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Chapter 50

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    After finally drinking the porridge in the bowl to the bottom, He Shu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Hou Zibo who was beside him said in doubt: "Huh? Team He, you eat too little, right? Just a bowl of porridge is enough."  ? That bag is the food for your project Is it because they don¡¯t have enough to eat? You are so great, but I heard that you have a new case. How can a bowl of porridge hold up? Come on  Come, I'll give you a bun." After speaking, he naturally picked up a bun from his dinner plate and put it in the porridge bowl.

    "" The corners of He Shu's mouth twitched crazily twice, and she could only raise her head and smile reluctantly: "Thank you."

    "You're welcome." The other party smiled like a fool.

    He Shu stared bitterly at the steamed bun soaked in rice porridge, and after a few seconds, she resignedly picked up the chopsticks and ate them with big mouthfuls.  Fortunately, she has never been the type to chew and eat slowly, so she stuffed the buns in three mouthfuls, then quickly got up and said hello, which was regarded as a farewell, and then quickly ran away with the bag of buns.

    "Oh" Hou Zibo looked at the figure who disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria, with a sympathetic expression on his face, swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, and pointed with the chopsticks in his hand: "Seeing Captain He, I feel as if  Seeing myself, a public servant, is really not easy!" While speaking, he felt the temperature around him plummet again, shivered subconsciously, and muttered strangely in his mouth: "What happened  The temperature of this air conditioner can't be any lower"

    At this time, the colleague sitting opposite him who was silent the whole time seemed to have vaguely noticed something, first looked at the frosty boss next to him, and then looked at the unaware and humming ditty on the other side.  Erhuo, in the end, he could only give the other party a look of caring for the mentally retarded.

    After receiving this look, Hou Zibo was still confused, tilted his head and asked, "What? What? What? Dare to look at me with this look, and go to the training room to practice for a while if you are not convinced?"

    The colleague rolled his eyes, feeling hopeless.

    Just when he was about to continue to say something, a male voice that seemed to come from hell suddenly came to his ear: "Success, I also feel that you are a little slack when you are not busy with the case these days.  I will accompany you to practice."

    The provocative expression froze on his face, seamlessly connecting with wanting to cry without tears in an instant, Hou Zibo looked at the man who stuffed the last bite of bun into his mouth in disbelief: "Ji Zu? II  Didn't offend you?!"

    "No." Ji Chen wiped his mouth with a paper towel, then got up and put the dinner plate in the recycling dining car not far away, then turned his head and glanced at him: "I'll wait for you in the training room first, you should move faster.  After all, you have to contact the seven victims today, and each of them will make a new transcript."

    After the voice fell, he walked away.

    "Don'tJi Group?! Uncle Ji?!" Hou Zibo threw down the chopsticks in his hands without saying a word, and chased after him in three steps at a time, shouting while chasing: "You will die!  !! The seven victims, how many should you share with others? If you don¡¯t divide it, it¡¯s okaycan you stop practicing? Let¡¯s talk about it"

    In the blink of an eye, the colleague was the only one left at the table. He raised his eyebrows, inserted a steamed bun that was left on Hou Zibo's dinner plate, and took a big bite.  Feeling the firm taste and rich soup in his mouth, he shook his head slightly, and it took him a long time before he let out a long sigh: "It should be"

    When He Shu returned to the office, all the old men rushed forward quickly when they saw the steamed stuffed buns like hungry wolves seeing raw meat, and divided them up in just two seconds.

    Zeng Yongjia held a steamed stuffed bun in one hand, and said vaguely: "Captain He, what are our plans for today?"

    "The forensic doctor determined the time of death. According to the degree of corruption of the corpse, it has been dead for four days at the current temperature. We will go back to the Runxin Hotel in a while, get the list of recent occupants, and conduct an investigation." He Shu said, and said  Like a gesture outside the door.

    The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he was still chewing: "Go now?"

    She just smiled and walked out of the office first.

    Chang Bin laughed gloatingly at the side, Zeng Yongjia rolled his eyes, took advantage of the other party's unpreparedness, stretched out his hand and quickly snatched a bun, and then ran all the way amidst a series of curses, barely catching up with the bun  Closed elevator.

    He Shu glanced at him with a half-smile, which made his nerves tense, and stuffed the whole bun into his mouth without a trace, his cheeks puffed up like a fat hamster.

    More than half an hour later, the rear of the police car made a beautiful arc, and stopped in front of the hotel in a very thrilling way.?  "

    "Your son, where is he now?" He Shu ignored him and continued to ask stubbornly.

    The male secretary noticed his boss's displeasure, and hurriedly said, "Maybe I went out to play with my friends."

    "Sorry, we need you to provide your son's DNA now."

    "Ridiculous!" The old man patted the solid wood handle on the sofa heavily: "What's going on now, your police suspect my son is a suspect?"

    "No." He Shu denied: "On the contrary, we suspect that your son is dead."

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