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Intersection 164

At the end of the meeting, everyone was regrouped into four groups to act. To read the latest chapters, please lock in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info only Bach is the only one among the main members who stays at the villa headquarters, and it can be seen that he also wants to be on the scene, but he has the analytical reasoning ability and experience related to the apocalyptic phenomena here, and he is the only expert person, and no one can replace his job.

"Have you seen how the police department's on-site forensics team and the FBI's behavioral analysis unit work?" Jung asked as he walked a few brisk steps and walked alongside Bach.

He shook his head in confusion, not understanding why the chief had suddenly brought it up.

"Everyone envies the front-line cadres who go out to the scene to collect evidence and conduct psychological analysis, they think that those people are the real main force in the fight against crime, but they have forgotten about it. If there is no one to do the work of identification and intelligence backup, the efficiency of the front-line operators will be greatly reduced, and even the case will not be solved. After all, the evidence for the reasoning of front-line operators depends on the results of those who support them. Jung stopped, looked Bach in the eye, and said sincerely: "I want to tell you that your work is vital to us, and that you are doing what we cannot do." I hope you will be able to continue. ”

Bach was a little flattered, but soon became kind and said firmly: "I know that I will do my best, and although I am a little sorry not to be able to go on the scene, I enjoy my current job." ”

Jung tapped him on the shoulder, and Bach didn't say anything more, turning away.

Tomie and I listened to the conversation between the two and saw Jung's leadership and charisma firsthand. It's not that Jung never showed considerable leadership skills, but when he appeared in front of everyone, his silence, expressions, and movements had an impact on the team, and this influence was subtle.

Jung didn't mind and even encouraged the players to show their individuality, and this kind of tight management did not loosen the team structure. Although his face looks stern and rigid, it doesn't need people to figure out his character, and he spends time to compliment, coupled with his elite qualifications, which makes the team members respect and trust. It took only one day for the new commander to capture the hearts of the players.

I also admire him very much, and I feel that there are many similarities with him, and even want to be similar to him, so sometimes I can't help but learn his expressions and tone. Although I never mentioned it to anyone else, and I didn't want anyone to see it, I have to admit that Jung was the kind of person I wanted to be.

It's just that Tomie has an opposing point of view, and she can see my thoughts lightly, and several times she pulls my face hard when I try to stretch my expression.

"You can't be like that." "Jung did a good job," she said, dissatisfied, "but we don't need a second Jung. No one is perfect, and everyone does think Jung is a good ruler from the bottom of their hearts, but do you know the comments they don't say? ”

"What?" I'm a little curious, and in my opinion, Jung is not perfect, but there is nothing too criticism.

"Arrogant and rigid. Always with a stinky face, I don't know what I'm thinking. I always feel like the strongest person in the team. Etcetera. ”

"Is it that bad?" I was a little surprised, but since Tomie said it, it was probably not far from ten.

"That's all it takes to hear bad things, but there are more good reviews than bad reviews, so I'm a good sir." Tomie blocked the wind and lit a cigarette with a lighter, and the smoke from the spews swirled in front of his face, "Although I didn't go to school, Agawa, you said that you did a good job in the student union, and you are an honor student who is supported by teachers and students, doesn't it just show that what you did was right?" I know that you want to learn from Jung, and this cannot be said to be wrong, but I want to tell you that there is not only one right. Achuan, it's enough to keep your old way, after all, it's been tested by reality, hasn't it? ”

It was the first time I had seen Tomie's serious expression, and she usually followed me, so I was greatly moved by this earnest admonition. When was the last time you were taught in this way? I can't remember. Since I entered junior high school, I have never been reprimanded by my parents and teachers since I was a child.

Maybe in their hearts, I have become a calm and steady person who will not make mistakes. However, I knew that I was not as relieved as they thought, but they wanted me to be like that, so I made myself like that, and that's it.

Only Jiang is different, no matter which personality it is, even after the relationship between the two of us is confirmed, they never express what kind of man they want me to become. When I was with her, I felt extremely light, and I felt that only with her could I be myself.

"I love you." Tomie's gaze was full of affection, "It's not Jung, it's no one else, it's you, Achuan." I don't mind what kind of person you become at all, I just don't want to see you become someone else. ”

If it weren't for the people they loved, who would suppress themselves and change themselves?

"I'm Takakawa. Never turn out to be someone else. I said, staring into her eyes.

Our task was to continue to spy on Sergeant Engels with Jung. Jung tracked down for a night yesterday, and although nothing was found, this kind of wait-and-see approach is still worth looking forward to. Because the information and reasoning gathered so far will take time to test, there is no better way to do it than wait until a breakthrough is made and things change.

