From Dongye City to Luocheng, it is more convenient to take the high-speed rail than the plane, and it can be reached in two hours.
Fang Yuanhang is still like a chicken blood. He has been busy with the case for so many days, and he is not even a little tired. He is alive and well, not like a person who only sleeps three or four hours a day.
Mingshu drank a can of Red Bull before leaving, and felt a little sleepy at this time. I don't think I'm getting old, but looking at the players who are several years younger than me, I can't help but think of when I was as old as Fang Yuanhang.
The energy is always exhausted in a day. If there is a case, I will play basketball with Lu Yanzhou's gang. If I have a rest day, I can play from morning to night. I am taken home by Xiao Yuan, and I can hang on Xiao Yuan at night. down.
Except for Xiao Yuan, no one knew that he was so clingy.
"Are you a monkey?" Xiao Yuan teased him once.
"Don't you know what I belong to?" He stayed still, looking at his lover with a pair of affectionate eyes, "Of course I belong to you!"
Xiao Yu'an understood, and shook his head with a smile, that smile was very petite.
"My body and heart belong to you, so I don't belong to the monkey, it belongs to you!" After he finished speaking, he kissed Xiao Yuan's chin, but Xiao Yuan grabbed his lips instead.
The night is long and beautiful.
"Master, master!" Fang Yuanhang shouted, "Did you listen to what I said just now? What are you thinking?"
Of course Mingshu wouldn't tell his apprentice that he was thinking about the matter between his husband and his wife just now, so he slowly sorted out his expression and said, "I think about the case."
Fang Yuanhang: "Where did you think, let's think about it together?"
Mingshu refused to answer, "Call me something? I want to go to the toilet by myself. How old are you? Do you want me to lead the way?"
"Master, what are you talking about!" Fang Yuanhang looked around quickly, for fear of being overheard, "I'm talking to you about what happened in Luocheng last year!"
"Last year?" Mingshu understood as soon as he heard it.
The Los Angeles police community experienced a serious turmoil last year. Han Qu, the leader of the special police detachment, was suspected of being brainwashed by a cult organization and became its accomplice. Because of his trust in Han Qu, the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Chen Zheng, leaked the details of the case unconsciously, and was suspended for investigation.
The Han Qu incident hit Chen Zheng very hard. Even if the investigation team later proved his innocence, he was unwilling to stay in an important front-line unit such as the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and took the initiative to transfer to the provincial department to take an idle position.
Hua Chong officially became the vice-captain two months ago. Although he was only a vice-captain in name, because the captain's position was vacant, Hua Chong was actually the head of the Los Angeles Criminal Investigation Detachment.
Mingshu is younger than Hua Chong, and the first time he dealt with Hua Chong was a few years ago. He was speechless, thinking that a man can't be called "Hua Hua" even if his surname is Hua. What kind of weird nickname is this? But after seeing Hua Chong, this idea changed. Hua Chong was born as a special police officer, handsome enough, temperamental enough, excellent in skills, and brilliant in mind. No matter what nickname you give to this kind of person, it will not damage his first impression.
The last time we met was with the special operations team of the Ministry of Public Security, Hua Chong came to report on his job, and he was receiving training.
He was actually a little surprised, because he used to be 100% sure that Hua Chong was a straight man, the kind that would not be able to be flirted with by any man who would flirt again, but when they met again, he found Hua Chong bent at a glance, and the one who broke Hua Chong was actually Liu Zhiqin, who had a holiday with him!
"I heard that Luocheng's 'Liu An Hua Ming' group is very powerful." Fang Yuanhang said again: "Master, have you dealt with them?"
Mingshu was worried that he would accidentally reveal the secret of the couple, so he perfunctory Fang Yuanhang, put on his earphones and closed his eyes.
After arriving in Los Angeles, Mingshu and Fang Yuanhang went to the Los Angeles Bureau first.
It is a customary rule for criminal police to investigate cases outside their jurisdiction to visit a local brother unit.
"Come here?" Hua Chong wore a shirt and uniform pants, slender and handsome, perhaps because he had been a special police officer, he had a different aura from that of a criminal police officer.
Fang Yuanhang stared at them for a long time.
"I haven't seen you for another half a year." Mingshu brought the tea from Dongye to Hua Chong, exchanged a few words, and went straight to the topic.
On the phone before, he briefly mentioned the tomb heart, and now after face-to-face analysis, Hua Chong also agreed to investigate the tomb heart in detail, and said that he would send a team member to Xinyun Publishing House with them.
Mingshu did not expect that the person Hua Chong said would be Liu Zhiqin.
The office door was pushed open from the outside, and Liu Zhiqin Yang took a bag of iced milk tea in Yang's hand, "Come, Mr. Liu treats you."
Mingshu's eyelids jumped, "Why are you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Liu Zhiqin put all the milk tea on the table, found a cup of various ingredients and added half a cup of it, inserted a straw, and placed it directly in front of Hua Chong, "You still owe me and Hua team one. drink."
Hua Chong smiled and agreed, "That's it."
Fang Yuanhang was curious, "Master, what's the matter?"
Mingshu said, "Young man, don't gossip like that, okay?"
Liu Zhiqin was talking about a small incident that happened to the special operations team, but it was a small matter, but it was related to his Mingshu's face.
