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The second case: Fugitive Tofu ¡¤ 1. Deep love between master and disciple

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    As soon as the suspect Xie Wenle was sent to the detention center, a reporter from the provincial TV station over there hurried over to make a special report on the case.  Brother Ming, who has always been low-key, has never been interested in this kind of publicity work.  Lao Xian stayed in the laboratory all day except eating and sleeping. If he wanted to be interviewed, there was no way.  Not to mention the "informal" Fat Lei. If he was really on TV, his indecent behavior of picking his nose from time to time would definitely ruin the image of the police.  In this way, I am the only one in our department who can take on the "important task" of being interviewed.

    On the third day after the interview with the provincial station reporter, the program was broadcast in prime time, which really made me feel cool.

    "But my heart is still occupied by her every moment. She is like the moon, but she still doesn't speak" A song "Moonlight Serenade" by Hacken Li rang, and I quickly picked up the phone.

    "Hey, Chen Hongmei, oh, you saw it, yes, we did it (Thousands of words are omitted here)" The phone here just hung up, and then there was another "Serenade".

    "Hey, Xiaobiao, yes, yes, yes, that's me on TV, blah blah blah" Just when I was chatting enthusiastically, Pang Lei pushed open the door of my office with a bang, smiled uglier than crying, and said to me  Said: "Xiaolong, I'm going to call you Brother Long, can you stop bragging?"

    "Ah? Brother Lei, did you hear everything?" My face suddenly turned red to the root of my neck. I was really blowing a lot just now.

    "Thankfully I'm the one next door to you. No one else would be able to handle it. I said I'm thick-skinned enough, and you probably can't even shoot it through with a gun." Fat Lei happily threw me a cigarette.  He leaned against the door frame and said with a smile.

    I picked up the lighter from the table, quickly stood up and helped Fat Lei light the cigarette, and said flatteringly: "It's not easy to show your face, and it's an exclusive interview, you know! Hehe."

    "Well, well, seeing as you are so sensible, I'll just pretend I didn't hear you and keep blowing." Fat Lei said to me with a smile, leaning on the door frame and smoking a cigarette.

    Just when Fat Lei and I were chatting happily, Brother Ming quickly walked into my office.  Looking at his serious expression, my laughter stopped abruptly.

    "Don't leave after get off work, wait for me." Brother Ming said the next sentence and left the office without waiting for my answer.  Just when I was about to complain to his back, I glanced up at the electronic clock hanging on the wall. It was July 30th. When I saw this date, my heart suddenly warmed up.

    At six o¡¯clock in the afternoon, Brother Ming and I stood in front of the building in the community.  The community where my family is located is called "Public Security District No. 1". It was a house allocated by my employer when my father started working.  There are only six small buildings in the community. When I was a child, uncles and aunts in police uniforms could often be seen in the community. However, as time goes by, few people are willing to live in this dilapidated community.

    Brother Ming was holding a bottle of medicinal wine that he prepared himself in his left hand, carrying a shoulder bag on his right shoulder, and walked straight into the unit building.  Watching his figure disappear into the corridor, I quickly followed him. The two of us stopped in front of an iron door piled with briquettes on the fifth floor.

    "Open the door." Brother Ming said to me and took the initiative to move out of the way.

    I inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it twice. With a squeak, I pushed the rusty iron door open.

    "Ahem, who is it?" An old voice came from the bedroom.

    "It's me, Brother Ming is here too." As soon as we finished speaking, we went straight to the bedroom.

    When my father heard me calling "Brother Ming", he immediately became energetic. He threw the "Forensic Entomology" in his hand to the bedside, took off his reading glasses and said cheerfully: "Qiming, you are here."

    "Here, master, are you feeling better lately?" Brother Ming stepped forward with concern, carefully took off the reading glasses hanging around his father's neck with both hands, folded them and placed them on the bedside table.

    When I saw this scene, I said to them: "You guys chat first, I'll boil some water."

    After saying that, I gently closed the wooden door and walked towards the kitchen.

    Sometimes even I can¡¯t explain my feelings towards the two men in the room.  I have never understood my father's work since I was a child. At that time, I didn't understand why he would ignore my mother and me for work. Ever since he forced me to go to the police academy, I have become even more resentful towards my father.  I feel that he is forcibly choosing my future life, and that he is restricting my freedom.  So over the years, my father and I have rarely communicated face to face, and the only things he spent time with were the piles of professional books piled on the bedside.

    Brother Ming, a man I can¡¯t understand.  I remember the first time I saw him come to our house when I was in junior high school.I just thought he was a weirdo who kept silent wherever he went.  Later, out of curiosity, I asked my father about him. I learned from my father that Brother Ming was a forensic doctor whose job was to dissect corpses.  When I heard this, my scalp almost exploded, and from then on, I felt like seeing him like the god of plague.  Even if sometimes he takes the initiative to talk to me, I don't dare to talk to him.

