Sister, you miss me

"Xiaobao, you are a computer expert. If a person's email address has been manipulated by outsiders, can you find out?"

"Of course, brother, where are you?"

"Longyang City, downtown."

"Hi, I am here too, or I will come to you."

"Okay, you come directly to the city bureau."

"Ah? That kind of place..." Gao Xiaobao's main occupation in the early morning was a gentleman of Liang Shang, so he had a kind of inner resistance to the police and the police station.

"Don't worry, I can't eat you."

"Ok."

Just after hanging up the phone, Yang Feng said to He Jianglong again: "God, if it is convenient, send someone to bring Huang Liang's laptop."

"Let them send it..." Wang Bingqian said to the side, and stopped, even she herself felt wrong.

He Jianglong said: "Let my secretary get it, I will arrange it."

...

Forensic room of the Municipal Bureau.

Song Xin was the only one at this time.

In the afternoon, Yang Feng's words made her think deeply.

Yang Feng's words are correct, her character stems from her deformed family.

She had a cold and frosty personality. Since she entered the city bureau and became a forensic doctor, she has become even colder since she has dealt with corpses and corpses all day long.

There is nothing to say with the boss and colleagues.

Of course, no one cares about her.

However, because of the three points of comprehensive technology, deep business, and lifeless work, she embarked on the post of director at a young age.

However, even so, her subordinates are just afraid of her, and there is no one who can communicate, let alone contact with each other.

As night fell, the night lights came on.

The light was not turned on in the forensic room, and the window glass reflected a beautiful and cold face.

At the age of twenty-five and sixteen, for a woman who is not married and has children, it is the time when a woman's flowers bloom most beautifully.

Song Xin didn't want to be like this. Sometimes she wanted to give her subordinates some warmth, but when she was really doing it, she felt discouraged and lazy.

Song Xin is a doctor herself, so she doesn't shy away from being sick. She knows it is a disease, but she puts more emphasis on the psychological aspect.

She has never been to the hospital, let alone see a psychologist.

However, Yang Feng's words today are like a pebble, thrown into her heart like a mirror lake, and then give birth to a circle of ripples.

Yang Feng said that he had treated this disease, and he had also cured it, both physically and psychologically.

Because he had a nose and eyes, Song Xin couldn't help but wanted to try.

One of the latest models of Crazy Phone was spinning lightly on the water-like fingertips. Suddenly, it stopped. Song Xin lights up the screen, came to the dial interface, and then stopped.

She had forgotten how long she hadn't laughed, she had forgotten the feeling, as if her facial muscles were stiff, it was difficult to laugh.

However, in the darkness, the corners of the beautiful forensic doctor's mouth and eyes bend together.

After turning on the light, the empty forensic room where the corpse was lying, and where the corpse was stored, let out a seemingly non-existent sigh.

Song Xin cleaned up and got off work.

Coming to Huang Liang's body, suddenly, a small note broke into her eyes.

Above is Yang Feng's phone.

Song Xin suddenly said several words in her heart.

Unpredictable!

Eating from the bowl, looking at the pot!

No man is good...

But in the end, she still put the small note into her pocket.

...

Hua Deng is on.

Tonight's city public security bureau is very lively.

If He Jianglong did not leave, Jiang Guozhi and Niu Shuang were of course not easy to leave. The heads and brains at the grass-roots level could not leave either. Eventually, people were left on duty in each department, and the lights were all on in each office.

He Jianglong only discovered this when he finished eating, and then he called Jiang Guozhi and Niu Shuang to the front.

He Jianglong's face was dark, and he only said four words-too much.

The leaders of the two elites immediately understood and left to make some arrangements, so the lights in a few offices finally went out.

A few people here just had dinner, and Gao Xiaobao arrived at the door.

Niu Shuang said to the guard, the uncle of the guard personally led Gao Xiaobao into the director's office.

Gao Xiaobao was younger than Yang Feng, but he had a big belly, which was a bit awkward to describe. Standing in front of a few people, he looked a little cramped.

"Brother, sister." Gao Xiaobao called Yang Feng and Wang Bingqian, and he knew these two too.

"You kid." Yang Feng smiled and hooked his shoulders, "Come on, I'll introduce you."

Of course, Yang Feng introduced to He Jianglong first.

"Goddad, this is my brother Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you can call him Director He."

Gao Xiaobao immediately stretched out his hands and shook He Jianglong: "Hello, Director He."

"President Gao, fortunate to meet you!" He Jianglong squinted and smiled, "Since you are Xiaofeng's brother, if you don't dislike it, you can call me uncle."

"Don't shame me, it's my brother who gave me food. Uncle He is good." Gao Xiaobao screamed naturally.

Originally, Jiang Guozhi and Niu Shuang really looked down on Gao Xiaobao, and they complained about Yang Feng, and they all went to the city council.

However, He Jianglong was so affectionate to this kid, and he shouted "General Manager Gao".

Thinking over here, Yang Feng has already brought Gao Xiaobao over.

As a result, the two leaders of the Municipal Bureau had to stand up. There was no alternative. When he shook hands with this Gao Xiaobao, He Jianglong both got up.

