I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 209: Fifteen million can turn an angel into a devil

There were countless meetings and documents waiting to be processed all day long. It was busy until eight o'clock in the evening, and the bureau gradually reached the end of the day. Qin Julie glanced at his cell phone and walked out of the office. The young police officer noticed with sharp eyes that the man was holding a bunch of car keys in his hand and his coat was on his arm.

The young police officer guessed that it was time to get off work.

As his immediate boss, no one in the team would dare to leave unless Team Qin leaves.

Sure enough, Team Qin said, "I came here today. Director Zhang said that we would discuss the case. I sorted out the things and sent them over alone. We will talk about the rest tomorrow." After the man finished speaking, he drove away.

yeah.

The little police officer secretly cheered in his heart, it was so early to get off work today.

Everyone began to collect materials. The young police officer put away his pens and writing papers and began to click on the computer to organize documents. However, within half an hour, the familiar sound of an engine came back. Looking from a distance, Team Qin closed the car door, and a picture His face was as cold as the cold wind, and he raised his eyelids and said: "In case of emergency, everyone must gather."

The young police officer said: "..."

His hands were still on the keyboard, and he was about to burst.

Didn't you go pick up Xiao Jiang from school and say we'll talk about the rest tomorrow?

Where is Xiaojiang?

Oh, a young man carrying a schoolbag followed Captain Qin and walked into the Public Security Bureau step by step.

--Everyone stopped howling for a moment. Xiao Jiang came to the Public Security Bureau to explain that something was really going to happen.

Ten minutes ago, Jiang Xuelu was waiting at the school gate. His mobile phone was not turned on. He didn't write down Qin Julie's phone number before turning off the phone, fearing that he wouldn't be able to contact him, so the young man frowned slightly and was at a loss.

Feng Yang was now very familiar with him. He put a hand on his shoulder and asked him: "Xueba, why are you sighing? If you have any troubles, you can tell me."

Jiang Xuelu is now getting better in training and has conditioned reflexes. It's not that serious anymore, it won't be enough to throw someone over the shoulder. Under the streetlight, two teenagers in Yinghua school uniforms stood on the roadside, their shadows stretched very long.

This is a very common scene at the school gate. The teenagers are arming each other. One of them is handsome and has an unruly eyebrow. The other is outstandingly handsome, with black hair and fair skin. His delicate eyebrows are hidden in the dim light. Even the temperament can't cover it up.

Qin Julie paused.

His eyes fell on the other side of the road. He remembered that this boy was Feng Ji's young master and he once held hands with Jiang Xuelu. What happened at that time was extremely hidden. Everything was hidden under the dining table. The two teenagers had their hands overlapping and touching each other slightly.

That scene at that time was still fresh in Qin Julie's memory even after a long time.

"Holding hands, young young people, hiding in the hot wind of midsummer." No matter how these words are combined, there is a very young story.

At least, that's how it was in the eyes of Qin Julie, the policeman who initially controlled the teahouse.

His pace slowed. The bright and dim street lights outline the profile of the man's face, and the dividing line cuts out the other's three-dimensional facial features. He moved forward, through the traffic.