Song Qiaoyu was really not used to being in the same room with strangers, especially when the security office in the central tower was in a really bad environment and the atmosphere was cramped.
He was not needed, so he chose to stay in the gap between the elevator and the stairwell. As usual, he hides comfortably in a corner that is not dark.
"There is a Rolex watch in the passenger drawer, a tablet in the back seat bag, and spare cash in the middle storage box. Xiao Wu, have you confirmed that he hasn't touched any of these things?"
Song Qiaoyu was waiting at the corner, and the first thing she heard was this calm voice. He raised his eyebrows, vaguely aware that this might be the potential owner—the boss of the person who was robbed next to the car just now and was rescued by him passing by.
Song Qiaoyu did admit that his brain was not that bright, but he didn't think he was stupid. At most, he was at the level of an ordinary person - and that was close to the truth.
Consistent with many people's first impressions, the assistant known as Xiao Wu is also not that clever. He hesitated for two seconds, and then hesitantly told what he knew: "The tablet in the back seat is fine, but I'm not so sure about the rest..."
Jiang Zhuo smiled good-naturedly and said, "I don't blame you. After all, you just arrived here not long ago. But the only thing left outside is the tablet. Since it is fine, it is not easy for other problems to occur - you found it in time."
As a boss, this man is quite kind and comforting. Song Qiaoyu recalled the scene she had just seen: the anxious assistant seemed to be colliding with the thief who had pried open the car door. He could only drag the person by his clothes in a daze, and did not even know how to call for help.
This kind of slowness is what really makes people's blood pressure soar. Song Qiaoyu asked himself if he hadn't had sharp eyes and ears and heard the sound of their pulling and rushed over. I'm afraid that this little thief would have disappeared into the sea of people by now.
Good luck.
However, Song Qiaoyu only had this idea now. He had been waiting for a while. During this period, his assistant kept saying sorry to him on WeChat. The boss still had things to deal with, and his attitude was frightening.
Although he looks like an impatient big man, Song Qiaoyu is actually very patient. After listening to the instructions, he just waited there boredly until the two people from behind the corner came over.
Two people. Song Qiaoyu glanced at the middle-aged man behind him, and frowned at first, with a look of surprise on his face, which passed quickly.
Looks familiar.
Then, he suddenly thought about where the sense of déjà vu came from, and his eyes immediately became lively.
But what Song Qiaoyu was thinking about was naturally not "such a coincidence in the world", but "is it true?"
Sorry if I got it wrong.
Jiang Zhuo also saw Song Qiaoyu, and he raised his lips warmly when Xiao Wu introduced him, "Nice to meet you, is this Officer Song? We, Xiao Wu, just mentioned your generous help to me. It was really a big help."
"It should be..." Song Qiao didn't know why, uncharacteristically, he seemed to have deliberately suppressed his usually sharp and inhumane tone, but because of his unfamiliarity, he seemed a little clumsy, "...what do you call me?"
Jiang Zhuo nodded: "My surname is Jiang. Without further ado, would you like Officer Song to take us to see the situation?"
In fact, there were only two steps left, and there was no need for Song Qiaoyu to lead the way. The main reason was that Xiao Wu had regarded this police officer as his backbone just like a chicken looking for its mother. When the boss came, he took him to Officer Song first.
And Jiang Zhuo is now verbally asking Song Qiaoyu for help, obviously out of basic respect.
Hearing this surname, Song Qiaoyu suddenly felt a little weird; when the other party gave him a task, he found that the situation he thought was difficult to deal with suddenly turned into the situation he was best able to deal with.
Follow instructions.
So under this pull that was not theoretically necessary but actually effective, Jiang Zhuo, who walked into the security office with Song Qiaoyu's rather tangled state of mind, saw the thief, and was immediately struck by a scorching heat. His gaze went to his face.
Jiang Zhuo obviously didn't expect that someone who was trying to steal his vehicle would be so "enthusiastic". He was stunned for a moment, and then looked the stranger up and down.