Pan drove away the SUV she and Jung shared. Jung got into our car and instructed us to park next to a fast-food restaurant twenty meters away from the police station. There are a lot of cars parked here, so they don't attract much attention, and some of them are even private cars of the police. You don't need a telescope or anything like a tool to see people entering and exiting the police station, and you don't have to worry about going hungry with a restaurant right next to it.

Jung stayed here yesterday until nine o'clock in the evening and did not leave, for unknown reasons, and Sergeant Engels did not leave work until that time. It's not a surprise that senior leaders work overtime, but there doesn't seem to be any work in the town that requires overtime to get things done. Yesterday Jung was not fully prepared, and he had other concerns, so he did not intend to surprise the snake, but if Engels was still the same today, maybe he would have made a secret visit.

"Have you had breakfast? The special burgers here have a unique taste. Jung said.

Being able to enjoy the surprises of a store that you don't usually pay much attention to may be the only pleasure in boring surveillance work. I even felt a little bit that Jung deliberately skipped breakfast just to enjoy it, and this vague thought made that rigid face much cuter.

Since as a prefect, I always have a straight face and seems to have no interest in the food recommended by Jung, so I naturally want to try it. Tomie naturally has no opinion, she is keen on physical exercise, has an excellent appetite, eats more than me, but there is no fat at all, it seems that all the excess fat has gone to **. When it comes to food, I initially thought Jung was a vegetarian, but that turned out to be a mistake.

Jung glanced at the gate of the police station, and there was no one worth mentioning in the crowd, so he got out of the car and went into the fast food restaurant. I rolled down the window to let in the warm, fresh air and peered through the glass walls of the fast-food restaurant to see inside.

I don't know if it's past the peak hours of the morning business, or if it's not popular in the first place, and there aren't many people in the store. I think it's probably the former, after all, I looked around and didn't see any more fast food restaurants.

Maybe the police station will order food at this restaurant nearby. However, it is already working hours, so there are only four tables in the store with customers.

There was only one desk working, but there were six people in line, and there were four people in front of Jung.

However, there are alfresco seating outside the fast food outlets, with four chairs and a parasol at each table. Many people will take out food and drink to eat, and there are more people than in the store.

The warm sun warms the air, and once it flows, it blows on the body and makes people tired. I didn't sleep well last night, and although the noise kept coming, I felt like I was listening to a lullaby, and my head and eyelids felt heavy. After a while, the breeze brought a bell, and someone pushed open the door and walked out. I pulled myself together and looked over there without any trouble, so as not to doze off again.

But when I saw the person clearly, the sleepy worm suddenly disappeared.

The young man who looked like a student, the shirt and jeans on his body set off his physique a little thin, and the black-rimmed glasses on his face showed a weak atmosphere. There is some resemblance to Bach, but Bach is more enthusiastic and cheerful, and has the confidence of a scholar. Isn't this the son of Irene, who else in Marseille, whom I met by chance yesterday at the optician?

I didn't expect him to really stay in this town to find the phantom of his dead mother, right? He was still in the shop, but Jung didn't seem to notice. Gotta talk to him about it, I think.

Marseille walked out with a paper bag of fast food and drinks, and just as a tall, gray-headed old man was about to enter. The two bumped into each other, and the young man hurriedly held on to the paper bag in a panic, while apologizing to each other again and again. I can't see the old man's appearance clearly from here, according to the gray-headed Cheng Dù, it is estimated that the other party's age is about fifty years old, this is because his physique is really strong, even ordinary athletic guys can't compare, otherwise he has to judge that he is older.

Although the old man's physique gave people the feeling that he could not be provoked lightly, his attitude was very gentle, which can be seen from Marseille's gradually relaxed expression and shoulders. However, I always felt that the back was a little familiar, maybe it was an illusion after seeing Marseille. There was another ringing of bells, and the old man disappeared into the shop.

Marseille came to the open-air seat with the food, and he was the only one at the table, looking a little lonely. He seemed to be hungry, munching on a hamburger, and so preoccupied that he didn't seem to know what to eat. I don't know what kind of stimulation I encountered, but I guess it was probably about my mother, and the face was a little pale, intertwined with distress and doubt.

No matter how you think about it, it doesn't look like a face that has done something bad.

Although it is speculated that his parents did some terrible human realizations, he was still a six or seven-year-old child at the time, and he could not be judged to be a bad guy on this basis.

I don't think he knew much about the events, but I had to make sure.

"I'll go out for a while." I said to Tomie.

"Where to go?"

I pointed in the direction of Marseille, and Tomie looked over and immediately showed a clear look.

I opened the door and took a look, bought a cup of milk tea at the mobile drink store, and walked towards Marseille. It wasn't until I pulled out the seat across from him and sat down that Marseille suddenly came to his senses. He looked up and looked at me with some dazed and confused looks, probably because I had changed my shape and put on my glasses, and I didn't recognize it.

