My Husband, Warm The Bed

"My face..." Zhao Ziqian patted his face and roared, "I have lost all of you."

Zhao Ziqian usually talks to his subordinates as polite, and has never made such a big fire. At this time, he frightened many people present and bowed their heads without saying a word, but there were exceptions.

The representative of the Trace Division was not satisfied with Zhao Ziqian's accusation: "What makes us shame your face, don't you have any responsibility?"

Zhao Ziqian only felt that someone had hit him hard with a stick, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Under the surprised gaze of other people, the representative of the Trace Division said: “Team Zhao, it’s not that we didn’t work hard, nor that we didn’t try to find clues, but that the scene was really cleaned up so that we didn’t check any clues. To."

Zhao Ziqian usually mingle with his subordinates, and he doesn't have any leadership arrogance, but when he is so refuted by his subordinates at the meeting, there is nowhere to put his face: "So if we can't find a clue, we can just not investigate? We can stay unbroken? Let the deceased die unjustly? Let the murderer go unpunished?"

The representative of the trace department played with the pen in his hand, and said: "We also want to find clues, but we can't find it. Can it be faked."

"Fake? This is what a police officer should say if you can't find a clue?" Zhao Ziqian was so angry that he had known that these **** did not give him face, and shouldn't be used to them on weekdays, "I think you can go home. Go to sleep, this position is not for you."

The representative of the Trace Division kicked the chair back and stood up and retorted: "Lao Zhao, you saw it with your own eyes. From the corpse case to the bar murder case, how many days we have worked day and night, how come to your mouth? As soon as I said it, we were playing and there was no clue. You let me go home, and I want to ask you, what are you doing these days? What are your gains?"

Mad, he really didn't gain much, even the bar murder case was a powerful clue from Hang Jin.

At this time, Zhao Ziqian really felt that his face was lost.

But the same goes for Xiao Zhang from the Trace Division. Doesn't she know what he does to her on weekdays? What he just said was angry, but she made him unable to step off the stage in front of so many people. What can we do? She can only hold on: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Zhang, representative of the Trace Department: "You don't understand what I mean?"

Zhao Ziqian's voice is almost hoarse: "I don't understand, you can tell me clearly."

Xiao Zhang, the representative of the Trace Department, said: "Well, since you asked me to say it, then I will say it. All of us are doing our own work in our posts, and we have not heard of anyone with outstanding achievements. But no one has dragged the team back, but you are Team Zhao. If you didn't get the help of Young Master Hang in the last few cases, are you sure you can solve it?"

Xiao Zhang is like the roundworm in Zhao Ziqian's stomach, every word he said stabs the weak spot that Zhao Ziqian cares most about.

It turned out that not only he himself felt that he was not good enough, but the people under him didn't say it but they also thought so. If he doesn't reflect on it, the leader of the criminal investigation detachment in Cangshan District is afraid that he will have no face to continue.

I understand in my heart, but I can't lose in the aura, otherwise I can really go home to nurse my baby.

He added: "I didn't do my essential work. You can do it, then you come, and this case will be solved by you."

Zhao Ziqian threw the folder on the table heavily, turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Everyone in the conference room, look at me and I will look at you. Xiao Zhou said, "Xiao Zhang, you were too much just now. We have all seen how hard the Zhao team worked and how many cases it solved over the years. We cannot deny his work ability and attitude just because of the recent cases."

"I know, but if you see him just like that, I just said a word, and he told me to go back. I couldn't help but say a few more words." Xiao Zhang also regretted what he said, but said it out. If it is, it's like splashed water, which cannot be recovered.

"It seems that you really need to change to another leader." Jiang Zhen, who had not spoken, said abruptly and got up and left.

Everyone, look at me and I will look at you. What does the forensic doctor of Jiang Da, who never talk about things outside of work, mean by suddenly saying this?

...

Back at the office, Zhao Ziqian lit a cigarette and took two puffs.

Just now, Xiao Zhang, the representative of the Trace Department, was right, and it was precisely because of the pain he cared about the most that he was so angry.

Do they think he doesn't want to solve the case?

Do they think he doesn't want to get the murderer out sooner?

He thought, he couldn't think about it, but he didn't know whether his brain was not enough, or the murderer who committed the crime was getting more and more cunning. After the recent cases, he still investigated the case as usual, but he was unable to solve the case. , And fell into the traps dug by the enemy again and again.

The purpose of the meeting just now was to discuss the corpse case, but it turned into a quarrel meeting, and no results were quarreled. This was extremely detrimental to the progress of the case.

Without thinking about it, Zhao Ziqian already understood that he couldn't continue like this. He had to find a way to find a breakthrough. As long as there were new developments in the case, the conflicts between colleagues would disappear.

After thinking about what to do, Zhao Ziqian took two more cigarettes, then pressed the cigarette **** into the ash cup, picked up the landline on the desk and dialed a phone call: "Han Bureau, I will report one to you now. thing."

Not asking if the other party is free, but directly explaining what you mean. Zhao Ziqian is rare to be so strong, and he hung up after explaining his intentions directly.

...

Jingle Bell--

Hang Jin, who was on vacation with injuries, slept soundly, and a phone call woke him up.

"Which **** doesn't want to live anymore!" He grabbed the phone in one hand, wishing to smash it, but from the corner of his eye he glanced at the word Queen Mother displayed on the screen of the phone, and hurriedly answered the phone, his tone still irritated as he was awakened, "Queen Mother ,what happened again?"

Yin Nianxiao's deliberately gentle voice sounded on the other side of the phone: "Son, mom has something to discuss with you."

"Queen dowager, if you have something, please tell me directly, don't play Tai Chi with me, I'm afraid." Yin Nianxiao is usually a stinky boy calling Hang Jin, and suddenly she whispers to his son. Hang Jin instinctively must have something. Still a very bad thing.

Yin Nian laughed and coughed: "In fact, there is nothing to do, just want you and Yang Yang to come home for dinner."

Let them go home for lunch, the empress dowager of his family always ordered the tone, okay, when is the attitude toward him so good?

Hang Jin doesn’t believe that it’s as simple as eating, but if the queen mother wants to act, he will accompany her: "The queen mother, I just told you last night, you have to leave some space for me to fall in love with the little idiot, you won’t be so fast Forget it again."