Mr. Jiang's expression always seems to be that gentle and elegant one. Because of his rash guesses, Song Qiaoyu subconsciously recalled the demeanor of the doctor who often visited the bureau recently, and found that although the specific emotional and demeanor trends were different, the level of stability may be the same.
Can this also be hereditary?
Song Qiaoyu's mind was filled with strange speculations, and Jiang Zhuo also whispered a few words to the little thief. Assistant Wu stood aside, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. His only self-control may have prevented him from taking out his mobile phone to play.
As a personal assistant to the chairman of a well-known company, even though he had only recently entered the industry, his professional qualities seemed a bit inappropriate.
But he seems to have one remaining advantage, at least for Jiang Zhuo.
stupid.
"Little brother, what's your name?"
Whether it was Song Qiaoyu or the careless Assistant Wu, if someone who was more sensitive to abnormalities stayed here, he might be able to find something wrong immediately - because facing a thief who almost stole his important belongings, Jiang Zhuo's current behavior is really bizarre. very.
He was calm and spoke softly and cautiously, like he was correcting a child who made mistakes. In the eyes of others, such an attitude might seem like an overly docile peacemaker, but the car thief, who was supposed to be a stranger, subconsciously widened his eyes.
The car thief was being handcuffed to the railing of the window sill of the security office, and his slight expression was caught in Jiang Zhuo's eyes. Jiang Zhuo did not turn around to pay attention to the two people who should be able to hear him, but continued to treat this person in an obviously different state with his unique attitude.
Song Qiaoyu didn't hear anything wrong. She just felt bored except that she had something on her mind. He also remembered that Shao Zi said that he would come over after taking care of things, and he just hoped that if Shao Zi came, he could talk to people first, so as not to lose etiquette.
After all, the relationship between Mr. Jiang's appearance and Jiang Qiu cannot be ignored. He clearly knows Jiang Qiu, and it is too much to forcefully not talk to him.
"I just... randomly chose a car." The car thief's eyes evaded, "It was just a temporary obsession, and I won't dare to do it next time..."
However, things did not go as Song Qiaoyu wished. After the car thief answered, Jiang Zhuo quickly ended the question.
He gave the interlocutor one last meaningful look, and then unexpectedly turned to Song Qiaoyu again: "I'll check the belongings in the car later. I might have to excuse myself. Officer Song, you looked at me just now, and you seemed to have something to say. Want to say something?"
Only then did Song Qiaoyu realize that the Mr. Jiang in front of him was different from Jiang Qiu. He seemed to be particularly good at observing words and expressions, so he finally said what he wanted to say from the beginning: "Do you know Dr. Jiang Qiujiang?"
After the words were spoken, Song Qiaoyu was shocked to realize that he had missed the honorific, but he didn't know what it meant to panic, so he made amends carefully and calmly.
"you."
Assistant Wu on the side didn't listen to anything before. He was just autistic and worried about his future. Now he felt ready to leave and he cheered up. He understood Song Qiaoyu's mistakes when he spoke and almost laughed out loud.
It's really not that funny.
In contrast, Jiang Zhuo's reaction was very dull, even when he accidentally heard the name "Jiang Qiu", he just nodded politely, "I am Jiang Qiu's father. I know that he has often troubled the Yuzhou City Public Security Bureau recently. Police officers of the bureau, I just didn’t know that you knew Officer Song, what a coincidence. Jiang Qiu is in a special situation, and his words may not be pleasant to hear sometimes, so I would like to thank you for taking care of him."
Song Qiaoyu understood and told the truth sincerely, "I need to be cared for more."
Indeed, more colleagues than others are curious about what Jiang Qiu is doing, thinking about making friends with this generous second-generation rich man, or marveling at the unimaginable knowledge of this outsider. Song Qiaoyu, who was studying, really found a lot of information through Jiang Qiu's help.
Jiang Qiu is not good at dealing with people, but the exchange of "resources" and hard currency with Song Qiaoyu, who is also not willing to interact with others, still maintains a weird smoothness. After all, his specialty is acquiring knowledge.
