walked into the car with a group of people waiting for the elevator, but when the elevator reached the third basement floor, only Zhang Longchu was left alone.

When the iron door opened with a 'ding' sound, and saw that there was a dimly lit corridor outside the door, Zhang Longchu walked out of the car with some hair, looked up at the dim chandelier on the stained ceiling, frowned, and walked towards the right end of the corridor with the lights on according to the instructions of the woman at the information desk.

Walking to the end of the corridor, there was a wooden door in front of him, standing on tiptoe and looking in from the bright window, but the sight was blocked by frosted glass, and when he was about to try to push the door open, he suddenly heard a strange and hoarse voice coming from the crack in the wooden door, "The door is not closed, please come in." ”

Hearing someone speak, Zhang Longchu felt a lot more settled in his heart, and said, "Hello sir, I am Zhang Longchu who came to SSD to volunteer. ”；

He slowly pushed the door open and stepped into a small lamp on an old desk with an area of about 30 or 40 square meters but next to the wall behind the door, and a single bed in the corner of the room, which looked more like the bedroom of a blue-collar worker in Los Angeles than a public agency office.

Looking around, the end of his nose clearly smelled a strong smell of disinfectant water, Zhang Longchu couldn't help but show a more surprised expression on his face, but he couldn't help but endure it, and smiled at the only man in the room who was sitting at the desk, eating a Big Mac burger and drinking tomato soup, about forty or fifty years old, with brown skin, a beard, and obviously a native of Mizhou.

After that, he politely said, "Sir, good morning, well, I'm coming..."

"You are a volunteer who came to help me, I said this just now," the Mexican man interrupted Zhang Longchu's words with a wave of his hand, and said very enthusiastically: "Don't be restrained, sit down, young sir, my name is Ruhuf, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ha ha... Seeing a brave and fearless young man like you, I can't help but think of when I was young, I was also so full of energy and the spirit of serving the society. ”

Hearing his official tone, which did not match his appearance at all, Zhang Longchu's awkward feeling suddenly eased a lot, and his expression became natural, he sat down on an old sofa next to his desk and asked, "It's my honor, so what do you need me to do now, Mr. Ruhuf?" ”

"No, no, no," Ruhuf shook his head repeatedly, "our 'work' is so special, we don't usually have to do anything, we just need to wait." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the intercom on his desk suddenly rang, "Ruhuf, Ruhuf, you're alive, go to the 22nd Avenue subway station, I really wish you had breakfast, man." ”

"Subway station, oh, bad luck, this is the fourth time this month to deal with this 'minced meat'." Ruhuv frowned, took the intercom and muttered dissatisfiedly, stood up in a way that did not take advantage of his bloated size, rushed to the only closet in the room, opened it, and picked up a one-piece dark blue overalls with the word 'SSB' written on the back, and put it on his body;

While shouting at Zhang Longchu, "Young man, what is the size of your clothes?" ”

Before Zhang Longchu was adopted by Isadour's family, he bought clothes in discount stores, and he was required to wear them as long as possible, and he looked passable and cheap;

After being adopted, he took a step to the sky to accept the attentive service of the clerk in the boutique, and he really never paid attention to the size of his clothes, and was stunned for a moment and said: "I should be 165 cm tall now..."

"That's the trumpet." Ruhuf interrupted Zhang Longchu's words, grabbed a blue overalls and rubber boots full of disinfectant water from the closet and threw them over, "Put them on, young man, your opportunity to serve the federal society has come, let's go." He strode out of the office.

Looking at his fiery back, Zhang Longchu put on blue overalls and rubber boots and left the room in a daze, walked through the dim corridor, came to a small parking lot, and sat in the passenger seat of a large black used van.

"Fasten your seatbelts, hold on to the handrails above your head, young man, I'm driving very fast." Seeing that he was seated, Ruhouf in the driver's seat started the car, and at the same time flicked a knob on the center console, controlled the police lights on the roof of the van to make a 'whoa, whoa, whoa...', flashed, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the parking lot along the cement slope.

If someone had told Zhang Longchu before today that a new Ford bread of at most 50 or 60 percent could drive faster than a brand-new sports car worth more than 100,000 yuan, he would not have believed it.

