When I got home, I threw the smelly uniform into the washing machine and put in three times more laundry detergent than usual.
Then he walked into the bathroom, turned on the bathroom heater, and put hot water into the bathtub.
After a while, water vapor filled the entire bathroom.
Before this, Song Lan didn't have the habit of taking a bath. He had always been a staunch bather and moved quickly. He would never take a bath for more than ten minutes every day.
However, today he suddenly discovered that bathing seemed to have its own unique charm.
My body was immersed in the warm water, and the mist obscured my vision. I leaned my neck against the edge of the pool and looked at the white ceiling. My anxiety calmed down a little.
The stable routine was disrupted.
He was blocked at home by an unknown killer, and a mysterious and huge force was brewing a conspiracy against his girlfriend.
Song Lan couldn't help but lament that others were taking advantage of his girlfriend's absence to have some fun for themselves, but he was forced to kill a professional killer instead.
After calming down and sorting out his chaotic thoughts, he also had to make plans for the rest of his life.
It's not easy to find someone to take the blame. Although Mr. Killer didn't have time to reveal his name until his death, the mysterious organization gave him full power to handle the aftermath, which shows that he is definitely not an idle person.
It is obviously untenable for such a ruthless character to be accidentally killed by a gangster with a mohawk while walking at night.
So, the first step to find someone to blame is to know how strong Mr. Killer is.
Only after clarifying this point can we try to arrange a comparable opponent for him, so that he can reasonably die in a fierce battle.
However, this first step stuck Song Lan.
Because the situation in the living room was relatively complicated at that time, in order to avoid disturbing the rest of the neighbor next door, he had to bear the pain and kill the neighbor without leaving any chance for Mr. Killer to show off. As a result, the opponent's combat effectiveness became an eternal mystery.
He could only vaguely guess that Mr. Killer should be stronger than Chai Ke.
Chai died on the spot, but Mr. Killer was still conscious four minutes after being pierced through the chest. From this, it can be inferred that his strength, if converted into a bounty, would be at least higher than 620,000 watts. As for the specific higher How much is unknown.
In other words, the reward for this good brother who helped him take the blame must be higher than Chai Ke.
So the question is, if you persisted for four minutes after having your chest pierced, how much would it be worth in terms of a bounty?
Song Lan thought about it and felt that this question was not easy to consult online.
Fortunately, he works in the law enforcement compound, and there should be many colleagues in the compound who know about this.
Originally, it would be best to ask Lu Xiang directly, but, his girlfriend not only knows a lot, but is also smart, and her reasoning ability is second to none among law enforcement officers. If he suddenly goes out of his way to ask this and that , maybe he would be caught on the spot by Lu Xiang before he found a good brother to help him take the blame.
Thinking of this, Song Lan finally had a plan in mind.
Put on the water, get out of the bath, put on a yukata, and blow-dry your hair.
There was no sleepiness tonight, and he could just use the whole night to his advantage.
I came to the kitchen, filled the pot with water, lit the fire, put the marinade bag into the water, opened the refrigerator, and took out the beef shank I bought the day before yesterday.
Beef tendon meat is quite time-consuming to process. He originally planned to save it until the weekend to give Lu Xiang a teething ceremony, but he didn't expect that the tendon meat would have to be handed over at the critical moment and bear the important responsibility of being a gift tomorrow.
After all, it is unjustifiable to ask someone to inquire about something without carrying something in hand.
Song Lan had to admire her parents' foresight once again. Facts have proved that in 2166, being able to cook can not only find a girlfriend, but can even solve the problem of giving gifts in the workplace.
If in 2020, you gave someone braised beef when you asked someone to do something, they would probably think you were joking. But in 2166, especially in the 17th District where no restaurant can be open for more than a month, snacks will become A quite rare gift. The homemade dried fruits he gave away before received unanimous praise from colleagues in the department.
And his goal this time is the statistics department.
The scope of work of the Statistical Section is quite broad. Almost all paper and electronic documents in the law enforcement department need to go through their hands, including the issuance of reward orders. Many of the rewards for local criminals are issued by the Statistical Section. customized.
After a whole night of work, he not only braised the beef shank, but also packaged the cut parts into an exquisite gift bag.
When the fish belly turned white outside the window, Song Lan had already gone downstairs carrying the gift bag.
Not long after, he rode into the compound and said hello to the guard.
The law enforcement compound was very deserted today. In order to prevent the last survivor of the Chaiko case from being assassinated, the special operations department and all practical departments went to the hospital, leaving only civilian personnel in the compound.
There was still half an hour before going to work, and Song Lan had already arrived at the door of the Statistics Department upstairs with a gift bag.
There are only a few people in the huge office area, and those who came early have already started working. Every time Song Lan comes here, she can't help but feel ashamed of their lazy style.
After feeling ashamed, of course it is better to go back and continue to study the spiritual connotation of the rescuer.
Their section chief often says that work is important, but it is equally important to enrich oneself with theoretical studies. By delving into the spiritual connotation of rescuers, it can help them establish correct values and escape from low-level tastes.
It's hard to imagine how the section chief managed to increase the salary of his section by 500 watts through this impassioned speech.
Not long after Song Lan stood at the door of the office area, a sharp gaze fell on him.
It was a girl with long, smooth black hair. When she saw Song Lan, her slightly tired eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and a bunch of hair stood up on top of her head like a radar.
She did not call out Song Lan's name immediately, but took off her glasses, closed the files on the desktop one by one, and then walked towards Song Lan calmly.
He walked with high heels, but his footsteps were almost inaudible.
She casually glanced at the gift bag that Song Lan was carrying, and then walked straight into the corridor. But when she passed Song Lan, she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Shh, don't make any noise, follow me." Come."
Immediately afterwards, the black-haired girl disappeared behind the door without leaving Song Lan any chance to respond.
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Song Lan was a little flustered by the other party.
What's happening here?
He was just here to inquire about things, so why did the scene look like a trade in illegal drugs?
