When he arrived near the police station, Chi Feichi stopped the car at the entrance of an alley without driving any further.
"Xiao Ai, wait for me, I will deliver the goods."
"Okay." Haiyuan Ai handed the police station's delivery service to Chi Feichi.
Three copies of Delivery Service, one document, one key, and one disk are all packed in corresponding paper boxes.
Because of its small size, it was not placed in the truck compartment before, but was placed in Haiyuan Ai's hand.
Chi Feichi got out of the car with the delivery service and added, "The disk is very important, I will help deliver it."
Haihara Ai was a little surprised. It seemed that the data in the disk was really important. It might involve something that even the police could not solve. "Isn't it okay to send it to the police station? If you are caught infiltrating, you will be in trouble, right?" ?”
"Don't worry, the contact's office is on the outskirts. I'll be faster and come out as soon as I finish delivering. Everything will be fine." After Chi Feichi finished speaking, he closed the car door, pulled his hat down a little, and walked towards the police station.
There are not many cameras pointing at the road outside the police station, but each exit is under strict surveillance. It is not easy to avoid the cameras and get in.
Going deeper, there are alarm devices, various detection devices, and people on duty. It is impossible to sneak in without preparation in advance.
Fortunately, he only went to an office on the periphery, just like he had sneaked into the periphery of MI6 before. It was a bit of a test of his skills and observation skills, but it was not a big problem.
Chi Feichi went all the way in, found an office, picked the lock, entered the door, and put the delivery service on the desk.
After people leave, important information will definitely not be placed on the desk, so the desk is very tidy, with only a desk calendar, signature pens and other office supplies.
Jin Yuansheng...
Chi Feichi saw the small words engraved on a pen and finally knew the name of the contact person who sent emails to harass him whenever he had time and had no time to do so and who had been responsible for contacting him.
However, are the graffiti on the desk calendar serious?
This desk calendar is probably a souvenir issued by Uni-President, and there is no schedule written on it.
As a police officer, it is impossible to mark the schedule in such an obvious place, otherwise once someone learns the whereabouts, it may cause a mission to fail or be ambushed and be in danger, but it is not very neat and has strange graffiti on it.
There are two little stick figures on it. One of them is holding a submachine gun and pointing it at the other and shooting. Even the flying bullets are drawn with small dots. The other person was beaten until he bent back, and there is a line next to it. Words: Shoot July one hundred times!
After Chi Feichi put down the home delivery service, he couldn't help but pick up the desk calendar and flip it forward.
He was wearing gloves, a wig, and a hat. He wasn't worried about leaving any traces. He wanted to see if there was anything else.
The previous pages are all drawn with simple figures.
A man is swinging a big hammer at another man, with the words next to it: Hammer July a hundred times!
A driver hit another person, and the words next to it said: hit one hundred times in July!
One person is holding a small figure to prick the needle, and another person is lying on the ground next to him. His eyes are XX, and he looks like his soul has returned to the west. Next to it are the words: Curse July!
One person is holding a whip to whip another person, and the words next to it are: Lazy people who don’t deliver home delivery will be whipped in July!
One person was hung on a high building, and the other person had his hands on his hips next to him. The words next to him read: Sanctions in July!
…
Chi Feichi looked over and saw a black line on his head.
He remembers not offending his contacts, right?
This almost describes one hundred and eight ways for him to die.
Whipped, shot, knocked away... I won't mention that, most of them are marked "one hundred times", which is a bit excessive.
Calm down, I am in the service industry, I am in the service industry...
Chi Feichi silently recited it several times in his mind, and finally chose to forgive and leave. However, before leaving, he used a signature pen to leave a bunch of simple drawings on the undrawn page at the back:
One person was holding a fist-sized pill and pointing at another person with a serious expression.
One guy pokes another guy in the head with a pill.
One person pops a pill into another person's mouth.
A man sat at the table and opened a large cardboard box of TA-Q-BIN. Inside was a pile of pills.
One guy smashes a bunch of pills into another guy's face.
A man was sitting at the dining table, and there were pills on the plate and in the bowl.
…
Eight in the morning.
Jin Yuansheng walked into the office with a document in hand, ready to deal with the things he had not finished yesterday.
Before he came, he stopped by the TA-Q-BIN temporary storage point outside. It was another day without TA-Q-BIN.
He feels that he has been seriously lazy in July. Even if he wasn't lazy, he would probably be chasing the killer codenamed 'Spider'.
How long has it been since you've been at home... in a hurry...?
On the desk, three Cheetah Delivery Boxes were piled neatly, automatically highlighted in Jin Yuansheng's eyes.
It's impossible, he didn't even receive the email reminding him to receive the goods...
However, he hasn't ordered any Delivery Service recently, and the other party can deliver Delivery Service to his office without anyone noticing. It seems like July is the only time.
As Jin Yuansheng stepped forward, he freed his right hand, took out his mobile phone and checked his mailbox to confirm that he had indeed not received the email reminding him to receive the goods. He also looked at the printing paper on the box on the table and confirmed that it was July's Delivery Service...
Turn around, walk back, and close the door.
When closing the door, Jin Yuansheng also saw the pry marks on the door lock, but he didn't pay attention to it. He returned to his desk and sat down, put the documents aside, and took out a delicate paper knife from the drawer.
Finally, July’s delivery service is here again, it’s not easy.