However, a few minutes later, when Zhang Longchu watched Ruhuf drive his car around the streets of Los Angeles, leaving behind Porsche, Jg and Lg, he had to sigh that everything was possible.

Riding on a rampage, the black van soon crossed seven or eight blocks and stopped in front of the subway station on Twenty-second Avenue.

As soon as the car stopped, through the glass, I saw that there were already several police cars parked in front of the subway station, and the entrance and exit had been blocked by yellow and white police tape.

"Leave them alone, young people, we are the protagonists when this happens." Ruhufu showed a strange smile, interrupted Zhang Longchu's words again, opened the huge storage box of the van, and took out two helmets that looked like miners with spotlights on their foreheads, two wide-rimmed goggles, two medical masks, and two pairs of thick rubber gloves, one set of which they wore on their bodies;

A set was thrown to Zhang Longchu and said, "I hope your 'debut' goes well, young man, remember not to vomit." Finally, he grabbed a toolbox from the storage compartment, opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Seeing him striding forward and soon disappearing at the entrance and exit of the subway station, Zhang Longchu hurriedly put on his helmet, goggles, and mask as he drew a gourd, and hurriedly ran towards the subway station.

And the two uniformed young patrol officers guarding the blockade did not wait for Zhang Longchu to explain, so they took the initiative to raise the police rubber strip and saluted him to pass quickly.

In an instant, a wonderful feeling of stepping into the adult world and mastering some kind of privilege quietly rose in Zhang Longchu's heart, he restrained the panic just now, and said like a real government employee, "Thank you...", hesitated, imitated the characters in the film and television drama, shrugged and asked, "How is the situation inside?" ”

The young police officer guarding the blockade line obviously has just entered the industry and has little experience, seeing that Zhang Longchu's entire face is hidden behind a mask and goggles, and he can't figure out his age and rank, he immediately instinctively replied: "Sir, the situation inside is very bad, but the passengers in the subway station have been evacuated..."

Not long ago, Zhang Longchu, who still made a living by producing and selling a little 'weed', never thought that one day the police would respectfully report the situation to him, and suddenly a kind of mischievous pleasure was born in his heart.

When the young officer finished speaking, he held back his excitement and said, "Very good, let's deal with it next, it's hard work." Walking down the stairs towards the subway station, he was already smiling back and forth.

It's a pity that he just went down the stairs and turned into the subway waiting area, Zhang Longchu immediately heard Ruhufu's dissatisfied blame, "Young man, act faster, start work early, finish early, I have to go back for breakfast." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Ruhuf, what are we going to do now?" Zhang Longchu shrugged with a smile and said.

"Of course, it's 'picking fresh meat', come with me." Ruhuv said loudly with a long flat toolbox, and then turned and walked towards the subway that was obediently parked on the tracks in the distance.

Following him, the closer he got to the series of long snake-like carriages, the more Zhang Longchu felt a strong smell of blood rushing to his nose, he frowned and hesitated, and was about to ask something, when he suddenly heard a few middle-aged detectives in plain clothes standing in front of the subway platform in front of him greet Ruhuf: "Aha, our 'puzzle expert' is here, and I will leave it to you here...";

"Good morning, Ruhuf, oh, I don't want to meet you on such a beautiful morning...";

"Today's 'quantity' is a double portion, a man and a woman jumped from where I was standing with a 'whoosh' hand in hand, you are busy buddy..."

Hearing their words, he walked to the side of the platform and stretched out his head to look at the heavy blood stains on the tracks, Zhang Longchu finally understood what the social service job Celia had found for him, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Just as he was at a loss, he suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder, and then he heard Ruhufu's rough and gruff voice of comfort ringing in his ears, "Even if you have more preparation in advance, it is difficult to actually face this kind of work..."

"Mr. Ruhuf, how long has the suicide been dead?" Zhang Longchu, who came to his senses, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and asked urgently.

"It didn't take long, I just heard from the police officer who came here first that the male deceased could still make a ** sound after being run under the car, so even the ambulance came at that time, but after the doctor arrived at the scene, judging by the amount of blood, the two suicides were unlikely to survive, so they left directly..."Ruhuv shrugged.

"yes, then what are we waiting for, hurry up and get to work." Hearing this, Zhang Longchu jumped off the platform first, and quickly followed the blood trail to find the source of the bloodflow.