Seventy-three

Chengyan, Public Security Bureau.

Brother Jiu sat motionless on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette and admiring the gloomy clouds. Freshly brewed health tea and spicy instant noodles were piled up on the desk, filling with a strong smell. Colleagues shook their heads at each other and exchanged code words, expressing their helplessness towards this "respectable" person. Maybe I'm getting older, so I'm a little more sentimental.

"Hey, Brother Jiu, don't be in a daze! If you really don't want to go to work, go back to your dorm and sleep for a while. A colleague said.

"Go to work." Brother Jiu laughed at himself, "We're also going to work!" After that, he abruptly withdrew his self-deprecation and snuffed out his cigarette. What qualifications can he have......

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