The special action team's training involves all aspects, with practical training as the main focus and technical training as a supplement. He ranks among the best in every assessment, but only the theoretical knowledge of network security is a hindrance.
Liu Zhiqin used to be a core member of the Information Warfare Team of the Ministry of Public Security and belonged to the special operations team. Later, he was transferred to the Luocheng Bureau, and now he has settled down in Luocheng. But when the special operations team needed it, Liu Zhiqin would go back at any time.
The network security theory class he took was taught by Liu Zhiqin.
According to the leaders, criminal police do not need to master the practical operation of network attack and defense, but they must understand and remember the theory, so as to solve difficult and difficult cases more efficiently in the current environment.
Mingshu is the most annoying of memorizing theories and reading books. He never took a good computer class when he was in school. Now he can't understand it in class, and he is too lazy to review it after class. During the first random inspection, he stared at Liu Zhiqin's face, Not a single question was answered.
Liu Zhiqin's words made him very angry—
"They are all leaders of the serious crime team, why is the gap so big?"
It was the first time that he was questioned about his strength, and he immediately put down his words, saying that he would definitely take the first place in the final assessment.
"What if I can't get it?" Liu Zhiqin asked with a smile.
"Can't get me to invite you to dinner with the most powerful crime team leader in your heart!"
"Not enough to eat."
"Eat and drink!"
The words were put there, but if he took the time to memorize boring theories, he still fell asleep. So this bet was lost clearly and without any suspense.
He is not a person who loves to default on his debts, and he wanted to invite a drink in the capital, but Liu Zhiqin was temporarily called away to carry out the task, and Hua Chong also returned to Luocheng long ago, and the debt was owed.
If Liu Zhiqin mentioned it suddenly, he would have forgotten about it.
"I didn't say I wouldn't invite you, I'll invite you after the case is finished this time!" He said, raising his chin at Hua Chong, "Hua team, I'll take Mr. Liu with me."
Hua Chong became more stable after becoming the deputy detachment captain and nodded, "Just tell me if you need anything."
Luocheng Xinyun Publishing House is an old-fashioned publishing house. It has been established for decades. It has experienced a period of turbulence and rapid development of the publishing industry. Now it is one of the top five publishing houses in China. The headquarters building looks simple and elegant from the outside, but inside First-class office environment.
In the past few years, the publishing industry has fallen into a trough, and the overall situation is sluggish. Many small publishing houses have closed down. Xinyun is also trying to transform and find a new way out.
"Many new books recently published by this publishing house are suspenseful." After entering the Xinyun Building, Liu Zhiqin said: "There are local authors, some foreign authors, some are realistic, some are supernatural, all kinds, and the quality is uneven. Not even."
Mingshu slowed down, "Have you investigated?"
"Flower team asked me to help you, I have to do some homework in advance." Liu Zhiqin didn't forget to poke Mingshu after finishing speaking, "And I occasionally go to bookstores and buy a few new best-selling books, unlike you. "
Mingshu: "…"
What's wrong with not reading books
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"Do you know what the increase in suspense books reflects?" Liu Zhiqin asked.
Mingshu said: "It's still a question? The number of criminal cases in the society is increasing, the tricks are constantly being renovated, the curiosity of the people is increasing, and the imagination is stimulated, and the demand is strong. In fact, murder-related themes, whether it is books, movies, or games, have always belonged to 'just need'. This is not particularly evident in our country, where the subject of crime has long been referred to as 'hard plate' in neighbouring countries."
"More than that." Liu Zhiqin said, "There is another reason."
Ming Shu stopped, "Huh?"
Liu Zhiqin said: "The pressure that society puts on people is getting bigger and bigger. Everyone's emotions need a way to vent. When excessive negative emotions appear on an author, writing becomes the way for them to vent. ."
"You mean the heart of the tomb." Mingshu said.
Liu Zhiqin shrugged, "It could also be another writer."
The two were chatting when a project leader from Xinyun Publishing House arrived in a hurry.
This person is in his thirties, shirt and trousers, with a work card hanging on his chest, the most ordinary appearance and the most ordinary hairstyle, the glasses lenses are a little thick, the expression on his face is very disturbed, with a reluctant smile on his lips, he politely said: "Good three, good three. My surname is Liu, and this is my business card. I was informed that the police were coming to investigate the case, and I'll be there right away. What's the matter? Is there anything I can help? "
Mingshu took the business card and glanced at it.
The business card reads the man's title and name, Liu Zhiqiang, director of the "Mystery" studio.
Liu Zhiqiang explained that the "Mystery" studio is a newly established department of the editorial center, which specializes in publishing real-world suspense.
"Do you understand the heart of the writer's grave?" Mingshu asked, "The writer of The Green Perfume Bottle."
"He..." Liu Zhiqiang adjusted his glasses, looking a little weird, as if he looked down on the other party, and tried his best to hide this disdain.
Mingshu asked, "Have you seen him?"
"I haven't seen it before." Liu Zhiqiang shook his head quickly, "Well, if you want to check the tomb center, then I will call the editor in charge of the tomb center. She usually communicates with the tomb center."
Ming Shu's gaze stopped briefly on Liu Zhiqiang's face, "Okay."
Liu Zhiqiang pushed open the door of the conference room and should have walked out directly, but turned around again, his eyes hesitant and fearful.