"Xiaobao, this is Director Jiang of the Municipal Bureau, and this is Deputy Director Niu."

"Hello, Director Zhang, and Deputy Director Niu." Gao Xiaobao shook hands together.

The two-person city mansion is deeper, at least on the surface it is a group of harmony.

Niu Shuang is still more mindful, "Which industry Mr. Gao is in, can you give me a business card?"

"Damn!"

Gao Xiaobao immediately opened the handbag, took out the business card holder, and then presented the two gold-stamped business cards with both hands, "Please give me some advice from the two leaders."

Seeing that it was actually a bronzing business card, Yang Feng smiled, this kid exuded a nouveau riche temperament.

China Detective Agency.

President Gao Xiaobao.

The two short lines on the business card shocked the two leaders of the city bureau.

This detective agency is like a thunderbolt. They opened a detective agency into a nationwide chain, and there was even an ad slogan from Cowhide Lhasa: Wherever there is a well, there is a Huaxia Detective Agency.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is unavoidable to boast, but the strength of the China Detective Agency can also be seen.

The most important thing is that people actually made the performance of the top 500 private enterprises in the country based on the business of the detective agency. What kind of behemoth is this?

After reading the business card, the two of them looked at Gao Xiaobao again, and immediately felt that they were not so awkward. The belly was big, it was not bloated, but the city, it was the belly, it was accumulation.

"General Manager Gao, I don't know Taishan, so I'll be lucky enough to meet." Jiang Guozhi shook hands with Gao Xiaobao again.

The same goes for Niu Shuang, grabbing Gao Xiaobao's hand and insisting: "Mr. Gao, you are also an entrepreneur in Longyang City, and we will communicate more in the future."

Gao Xiaobao smiled, at least on the surface, he didn't pay attention to the two people's predecessors. He smiled: "The two leaders are serious, you are of high authority, and I will take care of my brother's business in the future. Thank you very much."

"Hehe, Mr. Gao is polite, win-win cooperation, win-win cooperation, Lao Niu, don't you think, haha..."

Jiang Guozhi pulled Niu Shuang, and the atmosphere of the three of them was harmonious, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years.

Yang Feng wondered how the two police chiefs cooperated with the president of a detective agency. Could it be that after the police station took the case, they distributed it to the detective agency.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng was immediately overwhelmed by his own whimsy.

"Two leaders, my brother is my nobleman. Without him, how can I be proud of Gao Xiaobao today, maybe I still carry stones on the mountain!"

After a while, Gao Xiaobao's topic returned to Yang Feng again.

"Back the stone, why?" Niu Shuang asked in surprise.

Gao Xiaobao shook his head: "My brother is my leader, and he will give me the investment. Otherwise, with my own strength, there is no China Detective Agency, how old am I?"

At this moment, He Jianglong's secretary brought back a computer bag.

"Xiaobao, the more you talk, the more you have no sides." Yang Feng interrupted Gao Xiaobao, frowning: "Goddad, I overlooked a detail."

"what?"

"It stands to reason that Huang Liang's notebook should be an exhibit. Why is it still in the office?"

Niu Shuang raised his hand and said, "I know this is the request of Director Shi."

"Director Shi?"

"Yes, originally Director Song wanted to take the notebook away, but Director Shi said that there might be some work that needs to be handed over, so Director Song took out some fingerprints or something and left the computer."

Yang Feng nodded: "Director Niu, I want Director Song's contact information."

"Oh. Okay." Niu Shuang hesitated for a while and still offered it.

"Little treasure, don't touch the computer first, let me confirm."

Yang Feng dialed the phone and went out.

Halfway through the song "Farewell Station", the other party only connected: "Who?" The hoarse voice was slightly magnetic.

"Guess!" Yang Feng smiled.

"It's boring." Although Song Xin had already heard who it was, and even the heart lake was still a bit turbulent, she said coldly: "If you don't speak, I will hang up."

"Director Song, it's me, Yang Feng."

"Something?"

"I've been waiting for Director Song to call, but unfortunately things went against my wish. I really can't wait any longer, so I took the initiative..."

"If there is nothing at work, then goodbye."

"Well, just talk about work."

"speak."

"Huang Liang's notebook is now in my hand. What have you extracted?"

"No, the keyboard and body are clean, only Huang Liang's fingerprints."

"You mean clean, except that there are no fingerprints, there is very little dust?"

"Yes." Song Xin said: "My colleagues said, Huang Liang is a very self-disciplined person, and his housekeeping is always the cleanest."

"Well, then it's okay."

"Goodbye."

Three seconds later, Song Xin hung up.

Yang Feng strode back to the office, "Xiaobao, I will give you the account and password, you can study it."

Gao Xiaobao turned on the phone, connected to the Internet, and logged into his mailbox. When he tapped the keyboard with a few fleshy fingers, he was unexpectedly flexible.

Seeing Gao Xiaobao getting busy, Yang Feng suddenly remembered that Huang Liang still owed a fart-stock gambling debt. If this is a lie, how should he expose it.

It seems not difficult!Yang Feng thought of Chen Zhendong.