I smiled at him, took a few sips of milk tea, and placed the cup on the table.

"What a coincidence, I saw you yesterday." I say.

"Yesterday? You are ......"

"Optical shop." I clicked on my glasses and prompted, "You just left yesterday when my fiancée and I walked in the door. ”

"Ah, I remember. Nice to see you again. Marseille laughed knowingly, and held out his hand in a friendly manner, but immediately felt that it was unclean and covered with crumbs, and retracted it in embarrassment, and before that I grabbed it and shook it vigorously.

"My name is Crow." I say.

"My name is Marseille." Marseille smiled shyly and asked with some hesitation, "Are you alone......?" ”

"My fiancée dumped me." I say.

He knew I was joking, so he didn't dwell on the topic anymore. He opened the food bag to me and asked me if I wanted some, but I refused, and he didn't force it.

"Aunt Bulma's burger is delicious." He said in a nostalgic tone, "I haven't eaten it in a long time." ”

"You seem to know the people of this town well." I asked, "Are you from the town?" ”

"It used to be, but it was a long time before I moved to a city on the other side of the lake." "I haven't been back for ten years," Marseille lamented, "and if it weren't for ......," he paused here for a moment, "I probably never would have come back." ”

"What about you? Is it from the town? Or are you here for a tourist? Marseille asked.

"I'm here for a tour." I said, pulling out my cigarette, "Don't mind, do you?" Would you like one? Camel's. ”

Marseille chuckled and shook his head in refusal, saying that smoking was not allowed in the school. Ah, what a different student than me. I thought about it as I lit a fire.

"That...... Mr. Crowe looked quite young. Marseille said hesitantly.

"It's just that I'm young, I'm old enough to get married." I said calmly. As long as you speak half-truths and have a confident attitude, it is not easy to make people suspicious.

"Really? I really can't see it. He couldn't help but sigh.

"I saw that your face didn't seem very good just now, do you want to talk about it?" I asked straight to the point.

Marseille seemed to be caught off guard, and even in my own opinion, such a question was very abrupt. However, I did it when I was in the student union, and this kind of abruptness, as long as it is sincere enough, can quickly shorten the distance between each other.

"No, I just didn't sleep well." Although he replied, there was melancholy on his face.

"Really? That's a coincidence, I didn't sleep well last night. I muttered, "This town has a nice view during the day, but for some reason, it's a little scary at night." I had nightmares for three days straight. ”

"Nightmares?" Marseille looked at me in astonishment.

"Yes, I see something I shouldn't see......" I pretended to be in deep thought, and after a while, I shook my head with a smile and said to Marseille, "although others laugh at me for being superstitious, I don't think it's nonsense." You must know that there was a fire in this town, and many people were burned to death, and maybe there were ghosts hovering around. Now the apartment on the top of the hill is selling this kind of strange talk, alas, although business is like this, I understand, but I always feel a little impersonal, too disrespectful to the deceased. ”

"Ghost ......" Marseille didn't seem to hear much, just munched on the word repeatedly and in a low voice.

"Marseille, hey, Marseille." I shouted a few times, and he finally came to his senses and apologized to me.

"Nothing, but you said you left town ten years ago, right? Then you must know what that fire was all about, can you tell me about it? ”

"This ...... I'm sorry, I was too old and wasn't there, but I remember that the sky was red from the fire, and it was raining heavily. Marseille's feelings were a little depressed, and he smiled and said, "After all, it was all ten years ago, and it's time to let go." ”

I kept staring at him, and his feelings were very unstable, so it should be true thoughts. I didn't immediately persuade him, but asked, "Why did you come back all of a sudden?" ”

Marseille looked up at me in some surprise, but I didn't get out of the way and looked at him.

"Because ......," he thought for a moment, said, "I want to find my mother." As he spoke, he took out a picture from his bosom and placed it on the table, moving it to me, exactly like the one he had placed in the optician's shop. The woman I am already familiar with above is Erin Amar Jones.

"I believe she's right in town, be sure to let me know if you see her, the phone is right behind the photo."

I picked up the photo and looked at the phone number behind the photo.

"Aren't you with her?" I asked.

"No, they weren't there when I left town." Marseille smiled tiredly, "My mother was a victim of the fire, everyone said she was dead, but I don't believe it. ”

"Why?" I asked in surprise, but not on purpose, I wanted to hear what the young man had to say. Why are you so sure that your mother is still alive?

"Because I saw him." Marseille said in a strange affirmative tone, but in any case, it gave a sense of confidence that it was not a lie or delusion. I kept staring into his eyes, and this man's eyes were not scattered, neither calm nor fanatical, as if he were stating a fact.

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