Yao Lu sincerely looked forward to Song Que's suggestion, but Song Que said, "You should work harder to get promoted. After you get promoted, you will spend less time in the field. Who dares to think you are not agile enough?"
This is what Song Que said. If Du Feng had said it, Yao Lu would have hit him in the face with a pillow. Du Feng didn't know about this hidden differential treatment, so he looked at Song Que with a confused look on his face, thinking that he was joking with Yao Lu. He couldn't help but think that Song Que would also be joking
Seeing Yao Lu's disapproval, Song continued: "I think if we handle a few more major cases together, this can be done."
Yao Lu paused, suddenly feeling that such words were not so mysterious. But why should he care about this matter? Is this matter of any benefit to Song Que
Song Que said: "When you can take charge of leading the team, I want to be on your team. I don't like working with idiots. Du Feng is enough."
Du Feng: "..."
Thank you
Yao Lu: “…”
Are you starting to think about the future now
At this time, both Du Feng and Yao Lu felt that Song Que was just joking. After Song Que led them to solve several major cases one after another, they began to realize that the other party was serious.
Song likes to solve crimes and the excitement of being on the edge of danger. If he wants, he can be the team leader himself, but he doesn't want to. If he had to pick someone from the bureau to manage the team, he would want it to be someone who could sense his danger. It was a bit annoying to be stared at behind his back, but it was like another layer of locks he had placed on himself. Only when he was shackled could he dance with confidence.
Song, however, resisted tenaciously for a while on the verge of turning his side job into a full-time job. In the end, his small psychological clinic did not close down. The front desk of the clinic changed several times. The earliest Zhang Yuanyuan found a suitable job long ago and was still in Song. However, I started business writing with the encouragement of others. She rarely takes the initiative to contact Song Que, but when she encounters him on the streets of Nanjiang City, this round-faced girl will still wave her hands excitedly and call out "Doctor Song" enthusiastically.
Consultant Song and Doctor Song, these are Song Que's two identities and Song Que's two pursuits. The life in the police station perfectly satisfies Song Que's desire for danger and excitement, but sometimes it can make Song Que feel lost. At this time, Dr. Song's identity can help Song Que calm down. When he became a doctor, he wanted to help those who were sick like him to overcome the disease. When you put on a white coat, your bottom line becomes clear.
As cases were solved quickly, Song Qiao became a well-known figure in the police station. Just as he expected, Yao Lu and Du Feng were promoted faster, creating a comfortable team for him. It’s not that Song didn’t know how to work around the rules and do things within the rules, but sometimes when his temper got louder, he wanted to do whatever he wanted. Yao Lu was so tired that she kept following him to clean up his tail. An angry Yao Lu threatened to expel him every day. Dequeue.
Today was no exception. Yao Lu was dragged and scolded by the director for a long time. She returned to her team's office with a gloomy look on her face. She drank three glasses of wine from the water dispenser and cursed Song Que for three minutes.
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The new police officer is a little girl. Although she was criticized several times by Song Que openly and secretly, because of Song Que's face, the little girl turned these harsh criticisms into lessons from her seniors. At this moment, he asked Du Feng with some worry: "Brother Du, what did Brother Song do again? The boss looks very angry. He won't let Brother Song come, right?"
The little girl's worries were not unfounded. After all, Song Que had come early at this time, but today the table belonging to Song Que was always empty.
Before Du Feng could speak, another young man came over: "You don't understand, this is Brother Song's exclusive holiday."
Xiao Younian came two years earlier than this newcomer and was an extremely straight man, but Song had no aura in his eyes. So when he first started and was ridiculed to death every day, he gritted his teeth in hatred towards Song Que. But after two years, Song Que was really conquered by his ability, and now he can still call him Brother Song with all his heart.
The little girl also wanted to ask about the exclusive vacation, and an angry Yao Lu came over. The three people chatting instantly dispersed, and everyone was staring at their computer screens, only their ears quietly perked up. .
Yao Lu walked to Song Que's desk, took the folder and smashed it several times. While smashing it, she said: "You get into trouble all the time. When you get into trouble, you take a day off. You know you want me to wipe your ass! Sooner or later, I will!"
When she said this, she noticed that the people next to her turned to look at her, as if they wanted to hear what she would do one day sooner or later. She was so angry that she threw away the folder and went into the small office by herself.
The little girl became even more worried, her brows furrowed. The two people next to him were calm and relaxed, and the young man said: "I have been here for two years, and the boss has been saying this for two years. Brother Song is still in good shape - full of energy."
The last word is definitely not a compliment.
Du Feng thought about Song Que's appearance when he was handling the case, and rubbed his temples with a headache, and said: "In the past five years, I have never seen Sister Yao do anything to Brother Song. She just lost her temper while Brother Song was away, so as not to become a psychopath. .”
The little girl's worried eyes changed. She looked at Song Que's empty table, seeming to have a hint of admiration.
Song, who was being discussed heatedly by several people, went home.
