Ouyang Qiwen came with a lot of work.
He arrived in a hurry, carrying documents so thick that they almost burst out of a brown paper bag. When he reached Wu Hui's side, he distanced the stack of things from his chest, and a tightly wrapped sesame seed cake fell onto the hospital bed. It was still warm when she reached for it. In this cold weather, it's really hard to be her partner.
Qiwen put the bag on the bedside table with a "thunk" sound. He patted the dust, shook his head, and some of his curly hair swayed. Wu Hui always felt that he looked like a long-haired dog or a little sheep.
"Are you here early?" Wu Hui slowly tore open the bag of sesame seed cakes and said, "It's not time to get off work yet. Are you in a hurry to get the keys? Just put them on the bedside table. Take a look."
"It's not urgent, I have a spare key. The newspaper office can't transfer the information room if it's not open for a day. Don't worry, I'll return the things for you. They specially granted leave and let me come to see you in advance. It will take a hundred days to break my muscles and bones. , you can’t miss out on a job.”
"Since we're all off work, don't worry about work."
As Wu Hui spoke, she pinched the raised cake paper. The aroma of grains and sesame penetrated my nose, and my originally depressed appetite was aroused by the mediocre sesame biscuits. She had to be careful not to drop crumbs of food on the bed. But before the pancake was brought to her mouth, Qiwen looked at her seriously and said:
"This is your job."
"This is my job."
She repeated, creampie hovering over her mouth.
"The editor-in-chief asked me to ask clearly. We can rest assured that nothing serious has happened to you. You don't know how happy I was when I heard that your leg was broken..."
"What."
"No, you misunderstood. I mean, you just broke your leg, there is nothing wrong with you, there is nothing wrong with your hand, and one of your eyes is fine, which is great. Then you can still write and work, right? You really saved my life. I don’t like writing anymore. Take a look first. This is the manuscript that the serial author sent yesterday. You should divide it up and proofread it. And these, balm, rouge and wine. Advertising copywriting, this is what they need, think about it slowly, this is not urgent. You can't do time-sensitive work, but you can still do these. Don't worry, I will come to see you every two days, just bring anything you want. "
This meal loses its flavor in the blink of an eye. While her temples were stinging, Wu Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
"So the salary is still..."
"You are in a special situation. As long as these can be completed on time, the editor-in-chief said it will be done. I know you have to worry about this. I know you very well. You also know me. I thought those tasks would fall on me... …”
Wu Hui reluctantly put the cake into his mouth and was too lazy to answer. Indeed, with his words, it was really troublesome for him to come up with some copywriting that would not offend anyone. It's not that he's not good at Chinese - otherwise he wouldn't be able to get into college, it's just that he doesn't like it. In the past, I read too many books and suppressed them for too long, but now I can spit them out when I see dense words.
Today's news is the same as every day before. He always likes to wear brown clothes that can withstand stains, and this coat is no exception. His clothes always have many pockets and buckles designed to hold notepads, pens, film, lenses, and even screwdrivers and other miscellaneous items. He always pulls out unexpected parts from nowhere to cope with various accidents. But he still pays attention to the style of his clothes, and he pays special attention to his image, because reporters always have to come into contact with many people. He always keeps himself clean, and even if he looks ordinary, he can easily leave a good first impression on others.
After knowing each other for a long time, it is not difficult to find out that this guy is very clever.
"So...what's going on with you?" Qiwen scratched his head again, "Did you get hit by a car in the middle of the night?"
So Wu Hui briefly explained the cause and effect. Anyway, there is nothing that can be explored in depth about the whole thing. Qiwen, who was sitting on the bed next door, looked solemn when he heard this. After Wu Hui finished speaking, he was silent for a while and then continued:
"This matter...don't be too optimistic."
"It's a blessing to have saved my life, and I don't expect anything more now."
"It's a good thing you can think about it. If the bus is for private use and the rich man gets hit by it, you can get a lot of hush money. But if it's... uh
, you know right? Even if a gangster who can afford to drive a car hits you, it can shut you up forever. "
"Stop being scary." Wu Hui frowned in disgust, "Of course I know this. In fact, I have a worse guess. I was looking at the case downstairs, and then this happened. Damn. Could it be that someone didn't want me to investigate further, so someone deliberately followed me? In this case, I might not be safe when I leave the hospital."
Qiwen didn't think she thought too much, but he still thought it was a bit exaggerated.
"Who is more scary? If someone really wants to kill you, they can try to kill you while you are in the hospital. It's not like... right? According to you, the person who follows you and the person who hits you with the car are 80% better. The purpose of this group is to get you to mind your own business. But at best you are just an editor reporting on this matter. I took the photos at the time, and I also did the interviews at the police station, so logically it is not your turn."
Wu Hui leaned his head on the pillow and shouted: "It's too complicated. It's very strange to close the case so early."
"Don't dare to talk nonsense. Director Yi is still very resourceful, and those gangs are much more disciplined than in the past. On the contrary, there are rumors that after some cases are investigated to the end, if the current law has nothing to do, they will... carry out their own justice .Do you understand?"
