Hazy, there seemed to be a lot of light and shadow flickering in front of Su Hui's eyes. Those were different from reality. He could distinguish them. It should be a dream.
In the dream, he was sitting in the office like many years ago, looking down at the file in his hand.
As the sun sets, the sun shines through the window, turning everything into an orange-red color. The layout of his office is completely different from the general office. Except for a few full bookshelves, it is a desk.
The books on the shelves are foreign language materials, books and magazines in American, German, French, and Japanese languages.
It is euphemistically called the No. 3 Lending Room, which contains some original materials, the latest international journals, as long as they are related to criminal investigation.
The General Administration has specially opened a lending room for these materials, and even hired an administrator with a high salary. The administrator's job is to archive and store the newly purchased materials in different categories.
This library is really too demanding on borrowers, and basically no one will come here to call for materials.
Of course, these are only superficial phenomena, and they are the identity cover of Su Hui's profiler.
Su Yuan gathered up a thick file, rubbed his eyebrows, and then began to record key information and results on the keyboard.
Suddenly a beeping sound came from the side, the walkie-talkie was next to him, Su Hui picked it up, and the other party said eagerly, "Senior, I want to ask..."
That voice is very familiar, who is it
In the dream, Su Hui searched his memory for the logic in it.
Among those messy memory fragments, a little bit of information finally fell out.
He remembered the first time he saw the man.
It seemed to be a year-end commendation meeting. Su Hui hated these coping occasions the most. He dawdled downstairs and waited until the opening ceremony to enter and sat in the last row of the auditorium. This kind of commendation has always been missed with him. Because of the anonymity protection measures, no matter what he did, he could only sit at the end, and no one would find out if he didn't even go.
There have been several rounds of awards, and most of the speeches are thanking the people and leaders.
Su Hui was a little sleepy, and folded the stars while listening.
Suddenly he heard a young and pleasant voice, "I have had a lot of feelings during the year I have been a police officer. For us, the case may be solved and everything will be over, but for those who are in it, it is not so much. Simple... Later I realized that there are still many things in this world that cannot be changed and resolved by our personal strength. Guarding justice is not an empty talk, it requires cost, time, pain and cost... "
When Su Hui heard this, he couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at him. The speaker on the stage was a particularly handsome and handsome young police officer. He could be seen from a distance of ten meters. His eyes were deep and sharp, his nose was high and his body was high. He is tall and tall, with a spirit that is unique to young people. The police uniform was worn on his body, which made him have broad shoulders and a straight back, full of the heroic appearance of a young man.
"Also, I would like to thank several members of the behavior analysis team, especially the poets, with their help, we were able to successfully detect many cases. However, for some reasons, they were unable to take the stage to receive the award. .There are many unsung heroes like them among us, working with us..."
There are many police officers who have won awards, but this is the first when it comes to the behavior analysis group.
Su Hui stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head and listened quietly. The man didn't bring the speech, and the words he said were completely different from other police officers.
"...I hope I can stay on the front line, take risks, and go deep into the darkness. If there is not enough light, then I can turn into a torch and become the light that illuminates others."
The young man bowed deeply and ended his speech. Applause broke out in the lecture hall for a while, and Su Hui couldn't help but put down the half-folded stars and clapped.
There were two policewomen in the front row talking: "Who is this little policeman? He looks so handsome."
"It's the deputy team of the second team. It seems that he came back from studying abroad... The outstanding policeman of the year, the leaders seem to be very optimistic about him."
It seems that at that time, Su Hui firmly remembered that person.
He always felt that this young man was different from some other old fritters, and he was more polite and patient when dealing with his inquiries.
Every time he talked to him, Su Hui's handsome appearance in uniform would appear in Su Hui's mind.
Once Su Hui was angry with the captain of the first team, and was meeting him to ask.
Su Hui complained angrily: "These old antiques are all unearthed cultural relics, right? All the precautions have been repeated over and over again, but there are still some omissions. He turned back and told me that the manpower was insufficient. What are they doing with so many people in the team? What to eat? You just don't pay attention!"
The other party listened to him complaining for a long time on the other end of the walkie-talkie.
After a while, the other party sent a message on the computer: "Senior, don't be angry. I left something for you from the vending machine downstairs. Go and get it."
Su Hui went downstairs and saw a big bag of various cakes next to the vending machine...
He carried the cake upstairs, typed on the computer and said, "Do you treat me like a child?"
I actually thought of buying snacks to coax him...
The other party seemed to be running out of words to ask. After a while, he said, "Senior, sweets can relieve negative emotions. This is science..."
In the bag were cakes bought from the cake shop opposite the city bureau. There was Su Hui's favorite strawberry flavor in it. He picked up a piece of strawberry cake and took a bite.