Because of his extremely high crime detection rate, Song was given some special treatment. He didn't ask for money, he only asked for a vacation.
In addition to visiting his parents, he went home for the research that Xu Changping was doing. Xu Changping retired from the police station two years ago and devoted all his remaining energy to research on the brain and crime. Song Que spent most of his vacation here. He did research with Xu Changping, and Lance, who was far away in country a, also provided him with a lot of help.
Human beings are the most complex creatures, and exploring the role of each component is beyond the ability of ordinary people, not to mention that what Song Que wanted to do was change. In the past few years, although the research results have been abundant, it has not greatly promoted Song Que's goals.
Xu Changping looked at Song Que frowning and flipping through the data, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Xiao Song, you can't rush this kind of thing. Sometimes you just need a little inspiration. Don't push yourself too hard." Damn, why don’t you solve your personal problems when you have time.”
Song pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, wanting to pretend not to hear what Xu Changping said, but Xu Changping was the elder he respected the most. Song had no choice but to take off his glasses and said: "Uncle Xu, I really just want to focus on scientific research. And you also know my situation. If I don’t solve this problem, if I suddenly go crazy one day, it won’t be a harm to this girl.”
This was not the first time that Xu Changping mentioned this matter. He had been mentally prepared for his attitude. At this moment, he still couldn't help but mutter: "I think you are fine. If I really want to do what you say, most people in this world will There is something wrong with everyone, why don’t you want to get married? And there are quite a few people who look like normal people and kill their husbands and wives after marriage, so how are you any worse than others?"
Even though Xu Changping is now concentrating on research, he still talks about these things with great enthusiasm. He always thinks that people must have love to become good. Song Que is now so good and restrained, and has not been affected by those bad genes. In Xu Changping's opinion, a large part of the credit is due to the fact that Song Yang and his wife cared enough for him when he was a child. But Song is now older and works away from his parents on weekdays. He does not stay with his parents all the time like he did when he was a child. Obviously, he needs someone else to care for him, and he also needs to learn to care for others.
To be honest, Song felt that Xu Changping's theory was quite reasonable, but he really couldn't afford someone's life at will. He is a person who has no past and may only stay in this world for decades or years.
But it was difficult to tell Xu Changping this, but Song could only purse his lips and look stubborn. When Xu Changping saw his expression, he knew it was hard to persuade him, so he could only sigh.
Xu Changping patted him on the shoulder: "Don't get too involved and remember to rest. Your aunt is urging me to go home for dinner. I'll leave first."
Song Que nodded, and once Xu Changping left, he immersed himself in the experimental data again.
How to change those stubborn nervous systems? After the change, is this person still the same person
These messy questions kept flashing through Song Que's mind, giving him a headache. Song Qi put down his pen as if compromising and lay down on the table to take a nap.
He didn't want to sleep, he just wanted to close his eyes and expel those chaotic thoughts from his brain to get a moment of peace. But he couldn't open his eyelids as soon as he closed them, as if he had dropped a thousand pounds, and his whole body suddenly fell into a bizarre dream.
The scene in front of him was strange and familiar. He had never been to a place like this. In the dream, the background was blurred. He couldn't see any concrete objects or decorations, but he knew that this was his room.
There was a man in the room, sitting in front of a glowing machine. Although he was sitting and not stretching like when he was standing, Song knew that he was a tall and lanky young man.
The whole scene seemed to have changed from a different angle, but Song saw half of his profile—the same as the background, blurry as if it had been mosaicd out. But Song reacted strangely, this was a young man.
Everything that followed inherited the weirdness of the beginning of the dream, but Song could not see any clear picture, but the plots in his mind popped out one by one. This boy was writing something similar to a program. Of course, both the writing method and the things he wrote were different from the current level of technology, but Song just used the way he could best understand to explain the boy's behavior.
The young man created an intelligent program. This program is used to cure diseases. If you want to cure diseases, you must put your spiritual body into it. This is a very dangerous behavior. However, the young man ignored the dissuasion of others and went to the battlefield to experiment.
Song Que woke up from his dream.
There was nothing thrilling about this dream, but it made him break out in a cold sweat. He felt extremely weak, as if something had drained his energy.
Is this inspiration? Or memories
Song did not want to rejoice in vain, so he did not want to rashly define this dream as a memory, but first dealt with it by defining it as inspiration.
Song knocked on the table, thinking about why he used intelligent programs to treat diseases. He couldn't help but imagine that Song was a genius, but geniuses also had areas of talent that they were particularly good at and other general areas that they were generally good at. Their performance in the ordinary field is excellent, and their performance in the talent field is amazing. If you want to overcome this kind of unique problem, it is not enough to be smart and excellent. It often requires a little aura and amazing performance.
So, does this solution work
As an objective reality, the brain determines the personality direction of a psychopath. However, it is too difficult to change the brain. A single move affects the whole body, and treatment often becomes fatal. And starting from the brain, what they have to do is often not cutting, but repairing and creating. This is less like a doctor’s job and more like a Creator’s job.