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When he walked out of the procuratorate building, the driver Zhu Quanqing noticed that the first action of the procurator general Wen Qi was to raise his hand to block the early morning sun that was about to pass in August, but it was not very bright and dazzling.

Zhu Quanqing immediately sighed imperceptibly.

For a long time, Zhu Quanqing remembers very clearly that when he first entered the government department, the old-timers pointed out a golden and jade good saying to him: The silent driver is the best driver.

Zhu Quanqing has been implementing this sentence very thoroughly, and he has also benefited a lot from it.

However, at this moment, looking at Wen Qi's red and swollen eyes and dry lips, Zhu Quanqing couldn't help the feeling in his heart that was about to be blocked: "Dean, did you stay up all night again?" You need to take a lot of rest......"

Feeling the driver's sincere voice, Wen Qi showed a little tired smile: "Yes, yes, after being busy for a while, you can rest and rest." ”

"It's been more than a month for a while."

Listening to the familiar greetings and familiar dialogues that have been staged almost every day or two for more than a month, Zhu Quanqing couldn't help but smile bitterly, shook his head gently, and stopped persuading.

Zhu Quanqing sat in the driver's seat to help the chief prosecutor open the back door, and he carefully checked several important equipment with the habit he had developed over the years before starting the vehicle.

Then, Zhu Quanqing waited for more than ten seconds, but did not hear the familiar instructions.

"Dean, go to the city government or go to the public security bureau?"

There was no answer.

"Dean'......"

Turning around, Zhu Quanqing's voice stopped abruptly.

In just a dozen seconds after inspecting the vehicle just now, Wen Qi, member of the Qingcheng Municipal Party Committee and chief procurator of the Qingcheng Procuratorate, was already half-leaning on the back-seat sofa and half-leaning on the back-seat door, his chest undulating evenly, and his eyelids trembling slightly.

He fell asleep.

In an instant, Zhu Quanqing's throat was very obviously choked.

"Dean...... Dean...... Dean ......"

Helpless, Zhu Quanqing leaned into the back seat with half of his body, gently shook Wen Qi's arm, looked at the procurator general's frowning brows due to deep exhaustion, weak and natural dodge, every time he shook it, Zhu Quanqing had a sense of crime.

"Huh...... Eh...... "After a long time, Wen Qi reopened his eyes and looked around in confusion, and Wen Qi finally came back to his senses: "What's wrong...... Xiao Zhu? ”

"Dean, go to the city government or go to the public security bureau?"

"City government? Public Security Bureau? Wen Qi raised his head, his gaze still a little frozen. Although the sleep state just now was quite short, it made him regain his ability to think normally for a long time: "No, no...... Don't go, go home today. ”

"Huh? …… Okay, okay. ”

After being slightly stunned, Zhu Quanqing quickly put up gear to refuel, and the dark government vehicle drove past the guards who saluted as if they were doubling their strength, and drove steadily out of the gate of the procuratorate.

The dean hasn't been home for more than three weeks, right?

Zhu Quanqing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, thought so.

You haven't been home for twenty-five days, have you?

Wen Qi, who was sitting in the back seat, counted so.

Thinking of this, the frost on his wife's face and the tears on his daughter's face naturally floated.

Wen Qi couldn't help but let out a sigh that was much heavier than Zhu Quanqing's in the habit formed in the past two months.

But what can be done?

It's so busy! It's so busy! It's so busy!

Busy! Busy! Busy! Busy! Busy!

This is the most profound feeling of Wen Qi, who is the chief procurator in the past two months.

Wen Qi's busyness is a matter of course.

So far, the three middle-aged officials from the capital have guided and supervised the whole process, and the procuratorate has directly come forward.

Yes, sweep.

In this investigation, as long as a certain civil servant is found to have violated discipline and law, he will be immediately controlled by the procuratorate, and then the elite experts dispatched by middle-aged people will carefully interrogate them, look for their friends and enemies in work and life from all directions, and then continue to expand the scope of the investigation.

This was done in order to find clues related to the "713 Organization" and to smash part of the survival soil of the "713 Organization" in Qingcheng.

Due to special reasons, this operation, of course, was very low-key in all aspects.

However, the fact that television is not broadcasting, newspapers and periodicals are not published, and the Internet is not disseminated does not mean that the people of Qingcheng are completely ignorant because of this.

From seeing with my own eyes and hearing with my own ears the frequent arrests of civil servants, I have personally experienced that the staff of the departments and units who are not willing to retire early to enjoy recuperation in the detention center for the time being, the service efficiency has suddenly improved, the service attitude has suddenly sublimated, and they have truly tasted the feeling of serving the people by public servants of the people.

However, since ancient times, not knowing the truth has always been an inherent attribute of the onlookers.

