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Qiao Zhen hung up the phone in disappointment, and saw his father walking into the office, looking at him, and bowing his head as if nothing had happened just now. She opened the document with a calm face and began to write a record of her work.

Just now, Zhang Chenzhi arranged for her to talk to the family of the severed finger to inform him of his confession, in addition, to listen to what the family members think, and at the same time, he can also ask the other party to bring some daily necessities and clothes. He has no other relatives in the country.

Qiao Rao Gang asked in a deep voice, "What do you say?" ”

"Ah, talking to me?" She asked knowingly, "The other party said that there was no one to come, and there was no money to take the train." ”

"What else did you say?"

Nothing else paid attention, and when his father answered the phone, he repeatedly asked if he wanted to lose money. The others said that they would cut off the father-son relationship with him, and that they should not have this son, and that we should not call them again. ”

The cold tone on the other end of the phone chilled her as an outsider. Qiao Rao just listened, his nose "snorted", stopped talking, and turned around and walked out again.

Qiao Zhen lifted his watch, looked out the window, and then ran downstairs. The Severed Finger walked as if waiting for something, and his eyes lit up when he saw her running panting. Noticing her silence, the blurred light dimmed a little.

Qiao Zhen stood not far from the police car, watching his colleagues detain the finger cutter into the car, and they were about to send him to the detention center to await the verdict of the prosecution. This hateful and pathetic person, what will happen on the road ahead, they know better than anyone else, and any regret is late.

Seeing the police car leave, Zhang Chenzhi walked into the building with her, Qiao Zhen unconsciously glanced at the window of Shi Yan's office, slowed down, and deliberately kept his distance from him.

As he walked, he didn't see Qiao Zhen side by side, so he stopped and greeted her: "Hey, Lisuo, the elevator is coming soon." ”

"It's okay, you go first." Qiao Zhen pretended to look at his phone and reply to the message.

"Don't do it, you know this elevator, it's very slow, I'll wait for you." He said, one foot straddling the outside of the elevator.

Qiao Zhen was helpless, so he could only stuff his phone back into his pocket, quickly stepped into the elevator, and looked directly at the floor number of the elevator.

Zhang Chenzhi looked at her inexplicably, didn't feel at ease, and asked, "This weekend, the Youth League Committee organized an outdoor barbecue, will you go?" ”

Qiao Zhen understands that he is referring to the biannual "back-to-school activities", because the police academy is next to this outdoor country park, and every spring and winter, the leaders of the Youth League Committee in each unit will always organize everyone to go to the barbecue, called strengthening team building, which is actually to reminisce about youth and visit teachers. The first cross-country run of their police career took place in this park, where their sweat and youth were there, and their names were engraved on every floor tile on the alumni corridor.

Shi Yeon and her ex-husband's faces flashed in front of her eyes, and she reflexively said, "Don't go." After speaking, he realized that his tone was a little too guarded, and then explained, "There was already an arrangement that day, and I made an appointment before the notice came down, and it was not good to miss the appointment, and I will definitely participate next time I have the opportunity." ”

"On a date?"

Qiao Zhen didn't expect Zhang Chenzhi to gossip, and his expression was so natural, as if it was as ordinary as asking "Have you ever eaten".

She advised herself not to think too much, and she couldn't think too much, and replied calmly, following his example: "No, participate in another event." ”

"You can't just work hard and not think about personal problems, when the time comes, Master Qiao will ask me." Zhang Chenzhi tried his best to say quietly, in front of Qiao Zhen, he was always a little different from himself in the eyes of others, but he understood that this was the truest self, facing feelings, moving forward bravely, recklessly, he smiled, and then changed his words and said, "It's really not good, let's digest it internally." ”

Qiao Zhen was surprised: "It's not a broken rule, two people can't work in the same department." ”

"It depends on what the relationship is, only when you are married, you need to consider this aspect of the problem, and when the time comes, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge. However, like those who do our business, the time is so tight, and they usually go to get married after talking, you say, am I right? Zhang Chenzhi said and stepped out of the elevator and smiled at her.

Qiao Zhen was a little confused by his words of advance and retreat, and was stunned in place, Zhang Chenzhi saw it, helped her block the elevator door, and made a "please" gesture, and she walked out with an apologetic smile.

Qiao Zhen didn't give an answer, because she didn't know what she wanted to give the answer.

Just when she was rarely speechless, Zhang Chenzhi's mobile phone rang at the same time as the phone in her office, almost saving her from this awkward and delicate conversation. She glanced at him, looked at him with eyes fixed on her face, blushed, and raced from his side to the office, having no time to care about her posture almost as if she were running away.

Zhang Chenzhi looked up, smiled slightly, frowned silently, answered the phone and walked away without saying a word.

The woman's palm holding the mobile phone was slightly sweaty, and when she saw the familiar number, she avoided her colleague, immediately hid in the bathroom, locked the door, and stared at the words "unread text message" for a long time before clicking on it.

After three months, she finally got in touch with her husband again, she thought, maybe reading a text message will make her a harborer, but who made him the father of the child, what did she once rely on?

The content of the text message is very simple, so simple that it is a little cold and even selfish, only a declarative sentence without modal words, and there is no superfluous expression of one word: "5000 yuan, transfer to ICBC account today." If it weren't for the mobile phone number, she could recite it with her eyes closed, which was almost a text message that could be used as an advertisement or even a scam.

Her face turned from horror to disappointment to endless worry as she looked at her phone. Yes, since he said goodbye to her and the child in a hurry late one night three months ago, all she had on her mind was worry. Worry about whether he has a place to sleep and money to eat outside, worry about how the children and teachers will explain here, and worry about who will take care of the elderly at home when they are sick in the future.

The burden of the family was all on her alone, and she was almost crushed.

Where the hell is he now, who is he with these days, and what is he doing? Why is it so urgent to suddenly ask for 5,000 yuan? This is a month's income for their family, not a small amount, has he considered it for them?

The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she wiped away the tears that had slipped down her face, quickly dispelling these thoughts. A wife has no choice but to take responsibility when her husband suffers such a catastrophe. She said hello to her colleagues, picked up her bag, stepped on her bike, and headed to the bank.

The card was registered in her name, and the transfer to her own card was made, and the staff at the counter did not ask much. When she walked out of the bank, there was a mixture of pathos and lightness, at least her husband still had her backing, at least the money transferred now could allow him to live a life of food and clothing for a while.

The woman didn't know that her man had fallen forever in a pool of blood a day earlier. At this moment, he had a rope around his neck that had ended his name, blood congealed in his hair, and his brain and blood mixed together, emitting a characteristic fishy smell. It didn't take long for a swarm of red-headed flies to smell and dance around him, as if singing lamentations for his death. After a few more days, maggots began to crawl out of the man's body, densely packed, afraid that he would be lonely, and held a feast.

Perhaps, the only consolation she can feel in the future is that the man is dying in his bed, and not somewhere else.

The man's room had two single beds and the other bed was empty, and the room was almost empty, making him the only prominent protagonist in the room.

The door to the room was closed, and because there was an en-suite bathroom, the landlord of the next room was not curious about why the two young men were closed. He has seen a lot of young tenants and knows that they can play games day and night, relying on a box of instant noodles to stay at home for a month, playing in the dark.

It wasn't until the day of the rent payment that there was still no answer in the back room, and the landlord opened the door with the spare key, and the sight in front of him suddenly soared his blood pressure, and he covered his head that was about to crack and dialed 110.