"You mentioned it before. But no matter how you put it, it sounds too childish. My house is a small place, and calling the police is useless. Not to mention losing things, even if you lose people, there is nothing you can do."
"Don't compare it to Yaozhou. The second most prosperous metropolis in the country, if the police don't do anything, where else can the police take care of it? Think about it, the director is the daughter of a warlord..." Although no one else was listening, Qiwen lowered his voice. Said, "The former director has been dealt with, so the new guy will naturally have to find a way to convince others. If Yi Shuai wants to establish power in Yao, he must resort to tricks. Airplanes and tanks cannot come in, but he can still do it with a few birds. Master it. The violent organ of a city controls the skeleton of the city. Whether the raw meat is good or rotten, whether the blood shed is pure or dirty, all are affected by this skeleton."
It is absolutely impossible for a woman under thirty years old to serve as the director of the Metropolitan Police Department, the second most prosperous city in the country, without connections. Although the situation has stabilized, fighting continues in many places. The old dynasty has been destroyed, and the almighty emperor rules the country. It is already a "story of youth" in the mouth of grandparents. Everything seems to return to the era of feudal feudal lords. The "fiefdom" nominally obeys the command of the "capital", but in fact the warlords are divided into separate camps.
To be honest, it is still open to question whether the capital of the past can still be regarded as the "most prosperous". But people are tacitly aware of it and keep silent about it. After the imperial court lost control, Yaozhou City opened its port long ago to do business with Westerners. Over the past few decades, everything has developed too fast. Not to mention outsiders, even the native Yaozhou people sometimes feel confused.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
The two of them were excited at the same time. They first looked at each other and whispered: Doctor? I do not know. Just as he was about to ask a question, a strange woman's voice came: "Excuse me, is it convenient to come in?"
"Who are you……"
Wu Hui thought about it for a moment, and realized that it didn't sound like the nurse's voice that morning. Who is that?
The man opened the door and walked over without asking for advice. She has long hair hanging over her shoulders and wears a crisp black uniform with the iconic gold trim on the collar, cuffs and placket. The metal on the police hat reflected the setting sun, and the beam of light briefly flashed across Wu Hui's right eye. She narrowed her eyes and watched the female police officer approach her. As expected of a police officer, he is still so energetic when people are off duty.
"Han... hello, Police Officer Yi."
Qiwen suddenly stood up and bowed to the other party. Wu Hui unconsciously sat up a little straighter.
"Yi..."
"Oh, she is the liaison officer of the National Police Agency. We met during the interview. You may have never met her." Qiwen immediately changed his mental outlook. According to Wu Hui's understanding, it is considered to be in working condition. He continued to introduce: "Ms. Yi is an easy-going person. We all call each other by her first name in private. I just accidentally let it slip, I hope it won't offend..."
"It's okay." The female police officer said cheerfully, "You are Wu Hui, right? You can also call me Hanying like him. I received a call from the hospital and came to take notes for you."
"Hello, thank you for your hard work. I thought it was tomorrow..."
"The common people's business is our business. When we received the notice that you woke up, we didn't dare to waste a moment, and immediately arranged manpower to deal with it. As long as I go back with the transcript, we can open a case for you."
"...Okay, okay." Wu Hui responded vaguely.
The progress is too fast. You know, she had just woken up from a coma for ten hours - less than half a day. Didn't the hospital say that the patient should recuperate first? Or are you afraid that she will faint again? Although it's nothing big.
She quickly sorts through the current information. The surname is Yi? So he is a relative of the director? So young, not much different from myself. He seems to have a good relationship with Ouyang Qiwen, so he should have revealed this information intentionally. Is this his "friend" at the police station, or "one of his friends"? But if he is a relative of the director, how dare he reveal the case to this extent? Can't figure it out.
Just tell the truth when asked, and don't talk too much about things you didn't ask. That's fine. For now, maybe she can be trusted. Although I had just said that I had no expectations for the police industry, people came here non-stop. She couldn't help but feel a familiar guilty feeling in her heart.
"Then I'll leave first, so as not to disturb your business." Qiwen waved his hand, took two steps back, then turned to Wu Hui and said, "Don't forget your work."
"Hmm. Huh-huh?"
Just leave like that? Qiwen walked backwards, waving to her constantly, and kept glancing at the cowhide bag on the bedside table. When he went out, he almost bumped into someone, apologized awkwardly and left. Take a closer look, isn't that Dr. Mo? He was holding an aluminum lunch box in his hand, picked up a vermicelli with a pair of chopsticks, stood at the door and ate it generously for her to see.
Only then did she remember that she still had the sesame cake in her hand, but before she could take a second bite, it was already cold. She awkwardly put the cake on the cowhide bag and straightened her upper body a little more. Yi Hanying actually smiled in an easy-going manner, without the oppressive feeling of ordinary police officers who scare the victims into not daring to say a word.
But if Mo Weiming stayed outside the door to eat like this, does it count as obstructing official business?
