Fairyland, Big Problem

Following behind Qian Axiong, Wen Jiu was puzzled,

Shouldn't the SWAT be very busy?

Qian Axiong had introduced that he was a third-class special police officer, and he should belong to a low level, so he wouldn't be able to go to other people's offices to drink tea after buying breakfast.

There is no laziness in his eyes, he is more serious and serious, unlike the retired seniors.

"Special police officer Qian, Wen Jiu, please take a seat."

The so-called office tea is just a step, and Boss Zhang started to boil water to make tea.

"Should I avoid it?"

"No." SWAT Qian waved his hand, "You know the case."

"Case?"

The tea was filled into the pot, and Boss Zhang's tone was slightly puzzled, "When did your SWAT team take care of the case?"

"It's not about our SWAT team, it's the police station."

Wen Jiu listened silently beside him, adding some general knowledge.

The police station is similar to the police in the conventional sense before crossing, and the special police team does not know what occupation it is for the time being.

According to the cognition before the crossing, the SWAT team also handles the case, which is often a very dangerous and bad case, but Boss Zhang also said that the SWAT team will not accept the case.

"Little brother." Special police officer Qian turned back to the main topic, "Our Changle City Police Department caught a thief a while ago and stole the safe of the publishing house owner, but it has not been recovered yet."

The police station has made it very clear to the thief that if he confesses honestly, his sentence can be reduced. Otherwise, the time until the case is solved will not be counted in the sentence, and he will be imprisoned forever.

Even at this point, the thief still kept his mouth shut.

The police station asked the owner of the publishing house, and he said that the stolen items were very important, and they could not sell for much money in the market, with a total value of around 50,000 b, but there were things he cherished very much.

No matter what, the case must be solved and the stolen goods recovered, otherwise the specific sentence cannot be given.

"Then it got stuck. The thief didn't tell the life or death..."

Qian Axiong is a third-class member of the SWAT team. He has nothing to do with the garrison department. It's just that his brother department is in trouble. He wants to help.

The thief would rather go through a lot than confess, indicating that there is a hidden secret, so the police station sought out Professor Cui, a psychology researcher at Changle University, in an attempt to pry open the prisoner's psychological defense.

Unfortunately, it failed.

Today, Qian Axiong happened to learn about Wen Jiu's talent as a magician, and he personally verified it.

"So I want to tell the police station, please come over and try to see through the mind of the thief."

After talking about the cause and effect, Qian Axiong added, "I won't let you do it in vain. If you succeed, the police station will reward you."

"I can only say do your best."

Entrustment must be accepted, and at the same time, keep a low profile.

Wen Jiu knew that the importance of the entrustment of the garrison was not only in the bonus of several hundred bucks, but also in the golden brand.

As a firm that has not yet started its business, even if it costs no money for this kind of publicity, it would still be necessary to post a new moon feather in it.

"Special police officer Qian, to be honest, most of my abilities are to help ordinary people with psychotherapy, pay attention! It's psychotherapy! It may not be effective in the professional field of criminal investigation, nor is it a **** operator."

"It's alright, little brother, don't put too much burden on yourself. The garrison is helpless. Professor Cui has been there a few times, but there is no progress. It's okay for you to try it."

The matter is finalized, Qian Axiong needs to go to the police station to say hello, bring someone into the detention center, and pick up Wenjiu at two or three in the afternoon.

Returning to the rental house to rest, Wen Jiu thought of a difficult question.

The other party is not an extremely simple case, and it is necessary to accept the entrustment to see the image of the beautiful dream.

The entrustment here is my entrustment, and the police station and Qian Axiong cannot replace the thief.

If you can't see the image of Sweet Dreams, Wen Jiu is a complete layman.

Eat the fragrant sauce pancakes brought back from the small supermarket.

Although Boss Zhang only cares about breakfast and dinner, he allows employees to take away the leftovers that are not sold out in the morning, which is considered to solve Wen Jiu's three meals.

Open the game interface, outside the Paradise of Dreams, the cat is screaming towards the tail.

"Are you here to play today?"

Try stroking Xiangwei Meow with your hands, the soft short hair touches directly into your mind, and it is very comfortable.

【Mi~】

No matter how many unknowns and loneliness there is in the other world, Wen Jiu still feels that he is not strong alone. Seeing these innocent elves, his worries are emptied.

watt~~si—

"Oh, the gas bombs are here too."

Wen Jiu had no interest in petting gas bombs, so he lifted the lift rod and let the elves in, "Don't spray gas indiscriminately!"

There are no computers and TVs in the rental house, and old mobile phones have almost no entertainment functions. Watching the game interface for dinner is the best choice.

A simple rest, Wen Jiu received a call from Qian Axiong at 14:00, saying that he was driving to the outside highway.

"Little brother, where is your yard? I'll drive in."

"Don't, don't, don't go into the alley, wait for me outside."

The alley that Jiang Lang Caijin connects to the courtyard is very narrow. It is easy for a car to enter, but it is difficult to turn around and go out.

Pumice!

Wen Jiu's body halved the weight on the premise of keeping the muscle strength unchanged, and rushed downstairs.

She ran out of the alley in a flash, she was still a little short of breath, and she needed to exercise more.

"Little brother, little brother Wenjiu, this way!"

Next to the electric car across the road, Qian Axiong greeted him.

Only then did Wen Jiu realize that the other party was not driving a car, but a small electric donkey.

Yes, the current operation is not the official business of the SWAT team, and you can only use your own means of transportation.

"Special police officer Qian."

"Well, get in the car."

It was rare to be alone with Qian Axiong, and Wen Jiu seemed to casually chat about some general knowledge issues. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Special police officer Qian, what kind of work are you usually busy with?"

"We, we mainly patrol the streets, check for potential safety hazards, and organize everyone to escape in advance in case of disasters."

"Oh."

Wen Jiu had a general concept in his heart, which was indeed different from the "special police" before the time-travel.

The SWAT team that SWAT Qian belongs to is a bit of a comprehensive service organization such as city administrators, citizen security personnel, and traffic coordinators.

Even if it wasn't like that, Wen Jiu guessed that it was close to ten.

After a thirty-minute journey, the little electric donkey slowed down and stopped outside Changle City Detention Center.

The name of the so-called detention center is very stubborn and needs no explanation.

Because of special purposes, it is often far away from the urban area, and the road is a bit long.

"Special police officer Qian."

"Hello everyone, I've invited the little brother I talked about at noon."

The security guard and Wen Jiu who came to the detention center ahead of time introduced themselves to each other. They were surprised at the youth of the boy in front of them.

Qian Qianxiong personally recommended it, but the guards didn't ask much.

"Trouble SWAT Qian for so much trouble for us."

"Where is it, brother department."

Qian Axiong greeted them familiarly. During working hours, it is not advisable to talk for a long time. The police officer in charge of the theft of the publishing house brought the two people into the detention center and opened an interrogation room.

"Special police officer Qian, and this Mr. Wen, wait a moment, we have to bring people up."

"It's okay, no hurry."

Qian Axiong waved his hand.

Entering the professional office field, his temperament became serious.

In the interrogation room, besides Qian Axiong and Wen Jiu, there are also two guards standing in the back corner, in case of special circumstances...