After bidding farewell to Ding Baoshu, Yi Jiayi had a gloomy expression on the way back.
After nightfall, it was rare to have wind in the streets of Hong Kong. It was probably because the citizens finally returned home, leaving a lot of space in the streets, so the wind could finally pass.
Yi Jiayi had no answer to Ding Baoshu's question.
In her two lives, she was just an ordinary young woman. She had not experienced any ups and downs, great joys and sorrows, and her brain was very limited in philosophical thinking.
Only during adolescence and before the postgraduate entrance examination would she feel sad and think about the meaning of life. Occasionally, she felt that life was gloomy and was mentally exhausted all day long.
But in her opinion, no matter how big the matter was, it was just like cutting meat with a blunt knife, without any sharp chopping feeling.
Because she had been living in a boarding house since she was a child, her parents were busy with work, and she was rarely with her family. Classmates and friends were just playmates, so when she traveled to this era and became the Hong Kong policewoman Yi Jiayi, she didn't even have too much grief over the separation from her previous life.
Especially since her parents gave birth to a second child in their busy schedule three years ago, she didn't have to worry that they would be unable to live without her.
She couldn't understand Ding Baoshu's current situation, nor could she imagine his current mood.
When she was stumped by his question, she felt insignificant and her heart ached, but she couldn't say a cool word to inspire or comfort him.
How shameless.
I wonder if Sir Fang would say something particularly philosophical that would make Ding Baoshu admire her and ignite hope and passion.
Passing by the green mailbox, there were many postcards pasted on the glass of the small shop next to it, and one of them was a photo of Mount Fuji. She stared at it for a while, then looked up and saw a pipe bending shop.
A big reason why Hong Kong is called the city of cyberpunk is the neon signs stacked up above people's heads. This is the most dazzling scenery in the city.
Because there were no LED lights in this era, all neon signs had to be customized by pipe bending masters.
At this time, most shops were closed, but this one was still open.
Yi Jiayi stepped in unconsciously. The master was sitting in the shop filled with miscellaneous items, heating the pipe in his hand, and then bending it into the shape he wanted.
When the colored lights came on, the bent pipes would outline dazzling and cool words and patterns.
Yi Jiayi found an old stool and sat down at the invitation of the master of the Quguan. After chatting for a few words, he gritted his teeth and took out his wallet to customize a large neon sign of "Yi Ji Tea House" and several sets of small characters such as "Famous Nearby", "Curry King", and "Milk Tea Yi Bing Le".
"The sign should have a circle of red border around it, and then a circle of blue. Isn't it cool?" Yi Jiayi compared and planned with the master of the Quguan.
"No problem, these four words should be this big, right?"
"Yes, they should be this big!"
When he walked out of the shop, Yi Jiayi felt much better.
When people are unhappy, they just want to spend money.
After strolling around, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening. Yi Jiayi was afraid that her brother would be anxious, so she sped up.
When crossing the street and passing by a girl in uniform, her eyes fell on the drink cup in her hand.
When she looked at the girl again, she couldn't help but smile. The other party was holding their easy-to-remember paper cups, and drinking milk tea and iced popsicles. A
real customer, a good kid with vision.
The girl was a little confused about Yi Jiayi's smile, but she instinctively returned a sweet smile after receiving the kindness.
Crossing the street, she took another big sip of the iced popsicle. It tasted bitter at first but sweet later. The thin ice cream could be chewed, and it was cool and refreshing. The ice cream melted in the milk tea, bringing a lingering milky aroma to the taste buds.
It was really delicious.
The girl couldn't help but take another big sip, but the straw made a gurgling sound, and the drink was empty.
While thinking regretfully about queuing up to buy this kind of iced milk tea with snow on top tomorrow, she threw the paper cup into the trash can.
An old lady who was selling fruits from a mobile stall was walking towards her. The neon light fell on her face, but it was only bright for a moment, and then it was hidden by the wrinkles on her face. The old face sank into the shadows again and could not be seen clearly.
The old lady went through the streets and alleys to sell fruits every day, day after day, year after year. People were too familiar with her and gradually ignored her. Only when they were eating fruits would they realize the existence of this mobile stall.
When the girl approached the mobile stall, the car suddenly seemed to be stuck by something and shook violently.
The round oranges fell to the ground like beans and rolled around.
The old lady put down the stall and bent over with difficulty to pick up the oranges.
