Speaking of which, Wei Qingsong didn't really care about this issue before, she asked: "Why?"

"There were some before, six years older than me. I was a great success in a major case and had always performed well. After the old captain was transferred to the provincial department, everyone thought he would become the captain. Unexpectedly, I was promoted to the captain in the end. He was not convinced and fought with me, and then was transferred by Director Wang. Later, no suitable personnel had filled the vacancy and was left there all the time."

His tone was very ordinary, as if he was telling someone else's story.

He didn't use any emotional words, but Wei Qingsong suddenly felt sad, as if at that moment he had experienced the difficulties he had over the years.

He must have paid a lot and endured a lot when he was able to sit in this position at a young age.

He is a criminal investigation team leader who is less than 30 years old. I think it is necessary that there must be many voices of mockery, contempt, or indignation in the outside world.

And those people will never really think about why they are in this position, not others.

Whoever has the merits is rightly respected by thousands of people. Such a simple truth has disappeared vaguely by jealousy and suspicion.

Wei Qingsong took a deep breath, then smiled brightly, and asked casually: "Then did you win or lose?"

Lu Jingming lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Of course I won, how could I lose?"

Wei Qingsong pursed his lips, as if he was just asking casually: "Why don't you hide your weaknesses, so that you can relax yourself?"

Although the word "meritor" was just said lightly from him, how could she not know that the meritorious policeman's meritorious service was exchanged for his life.

Merits are not the cabbage in the vegetable market. They are sold by weight. They are only qualified for those who have fought face to face with the extremely vicious criminals.

"Didn't you listen to Tong Du? Because I'm too utilitarian." He chuckled and teased himself, but his eyes fell on her side.

In fact, it is to stand higher so that you can keep your beloved.

In this way, it is not wrong for Tong to say that he is too utilitarian.

But there is no need to tell her these words, he doesn't want to put any pressure on her.

After seeing the familiar figures in the reception room, Wei Qingsong fell silent, while Lu Jingming's expression became even more unfathomable.

Shen Yutong sat straight and upright on the sofa, her hands wrapped around her thick gauze, hanging on her knees, and seemed to be injured.

Beside him, Wen Ye whispered to him, looking indignant.

Shen Fu rarely sat dignifiedly in a corner of the sofa opposite.

Well...wait, why are Shen Fu here too?

Wei Qingsong suddenly widened his eyes and looked in the direction of Shen Fu.

As if he noticed her burning gaze, Shen Fu turned her head and saw Wei Qingsong, and squeezed out a smile with guilt.

Wen Ye immediately stood up and stepped forward in three or two steps. His body movements and expressions were extremely exaggerated. He shouted with joy: "Captain Lu, Consultant Wei, you must find out the murderer who hurt us Yutong! He is a writer, and now his hand is injured like this, it is simply unforgivable!"

Wei Qingsong raised his hand to signal Wen Ye to calm down, his eyes swept over Shen Yutong and asked, "Don't be excited first, what happened, tell us slowly, okay?"

Wen Ye pressed his hand against his forehead, as if he was calmer, and his speech slowed down: "This morning, Yutong received an anonymous letter. Unexpectedly, there was a sharp blade stuck in the letter. He accidentally cut his hand."

After he said this, Wei Qingsong understood why Shen Yutong's hands were wrapped in rice dumplings.

If the blade is stuck to the opening of the envelope, an accident will hurt the recipient. The severity of the wound depends on the posture and strength of the recipient opening the envelope.

Wen Ye was very angry: "Also, the blade was rusted, this was simply a lack of great virtue! If it was tetanus, it would be amputated in severe cases!"

Wei Qing frowned with a serious expression: "That's really bad. Have you checked the surveillance?"

"You said it was a coincidence that the surveillance in the community was just repaired and it was no longer found." Wen Ye put his waist up in anger, looking full of righteous indignation.

"Is it possible that it was sent by a reader from Shentong? This reader might be in their community, so he sent this letter with a blade during the surveillance and maintenance period." Wei Qingsong calmly analyzed for him.

"How could it be a reader? Yutong has not written any poisonous points recently. If he is a reader, how could he use this vicious way? If Yutong's hand is really in trouble, he will not be able to write anymore in the future." Wen Ye immediately denied this speculation.

Then he said, "However, you said that the sender is in their community, which is very likely."

Shen Yutong interrupted: "Actually, it's nothing. It may be just a malicious joke from readers, so don't bother the police."

"It's malicious, not a joke." Wen Ye frowned and corrected it, insisting on pursuing it to the end. "Today it was the blade that injured your hand. What if you send a bomb to you tomorrow?"

Lu Jingming said with ease: "You can rest assured that the Tangzhou police will not be incompetent to control dangerous explosives."

Wen Ye: “…”

“It makes sense too.”

Life is not a police and gangster movie, and it is still difficult to get something like bombs.

He cleared his throat and said seriously: "Anyway, I hope the police can investigate clearly who wanted to murder Yutong."

Shen Fu, who had been out of normalcy and remained silent, suddenly held her cell phone and said, "Come and take a look. I seem to know why Datong Dada received the blade."

Several people quickly took her mobile phone, and there was a post that was over 10,000 yuan on the web interface.

The title is: The Chinese youth who is being destroyed by novels!

The picture is shocking, a hand covered in blood, slid on the glass window.

Wei Qingsong browsed it roughly, and the content was probably accusing the physical and mental impact of spiritual opium on teenagers such as the novel, and pointed the finger at the deep pupil. The article also listed data on the increase in the frequency of suicides among young people in recent years.

Lu Jingming called an online detective police officer and asked him to check the IP address of the post.

I don’t know if I don’t check it. After checking it, it’s a coincidence that the poster was the family of one of the victims of the previous suicide video.

Wei Qingsong had no choice but to hold his forehead.

The case is already very difficult. Isn’t it a mess to send such false public opinion information at this time?

It is true that others should be very understanding of the pain of losing relatives by family members.

However, before the case was clear, it was indeed inappropriate to post such a strong guideline on the Internet, which led to Shen Yutong receiving malicious intentions from the outside world.

The seriously listed words of Shentong in the article are exactly the passage Wei Qingsong saw in Li Linlu's book before, which is a description of the death of a supporting character.

The whole paragraph describes death in a very detailed way, and what comes to his face is heavy depression.
Chapter completed!