Chapter 1 Milan fans, so you are the airborne official...
In May 2004, Milan had become a red and black city, with red and black stripes everywhere. People flocked to the streets, cheering and celebrating Milan's home victory over Roma, winning the league championship of this season ahead of schedule, and celebrating the Rossoneri's 17th league championship.
But all this had nothing to do with Rosalia. She put her hands in her pockets, hurriedly avoided the crowded crowd, and walked forward quickly.
"Excuse me."
She was looking down at her watch when someone bumped into her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw a man wearing a hat.
The man, not even looking up, whispered something and continued walking. Seeing Rosalia didn't move, but instead stopped in front of him, the man pulled his hat down, avoiding her gaze and trying to take a detour.
When their shoulders touched, the man's arm was suddenly grabbed by a big hand. The hand clasped his wrist near his coat pocket with such force that a red mark appeared almost instantly.
It's Rosalia!
She held the man tightly, not letting him leave: "You can go, but your things stay."
"W-what?! What are you talking about?"
The man tried to shake her off in a panic, but failed. He turned around and yelled at her in anger:
"What are you doing? Trying to rob me? Believe it or not, I'll call the police!"
Rosalia was not panicked at all, she was even very calm. She took out her cell phone from her pocket with her left hand. The screen showed the emergency number that had been dialed. She waved it at the man and said:
"Do you need my help?"
The man looked around. Neither of them was wearing an AC Milan jersey, and standing in the middle of the street had already attracted quite a bit of attention. A few police officers standing guard not far away were looking over here, as if about to come over.
He panicked and shook off the woman's hand with all his might, threw the wallet in his other hand into her arms, and said viciously:
"for you!"
After saying this, he lowered his hat, turned up his collar to cover half of his face, glared at Rosalia, and hurried away, deliberately bumping her shoulder before leaving.
Rosalia stood still, as if she hadn't noticed. She opened her wallet and looked through it, focusing on the photos inside. She looked up as if searching for something, and finally her eyes fell on the girl not far away.
The girl held her bag and rummaged through it, looking up and around from time to time. When she saw the police on the street, her eyes lit up and she ran towards him.
"This is yours, right?"
Suddenly, two slender white fingers appeared in front of her, with a familiar red wallet between them!
The girl quickly took it and thanked him: "Thank you, please——"
When she put her wallet away and looked up again, the man had disappeared, and there was only a tall woman not far away.
The woman had black curly hair that fell behind her shoulders, and a neatly cut brown coat that made her look elegant and tall. Her blue jeans wrapped around her well-proportioned long legs, and her steps were brisk with an uninhibited ease. She was walking towards the building behind the policemen without looking around.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing her long hair away. She raised her hand and tucked the curls behind her ear with her slender white fingers, revealing her clear jawline and high nose bridge, which was unforgettable.
The girl wanted to step forward and call out to Rosalia to thank her and ask her how she found her wallet and discovered she was the owner. But she took a step and stopped abruptly, because she suddenly noticed that the building the woman had just entered had an Italian flag slanted above it.
It's the police station.
Rosalia had no idea about this. She took out her ID card to swipe open the gate and then used it to swipe open the elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, revealing only Rosary herself inside. She relaxed, tidied her messy hair and tucked her shirt into place as she faced the shiny elevator door.
When the elevator door opened again, there was another glamorous urban beauty.
Rosalia pushed open the glass door and saw a busy crowd inside. Accompanied by the ringing of telephones, she walked to an empty desk, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Compared to her somewhat empty desk, the desk of the man opposite her was actually quite full. The man looked up from a pile of documents, feeling dizzy, rubbed his brows, and greeted her:
"New here?"
Rosalia nodded. "Hello, Rosalia Bianchi."
"Pino Gobi." The man nodded at her and unceremoniously handed her a pile of documents on the table. "Come and help with the cases that need to be filed this month."
Rosalia said nothing, but obediently took it and flipped through it. The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed. She couldn't help but ask, "Why are they all thefts? And so many?"
She held up the document and flipped through several pages, all of which were reports of people being robbed and having their homes broken into in various places.
Gobbi looked at Rosalia with a surprised expression, as if she were a fool: "This is Italy."