The root of this influence, the source of the credit, the onlookers from the perspective of their own can see and touch, play a similar imagination.

It's just that this situation is not very clear to Wen Qi, who stays in the procuratorate almost all day long.

Maybe it was the abnormal excitement after being overtired, after being shaken awake by Zhu Quanqing, although Wen Qi was still very tired, he suddenly lost his sleepiness. He was not reluctant, leaning on the soft backrest, Wen Qi gently closed his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

More than ten minutes passed, and when he felt that the speed of the car was gradually slowing down, Wen Qi opened his eyes again, he knew that the vehicle was passing through a relatively prosperous and narrow street, and he was only a few hundred meters away from home.

It was at this time that Wen Qi noticed that a white vehicle with dark blue stripes painted on the side and the two Chinese characters "procuratorate" written near the door suddenly drove past the window.

Wen Qi immediately frowned slightly, and frowned heavily.

The first time I frowned slightly, it was because I was unhappy: this procuratorate's bus, in such a narrow and bustling street, drove far faster than other vehicles, whether it was because of safety or image, it was not very in line with the heart of the chief prosecutor.

The second time he frowned heavily, because of doubt: the procuratorate's bus was driving at an abnormal speed, and it seemed that it was not rushing to rush to the road, but because other vehicles and pedestrians, when they saw it from a distance, had already avoided it and gave way to the sides, so that it could pass smoothly.

Until Zhu Quanqing stepped on the brakes and the vehicle stopped ignition, Wen Qi still didn't understand this problem.

So, he took out a notepad from his bosom, wrote the two Chinese characters "bus" heavily, and typed a big question in the back before stepping down the door.

"Daddy! Father! ”

The first second he opened the door, Wen Qi was almost thrown to the ground by his daughter before he could take back the key.

Holding his daughter to the side of the sofa, his wife had hurriedly run out of the kitchen, Wen Qi was slightly surprised to see that the first moment he saw him, his wife immediately showed a distressed expression, which was mixed with long-lost admiration, and there was no habitual indifference and frost on his face when he didn't return all night in the past.

It was as if a bright lightning bolt swept across the dark sky, and at this moment, Wen Qi remembered these days, when he passed by the ordinary civil servants of the procuratorate, he heard their eyebrows fluttering and talking; I thought of the pennants that I occasionally passed by the reception room, and saw that I had not had time to put them away, and could only roll them up in bundles and slightly; When I think of saluting, it seems that the guard soldiers have redoubled their efforts; I thought of what I had just seen with my own eyes, the smooth procurator bus all the way.

I also thought of the oath I took when I joined the political party, and I raised my arms and read it.

For some reason, in the end, Wen Qi remembered that when he was a child, sitting in a small classroom in the countryside with leaky winds, listening to the teacher reciting the textbooks of revolutionary martyrs, he sat upright, and admired the time in his heart.

"Dad, why are you crying?"

"No, Dad didn't cry, Dad was so happy."

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37th Floor, Fett Building, Supernatural Legends Editorial Office.

"Panicked little girl, perhaps, you should take us to meet the honorable editor-in-chief now."

"Oh! Yes, of course it is. I'm sorry......" Miss Kelly/Charles, whose face had been completely occupied by surprise, quickly stood up from the soft chair in a panic.

Without any accident, the poor girl knocked over the pile of poor books again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Mr. Grace/Ackhays, I'm sorry. ”

"Hum...... "The gray-haired old man smiled tolerantly.

Although she knew that it should not be, when she knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief's office, Miss Kelly/Miss Charles couldn't help but glance in a direction in the large group behind her, and quickly, pretending to be careless.

That's right, it's the madman who claims to be a member of the Stars and Stripes Physics Society, the director of the Hart Laboratory Center, and a professor in the physics department of Boston University. ---- a title that can only be conceived by a madman, like the madman's messy hair, the smell of lice that can kill directly, is enough to make any sane human being remember it forever.

However, why did this madman, who repeatedly called and harassed him, and even once came to the door in person, but was fortunately thrown into the elevator by the security staff, with a large group of people, was personally led to the door of the editor-in-chief's office by Mr. Grace/Ackhays, who controlled the direction of the Castle Publishing Group?

Until Mr. Lindbyer's familiar "Please come in" sounded in the room, Kelly/Miss Charles was still worried about the question.

Just about two meters away from her, her hair was messy and smelled unpleasant, and Mr. Barracas/Mr. Feifa, who had already been directly defined as a madman by Kelly, was equally worried.

"Well, I knew I would have a way...... Although in order to get the damn pear to come over once, next month, next month, I have to honestly do his own routine experiments without any new ideas...... Damn regular experiments! …… Wait a minute...... Perhaps, I'll have to figure out how to ......"

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