Wang Ling walked into the criminal police brigade, reported to the personnel department, and went to meet the brigade captain Zhao Liguo and the instructor Shen Zhongmin.
Then the brigade captain arranged for Yang Weichen to take him to continue his internship.
However, Yang Weichen had a look of contempt and discomfort on his face, and he rejected Zhao Liguo on the spot and said: "Captain, Wang Ling, this kid has an unusually thick head, I'm not sure he can handle it properly.
If this kid does anything bad again, he's not lazy."
I" "Hmph."
Zhao Liguo had a straight face, glanced at the several detectives present, and finally said to veteran detective Mei Hexuan, "Old He, you have the most experience, so I'll let you take charge."
Mei Hexuan didn't even raise his eyelids, still squinting his eyes and sitting in the chair, pretending to be sleepy.
"Old He, do you hear that?"
Zhao Liguo's voice doubled.
"Okay, I, Lao He, am responsible for cultivating talents for the country.
Just let him come over.
Why bother talking nonsense?"
Mei Hexuan's eyes opened a slit, and a ray of light shot out of his eyes.
"Well, I know that you, old man, are upright and upright."
Zhao Liguo chuckled, turned to Wang Ling and said, "Boy, go ahead and study hard, but don't make any mistakes again."
"Yes" Wang Ling stood at attention and saluted.
Mei Hexuan, a veteran detective of more than 20 years in the Criminal Police Brigade of Zijing District, Shangcheng City, has rich experience and has solved countless cases.
He is just a proud man who refuses to bow his head to anyone.
He has an upright temperament and can choke the leader to death with three sentences.
Therefore, he is a criminal police officer.
No one on the team dared to provoke him.
However, because he solved countless cases, everyone respected him.
Because his surname was Mei, everyone affectionately called him "Lao Mei" at first.
But he was unhappy and scolded anyone who called him that.
"Lao Mei" is always understood as "Lao Mei" or "Old Mold", which is bad luck.
Later someone called him "Lao Xuan", which made him even more unhappy.
How can a person who solves a case be called "Lao Xuan" or "Lao Xuan Lao Xuan" and still solve the case?
So, in the end, everyone called him "Lao He" in a smart way, which finally made him happy.
Firstly, this title is homophonic with "Laohe", "Laohe Laohe", "always congratulations", which has a good meaning; secondly, "Old He" will one day be able to take off his armor and return to the fields, and go to the wild cranes.
This is also Laohe's.
I am ambitious, so I am happy.
Wang Ling knew that due to his injury, he had delayed his internship for half a year and was already far behind Ye Qianfan, Yang Weichen and others who came in at the same time.
Therefore, he did not dare to pick fat and lose weight.
It can be said that it was his blessing that Lao He accepted him.
Wang Ling was determined to serve Senior Lao He well, learn more, and make rapid progress.
Sooner or later, the arrogant Yang Weichen would no longer dare to look down on him.
Just as Wang Linggang finished greeting people, he saw Ye Qianfan walking in and shouting randomly: "There is a report outside, who can go and take a look?"
Yang Weichen deliberately turned his head to the side, which clearly meant that he did not want to be the first to go out today.
Wang Ling glanced at Mei Hexuan and saw that he had his eyes closed and did not say a word.
Everyone else was smoking cigarettes and did not want to move, which was a bit cold.
Ye Qianfan's face was full of embarrassment.
"Uncle He, let me go," Wang Ling asked for instructions, "I have been an intern for more than two months before, and I still know a little bit about it.
I will go and understand the situation first.
How about it?"
Mei Hexuan then opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Weichen, nodded towards Wang Ling, raised his voice and praised: "Okay, boy, go ahead.
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Remember, the more you work, the more you learn, the faster you will improve.
Lao He, my sharp eye for solving cases was developed through hard work and frequent exposure to cases.
I can teach you, go ahead."
Wang Ling was very happy to receive Mei Hexuan's permission.
He nodded vigorously and said, "Hey."
Wang Ling walked out of the office where the detective usually rested, and followed Ye Qianfan towards the reception room.
