The chaos when threats first appeared a few years ago is now getting closer and closer to normalization, and it seems that everything is becoming more routine and calm.
However, beneath the surface of this calm is an ever-expanding panic, which can no longer be contained once bào erupts.
The phone rang suddenly, Ye Zhao took the last sip of beef, walked to the living room, bent over, picked up the phone on the coffee table, glanced at the caller ID, and connected: "Hello, Zhiming?"
The caller was Ye Zhao's childhood buddy Xia Zhiming, who worked in the Public Security Bureau of J Province. He had a bright future and was looking forward to seeing a bright future, but when he encountered this serial case that had dragged on for two years and still had no clue, the pressure doubled. The last time Ye Zhao saw his company grow several white hairs.
"Hey, Ye Zhao?" The voice over there was a little noisy, like a group of people were discussing something, Xia Zhiming's voice was as hurried as always, "That bastard has recently gone to your place, you should be careful and go out less. I read the report that the construction site seems to be right next to your house, and you usually walk around a bit."
"Well, I know." Ye Zhao sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned down the sound of the TV, "It may be foggy tonight, your police protective clothing is still in the testing stage, and the actual effect is still uncertain. Pay attention to yourself."
"Fog? I see. By the way, the boss asked me to go to your place to assist in handling the case, and I'll leave at noon the day after tomorrow." Xia Zhiming changed to a quiet place over there.
"Have you bought a ticket? What time do you get here?"
"It's half past four in the afternoon. The other people's congress will arrive the day after tomorrow. I'll go over to see you in advance, just in time to go around the scene."
"Okay, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow."
"Ah! By the way, I met Nie a few days ago—" Someone over there called Xia Zhiming, interrupting him. He took off the receiver and said, "I know, come here!" Then he leaned back into the receiver. He said to Ye Zhao: "Hey, forget it, the above recruited me again, I'll hang up first, and talk to you the day after tomorrow."
"Um."
Ye Zhao pressed the hang up button and stared out the window for a while.
If I heard right just now, Xia Zhiming said "Nie"...
Nie's...
Who else could Xia Zhiming specifically mention in front of him
Ye Zhao threw the phone on the sofa, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a long time, then sneered.
☆、chapter3
Leisure days without work are really rare for Ye Zhao. He picked a random book from the bookcase that he had bought but was too busy to read. He returned to the living room sofa and planned to pass the afternoon like this.
The car was driven away by Luo Xiaochen, and Ye Zhaobi put on a protective mask before he left, and told him to bring some ingredients back in the afternoon.
Luo Xiaochen belongs to the Three No Personnel in daily life, with no brain, no technology, and no common sense. To let him stay at home for a few days without going out, either instant noodles or starvation.
The foggy weather in the past two years has been a little weird. Sometimes official experts can accurately predict that they will notify the public in advance on major TV broadcasts to minimize the damage. At other times, the fog came very strangely without warning, but the casualties caused by this fog were the worst.