when the moon whispers

Chapter 543: Rose-Broken Cup (Part )

Case Seven Rose
Thirty-four Broken Cups

"Boom...boom..."

"What's going on outside - it's a sunny day... thunder? There's no rain in the weather forecast today."

Shao Jie squeezed into the half-open door of the training room with a bunch of express boxes in his arms. He half-knelt and half-crouched in front of the sofa. When he raised his head, he saw Wen Xi, who was broadcasting live, turned around and gestured to him to move the express boxes to the back. After ensuring that there would be no risk of identity information leakage, he turned his head, unplugged one earphone, and leaned his upper body so that his ear was almost out of the window. "It doesn't sound like thunder... It feels like the tires of a large truck burst... What kind of truck burst and two tires burst? It feels like they are from the same place."

"I just went downstairs and saw that the sky is dark, but there is not a single cloud. It should still be sunny... Pizza? Italian sausage and meat sauce."

Cheng Zi, holding two huge boxes of pizza, squeezed awkwardly through the crack of the training room door, and put a few scrapped reports that Huo Ke had written about tactics but were rejected by analysts on the sofa. After putting the pizza boxes away, he turned around and walked around Shao Jie's shoulder, and kicked the limiter blocking the door of the training room aside. He glanced at Shao Jie who was at a loss as to where to start with the express boxes on the ground and said, "Buy so many?"

"Officer Jiang specially asked me to prepare this box of snacks for you in his busy schedule. It's mainly to thank you for taking care of Eden before, and also to bribe you guys. I'll take this box to the restaurant later. Li Zechuan took Jiang Heyu out to cook for him again, right? Don't forget to tell them... Help yourself to what you want to eat, and everyone who sees you can have a share. When to renew the subscription depends on when Officer Jiang is free next time..."

Shao Jie raised his hand and patted the largest cardboard box next to him. He roughly confirmed the express delivery slip and pushed it aside. He turned around and glanced at the several small boxes, then picked up a utility knife and began to slowly unpack them.

"The rest are all bought for Officer Jiang, for viewing only."

Before Jiang Mo went out to perform his duties in the resident detachment this time, Shao Jie wrote an application report in advance for "Home Renovation to Create a Better Life" and formally obtained the written signature permission from all the Jiang family members, including Jiang He and Teacher Jiang, with Officer Jiang as the key target. Taking advantage of the free time before the official holiday to prepare for the competition, Shao Jie began to think about how to properly renovate the standard model room that Officer Jiang had been accustomed to for many years.

From replacing the broadband to replacing the soft furnishings, and then to secretly buying himself a complete set of "home office" live broadcast equipment in the corner of the living room windowsill, he tried to cover it up but failed. Officer Jiang, who took the time to take a look at the photos of the living room renovation, discovered in a second that after less than two and a half days of work, the hardware and software facilities that Jiang Mo tacitly agreed to were in place. Shao Jie began to study humanistic care out of boredom, and in the middle of the night he thought about the corners of the table and the wall that Jiang Mo always bumped against when he was dazed from getting up early and working late. He also followed the related pages pushed by the order and thought about stuffing a pair of couple mugs in between the mugs and enamel jars in Jiang Mo's house that were commemorative of activities, and silently swore a useless ownership.

Jiang Mo didn't have any preference or obsession for things that came in pairs, and he didn't even have basic aesthetic sense. After Shao Jie sent a string of screenshots, he picked the cheapest and most abstract pair. After trying to inquire whether he could print his name on the cups, he completely lost the final decision-making power over the purchase of household items. In the end, he could only reluctantly "select the troops" and make a useless slap on the two sets of cups that Shao Jie had carefully selected. Shao Jie was a little distracted while unpacking the package, and stared at the cup in his hand for a long time without moving. When he came back to his senses, he saw Wen Xi, who had jumped up after hanging up the live broadcast, rushing towards the pizza box and pounced on him, squatting aside to watch with the pizza in her hand.

The child was so noisy that he didn't notice the paper cutter was clearly placed next to him - Shao Jie first subconsciously protected Wen Xi's calf, which was only wearing shorts. His already absent-minded hands tilted, and the two mugs that he was barely holding in his palms slipped and fell to the ground. At a height of less than half a person, there was a loud "crash" and the pieces were scattered all over the ground.