Ye Qianfan pouted and muttered: "Tsk, tsk, look at each one of them, do they look like criminal policemen serving the people?
They are so lazy that they don't even want to move.
Damn it."
In the Criminal Police Brigade, Ye Qianfan is a forensic scientist and technician.
He is a good expert in autopsy and field investigation.
He has been an intern for seven or eight months.
He has found key evidence several times due to his autopsy results and on-site investigation results, and has provided evidence for several cases.
It played a vital role in solving the case and was praised many times by the brigade captain, instructor and Director Wang of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
All this was due to Ye Qianfan's hard work and hard work.
For this reason, Ye Qianfan couldn't stand the lazy working status of the criminal police officers who handled daily affairs.
Wang Ling was not as upright as Ye Qianfan.
Instead of rubbing sand in his eyes, he was more understanding.
Hearing Ye Qianfan's complaints, he smiled slightly and said: "Actually, they usually have quite a lot of work pressure, and the work is heavy and big.
It’s understandable that you’ll feel a little tired when you go out to police in the morning.”
"Well, you have good intentions."
Ye Qianfan sneered, "If you run ahead of others in everything, you will be tired in the future.
Go ahead.
I just called someone for Old Wu in the reception room, so it's not like that I have no time to complain about them, I’m leaving.”
Ye Qianfan said, walked through the reception room, turned around the corner of the corridor, and continued walking forward.
Wang Ling knew that that was where the technical department was located.
Wang Ling walked into the reception room and saw Lao Wu, who was in his fifties and worked in reception, wearing reading glasses and holding a pen in his hand.
He was taking notes one stroke at a time.
In front of him, the woman was sitting and the man was standing, all in their mid-thirties.
"What case was reported?"
Wang Ling asked as he entered the room.
Hearing his voice, the man and woman who reported the crime turned around and looked at him.
Wang Ling just happened to see their faces and couldn't help being surprised.
He knew the two people who came to report the crime.
They were Feng Huo and Licorice who rented the front room of Liu Shan's house to collect rags.
Taking a closer look, there was a kid standing next to Feng Huo and Licorice.
His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was glowing with white light.
Wang Ling could only smile bitterly at this kid, because he knew this kid, it was Feng Xiaoqiang who shocked him again and again last night.
"Uncle, uncle, mother, ignore me."
Feng Xiaoqiang, the little ghost, pulled his licorice hand hard.
Licorice seemed to be touched by something cold.
His hand shook and he put it away, leaving the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang's hand aside.
The empty eyes of the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang were full of prayers.
In front of so many people, Wang Ling couldn't talk to a kid, but thinking about the kid's loneliness last night, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Wang Ling nodded slightly towards the little ghost to express his understanding.
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"It's a missing person case."
Old Wu looked at him through the upper part of his reading glasses.
He seemed to hear something strange in the voice, and then he took a closer look at Wang Ling.
"Why doesn't Uncle Wu recognize me?"
Wang Ling asked with a smile.
"Well, how come I don't recognize you?"
Lao Wu said expressionlessly, "Okay, you can go back to work."
"Um."
"Okay, being a criminal police officer is dangerous.
If you survive this disaster, you will be lucky in the future."
Old Wu seemed to be encouraging him.
"That's for sure, I think so too."
Wang Ling was half serious and half joking.
He glanced at Feng Huo and his wife again and asked, "Could it be that the missing case you reported was your son Feng Xiaoqiang?"
"Hey, yes, yes."
Feng Huo nodded quickly, "How do you know?
Have you met my son Xiaoqiang?"
"Uh, have you seen her before?"
Wang Ling didn't know how to answer.
It was Feng Huo's daughter-in-law Licao who was smart.
She looked at Wang Ling carefully and suddenly said: "Isn't this Officer Wang who lives upstairs where we live?
You are him, it's really him."
When Fenghuo's daughter-in-law Licao saw Wang Ling, she felt as if she had seen a savior.
She took Wang Ling's hand and knelt down: