Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 164: Intersections

164 intersection

After the meeting, everyone was divided into four groups to act. (

Reading Net, the fastest text to update wonderful novels!) Among the main members, only Bach stayed in the villa headquarters. I can see that he also wants to appear, but here he has the analysis and reasoning ability and experience related to the doomsday phenomenon, or the computer He is the only expert, and no one can replace his job.

"Have you seen how the on-site verification team and the behavior analysis department of the police department work?" Jung asked when he walked a few steps with Bach.

He shook his head suspiciously, wondering why the chief suddenly brought up the matter.

"Everyone envied the front-line staff who appeared on the scene for evidence collection and psychological analysis. They felt that those talents were the real main force in the fight against crime, but they had forgotten. If there were no people from Ranwen.com for DNA identification and intelligence support Such work will greatly reduce the efficiency of the front-line cadres, and even make it impossible to solve the case. After all, the evidence for the reasoning of the front-line cadres depends on the results of the supporters." Jung stopped and looked directly into Bach’s eyes. Sincerely say: "I want to tell you that your work is very important to us. What you do is what we can't do. I hope you can continue."

Bach was flattered, but quickly sorted out his emotions and said firmly: "I understand that I will do my best. Although it is a pity that I can't show up, I really like my current job."

Jung patted him on the shoulder, and Bach didn't say much, turned and left.

Fu Jiang and I listened to the conversation between the two and witnessed Jung’s leadership and personality charm. It's not that Jung has never shown considerable leadership ability, but when he appears in front of everyone, his silence, expressions and actions have always had an impact on the players, and this impact is subtle.

Jung didn't mind, and even encouraged the team members to show their personalities. This tight-inside-outside management style did not loosen the team structure. Although his face looks serious and rigid, he doesn't need people to try to figure out his disposition. It takes time to compliment him. Together with his elite qualifications, the players will respect and trust him. The newly appointed new officer captured the hearts of the players in just one day.

I also admire him very much. I feel that I have many similarities to him, and I even want to be similar to him, so I sometimes involuntarily learn his expression and tone. Although I have never mentioned it to other people on Ranwen Novels.com, and I don't want to be seen by others, I must admit that Jung is the kind of person I want to be.

It's just that Fu Jiang opposes this. She can easily see my thoughts and pulls my face hard several times when I try to stretch my expression.

"You can't become like that." She said dissatisfiedly: "Jung did a good job, but we don't need a second Jung. People without Ranwen are perfect, and everyone does. From the bottom of my heart, I think Jung is a good officer, but do you know the comments they didn’t say?"

"What?" I am a little curious. In my opinion, Jung is indeed not perfect, but it is not too much to criticize.

"Haughty and rigid. I always have a bad face, I don't know what I am thinking. I always feel that I am the strongest person in the team. And so on."

"Is it so bad?" I was a little surprised, but since Fu Jiang said it, it's probably not far from ten.

"That’s the case with bad things, but there are more good reviews than bad reviews, so I’m a good officer." Fu Jiang blocked the wind, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and the smoke spit out in front of his face, "Although I haven’t gone to school, But A Chuan, you said that you did a good job in the student union and that you are an excellent student supported by teachers and students. Doesn’t it just show that your approach is correct? I know that you want to learn from Jung. This can’t be said to be wrong, but , I want to tell you that there is not only one right. Achuan, it’s enough to keep your original approach. After all, it has been tested by reality, hasn’t it?"

The first time I saw Fu Jiang's serious expression, she always followed me, so I was greatly moved by this earnest warning. When was the last time you were taught this way? I can't remember. Since entering junior high school, like reining in the precipice, I have condensed the unrestrained nature of my childhood, and I have never done anything that would be reprimanded by my parents and teachers.

Perhaps in their hearts, I have become a calm and steady person who can't make mistakes. However, I knew that I was not as worrying as they thought, but they wanted me to be that way, so I let myself be that way, nothing more.

Only Jiang is different. No matter which personality they are, even after the relationship between the two of us is established, they never show what kind of man they want me to be. When I was with her, I felt extremely light, and felt that only with her can I be myself.

"I love you." Fu Jiang's eyes were full of affection, "I love Jung, not other people, but you, A Chuan. I don't mind what kind of person you become, I just don't want to see You become someone else."

If it's not for the one you love, who would suppress yourself and change yourself?

"I am Gao Chuan. I will never become someone else." I stared into her eyes and said.

Our task is to continue to monitor Sergeant Engels with Jung. Jung followed up for a night yesterday. Although there was nothing to gain, this approach of waiting on the sidelines is still worth looking forward to. Because the data and reasoning collected so far need time to verify, we have no better way to do it besides waiting before we obtain breakthrough progress and changes in the state of affairs.