The girl was walking up to her. Without a second's hesitation, she put her schoolbag on the stall and bent over to help. She picked up a handful of oranges, put them back on the car, and then trotted to pick up more oranges farther away. She
had a slender waist and a light back, as lovely as a flower.
Finally, there were only a few oranges that rolled into the alley. The girl smoothed her long hair and turned around to see the old lady trembling like a rusty machine trying to pick up the oranges that rolled into the road.
She no longer hesitated, like a deer following the food left by the hunter and gradually approaching the trap, she picked up oranges one by one and slowly walked into the alley where the lights could not penetrate.
One step forward, and then another step forward. When the hem of her dress was also drawn into the shadow, the black mass behind the huge pile of cardboard boxes suddenly stretched out like a monster, rushed out diagonally, covered the girl's mouth and nose, and easily dragged her into the thick and opaque darkness behind the cardboard boxes.
At the entrance of the alley, the old lady retrieved the last two oranges that had rolled away and put them back into the mobile stall.
Then she stretched out her arm with great effort, slowly pinched the schoolbag placed on top of the oranges, silently stuffed it into the cart under the stall, and then pushed the stall forward.
She still walked slowly, her back was still hunched, and the wrinkles on her face continued to devour the neon light shining down from above.
The sparsely populated streets were quiet at night, with the occasional car driving by and whizzing past. A couple turned the corner, whispering to each other as they crossed the intersection and walked into another road.
The streets remained the same, the night remained the same, and it seemed that nothing strange had happened.
The girl just now seemed to have never existed.
…
…
The next morning, serious crime detective Yi Jiayi was so excited on her first day at work that she woke up very early.
Yi Jiadong had just come out of the boys' room when he saw Jiayi sitting in the morning light reading a book.
She obediently accompanied her brother to buy groceries. Yi Jiadong walked while she jogged:
"This counts as getting up early for a run."
After processing a lot of food at Yi Ji, I returned home and found Jia Ru and Jia Jun had also gotten up.
They said that there was a fight between wild cats from nowhere outside, and it was so fierce that many people were woken up.
While Yi Jiadong was making breakfast, Jia Yi ran back to the house, found her best-looking and most decent casual trousers and loose shirt, sewed them neatly, and walked out of the girls' room while tying her ponytail.
"Sister, the back of your clothes is unraveling." Jia Ru said after putting the dishes in place.
Yi Jia Yi immediately turned around to pull the back of her clothes, and found that it was not only unraveling, but also pilling, and she didn't know how it was worn. After stuffing it into her pants, she smiled and said,
"It's okay, you can't see it if you put it in. When I'm on vacation, I'll go buy new clothes and buy a few for you guys."
"I wear school uniforms every day, so I don't have the chance to wear them." Jiaru shrugged, "Big sister should save the money for your dowry."
"Then I'll buy you new shoes."
She was in a good mood and ate a little more breakfast. She didn't care that it was still early, and she still rode her bike very actively.
Yi Jiaru looked at the closed door and sighed, "Big sister may be the first person to go to work at Yau Ma Tei Police Station."
It turned out that what Jiaru said was basically true. When Jiayi arrived, all the offices were still empty.
She put the red roses and yellow sunflowers she bought on the way into the vase, placed the morning tea and snacks she brought from home on the office desk, bowed to the Guan Gong statue in the office, burned incense, tidied her new desk, and filled her cup with boiled water. Only then did people start to arrive at the police station.
Seeing some uniformed police officers go to the locker room to change uniforms, Yi Jiayi suddenly remembered that she still had some things in the closet.
When she walked to the door, she suddenly heard people in the locker room chatting.
Because she used to go to work at around 8:40, she would be sitting in the administrative support office at almost 9 o'clock. It was rare to meet uniformed female police officers at this time.
The other party probably felt safe because of this, thinking that she must have changed into her uniform and started working long ago, so when they talked about her in the locker room, there was no intention of being cautious and secretive.
"What am I saying? Don't think that Yi Jiayi has just come in and has been on the newspapers and headlines. That's all because Inspector Guo is catching up with her performance. She is lucky. After two days, everyone will forget about her and she will still have to do chores. Sister Yin is the best at being lazy. She has to do all the dirty and tiring work. We are not as comfortable as we are. We can just go shopping and sit in a cafe when we are tired. Why do you envy her? She envies us."