Wen Xi's jumping action suddenly stopped awkwardly. He blinked, looked at Shao Jie's suddenly depressed look, and the words of apology were stuck in his throat. He stood there for a while without daring to move. Cheng Zi slapped him on the back and he was about to say something when the phone in his coat pocket suddenly rang at an inopportune time.

The ringing sounded so loud that it was almost like a noise, and Shao Jie raised the corner of his mouth as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and waved his hand helplessly. He picked up the fragments and signaled Wen Xi to answer the phone first, but his hand suddenly paused, and following the short stinging pain on his fingertips, he saw a round drop of blood dripping down, and it hit the floor with a "pa" sound.

Shao Jie felt his scalp tingle for no reason. He looked up at Wen Xi, who had just answered the phone and stood there motionless. He hesitated and was about to ask, but the phone he had casually placed on the sofa when he entered the room also buzzed. In the silence of the room, he shouted heartbreakingly. "...Hello?"

"Hello, this is Sheng'an Central Hospital. Oh no, that's not right—Shao ​​Jie, right? I'm Yu Luo, and Jiang Mo's situation... It's hard to contact Teacher Jiang. Are you free? Come over and take a look."

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When Shao Jie hurriedly arrived near the Central Hospital, the white license plate of the police department almost covered half of the yard.

The passageway outside the emergency room was mostly occupied by executive jackets, white shirts and black police uniforms. There was even a fire truck parked abruptly at the edge of the parking lot. The ambulance blocking the entrance to the emergency passage had just slowly driven away from the crowd. The dirty bloodstains on the ground that had not been cleaned up in time flowed down the potholes that were invisible to the naked eye and spread over the word "stroke". The color was so dark that it was dazzling.

Shao Jie pushed aside the reporters at the outermost of the crowd, calmly and impatiently pushed away the camera that was almost against his face, and rushed to the wall of people who were forced to set up a cordon without looking around. He must have run too fast, and a few heavy breaths caused a nauseating fishy sweetness to surge in his throat. He looked around in a trance for a few times at the heavy mass, and then saw Yu Luo, who had finally come over, being grabbed by her and floating outside the emergency operating room. It was not until he saw the face slumped on the bench by the wall that he seemed to have walked out of the mud with his feet on the ground, took a breath of relief, and stood in front of Jiang Mo with his wrist trembling.

Jiang Mo never raised his eyes.

She drooped her eyelids, not daring to look at the familiar figures waiting outside the operating room door in the corridor. They cast a concerned glance at her with eyes full of sadness and fear.

This round-up operation, which was originally intended to "stir up trouble", was completely defeated by the bombing of two hidden bombs. Jiang Mo even wondered the first moment she opened her eyes blankly after fainting for a short time whether it was the decision made by her to cooperate with the action that led to the final collapse of the operation - Liang Mingming was destined to be here and his head was cut off by the iron sheet of the ventilation duct that exploded and exploded. She tried her best to pull Xiao Letian to escape, but failed. Instead, she was firmly protected by her little junior brother who was afraid of suffering and pain. Before she was completely stunned, she only saw a little bun face with a hideous pain after the iron frame smashed through his shoulder.

Gu Xing was still dealing with the aftermath of the explosion at the scrap tire factory, and most of the bureau leaders had also rushed to Binshui Mansion to investigate hidden dangers following the explosion of the ventilation ducts in residential buildings. Jiang Mo could only sit alone, at a loss, beside a crowd of dark figures, and watched Geng Zhi, who had accompanied his wife in the hospital for surgery, put on a coat and ran from the inpatient department to the emergency hall. He looked at her quietly from a distance.

...until the tip of a pair of sneakers lightly touched the heel of her police boots. He was still wrapped in the scent of the night wind, and gently enveloped Jiang Mo's shoulder, which had been bruised and injured countless times.

"I... am covered in dust... you are away from me——"

Shao Jie sighed and slowly stroked her eyes which were red from holding back.

"If you want to cry, I'll cover your face."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"You don't need to know the secrets of visiting famous mountains. Retirement is the way to maintain your health."