'll just go to the front shop and buy something, just a few steps away. On this hot day, you should also take care of your rest, child. When the old man saw Ren Xiaotian, he stopped happily.

On the third floor of the Municipal Police Station, the office of the head of the security detachment.

"Bang, bang-" Ren Xiaotian knocked on the office door.

"Come in." A loud voice rang out. After Ren Xiaotian pushed the door and walked in, a middle-aged man about forty years old raised his head from a document in front of the case.

The middle-aged man's jet-black hair has also been mixed with a few silver strands. The loud voice, the majestic momentum, the Chinese face, the thick eyebrows, the big eyes, the straight nose and the square mouth, and the pair of sharp, piercing eyes like steel diamonds, all show that this person is a senior professional policeman. He is the leader of the Song detachment of the public security detachment who greatly appreciates Ren Xiaotian.

"Xiaotian, it's coming so fast. What kind of wind is it today? Scrape you to me. Quick, sit down and blow it. When Captain Song spoke, he had a smile on his face.

He knew that Ren Xiaotian's director was very slammed on the door, lest he dig the foot of the wall and dig Ren Xiaotian to the security detachment. Because of this, in order to avoid people being distracted, when I called today, I just asked someone from the office to take the task back, and did not name Ren Xiaotian.

"The detachment leader has an order, can I still not run fast? Besides, on this kind of hot day, our big director can't come out. Otherwise, it will be sun-dried into roast chicken. Ren Xiaotian was not polite, and found a chair near the electric fan and sat down.

"You kid, when you leave the police station, you'll start to be poor again. Without further ado, I have a material here about an old spy who has been released from prison, and you can take a good look at it for me. Watch well, there are prizes. Otherwise, hmph, you can give me a good look at my ass. ”

A leader is a leader, and if you say that you will change your face, you will change your face. Just now he was talking and laughing, but in the blink of an eye, the topic changed. The reality is like this, the leader jokes with you, that is to look up to you. Now that the leader has changed the subject, it is necessary to quickly pick up the spirit and think about the work. If you still want to chatter, the result can only make the leader unhappy.

Fortunately, Ren Xiaotian knows the style of the detachment leader very well. As soon as the leader's words came out, he stuck out his tongue, and sat down obediently and skillfully to the side and looked at the materials. Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Captain Song nodded with satisfaction. said secretly: This kid is sensible. Knowing the proportions of his own work, he is not pampered and arrogant at all.

As a general rule, when a person who has been released from prison settles down, as long as the person concerned registers with the release certificate, where is it necessary to be so cautious. Since the leader attaches so much importance to it, Ren Xiaotian does not dare to be sloppy.

The material that Captain Song asked Ren Xiaotian to look at was very thin, and there were not a few pages in total. In less than a few minutes, Ren Xiaotian saw the end from the beginning. Ren Xiaotian looked at it several times, but he couldn't put it down.

Next, he put the ingredients on the table, lit a cigarette for himself, and thought deeply with his chin in his hand.

"Tell me, what do you think about this?" Seeing that Ren Xiaotian finally raised his head, Captain Song, who had been paying attention to his reaction, opened his mouth with a smile.

"Detachment leader, this matter is not simple." When Ren Xiaotian said this, he didn't look like he usually looked a little wooden in the police station, as if he had changed someone.

"Oh, what makes you see that it's not easy?" Captain Song threw a cigarette from the 'big front door' and went over, and Ren Xiaotian copied it with his backhand and took the cigarette into his hand.

"Well, this old spy named Xiang Ziliang used to be the colonel of the Military Command Bureau, and his identity is not ordinary." Ren Xiaotian groaned for a while and expressed his feelings.

Dai Li, the founder of the military command, was only a major general before the plane crash. For this reason, the personnel of the military command, starting with the director of the bureau, were unable to break through the hurdle of major generals. In this way, Xiang Ziliang's rank of colonel can be regarded as very high. Then, of course, his position in the military command is self-evident.

"Well, okay, that makes sense, go on." Captain Song was asking, but he sighed secretly in his heart: "Such a good young man, why do you have to get along with him?" Why did he get the nickname of Mr. 'Cup'? ”

The head of the Song detachment knew that Ren Xiaotian had been suppressed in the police station. After a long time, the child became like the clay and wood carved Bodhisattva in the temple, silent and silent all day long. Only when you meet someone who is kind to him will you reveal a little spirituality from time to time. Faced with this situation, Lao Song couldn't help it, so he could only sigh secretly.

Ren Xiaotian heard the detachment leader's question, showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said eloquently: "From the general situation, a person with such a high status in the military command is also the chief of the operation department specializing in the arrest task, and of course there will be no less crimes in his hands. He was not a war criminal, but he was not sentenced to death, which is a rare occurrence. One possibility is that he has enough secrets in his hands to save his life. There is another possibility, which is related to his experience as the captain of the hoe rape team in the era of beating little devils. has killed so many little devils and traitors, and he can be regarded as a national hero. ”

"Well, the analysis makes some sense, so go on." The words of the Song detachment leader are always not much. He's just asking questions and then listening.