"I also thought of what you said. Don't be jealous of others, and don't feel sorry for yourself because of others' good luck. Hey, Sister Shasha, did you see Mr. Fang from the Serious Crime Unit B wearing a suit the day before yesterday? He was so handsome!"
"I heard that Mr. Fang is very rich. He treats his subordinates to big meals every day, and his meetings are served with Yangzhi sago and ginger milk sent from Sham Shui Po. I saw Liu Jiaming strolling in the police station yesterday, holding a soufflé in his hand."
"Yeah, I remember that last month, after working overtime, Mr. Fang drove the detectives from Team B to eat fried crabs at Typhoon Shelter. They had an all-you-can-eat crab buffet."
"That was so expensive!"
"Once the air conditioning in the police station was being inspected, he took everyone to his villa in Clearwater Bay for a meeting. I heard that the house alone is more than 2,000 square feet! Three floors! With a rooftop and a large yard!"
"I really want to go to Team B of Serious Crime, with Mr. Fang."
"It's difficult, just walk around the streets."
"I heard that Yi Jiayi often helps Fang Sir place orders. It seems that Fang Sir gives her a lot of money every month. If it's not enough, he will give her more. If there is any left, it will all be her red envelope. She is so happy!"
"What's so happy about that? You have to run around to do all kinds of chores. Are you willing to do that?"
"I am willing..."
"You are useless!" "
The last time Yi Jiayi helped Fang Sir deliver something, she was lucky enough to find the murder weapon and was reported in the newspaper. She will definitely get involved with Fang Sir and others more in the future, and she will be reported again."
"Come on! The sheriff who solves the most cases can hardly be in the newspaper many times a year. Does she think she is a big star?"
"But never mind. She is quite nice. She was smiling when I saw her before. I just envy her and feel a little jealous. I don't really dislike her."
"Who said I hate her? She's so popular, so it won't hurt to have a chat with her."
Yi Jiayi heard footsteps inside and knew that they were almost done changing into their uniforms.
It would be very awkward to go in at this time, so she tiptoed and took two quick steps, pretending to be coming from the opposite corridor to avoid people suspecting that she was eavesdropping.
Sure enough, as soon as she reached the corner of the corridor, two female police officers in military uniforms came out politely.
Yi Jiayi pretended not to notice and didn't turn her eyes in that direction. She thought it would be good for everyone to go their separate ways in peace, but suddenly a man in a white coat came down from upstairs, and it turned out to be the forensic officer Xu Junhao.
"Sir Xu."
"Good morning, Sir Xu."
Two uniformed policewomen greeted him politely. When Xu Junhao returned the greeting, he also saw Yi Jiayi. Without waiting for the little policewoman to slip into the other side of the corridor, he raised his hand and said,
"Jiayi, good morning~"
Yi Jiayi had to stop and turned around under the gaze of the two uniformed policemen and Dr. Xu, smiling and greeting everyone.
Xu Junhao seemed to be in a good mood and didn't seem to be busy. He actually strolled towards Yi Jiayi, stroking her long hair while chatting,
"You don't have to wear a uniform in the future. Buy some nice clothes."
The two uniformed policewomen who had already turned around and walked to the other side caught the key words and suddenly stopped.
Everyone in Hong Kong knows that only plainclothes police officers in the police station can not wear uniforms.
So, why doesn't Yi Jiayi have to wear a uniform? ? ?
"I can only wait for the day off." Yi Jiayi stroked her loose shirt, "They are all old clothes. I wore uniforms most of the time when I was in school. I didn't even have two sets of casual clothes."
"Haha, yes, you look like a student this way. You will be bullied if you follow Mr. Fang and others to catch people, right? It is very suitable for criminal reporting. You will not be suspected even if you walk to the opposite side of the bad guys and check them." Xu Junhao walked to Yi Jiayi, patted the little policewoman on the shoulder, and encouraged her:
"But I heard from Mr. Fang that you have a talent for criminal investigation. You should work hard in the Serious Crime Unit B in the future. I am optimistic about you."
The two uniformed police officers who were slowly moving out heard this and their eyes almost popped out of their faces.
They were shocked, but they couldn't scream. She could only walk away in silence, with her back to Yi Jiayi and Xu Junhao, letting her facial features gradually become distorted.
Jealousy made the uniformed policewoman look ferocious.
…
After saying goodbye to medical examiner Sir Xu, Yi Jiayi went back to the locker room, took her own things, emptied the small cabinet, and went downstairs with a pair of spare socks, a small jacket and a few sundries.