Let him see what good things are this time.
First, take a look at the 'Warm Tips'.
'It is forbidden to pile heavy objects on it', is it fragile?
But there is no 'handle with care', and it doesn't look very fragile...
Jin Yuansheng recalled the bounty commission sent to July during this period, guessed what was in the Delivery Service, and used a paper knife to cut the tape along the gaps in the carton.
Secondly, the knife action should be gentle to avoid damaging the contents inside, and there must be a sense of ritual when dismantling the delivery service.
Look at this flat and symmetrical tape, how can you unbox it roughly and ruin the beauty?
Harvest a tightly packed disk.
Then, by reading the printed paper inside, he could basically guess what it was.
A certain company’s project flow!
This could only be guessed by him, the contact person responsible for issuing bounties.
After that, carefully tear off the printing paper on the box and put it together with the printing paper in the box. It will be sent to the archives later and stored with the previous printing paper to facilitate the analysis of July's behavior. Patterns and Characters.
Finally, it’s time to check and prepare to transfer the money.
After spending an hour, Jin Yuansheng checked the three delivery boxes, picked up the printing paper and the contents, and prepared what should be put in the database and what should be transferred to other departments. Only then did he realize that his desk calendar had been tampered with.
Σ(??д??llll)
He almost forgot that he seemed to have drawn some simple drawings during this period of time when he was waiting for Delivery Service.
I sent a delivery service to his office in July, wouldn't you have seen it?
Picking up the desk calendar and flipping through it, Jin Yuansheng suddenly felt sad.
Damn it, Qi Qi really saw it, and even drew a lot of pictures later.
You won’t misunderstand him in July...
…
"We received July's delivery. One of them contained the project information we wanted. However, Mr. Jin Yuan's mental state is not very good today..."
At noon, Kazami Yuya and Amuro Toru secretly sat in the corner of a restaurant to eat, and talked about the situation by the way.
Toru Amuro was a little surprised, and looked up at Yuya Kazami who was sitting opposite, "Isn't he in a good mood after receiving the delivery service?"
Jin Yuansheng was in a bad mood when he couldn't receive the delivery service. Jin Yuansheng was in a bad mood when he received the delivery service...another worry-free one.
"July probably discovered that the data was very important. This time, he did not put the delivery service at the temporary storage point, but sent it directly to Mr. Jin Yuan's office..." Kazami Yuya looked strange and suppressed laughter. He was impulsive and couldn't laugh. He was a police officer. He was a professionally trained police officer. Although the environment here was informal, he was giving a very formal report and absolutely couldn't laugh. "You remember the desk calendar that was distributed some time ago, right?"
Toru Amuro nodded, lowered his head to eat, and listened.
Many people had desk calendars distributed in batches, but he couldn't reveal his identity as a police officer and just threw them in the office.
In fact, many police officers will not disclose their identities to the outside world, let alone the people in their zero team.
He had no idea what the higher-ups were doing by posting this.
Maybe you guessed that they would only be placed in the office, and you wanted the office to look uniform?
"Mr. Jin Yuan put the desk calendar on the table and kept it there for a few days. He was probably in a bad mood while waiting for delivery. Every morning when he went to work, he would first draw and write on the desk calendar, cursing July," Yuya Kazami said. With a serious look on his face, he held back his smile and said, "This time I sent the home delivery service in July, and I saw..."
Amuro Toru felt happy, lowered her head to eat, her face was quite calm, "What's Qi Qi's reaction?"
Gee, he really wanted to know how the consultant would react to seeing him being cursed behind his back.
"In July, I left a picture on the desk calendar. The desk calendar will be placed in the archives. At the same time, in order to facilitate our investigation, Mr. Jin Yuan gave it to me. When I go back to work in the afternoon, I will make a copy and make a backup." Kazami Yuya saw that no one was around. Attention, he took out a desk calendar from his arms, put it on the table and handed it to the other side, saying in a low voice, "It's a pity that there is no writing in July, otherwise we can record Qiu's handwriting to facilitate the investigation of his identity."
Toru Amuro opened the desk calendar and was happy when he saw the simple drawing of July being whipped, "Pfft!"
Feng Jian Yuya raised his eyes and saw Tou Amuro beaming with joy, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
This was a very serious report, and he couldn't help but laugh. How could Mr. Fangtani take the lead and not be serious? Excessive!
Toru Amuro was eating and watching, and he couldn't stop having fun.
"Feng Jian, I think Mr. Jin Yuan's painting is quite good. He should be whipped in July..."
"It's not bad to be knocked away a hundred times. Next time, let him draw a painting and be knocked away a thousand times..."
He was also quite resentful of a certain consultant who let himself go and didn't take the initiative to contact him when nothing was wrong. Seeing these simple drawings really made him feel good...
"The painting in July is not bad..." Toru Amuro continued to look at the simple sketch of a medicine-feeding villain that Chi Feichi drew, and continued to gloat.
"Ahem," Kazami Yuya couldn't help coughing dryly, and reminded him sternly, "Mr. Fukitani, I'm reporting on my work."
"Ah, I'm sorry," Toru Amuro raised his head, smiling so hard that his eyes were crooked, "Normally I don't laugh, but since we are outside, just relax and don't be too restrained."
Yes, he is a professional and usually won’t laugh unless he can’t help it!