Pan drove away the off-road vehicle she and Jung shared. Jung got into our car and instructed us to stop at a fast food restaurant twenty meters away from the police station. There are many cars parked here, so they are not very noticeable, and some are even police private cars. There is no need for telescopes and other tools, and people entering and leaving the police station can be seen clearly, and there is a restaurant next to it, so you don’t have to worry about being hungry.

Jung stayed here until nine o'clock in the evening yesterday, and because I don't know why, Sergeant Engels didn't leave work until that time. It is not surprising that high-level leaders work overtime, but there does not seem to be any work in this small town that Ranwen.com needs to work overtime. Yesterday Jung was inadequately prepared and he had other concerns, so he didn't plan to stun him. If Engels is still the same today, maybe he will come to visit him.

"Have you had breakfast? The special burger here is very unique." Jung said.

Being able to enjoy the surprises brought by small shops that usually don’t pay much attention to, this may be the only fun in the boring surveillance work. I even feel that Jung is just to enjoy this pleasure, so he deliberately skips breakfast. This vague idea makes that rigid face much more cute.

Since, as an officer, I always have a straight face and seem to have no interest in the food recommended by Jung, I naturally want to try it. Fu Jiang naturally has no objection. She is keen on physical exercises. She has a very good appetite. She has a larger appetite than me, but she has no fat on her chest. It seems that all the excess fat has gone to her breasts. When it comes to food, I thought Jung was a vegetarian at first, but it turned out to be a wrong impression.

Jung glanced at the gate of the police station, and there was no one worth mentioning from Ranwen.com, so he got off the car and entered the fast food restaurant. I rolled down the car window, let in the warm fresh air, and looked at the environment inside through the glass wall of the fast food restaurant.

I don’t know if it’s past the peak time of business in the morning, or if there is no popularity in Ranwen.com, there are not many people in the store. I think it's probably the reason for the former. After all, I looked around and didn't see more fast food restaurants.

Maybe the police station will order food at this store nearby. However, it is now working hours, so only four tables in the store have guests.

There is only one business desk working, but there are six people in line, and there are four people in front of Jung.

However, there are open-air seats outside the fast food restaurant, and each table accompanies four chairs and a parasol. Many people will take out food and drinks to eat, and there are more people than people in the store.

The warm sun makes the air warm, and once it flows, it makes you tired to blow on your body. I didn't sleep well last night. Although the noisy sound kept coming, I felt like I was listening to a lullaby, and my head and eyelids were heavy. After a while, the breeze sent a bell, and someone opened the door and walked out. I forced myself up and looked over there without any trouble, so as not to doze off again.

But when I saw the person clearly, the sleepy bug disappeared.

The young man who looks like a student, his shirt and jeans set off his physique a little thin, and the black-rimmed glasses on his face showed a weak breath. Somewhat similar to Bach, but Bach is more enthusiastic and cheerful, and has the confidence of a scholar. This isn't the Erin's son Marseille I met by chance yesterday at the optical shop. Who else is there?

Unexpectedly, he really stayed in this town to find the phantom of his dead mother, right? He was still in the store just now, but Jung didn't seem to have noticed. I have to talk to him about this, I think.

Marseille came out holding a paper bag containing fast food and drinks, and there happened to be a tall, gray-haired old man who was about to enter the door. The two ran into each other, and the young man hurriedly stabilized the paper bag, apologizing to each other again and again. From my point of view, I can’t see the old man’s appearance. According to the degree of gray hair, it is estimated that the other person’s age is in his fifties. This is because his physique is so strong that he can’t even compare to ordinary athletic guys. Otherwise, It must be judged to be older.

Although the old man's physique gives people a feeling that he can't easily provoke him, he has a gentle attitude, which can be seen from Marseille's gradually relaxed expression and shoulders. However, I always feel that the back figure is a bit familiar, maybe it is an illusion after seeing Marseille. There was another ringing, and the old man disappeared into the shop.

Marseille came to the open-air seat holding the food, he was alone at the table of four, looking a little lonely. He seemed to be hungry, biting his hamburger, and worrying too much. I don't know what irritation I have encountered. I guess it is about my mother. That face is a little pale, intertwined with distress and doubts.

No matter what you think, it doesn't look like a face that has done bad things.

Although it is speculated that his parents did some tragic human experiments, he was still a six or seven-year-old child at the time, and he cannot be judged biased as a badass.

I don't think he knows much about what happened at the time, but he still has to check.

"I'll go out for a while." I said to Fu Jiang.

"Where to go?"

I pointed in the direction of Marseille, Fu Jiang looked over and immediately showed clear eyes.

I opened the car door, looked around, bought a cup of milk tea at the mobile beverage store, and walked towards Marseille. It wasn't until I took the seat opposite him to sit down that Marseille suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his head and glanced at me in a dazed and confused way, probably because I changed my hair style and put on my glasses and didn't recognize it.