These things can be placed in the small cabinet under the desk in the future.
Thinking about what the two uniformed policewomen had just said, gossiping about herself and Sir Fang, habitually extracting information and having wild thoughts.
When she pushed open the door of the Serious Crime Unit B office with her things in her arms, the only thought that flashed through her mind was "Why is the door closed today?", and she had no vigilance at all.
Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers was thrust in front of her, completely unprepared.
Yi Jiayi screamed in fright, and almost raised the sundries in her hand to hit the person holding the bouquet.
Liu Jiaming tilted his head, put on a big smile, and greeted:
"Welcome Eleven to join the big family of Serious Crime Unit B. Once you enter this door, you will be a family from now on!"
Jiayi took the flowers with a silly smile, sniffed them shyly, and grinned happily.
However, the flowers seemed to be the flowers she had bought in the morning and just put in the vase.
Gary knocked on the whiteboard, as if he was beating a drum, and then raised his hands high, swayed, jumped left and right, and then laughed:
"Just now, I knocked on the gong and danced the lion to welcome Eleven~"
"Too perfunctory!" Sanfu walked over with a laugh, and offered a cup of milk tea with both hands, "Come, Eleven, have some tea."
After Jiayi took the cup, he handed a cup to Liu Jiaming and Gary, and after pretending to clink glasses, Sanfu patted Yi Jiayi on the shoulder:
"You have drunk the blood oath wine, and we will go through life and death together and stick together!"
After saying that, he turned the cup upside down, and sure enough, he drank it all, without a drop of milk tea.
It seemed that Jiayi had prepared the milk tea in the morning and placed it on the office desk.
"Eleven, come here and pay respects to the Second Master. You will be the lucky little policewoman of Team B in the future, and we will have good fortune together and solve cases safely." Lin Wangjiu waved at Jiayi and handed the incense prepared in the morning to Jiayi.
The little policewoman took it obediently, listened to Uncle Jiu's words, and burned incense and paid respects to the Second Master seriously.
In fact, she had already paid respects once in the morning. The three half-burned incense sticks in the incense burner were the evidence.
Lin Wangjiu patted her shoulder with satisfaction. Thinking of how she had been fooled by her before, she still felt a little uncomfortable, but then she remembered this guy's mysterious ability of "drawing a circle to win", and she still felt a little jealous in her heart.
So she sighed and suppressed her complaints.
Yi Jiayi was welcomed by everyone in a strange way, and finally walked to the groom like jumping over a fire pot at a wedding... no, walked to Fang Zhenyue.
"They used all kinds of ways, flowers, milk tea, incense, lion dance..." Fang Zhenyue sat crookedly on the table, thought for a while, and gently rubbed down, and his two long legs fell steadily to the ground.
He straightened his clothes, stamped his feet to shake out the wrinkles on his pants, then looked down at himself, straightened his chest, raised his head, smiled at Yi Jiayi and opened his arms, "Then I can only give you a hug."
"Fang Sir, you are too cunning!"
"It's only the first day here!"
"When I first joined the group, Brother Yue, you didn't welcome me like this!" Liu Jiaming still remembered the kick on his butt by Fang Zhenyue. At that time, the dust on Brother Yue's leather shoes was all rubbed on his pants.
"Hahahaha..."
Yi Jiayi's face flushed. At such a young age, she was teased for the first time and had no idea how to deal with it. It was her own fault for not having enough experience.
Fang Zhenyue chuckled, retracted his arms, patted Yi Jiayi on the shoulder, and laughed twice in his deep voice:
"If these people want to order you around or bully you in the future, don't be polite, just hit them or kick them."
"Hey! Brother Yue!" Liu Jiaming was the first to protest.
Fang Zhenyue ignored the monkeys' protests, took something out of his pocket and handed it to Yi Jiayi:
"Also, don't draw circles secretly. This is your office too, you can draw whenever you want."
Yi Jiayi took it and spread the thing out in her palm.
It was a brand new red marker.
...
On the second day after I joined the Serious Crime Unit B office and got the new red pen, a murder happened again.
When Yi Jiayi followed Sir Fang on the police, she quietly put the new red pen into her trouser pocket.
Sitting in the police car, the somewhat nervous policewoman reached into her trouser pocket, tightly grasped the new red pen, and whispered quietly:
"Red pen, red pen, it suits my heart, punishes evil and promotes good, and solves the case smoothly~"