Some things are contradictory, like the police, we want them to work all the time to protect us, but we don't want them to work all the time and need to protect us. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so this kind of contradiction will only make people feel confused after entering different situations.

Is it nice to see the North District Police Department in full swing? Probably not, our city is too unsafe. So, can the idleness of the Southern District Police Station mean that the people of the Southern District live and work in peace and contentment?

"That's it?!" Cliff watched in disbelief as the form he had submitted was filed by the police.

"Yes. The expressionless officer was already turning the knob of the radio with his legs crossed, "I have your contact information, and we will inform you if there is any news." "The electromagnetic noise and the normal radio station switch to each other, and there doesn't seem to be a good program to listen to.

"That's it?!!" Cliff asked again, in a tone of his own voice!

"Hey. The police officer put down his legs and looked a little more serious, "Listen, Cliff, Linda probably just ran out for a walk, don't worry, you're just too nervous~" It seems that he knows Cliff, the South District, 'the country', there is a joke on his face, "Maybe you are pushing too hard~ People need some fresh air, hehe~" Clenched his fist and shrugged hard at his waist, everyone understands this posture...... The posture of man-making.

"No kidding!" Cliff punched the other man, "My wife is gone! I'm not in the mood to you here!"

"Uh, yes, yes. The officer continued to tune in to his radio, "It's been two hours, hum, look at your urgency." ”

"It's not two hours!" Cliff seemed to be in a real hurry, waving his arms, "She's gone when I wake up!!"

The police officer squinted, still in a teasing tone, "It's too bad~ Cliff~ Your wife disappeared at night~ You just found out now~ Hehe, I said, you don't need the police, you need it, the detective kind ~ hehe~"

Cliff's face darkened, he stared at the officer, who didn't look serious at all, and said the golden sentence, "I'm a taxpayer!"

The officer pursed his lips and finally put away the joke on his face, "Okay." Sighing, shaking his head, he took the pen and paper. Before reluctantly serving the taxpayers, the final confirmation, "Cliff, are you sure you want to take this matter so seriously? If Linda just went out for a change for breakfast and came back to find that you actually came to the police in a big battle, would you really be willing to face the problem of trust between husband and wife in the future?" The police officer was probably a guy who talked a lot-"You know, I've heard a lot of stories about couples putting pressure on each other to have children, and finally their marriages broke up. Do you really want to do all this stress here?"

Cliff's fat face twitched twice, as if it were a little shaken.

The electromagnetic sound on the radio suddenly disappeared.

"Test ...... Test ......"

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Success?" "Messy, different voices, "Are we broadcasting? Don't ask me! I'm the host! Not a technician! What are you doing now? Playing songs? Who's it? Eli's? Which song? New ......"

Violent music erupts.

"Uh......" The officer was startled, and after reacting to it, he turned the volume knob to the lowest. After glancing at the frequency, he muttered with some confusion, "New channel?" waved his hand, looked at Cliff seriously again, and picked up his previous words, "Are you sure you want to ......"

"I'm sure!" Cliff's gaze darkened as he withdrew from the radio where someone's music was playing quietly.

"Hey, it's up to you, it's not my marriage. The officer shook his head, "Let's get started, can you tell me when the last time you saw Linda?"

"Last night, in bed!" Cliff said gloomily.

"Be specific. The officer recorded, "What are you doing?" ”

"What do you think we're doing!" Cliff howled.

"Hey, I reminded you! You're going to do this!" The officer wasn't ready to take the reproach, "You want me to do my police job! This is my police job! I want to know what happened to you last time you saw her, all the details! Do you still want to find your wife?"

Cliff clenched his fists, "We did what a couple do!

"That's what a couple should do. There doesn't seem to be an easy way to say, "Good, or bad, how are you feeling?" Happy, or depressed?"

Cliff's left eye was cramping.

"I'm just doing my job, you ask for it. The police officer spread his hands, looking like he didn't blame me, "Do I need to show you some statistics, how many cases between husband and wife, such as yours, who don't see each other in the morning, because of a bad couple life? I said, stress. "This police officer is using his profession to defend his bad taste?.

"Bad!" Cliff said through gritted teeth!

"Oh!" the officer raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry. Glancing at Cliff's bloated figure, he pushed forward, "Is it because of you?" Before Cliff's clenched fist was raised, he finally retracted a little, "Sorry! What I want to ask is, is there a reason, are you arguing? Before going to sleep, what is ......" He couldn't help but snicker twice, "Hehe, sorry! Before, was there anything that would affect the performance?"

Notice Cliff's eyes.

His gaze lingered on the radio for a moment, "No!"

"No?" the officer shook his pen, "so this bad married life, yes, normality?"

It's a fact. This officer is not a good cop, he is not working! He is using Cliff to pass the idle time of the Southern Police Department.

"You know Cliff, I really don't think you should be here, you should go to those high-end psychologists or something, couples counselors? whatever, Linda didn't see you for two hours, it's really the last thing you should worry about~" said with a smile, this guy with a taxpayer's salary, said these words with a smile.

Cliff stood up, stared gloomily at the officer in front of him, reached out and took the missing person form he had filled out at the beginning, and tore it up.

"Uh...... Am I overdoing it?" the officer finally became a little self-conscious, but still self-righteous, "but you know I'm right. ”

How can you evaluate it, this is the South District, the countryside. People don't respect boundaries as much as real city animals.

Cliff gloomily threw away the confetti in his hand, turned and walked out. Paying attention to Cliff's gaze again, he looked back one last time at the frequency on the radio.

"Have a nice day!" the officer shouted from behind. Hmph, he's doing a very good job.

