Liu Jun's words before leaving.
Like a lingering evil spirit, a song surrounded An Xin's ears.
Initially.
When making the decision to continue detaining Gao Qilan.
An Xin actually realized it.
This decision of yours may have consequences to a certain extent.
Just didn't expect it.
The consequences could be so serious.
So serious,
He almost became the public enemy of the entire team!
He even remembered it clearly.
When Liu Jun left with red eyes and endless reluctance and humiliation on his face.
Those team members.
And Xiaowu, who obeys every word.
Their complaints at that time were filled with complex expressions in their eyes.
It's like a huge rock.
It's weighing on An Xin's heart.
uncomfortable;
And heavy...
Did I really do something wrong?
An Xin asked herself repeatedly in her mind, but the answer was given every time.
All negative!
Because he never thought he was wrong.
As for Liu Jun.
It can only be regarded as an accident...
However,
Just when An Xin was convincing himself again and again.
A dark shadow.
It's approaching him!
He looked up suddenly.
The original vigilance in An Xin's eyes turned into surprise.
Look at the person coming.
He said somewhat unexpectedly: "Security Bureau, why are you here?"
An Changlin didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked around at Western Zhou with his hands behind his back, and then said calmly: "I was afraid that you couldn't figure it out, so I came here to take a look."
"Now that the results are in, what else is there that I can't figure out?" An Xin said with some emotion in her tone.
An Changlin pondered for a moment and asked: "Then do you know why, even though it was you who made the mistake, in the end, the young man named Liu Jun was dealt with more seriously?"
"It's not because of my relationship with you." An Xin smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Regarding this, An Changlin did not deny it, and admitted generously: "Yes, just because you called me uncle, other leaders in the bureau are indeed somewhat partial in handling this issue, but this only accounts for A very small part.”
A very small part?
Faced with An Xin's confusion, An Changlin continued: "In handling cases, evidence is needed, and how to dig out valuable evidence depends on qualifications and experience."
"At this point, you are much better than Liu Jun, so after comprehensive consideration, the bureau made such a decision."
"Then it doesn't need to be so serious as expulsion from the party, right?" An Xin said.
"If you think it's serious, then you should learn a lesson and don't make the same mistake next time!"
An Changlin drank deeply and continued: "Okay, besides coming to see you today, I have one more thing to do."
"The Beijiang Branch of Haicheng has sent a study and exchange group to our Jinghai. They will be there tomorrow evening. You will be responsible for receiving them then."
"I-I'm in charge of reception?"
An Xin pointed at herself in disbelief.
Then.
He quickly declined: "It's not the Security Bureau. It's been almost a month since the '7·11' case, and we still have no clue about the Vienna Hotel kidnapping case. We don't even know who the victim is. At this time , you actually sent me to receive it?”
"It is precisely because there are no clues in the investigation of these two cases that I sent you to learn more and communicate with others. And I can also tell you that in this exchange group, there is a man named Shen. The painter may be able to solve some of the problems you are encountering now," An Changlin said pointedly.
"Painter?"
An Xin wanted to say it.
What era are we in now, and there is still a profession like painter in the police force?
But An Changlin didn't give him any chance to question, and said in a cold voice without any explanation: "It's getting late, pack up and go back to rest."
"I……"
——
"The famous French painter, Jacques-Louis David, was the founder of the neoclassical school of painting."
"In 1793, I created the oil painting behind me - The Death of Marat."
"The man who was assassinated in the painting was Paul Marat, a politician who represented the Jacobins."
"And what you see on your table is the autopsy report of the French police on him at that time."
Haicheng.
Inside the lecture theater of the police academy.
A young and handsome painter is explaining an oil painting behind him.
At this time.
An unexpected guest appeared in the classroom.
He did not interrupt the man's lecture, but hunched over and sat in the last row.
The man saw him.
There was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, but he also did not interrupt the lecture, but continued to say to the police academy students who came to listen to the lecture: "In an era without cameras, the pen in the painter's hand was the only tool to record the scene. , they should be loyal to reality and restore their true thoughts.”
"However, hidden in this painting are three lies about the famous painter Jacques-Louis David from France."
"I hope you can successfully find them all in the next class."
"Okay, that's it for today's class, students, get out of class is over..."
——
After the students left.
The uninvited guest from before also came to the young lecturer: "Hey, Shen Yi, why don't you go to Jinghai?"
"City team, didn't you also ask for leave?" Shen Yi said with a smile while packing his things.
"I……"
Ducheng forcefully found a reason and said, "I have a case to investigate!"
"What a coincidence."
Shen Yi smiled lightly and said, "I still have students to teach."
"Come on, just the three lies you just told made my ears feel numb."
"That's you, you can't represent them."
"Okay, okay, I can't tell you anything."
Ducheng dusted his hands with some annoyance, and then he had a flash of inspiration and reminded him in a pretentious manner: "But Shen Yi, Director Zhang said that anyone can be missing from this trip to Beijing and Hainan, but the only one who can't be missing is about you."
"Why?" Shen Yi frowned.
Ducheng spread his hands: "Then I don't know. If you have the ability, you can ask Bureau Zhang yourself."
