Mo Yanfei sat at the desk, looked at the various file bags on the table that were half a foot high, and after being silent for three minutes, he looked up and said to Lu Yan: "What has happened in the past few days, how can so many people die in life and death?" ”

Lu Yan glanced up at Mo Yanfei, and said slowly: "Sister Xiaofei, these are not only sent in the past few days, but some seem to have been sent for a month. ”

Mo Yanfei muttered, "Oh, it's been so long. ”

Lu Yan smiled and continued to bow her head and draw on the paper one by one. scolded in my heart: You deserve it, let you not work normally, do it yourself now, don't expect me to help you.

Although Mo Yanfei looks at a lot of files on his desktop, for those who are used to it, he should be able to deal with it in one day. It's a pity that Mo Yanfei is not the person who is used to doing it, she is just familiar with the people in the area under her jurisdiction, and most of them can't be named. Mo Yanfei knew that Lu Yan would not help her, Lu Yan just wanted to see her busy and anxious.

Mo Yanfei is helplessly sorting, classifying, and registering. At this time, as soon as the door opened, Zhou Feng walked in with a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts.

Mo Yanfei looked up and said with a smile: "Didn't go out today?" ”

Zhou Feng put the sugar-fried chestnuts on the desk: "Just came back." I bought it at the door, and I heard that you went to work, so I'll give it to you. ”

Mo Yanfei frowned and sighed: "Alas, if you don't eat it, you haven't done so much work." ”

Zhou Feng took a file bag and opened it, and pulled out the information inside, "Just such a little work, it stumped you?" ”

"Alas, I don't like to write the most, and my head hurts when I write."

Zhou Feng glanced at Mo Yanfei: "Next time I say that my hands hurt when I am tired of writing, the credibility can be higher." ”

"What I said is true." Mo Yanfei put down the pen in his hand, opened the paper bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, and said to Lu Yan: "Xiaoyan, don't write it, eat some chestnuts first." ”

Lu Yan's heart was sour, she stood up and said, "I'll go get some water." After saying that, he walked out of the office with the kettle.

Zhou Feng glanced at Lu Yan's back out of the corner of his eye, and said to Mo Yanfei: "You eat yours, I'll write it." ”

Mo Yanfei said: "That's embarrassing." But he stood up and gave up his seat to Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng smiled and sat down on Mo Yanfei's chair, he picked up the pen and was about to continue writing.

Mo Yanfei said: "I will put aside half of the one I wrote, and you register this one in your hand, so as not to look bad in the handwriting of one registration form." ”

Zhou Feng looked at Mo Yanfei's half-filled registration form: "Don't worry." And then I wrote it.

Mo Yanfei looked at Zhou Feng's writing, was shocked, and said: When did Zhou Feng start imitating my handwriting?

After Zhou Feng wrote a few lines, he stopped his pen and asked, "How is the writing?" ”

Mo Yanfei looked at Zhou Feng: "Why do you want to imitate my words?" ”

"Silly girl, we are all practicing Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, as long as I write the words a little smaller, it will be almost the same as your words. As long as you don't let your father see it, ordinary people can't see it. ”

Mo Yanfei suddenly realized that she was thinking too much, she smirked and said, "I learned it from my father, I thought it was the only one who could." ”

Zhou Feng picked up the pen: "You, if you can reach half of your father's realm, I can't imitate it." ”

"Doesn't what I wrote like my dad wrote?"

Zhou Feng glanced at Mo Yanfei: "Writing, in addition to shape, also has spirit and rhyme. You've only learned the surface, and you're far from it. ”

Mo Yanfei peeled the sugar and fried the chestnuts, and said while eating: "I also heard my father say that words are like people." It's a pity that I don't have my father's bearing, so I write poorly. ”

Zhou Feng teased: "Yo, it's rare to see you so modest." ”

"Hehe, I'm pretty self-aware." Mo Yanfei said, handing the peeled sugar-fried chestnuts to Zhou Feng.

"You can eat." Zhou Feng lowered his head and continued to copy.

Mo Yanfei handed the chestnuts to Zhou Feng's mouth: "You bought them, why do you have to eat two." ”

Mo Yanfei was unintentional, she often did this when she ate with Zhang Siye and Feng Qiang. But in Zhou Feng's eyes, this was different, his heart was beating wildly.

Mo Yanfei saw Zhou Feng stunned, and urged: "Hurry up and open your mouth." ”

Zhou Feng opened his mouth to bite the chestnut in Mo Yanfei's hand, chewed it twice mechanically and swallowed it.

Mo Yanfei continued to peel the chestnuts, and after eating two by himself, he would hand one to Zhou Feng. Zhou Feng ate mechanically, and the words in front of his happy eyes were a little unclear.

Zhou Feng was happy, so he heard Fu Wenpeng shouting outside the door: "Brother Feng, the widow of Nancheng Han is dead." ”

Before Zhou Feng could react, Mo Yanfei had already gotten up and ran out, "Murder?" ”

Fu Wenpeng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The neighbor saw Widow Han lying on the ground from the window, motionless. After calling the police, the patrol confirmed that he was dead, and Sergeant Sun asked us to go to the scene first. ”

"Oh, let's go." Mo Yanfei said and walked out.

Zhou Feng walked out of the office with Mo Yanfei's coat and said, "Xiao Fei, put on the coat." ”

Mo Yanfei took the clothes and put them on as he walked: "Let's go, it's time to destroy the scene when it's too late." ”

Lu Yan took the kettle, slowly walked back to the office, and muttered in a low voice: "If you work like this every day, you will be able to register in what year." ”

Lu Yan glanced at Mo Yanfei's desk, which was covered with open documents and messy chestnut shells, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and complained, "Don't expect me to clean it up for you!" ”

Widow Han's family lives at the mouth of the alley, the small courtyard is not big, and the high courtyard wall of one person covers everything that happens in the courtyard.

After Mo Yanfei and Zhou Feng arrived, Mo Yanfei did not rush into the hospital, she first observed the surrounding environment and the lively idlers in front of the courtyard.

Zhou Feng asked, "Xiao Fei, what's wrong?" ”

"It's fine." Mo Yanfei lowered his head and walked into the courtyard as he spoke.

There was some chaos in the hospital, and Mo Yanfei could see at a glance that this Han widow did not belong to the diligent people.

The patrol officer saw Zhou Feng and introduced: "As soon as I patrolled here, I heard Mrs. Zhou shouting that Widow Han fell on the ground in the house, as if she couldn't do it. I went into the house to confirm that Widow Han was dead, and then called someone to call the bureau. ”

Zhou Feng walked to the door of the house, although he was standing outside the door, he could see Widow Han lying on the floor of the hall at a glance.

Mo Yanfei was just about to walk into the house, but was pulled by Zhou Feng: "Don't go in." ”

Mo Yanfei was stunned, and Zhou Feng explained in a low voice: "There is blood all over the place." ”

Only then did Mo Yanfei understand that Zhou Feng was afraid that she would see blood. She smiled and said, "I've seen too much, I'm not afraid." ”

Mo Yanfei walked into the hall and habitually glanced at everything in the room. Then he looked down at his feet and slowly walked over to the corpse.

Widow Han was neatly dressed, her head was injured, a large amount of blood was flowing out, and the blood stains had coagulated.

Mo Yanfei squatted down, just wanting to check carefully. I heard someone behind me shouting, "Don't move, get out quickly." ”