"The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven. You see this poem is written, not only magnificent, but also full of imagination, the poem is some of the most common words, but in Li Bai's hands is a peerless masterpiece that can be combined into a realistic image, he is worthy of being one of the outstanding representatives of romantic poets, no matter how ordinary things can be turned into magic in his hands. If he can live until now and stand on this tall building at our feet, I don't know what kind of amazing work he will write, but the quality of the building in the Tang Dynasty is incomparable with now, you see, this building will become a dangerous building as soon as it is high, Li Bai is also bold, and this dangerous building dares to climb up, so he is not afraid that the building will collapse and fall to his death? If only ......"

On the roof of the 212-meter-high Yongcheng International Trade Center, Qin Chao is proud to carry his hands on his back, overlooking the slightly hazy city at his feet.

But his chattering mouth completely ruined his majestic image.

"The dangerous building refers to the high-rise building of the Tibetan scriptures in the temple on the mountain." Ye Han interjected calmly.

Qin Chao's voice stopped abruptly, and he stood there like a duck choked by the neck, and then,

"I'll just say, how could Li Bai write poems about a dangerous building? When he wrote, everyone went to climb the dangerous building, and the building didn't collapse early? It's all because my physical education teacher in elementary school had to tell me that this dangerous building is a building that will fall down at the slightest touch......"

You have to admire the ability of a talker to come up with all sorts of bizarre explanations for anything in their mouths.

Ye Han didn't care about him, he just took care of himself and enjoyed the night view of Yongcheng for thirty nights.

The usually brightly lit office buildings have all fallen into darkness at the moment, and the white-collar workers who have been busy all year can finally take a breath, put down their work and go home for reunion, but there are still people sitting in the small duty room with white lights on the bottom of the building, guarding the empty building alone.

On the road, the traffic flow is still very large, and at each larger intersection, there are uniformed traffic police officers guarding the side, and the traffic light at one of the intersections seems to be out of order, and two young traffic policemen park their motorcycles in the center of the intersection and begin to direct traffic.

The snow that began to fall in the evening did not stop, but there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger, and the two young people were in the flying snowflakes, in the light of the dazzling headlights, constantly blowing the whistle in their mouths, waving their arms to ensure the normal flow of traffic.

Although it was far away, Ye Han could still clearly see the water stains on the two young faces, and he didn't know if it was flowing sweat or melting snow.

In the streets and alleys, sanitation workers in orange overalls push tricycles slowly, they stop from time to time to sweep the garbage left on the side of the road into the bucket and pour it into the car.

Police cars shining with blue and red light are also constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys, and many people will have an inexplicable sense of security when they look at this blue and red light.

A little girl carries a floating red balloon to a patrol car and gives it to the police uncle inside.

After a while, the patrol car continued to start and slowly drove forward, and the small balloon floated above the window, rippling in the wind.

In the middle of nowhere, patrolmen in raincoats are constantly walking through the streets and alleys, and these places are the focus of their patrols.

There are many, many people like them, who are silently giving, whether they are visible or invisible, everything they do is to let everyone have a good year with peace of mind.

Ye Han and the others too, and their task is heavier, because the people who deal with them are all deviants, and no one can predict that on this night, there will be deviants with evil thoughts who deliberately make trouble, or if there are deviants who have drunk too much to go out and make trouble.

Therefore, all the staff of the Yongcheng Abnormal Investigation Bureau worked overtime tonight, and they were all assigned to all corners of Yongcheng in order to deal with possible abnormal events at any time.

Due to lack of manpower, the various mutant teams were broken up into groups of two, and then each was responsible for the relevant matters in the pre-arranged area.

The same was true of the seventh group, and the extra Ye Han formed a group with Qin Chao.

For this reason, Xi Shui'er, who had long wanted to be in a group with Ye Han, had always looked at Qin Chao with evil eyes, she was extremely suspicious of Qin Chao's impure purpose, and before leaving, she kept telling Ye Han in her ear, asking her to prevent fire and theft and prevent Qin Chao.

Looking at Ye Han who was staring intently, Qin Chao gradually closed his non-stop mouth, and then quietly looked at Ye Han's beautiful side face.

The rooftop was silent until a call rang out in their headsets.

"Director, there are deviants in the drunken bar, who have drunk too much and made trouble, and the troublemakers are strong, ask for support!"

"Roger!" Qin Chao responded calmly, and then said to Ye Han, "Daji, let's go, our first order of the thirty nights is open." ”

"Okay." Ye Han retracted his gaze from afar, answered calmly, and then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the roof. Qin Chao behind him shook his head helplessly to follow, Daji was still as casual as ever.

The busy night has begun, and after dealing with the incident of the deviant man who was making trouble in the bar and was violently beaten by the more violent deviant proprietress of the deviant boss, they dealt with the incident of the drunken iron-headed man and the bronze statue on the street to see who had a harder head, ** The man carried a big knife and vowed to cut down the newly built Yongjiang Bridge......

Most of these incidents are caused by the deviant who drank too much, and some of them were caused by their own hot temper and fighting because they couldn't control it because of a little friction.

People who have not experienced it will never know that there will be so many strange things in this world, just like the day does not understand the darkness of the night, the world in your eyes and the world in the eyes of others may be completely different.

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the morning that the two finally stopped.

At this time, most of the high-rise buildings have fallen into darkness, and the people who have finished their happiness and excitement have fallen asleep and started to have their first dreams of the new year, hoping that they can all make their dreams come true.

On the empty road, there is not a single car, only the pale yellow street lamps shed warm light, decorating the lonely street in the early morning.

Ye Han and Qin Chao walked side by side on the sidewalk on the side of the road, no one spoke, just walked quietly.

Their mission was not completed, and even if there were no events now, they would continue to patrol until the morning sun rose in the east.

I don't know when the flying snowflakes stopped, and they didn't form snow in this southern city after all, and eventually turned into snow and moistened the land below.

The crisp and melodious footsteps reverberated on the pavement shining with a little gentle yellow light.

Suddenly, Qin Chao stopped, and then Ye Han also stopped and turned his head to look at him.

"Daji." Qin Chao stared at Ye Han's beautiful eyes and was silent for a while before he spoke, "Happy New Year!" ”

Ye Han suddenly laughed, this smile, peerless, this smile, a hundred charms grow, this smile, the ice melts and the snow disappears.

"Well, Happy New Year."

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