Poet: That strawberry cake is delicious.
In the subsequent exchanges, every time Su Hui was called a senior by him, he had a very strange feeling.
I don't know who and who learned it from, but each senior is called very well.
He's not much older than him, so if you have the ability, ask him to give it a try.
Now discussing the issue with him, Su Hui finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Don't call me senior, it sounds awkward, change the word."
The other party was stunned: "Then what should I call you?"
Su Hui didn't know what he was thinking. He was stunned for a few seconds and said to the walkie-talkie: "I'm older than you, but not much, so call me brother..."
The breathing of the person on the other side seemed to have stopped, and after holding it for a long time, there was a slow voice: "Brother?..."
Su Hui was in a good mood and held back a smile, "Okay, let's talk, what are you trying to ask?"
The dream suddenly stopped here.
There seemed to be a hand on his forehead. Su Hui was awakened by the touch. He was still in a daze, and his head still hurt a little. He should have a fever, but it was not that serious.
As if afraid of affecting his sleep, the man didn't say anything, just gently covered him with a quilt.
Aristotle was lying on his quilt, a fluffy mass that made his feet go numb.
Su Hui lay down, wondering why he had a strange dream. It was just a few small bits and pieces, like a puzzle, with no cause before and no result after. Imagination and memory are intertwined, and Su Hui is not even sure if he really knows such a person.
That kind of feeling is like the brain has crashed, obviously the memory is there, but I want to think about the details, but nothing is right.
Everything is separated by a layer of veil, I want to see it, but I can't see it clearly.
He vaguely felt that he was completely different from the one he was in the dream.
In the dream, he can still perceive various emotions, joy, happiness, excitement, sadness, but now, those emotional fluctuations are far away from him.
He is much calmer and calmer now.
The spirit of that time has long been lost, and his entire world has slowed down, slowed down.
The logic in the dream was a bit confusing. He tried to straighten it out, but the dream had dissipated. The more details he recalled, the more his head hurt. Su Hui's temples began to jump, and he tried hard not to think about those things.
Forget it, forget it, it shouldn't matter.
Then he suddenly smelled a slightly sweet smell.
Su Hui lifted his blindfold and turned his head. It was afternoon, and Lu Junchi should have come back. On the bedside table, there was a small strawberry cake...
For a moment, Su Hui couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
He sat up, reached out and picked up the small fork next to the cake, took a small bite and tasted it carefully. It was the strawberry cake at the door of the General Office.
Su Hui sat on the bed and ate the whole cake in one bite. Then he got up and walked to the living room to look at Lu Junchi, who was busy.
Lu Jun looked at him late and asked, "Are you awake? Didn't I wake you up?"
"No, I should have gotten up." Su Hui shook his head and licked the spoon of the cake, "The cake is delicious."
Lu Junchi just checked his body temperature, "Your fever seems to have subsided a little."
At this moment, Lu Junchi's cell phone suddenly vibrated. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Lu Haochu calling. It seemed that his younger brother had just finished the final exam, and he suddenly contacted him for some reason, and he was still at work. Lu Haochu knew that he was busy at work and rarely called during his working hours.
Lu Junchi was a little strange and picked up the phone: "Hello."
Lu Haochu lowered his voice and came from the receiver: "Brother! Have you been with Teacher Su?"
Lu Jun never thought that he was looking for Su Hui: "What's wrong?" He raised his head and looked at Su Hui.
Lu Haochu said, "Brother, today is the day for the debriefing of the teachers of the Criminology Academy."
Lu Junchi was a little confused when he heard it, and turned to ask Su Hui, "Are you debriefing today?"
Su Hui shook his head and said with certainty, "It's not today, I gave a reminder, it's three days later." His expression was serious and serious, just like when he usually reasoned about the case, revealing the feeling that he was in control of everything.
"Oh." Lu Junchi was relieved, lowered his head and said calmly to Lu Haochu, "Don't worry, it should be three days later."
"No, the time has been changed. Yesterday, it was announced on the school website. It was said to be the time to meet an invited expert?"
After hearing this, Lu Junchi frowned and pressed the phone on the speakerphone.
"...Brother, today is not April 1st, how can I lie to you? The debriefing meeting starts at 2:00 in the afternoon, and the student union is here to help. Several college leaders are here, and the editor-in-chief of any core journal is here. Some people say that they have called Mr. Su more than a dozen times, and no one has answered..."
The author has something to say: #MaleGod asked me to change my nickname, what should I do? I'm in a hurry to wait online#
Su Hui: Don't call me senior
Lu Junchi: The heart of the male god's precious wife
Su Hui: call me brother
Lu Junchi: ... brother