Chapter 9 (II)

The door to the director's office was empty. He was about to push the door open and enter, but suddenly stopped.

Someone was talking inside, and his name was mentioned.

He looked through the crack in the door and saw Chiang's team sitting with his back to the door, and the director was sunk in his armchair.

Fang Lei was in a dilemma.

“…… It's really inappropriate," it was the voice of Team Jiang, "It's not that I want him to participate, it's just ......"

"Just what?" The Director asked.

"It's just that he's too old, it's really not good. He's going to retire next year, so let him stay in the office, read the newspaper, raise flowers and plants, by the way, he also bought a recipe to read, isn't this just right for him? It's a good thing to retire and retire. It's so comfortable, I don't want it. ”

Fang Lei felt like he had been slapped in the face, slapped in the face, and felt pain in his heart.

"But aren't you retired yet?"

"It's not retired. But even if he was ten years younger, it would be about the same as now. ”

"I said Jiang Jian, do you have any opinions about the old side?"

"Nope. What can I say about him, I can't do it. ”

"Really? Isn't it because of what happened last year? ”

Last year, Jiang Jian and his girlfriend quarreled on the street, and kicked the billboard on the side of the road to the ground in a fit of anger, but this scene happened to be seen by Fang Lei, who was passing by. Jiang Jian also saw him. Fang Lei just glanced at them and left without saying anything.

Subsequently, everyone in the bureau found out, saying that the captain disrespected women, quarreled with his girlfriend on the street, and almost made a move.

"Last year? What happened last year? Jiang Jian deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Don't pretend. I don't know that you are a person, but you are too resentful, not to mention that it has nothing to do with Lao Fang. ”

"Why doesn't it matter? It's not him who spread rumors, and the people in the bureau will talk about me behind my back? ”

"Well, that's all you have to offer. Let me tell you, Lao Fang is an old comrade in the team, you have to give him some respect, and ......"

"Old Fang!"

Fang Lei was startled, and when he looked back, it was administrative Xiao Chen.

"Why are you here?"

"I have something to do with the director."

"Oh. Okay, I'll put it on your table with your courier. ”

"Okay, got it, thanks."

When Xiao Chen passed, Fang Lei turned around and saw the director looking at him through the crack in the door. It's miserable. He coughed a few times and walked in.

"Why didn't you say anything when you came?" There was a hint of reproach in the director's words.

"I, I've just arrived." Fang Lei said embarrassedly.

Jiang Jian stood up with a hula.

"Then director, let's talk about it, I still have something to ......."

"Team Jiang," Fang Lei hurriedly said, "I'm here, I originally came to look for you." ”

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, I found some doubts about this case."

Fang Lei took out the dossier, found the part that had been underlined before, and then expressed his two previous doubts in front of Team Jiang and Wang Ju. After listening, Jiang Jian looked at him.

"So, what's your opinion?"

"I'm not sure. I always feel that these things are too coincidental, so I want to report this matter to you. ”

"Alright, I got it."

With that, Team Jiang turned around and prepared to walk towards the door.

"Team Chiang?" Fang Lei shouted.

"How?"

"That's it?"

"Okay, I'm aware of your report."

"No, you don't think there's anything ......"

"What's there? Suspicious? The captain suddenly lost his temper, turned around again, and walked in front of Fang Lei. He is tall and masculine, and he is more than twenty years younger than Fang Lei, exuding an aggressive momentum. "Old Fang, can't you see it? One is a murder and throwing corpses, the other is a falling object, on one side is a female victim, and on the other side is a big earth dog, you tell me, what is the relevance of this? ”

"It's not that there must be, it's just ......"

"It's just that you want to prove yourself."

"Captain!" The director wanted to make a round, but it was too late.

"Old Fang, anyway, you overheard what I said just now, so I don't have to hide it anymore. Let's tell you the truth, you are already old, and when you are old, you should realize that you are old and can't do it, instead of still standing in front of young people, relying on the old and selling the old. ”

"I didn't ......," Fang Lei was interrupted by Jiang Jian just as he wanted to explain.

"We have spent a lot of effort on this case, we have done more homework and invested more energy than you are more than a hundred times, you must not think that you only spend an hour looking at the case file, you can open our eyes to find out the doubts that we have not found before, what, when we are, waste? Are you Sherlock Holmes? Let's put it this way, if you really want Holmes to be like this for the rest of his life, a little scout at his age? ”

"Enough!" The director slapped the table and stood up.

Jiang Jian looked at the director, then at Fang Lei, and then walked out of the office without saying a word. Fang Lei was stunned for a long time.

"Old Fang, don't take it to heart, he's a person, it's just too emotional......"

"He's right."

"What?" The director was surprised.

"Wang, he's right, they spent a lot of time, and I only spent an hour. I really didn't do things rigorously enough, and I didn't respect their work enough. ”

"Ahem, don't be too aggressive."

"Maybe he's right, I'm too old to be involved in such a case anymore. Leave it to them, young people. Maybe that dog falling case is more suitable for me, or I'm still ......"

"How can you think that!" This time it was the director's turn to get angry, "You haven't retired yet, and when you are a criminal police officer for a day, you have to demand yourself according to the standards of a criminal policeman, as a leader, I don't allow you to self-denial and say these frustrating words." ”

Fang Lei opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he finally decided not to say anything.

"Okay."

"Lao Fang, you have to believe in yourself, if you feel that there is something suspicious, go to investigate, since I let you return to this task force, there must be my reasons, because I believe that you are fully capable of handling the case well, this has nothing to do with age, it has nothing to do with your resume, it only has to do with your work attitude. It's up to you to catch the murderer and get justice for the victim. ”

"Of course."

"Then what else is there to say, let it go and check, don't care about other people's opinions, okay?"

Fang Lei nodded.

"Go ahead. Report any difficulties directly to me. ”

"Understood."

Fang Lei walked to the door, opened the door, and turned back again.

"The King's Bureau."

"What's wrong?"

"Team Jiang and his girlfriend's affairs, I didn't say it."

After speaking, Fang Lei pushed open the door and walked out. Wang Ju was stunned for a moment, then sighed, picked up the phone on the table and began to dial.

Back at the desk, there was a courier on it, wide and flat, like a book or something. There is no sender information. He guessed it might be a catalogue from an electronics brand – he often registers accounts online to keep track of the information because he is interested in electronics, so he receives several copies of these catalogues almost every month.

The speed at which electronics were updated made him start to get tired of the hobby.

Instead of opening the package, he pulled out the drawer and threw it in.

After work, he took the subway back to the old town and finished his leftover meal at noon by the moat.

In the process, he kept thinking about a question: maybe he is indeed old, as Jiang Jian said, don't solve any more cases, you should be like those old people who take a walk by the river after dinner, you can start to recuperate.

It was already dark, and he walked alone in the direction of his home.

As he passed by the alley, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind the garbage can.

Out of curiosity, he quietly walked over, gently removed the garbage can, and saw a small black dog hidden behind it.

It's the one I saw last time. It looked a little bigger than last time, fluffy, dirty, and seriously eating garbage.

Fang Lei stretched out his hand, picked it up, and stroked its fur.

Five minutes later, he placed it on the floor tiles in the living room, then went to the kitchen to find a stainless steel utensil and poured a bowl of clean water.

When he returned to the living room, the puppy was gone.

He lowered his head and looked around, only to find it next to the trash can.

It knocked over the trash can and was burying its head in eating what had fallen out of it.

It's the soufflé who did failure.

It eats so seriously and attentively, as if it were the best thing in the world.

He smiled and sat down on the ground next to it, looking at the cute and gluttonous little creature with a poignant sense of pleasure.