Good, she was convinced.
Rosalia thought of what had just happened and couldn't help rolling her eyes, then lowered her head and looked back.
There wasn't much to say, except that the people who called the police seemed to be somewhat famous. Rosalia, however, didn't pay much attention to these things; she just thought the names sounded familiar.
Time passed quickly, and the office gradually fell into a quiet atmosphere. Everyone seemed to have stopped working, and instead, each person held a cup of coffee, leaning against the table or the window sill, sipping their coffee and chatting with the person next to them.
Even Gobi, who had just been saying "work sucks, I love work", ran to the tea room to make coffee and brought a cup to Rosalia.
"Thank you, Goby."
"You're welcome. You can call me Pino." Gobbi took a sip of coffee, leaned against Rosalia's desk, and looked down at her. "Bianchi, are you new here? I don't remember any recent exams. You were on probation somewhere else before?"
Rosalia was drinking coffee, and Gobi brought her espresso, which was bitter and sour. She didn't like it at all and only liked cappuccino.
As she was new to the place, she couldn't refuse other people's kindness, so she could only frown and drink the coffee in one gulp, and then her face wrinkled up because of the sour taste.
"Call me Rosalia. I've just been transferred here. I used to be in—"
Before he could finish his words, the office door suddenly opened. A tall man came in, walking hurriedly past the person who greeted him and headed towards the private office inside.
As he passed by Rosalia's desk, Gobbi also greeted the man: "Good morning, Greg."
It was already so early in the afternoon, and Rosalia complained silently in her heart.
The man called Greg nodded in response, and when his eyes swept over Rosalia who had stood up, he suddenly stopped.
Grek extended his hand to Rosaly and introduced himself: "Narco Grek."
"Rosalia Bianchi." Rosalia also stretched out her hand, and when their hands shook, she felt obvious calluses on the other person's palm.
Greg withdrew his hands and clapped them, signaling everyone to focus on him. He pointed at Rosalia and introduced her to everyone, "This is Rosalia Bianchi. She will be the leader of Group 1. Everyone, get along well."
Suddenly having everyone's attention focused on her, Rosalia behaved calmly and smiled at everyone.
After a brief introduction, Greg gestured to everyone to do what they were supposed to do, as if he had completed a task. He patted Rosalia's shoulder encouragingly and turned to go into his office.
As soon as Rosalia sat down, she found that Goby, who had just been leaning against her table, had sat back down and was looking at her with a strange look.
While watching, he made a "tsk tsk" sound with his mouth.
Rosalia asked in confusion, "Are you having cramps?"
Gobi: ...
"So you are the second-generation official who was parachuted in."
"Who? A son of an official? Me?"
Rosalia pointed at herself with a look of disbelief: "When did my dad go into politics? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Aren't you transferred from the Military Police Office? After you've gained enough experience here, you're going back for a promotion?"
Very blunt, but he's right.
Rosalia scratched her face, feeling that there was nothing to refute, and nodded in agreement.
Gobi looked at her with an expression of "as expected", then mercilessly picked up the remaining documents on the table and piled them on Rosary's desk.
He patted the pile of documents and said sincerely, "It just so happens that there aren't any major cases, but there are a lot of small cases, covering all aspects of our office and different cases. After reading this, you will be able to master how to handle cases in the police station."
Rosalia looked at the pile of papers and then at Goby in disbelief.
I used to command my subordinates to handle unspeakable cases. Now, because I want a promotion, I'm asked to be transferred to a different department and get involved in different things. I have to deal with these trivial cases myself to improve my resume...
She sighed, resigned herself to her fate and opened the document to continue reading.
"Oh, I really want to know what Milanello is like now." Gobbi was free and relaxed, leaning back in his chair, picking up the cup comfortably and enjoying the delicious coffee sip by sip.
"What? Are you a Milan fan?" Rosalia looked up from her papers, recalling the crowded streets today. She looked up and down at Gobi's figure. "It's a good thing you didn't go, or you would have been crushed."
Gobi was hurt by her unconcealed look. He pinched his arm and tried to act like a fitness trainer, but all he got in return was Rosalia's apologetic smile.
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