    Although Brother Ming's profession is forensic medicine, it also has the word "medicine" in it. About nine years ago, he didn't know where he found a massage therapy for his father's disease. Since then, as long as there are no cases, he has  He always comes to my house on the 15th and 30th of every month to give my father a systematic massage for an hour. He has never stopped in these years.  His mentoring relationship with his father sometimes makes even me, a son, feel inferior to him.

    For a long time, I wanted to thank this cold elder brother from the bottom of my heart. However, in the more than a year since I started working in the department, the image he had cultivated in my heart for many years was basically destroyed.  .  I really can't stand the way he treats me. I attribute it to a personality incompatibility. To put it bluntly, he is not the same person. If he didn't treat my father like this, I really wouldn't bother to care about him.

    Phew!  The steam from the kettle opened the air valve, and I came out of my thoughts.

    I opened the door and brought the two cups of tea into the house.  At this time, my father was lying on the bed obediently, smiling like a child.  Brother Ming poured the medicinal wine from the bottle onto his hands and rubbed them vigorously. After his hands were heated, he quickly pressed the acupuncture points on his father's lumbar spine and legs.

    ¡°Oops, it hurts!¡±

    After hearing this, Brother Ming grinned and said:

    "Master, if it hurts, it means you are conscious, bear with it!"

    After saying that, Brother Ming hurriedly poured out half a spoonful of medicinal wine and rubbed it twice, then pinched the acupuncture point where his father complained about pain just now.

    Don't tell me, I didn't believe in this massage method at first, but starting from three years ago, one of my father's paralyzed lower limbs miraculously gained feeling. Although it was impossible to walk for a long time, he could rely on his own strength to walk for a long time.  Going to the bathroom with a cane is no problem.  According to Brother Ming, one day, he will let my father stand up again.  So how could he not be happy when he heard that his father's other leg also had feeling?

    Ming Ge¡¯s weird thing is that he doesn¡¯t like to laugh. Every time he sees his father, he is as happy as a flower. But as soon as he walks out of my house, his face immediately turns into an arctic iceberg.  I vaguely remember what Fat Lei said to me. He said that among the most unforgettable things in his life, one of them was "I once saw Brother Ming smile once."

    My father gritted his teeth and persisted for more than half an hour, with beads of sweat the size of peas oozing out from his forehead.

    "Xiaolong, go bring a basin of hot water over and I'll wipe Master's body." Brother Ming said to me out of breath.

    ¡°Okay.¡± I responded and hurried out, then a basin of steaming hot water was brought into the house.  In order to keep the towel warm, Brother Ming quickly plunged his hands into the hot water, picked up the towel and wring it out quickly. I could clearly see the bulging muscles on his cheeks and the frown on his brows.  Not everyone can bear the water temperature of more than 60 degrees.

    I held the basin and stood beside the two of them in a daze.  They gave me the illusion that Brother Ming was my father's son, and I was more like an outsider.

    The bell rang at seven o'clock in the evening. My father was leaning on the bedside, Brother Ming was sitting on the bed frame, and I moved a bench to sit beside the bed.

    My father adjusted his sitting posture slightly, tilted his head and said to me: "I heard your brother Ming tell me just now that this corpse dismemberment case was handled beautifully." After saying that, my father gave me a thumbs up.

    Being praised like this by him, my face felt a little hot, because only I know the reason.

    "Master, Teacher Li Feng has given me a reply. He will be available for the whole next month. I want Xiaolong to study with him." Ming Ge said while helping his father's calf to squeeze.

    "Study? What to study?" I pricked up my ears and asked.

    "Learn trace examination, Li Feng is my junior brother, the first person in Wannan Province to perform trace examination!" My father turned slightly sideways and tapped the bed frame with his fingers and said to me.

    "No, I won't go." I have an instinctive aversion to this kind of thing.  Because I know in my heart that the more you learn, the more you can do. If you really don¡¯t know anything, even if Brother Ming wants to give the job to me, I won¡¯t be qualified, right?

    "Do you feel that you are a little overwhelmed after solving such a big case?" Brother Ming stopped what he was doing and asked with a frown.

    "It's not like it fell down. There are so many criminal investigation TV dramas nowadays. Anyone with a little bit of thinking knows to wear gloves to commit crimes. If you look at this case, wouldn't it be solved if there was no trace test? I just don't think it is necessary to learn." I sat down.  On the side of the bench, he retorted angrily.

    "Oh! I really don't understand what you did in the police academy for four years!" My father pointed at me sadly and said he was about to get angry.

    Brother Ming hurriedly patted his father¡¯s chest, turned to me and said sternly: ¡°Come out.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??To learn.  "I sat on the side of the bench and retorted angrily.

    "Oh! I really don't understand what you did in the police academy for four years!" My father pointed at me sadly and said he was about to get angry.

    Brother Ming hurriedly patted his father¡¯s chest, turned to me and said sternly: ¡°Come out.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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