I smiled at him, took a few mouthfuls of milk tea, and put the cup on the table.

"What a coincidence, I saw you yesterday." I said.

"Yesterday? Are you..."

"Eyeglasses shop." I ordered some glasses and prompted: "Yesterday when my fiancee and I entered the door, you just left."

"Ah, I remember. I'm glad to see you again." Marseille laughed suddenly and stretched out his hand kindly, but immediately realized that his hands were dirty and covered with crumbs, so he couldn't help but retracted in embarrassment. I grabbed that hand and shook it hard.

"My name is Crowe." I said.

"My name is Marseille." Marseille smiled shyly and asked hesitantly: "Are you alone...?"

"My fiancee dumped me." I said.

He naturally knew that I was joking, so he stopped dwelling on the subject. He opened the food bag to me and asked if I wanted a little bit, but I refused, and he did not force it.

"Aunt Bulma's burger is delicious." He said in a nostalgic tone, "I haven't eaten it in a long time."

"You seem to be familiar with the people in this town." I asked, "Are you from the town?"

"It used to be, but I moved to the city on the other side of the lake when I was very young." Marseille sighed and said, "It has been ten years since I came back. If it weren't..." He paused obviously here. Without finishing, "I may never come back."

"What about you? Are you from the town? Or are you here to travel?" Marseille asked.

"I'm here to travel." I said, taking out a cigarette, "Do you mind? Would you like one? Camel brand."

Marseille refused with a low smile and shook his head. He said that smoking is not allowed in the school. Ah, what a good student who is different from me. As I thought, I ignited the fire.

"That... Mr. Crow looks quite young." Marseille said hesitantly.

"It's just a young face. I'm at the age of getting married." I said calmly. As long as the speech is half-truth and the attitude is confident enough, it is not easy to be suspicious.

"Really? I can't tell." He couldn't help sighing.

"I saw that your face didn't seem very good just now. Would you like to talk about it?" I asked straightforwardly.

Marseille seemed to be caught off guard, even in my opinion, this kind of questioning is very abrupt. But I have experimented in the student union, this kind of abrupt as long as it is sincere enough, can quickly shorten the distance between each other.

"No, I just didn't sleep well." Although he replied, there was melancholy on his face.

"Really? That's a coincidence. I didn't sleep well last night." I muttered: "The scenery in this town during the day is very good, but I don't know why, it's a little scary at night. I've spent three days in a row. Having nightmares."

"Nightmare?" Marseille looked at me in astonishment.

"Yes, I seem to see something that I shouldn't see..." I pretended to be pensive, and shook my head with a smile after a while, and said to Marseille: "Although others laugh at me, I think it's not nonsense. Talking. You must know that there was a big fire in this town. Many people were burned to death. Maybe there are ghosts who can't go. Now the apartment on the top of the mountain is selling this kind of strange talk. Alas, even though this is the business. Well, I also understand, but I always feel a little unkind and disrespectful to the deceased."

"Ghost..." Marseille didn't seem to hear too much, just chewing the word in a low voice repeatedly.

"Marseille, hey, Marseille." I yelled a few times, and he finally recovered and apologized to me again and again.

"Nothing, but, did you say that you left the town ten years ago? Then you must be clear about the fire, can you tell me?"

"This...I'm very sorry, I was too young at the time, and I was not there. I just remember that the sky was all red with the fire, and it was still raining." Marseille's mood was a little depressed, and he smiled sadly. Said: "After all, it was all ten years ago. It's time to let go."

I have been staring at him, his mood is very unstable, so it should be a real thought. I did not immediately persuade him from Ranwen Novel. I just asked: "If this is the case, why did you come back suddenly?"

Marseille looked up at me in surprise, but I didn't get out of the way and looked at him.

"Because..." He thought for a while and said, "I want to find my mother." As he said, he took a photo from his arms and put it on the table, moved it in front of me, and put it on the glasses The photos of the shop owner are exactly the same~ IndoMTL.com~ The woman above is already familiar to me, it is Irene@玛尔琼斯.

"I believe she is in town. If you see her, please be sure to notify me. The phone number is behind the photo."

I picked up the photo and looked at the phone number behind the photo.

"Are you not with her?" I asked.

"No Ranwen.com, they were gone when I left the town." Marseille gave a tired smile, "My mother was the victim of the fire. Everyone said she was dead, but I don’t believe it."

"Why?" I asked in amazement, but not on purpose. I wanted to hear what this young man said. Why are you so sure that your mother is still alive?

"Because I saw him." Marseille said in a weird affirmative tone, but no matter what, it gave people a confidence that was not a lie or a delusion. I have been staring into his eyes. This person's eyes are not scattered, not calm or fanatical, as if he was explaining a fact.

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