Song Qiaoyu also felt that she should be grateful for this.
So there was this conversation, and the next second after the conversation ended, someone knocked on the door of the security office again. Xiao Wu, who finally had something to do, hurried to open the door for him.
The person coming was none other than Shao Zi.
Shao Zi was almost hit in the face by the iron door that opened outwards. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and took two steps back. He originally wanted to use the excuse of looking for Song Qiaoyu to test it out, but before he could get rid of the complicated expression caused by being almost hit, he heard Jiang Zhuo's sudden question.
"This...is also a friend of the police officer?"
The speech in Shao Zi's mind that he originally planned to pretend to communicate with Song Qiaoyu was instantly cleared, and then quickly filled in with the plan B he constructed temporarily.
Then he spoke politely and calmly.
"Are you talking to me?"
"I've seen you. Officer Shao, right?"
Song Qiaoyu on the side watched two gentle men saying hello to each other, throwing out many compliments, turning one "hello" into thousands of words, and suddenly felt that there was nothing more dizzying in the world than listening to the leader speak. The torture of sleepiness.
I really can't live anymore.
A moment later, Song Qiaoyu saw Shao Zi bidding farewell to Jiang Zhuo as if he was still unfinished, then winked at himself, told him to turn around and leave.
"Why are you leaving now?" Following Shao Zi to the door, Song Qiaoyu was confused. "Even if the local police station can take the person away, Jiang Qiu's father hasn't left yet. Isn't it inappropriate for us to leave first? Since you know each other, You should know this relationship, besides, this man looks so much like Dr. Jiang."
At this time, Song Qiaoyu actually knew that what they were doing was inappropriate. Shao Zi really didn't know what to say because of his sudden "sharpness". Only then did he remember that no one had ever told Song Qiaoyu about Jiang Zhuo's special nature, and Song Qiaoyu himself certainly couldn't take the initiative to ask.
"because……"
Shao Zi took a deep breath and glanced back at Song Qiaoyu awkwardly - it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, he just didn't know whether or how to say it.
"Jiang Zhuo was the last person that Captain Song contacted before he died." This was all he could say in the end.
Song Qiaoyu's reaction was somewhat unexpected. He blinked, "So this is Jiang Zhuo?"
In love, I only heard the surname but not the number? Before Shao Zi had time to react, he heard Song Qiaoyu muttering.
"Then does he also know me?"
How pitiful it is, because of Song Jing's unique chatting skills, Song Qiaoyu not only met various friends of her mother during her lifetime, but was also mentioned about the dark history shared by her mother in various stages from childhood to adolescence. It is not enough to develop conditioned reflexes. strange.
When faced with sensitivity, his first reaction was that of an ordinary acquaintance. Shao Zi, who considered himself a skeptic, didn't even understand it for a while. But he knew far more than Song Qiaoyu, who had only read a few words in the dossier, so his mood was more complicated.
——Because Jiang Zhuo was not only the last person Song Jinglin contacted before his death, but also the most suspicious suspect in the eyes of the criminal police investigating in Yuzhou City at the time.
Shao Zi clenched his fists uncontrollably, forcing himself to stop himself from looking back at the corridor where the door was not closed tightly, and showing any emotions that he shouldn't reveal.
The person who killed Song Jing may indeed not be the outsider who was proven not to be present, but Shao Zi never doubted it. Jiang Zhuo, who had always stayed away from the case, knew the cause, process and results of the case.
Shao Zi remembered those eyes again.
Jiang Zhuo and Jiang Qiu are very similar, except for their temperament, age and eyes. Those were an extremely ordinary pair of pure black pupils - I had seen them just now, and I had seen them before. Shao Zi's mood was exactly the same, but his purpose was completely different as time settled.
There seemed to be no secrets in his eyes, and many secrets seemed to be inextricably linked to him.
Shao Zi witnessed it with his own eyes.
That kind of connection is enough to make anyone a warrior.