Cliff ignored it completely, and steadily walked out of the main entrance of the police station, taking a deep breath the moment he touched the cold air. He had another place to go, not a couple counselor, not a detective, but, Grande.

But Cliff didn't want to go to Grande, he didn't want to!

At this moment of confusion, a car drove into the Southern District Police Station.

The world is brighter? No, the world is darker!

Cliff didn't resist his impulse for a moment, stepped out of his legs, jolted his broad body, and rushed straight to the front of the car that turned in!

"Bang!" with the screeching sound of brakes!

Cliff's fists slammed into the still fluttering hood, and his gloomy gaze forced into the window, staring at a pair of frightened James!

Cliff's body was almost stuck in the front of the car and went around the door!

Kerra!

Shook off the closed car door and grabbed the seat belt on James' chest!

After the sound of leather cracking, James's back left the saddle, and he was pulled out of the narrow space crookedly, and threw himself on the gravel road in front of the police station without balance!

"Hey!!"

Voices came from the police station, "What are you doing!!"

James wanted to ask the question as well, but his body was off the ground again. There was a tightening pain in his lower back, but it wasn't the only sense in James's brain, there was weightlessness, friction against the air currents, and the wonderful feeling that the world was flipping. And then, bam!

James lay on his back on the front of his car, the sound of metal crashing in place of the pain in his back.

"Hey!!you!stop!!"

There were more and more people, which was a good thing, because when James was finally able to deal with his vision, he saw a police officer who was being waved away by Cliff with one hand across his field of vision, and he didn't know where he had fallen.

Then, it was Cliff who was surrounded by more police officers, a little away from the center of his field of vision.

"Whoa—" James began to feel his pain. If you want to describe it, it's the feeling that you fall horizontally into the water, all your bones, all in pain!

It's a pity that it seems that the police force in the southern district are controlling the inexplicable madness of Cliff, and no one has come to help James.

James rolled over with difficulty and rolled to the ground. The bumpy gravel road probably caused secondary damage, and James's arms supporting his body were actually unable to exert their strength.

"Oh my God, are you alright!" Wess said, and finally a guy came to James's side.

"No......" James felt like he was being held up, but he didn't feel real, everything was so fluttering, "I, my head ......"

"It's bleeding!" Wes moved quickly, and walked on James's shoulder to the police station.

James moved passively, and his vision began to stain red.

The commotion outside the police station began to fade, and Wes seemed pretty sure where he was going. James had no sense of direction for a moment, feeling like he had entered a room and was pressed to his seat, trying to make out where he was with his red vision.

Come, tell you where this is.

"Hmph. I wasn't your partner on the first day, you got beaten. If I laugh out loud, don't blame me. Curson's voice, he wasn't just talking, the handkerchief with the warmth of the body gave James back his vision. It's really a happy smile, "Ha! It's just a broken skin, it's a pity." "Walked away.

Then it was the director of Cologne who came into James's field of vision. Cologne tilted his head, frowned, looked like he wanted to say something but didn't say anything, looked away and shook his head, and walked towards Coarson, "Coarson, we'll talk later, you should go out and have a look." Anyway, you're here, and you should show these Southern District cops what a real police way of doing things, we don't want them to make something out of the outside and make such a simple attack on the police more moths, right? ”

Curson smiled and nodded, "It's good to finally be able to do what I'm good at." As he walked past James, "Hehe, I guess it's not a bad thing to be transferred to the Southside, right, ex-partner." "Gone.

Finally, it was Wes, who was already holding the medical kit, and "Don't move!"

James didn't move, most of his vision was occupied by Weiss, and a small part of the director of Cologne in the back had already sat back at his desk, keeping his head tilted and looking at James's side, still looking like he wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

"You need stitches. Wes pursed his lips, his hands still moving.

James didn't speak. When he came, he prepared a long, well, speech explaining why he was here. Now, his mind went blank. He didn't know what he could say.

Wes pursed his lips again, pinching James's chin and looking left and right, "Tsk, you may need more than stitches. "Because James looked sluggish, he must have had a concussion.

"He doesn't need anything. Cologne withdrew his gaze back at James, and his voice was not loud, "I remember the last time, James was injured, it was much more serious than this, and after a few days, it was magically better." "Remember, the time when Cologne started questioning Zach had medical experience.

Wes's body stiffened, not daring to delve into the topic. Then change the subject, and said to James, it was to inform, "Before you came, the North District Police Department, your team leader had already called and informed me of my transfer, and she said that you would tell you the details personally, and Corson had just arrived, and we were discussing this matter." ”

Ah, yes, if Cliff were to report a crime to the police, the first choice would have been Wes, not the talkative officer.

James still didn't react, when Wes needed to cooperate. Hey, the beginning of a new partner, hehe, good head.

Nawes had no choice but to continue to change the subject, "The team leader said you brought a new case......

"What's the hurry. Cologne looked sideways at the commotion that had been suppressed by Colson from behind his desk, "Why don't you tell me why the North Side Detective was attacked by a civilian at our South District Police Station?" But, does he know James?" in a casual, gossipy tone. Another sense of 'heh, don't try to change the subject'.

James spoke. This opening will say two things - the first is that James is not really dull, and his brain is not really blank, but is occupied to deal with an emergency that forcibly squeezes out all the threads and occupies the highest priority.

"Linda, I know his wife, used to be my neighbor when I was in the West. Linda is missing, and he's blaming me. ”

The second thing. Cliff came to the police station to call the police, and his wife was missing, did he call the police to James?

I'm honored to tell you that Zach at Kozil's apartment has finished his 'nerves', said goodbye to the tangle of tracing back to his origins, and is getting dressed. Begin to read the report that Nainard had given him—the report that Eli had taken James to visit the Inheritors last night.