Next, Sir Fang took the two children to take photos with the Public Relations Department. One of the photos, in which three people raised their guns to the camera, was selected by the Public Relations Department Inspector Sir Guo and sent to large newspapers such as the Sun and Moon News as the main headline picture.
The colleagues in the Public Relations Department fully utilized their writing skills and their public opinion and propaganda brains to collect the recent achievements of various departments of the Hong Kong Police Force in one article, and published a report to publicize the efficiency and strength of the Hong Kong Police Force in catching criminals and solving cases.
With a week of continuous reports on the big robbery in newspapers, television and other channels, the atmosphere in Hong Kong was very unusual for more than half a month.
Not only did the image of the police become particularly tall and positive, but the criminals also kept a low profile. There is no way. Ye Yongqian made such a detailed plan. The police could suddenly appear and wipe out the elite criminal gang. Who knows if there are police waiting in the dark when these people are doing things?
Especially recently, the police in various departments of the Hong Kong Police Force are like chicken blood, doing green shoots activities to clean up prostitution everywhere. Every day, the news of the same old case being solved, the uniformed police can run nearly 10 blocks to catch the thief on the street and not let him go... The police are killing crazy, and the criminals and potential criminals are nervous and live in fear. This period has become the best security period in Hong Kong this year.
Public Relations Department Sir Guo was also praised by Jiayi and others. He was so happy that he sent flowers, banners and afternoon tea to Group B all day long.
The reputation of Team B as the "most popular" became known, and even the two young detectives, Liu Jiaming and Gary, looked more impressive and prestigious when they entered and exited the police force.
In the eyes of the public, they seemed to be more handsome and arrogant than the cigar-smoking gangsters in the movies.
There was no way, the great team was in the limelight.
But during this period, Xiao Jiayi had many troubles, because she had a good image, was representative, and was the person who killed the bandit leader. The Public Relations Department continued to ask her to shoot films and videos, and major newspapers came to block the door and wanted to interview her.
She was really overwhelmed. She almost had no time to go to Sister Yan's office to read files and drink black tea. It was too busy and too annoying. She would be recognized even when walking on the street or going out for dinner.
Even if she is not so socially anxious now, she is not a social person after all. She can't wear a mask every day when she goes out. The experience of the past few days has completely dispelled her occasional idea of becoming a big star. No way, no way!
So, on the twelfth day of fermentation, Jiayi decided to change her hairstyle!
When she first sat in the barber shop, she was quite excited and expectant. She smiled and raised her eyebrows and lips, and her mood was stable.
But when her long hair fluttered to the ground and completely left her, she suddenly felt bad in her heart.
There was wind and rain outside the window. The barber cut her hair with a cold face and a broad knife. Jiayi was inexplicably sad
. Sensitive girls should cry when their long hair is gone.
In ancient times, Daiyu buried flowers, and now Yi Jiayi cries for her long hair.
Jiayi thinks that this ritual is very important. Even if she has no tears, she should rub out a few drops, just as a way of saying goodbye to her long hair.
But just as the emotion started to brew, a string of bells hanging on the door of the barber shop suddenly rang endlessly, and five or six strong young men with broken umbrellas and wet by the rain rushed in.
The empty seats on both sides of Yi Jiayi were filled up immediately. As she looked around, she met the eyes of the yellow-haired man on the right.
As soon as the yellow-haired guy saw her looking at him, he immediately smiled and said,
"A-mei is so pretty, even prettier with short hair than Yuan Yongyi. How old are you? Do you have a date?"
Yi Jiayi's tears instantly disappeared, and she touched her face in the mirror: "Is it pretty?"
"Pretty!" The young man sitting on her left was not to be outdone, and he praised her loudly and enthusiastically.
Yi Jiayi smiled and touched her temples embarrassedly. The sensitive and thoughtful nature in her bones was completely suppressed by the wild and casual nature of the authentic old Hong Kong citizens.
Jiayi looked in the mirror and suddenly realized that the yellow-haired guy might be trying to pick up girls.
The barber took off the cloth from her shoulders, stood up, and said with a stern face: "Stop smiling, I'll cut your hair."
The strange young people laughed in good faith and said goodbye to her.
Jiayi shook her head and smiled, handed over the money and left with her head held high.
She was in high spirits, and a word came to her mind: Yuen Wing-yee of Yau Ma Tei.
Smirking, she opened her umbrella, and swung into the rain curtain, and gradually disappeared in the misty rain.
Only a few young people were left in the barber shop, still discussing whether the girl with short hair was prettier or the girl with long hair was prettier.
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The strong wind was still raging outside the window at night, and the weather seemed to become cool and cool all of a sudden, and then too cold all of a sudden.
Jiayi was not used to having her hair cut short. She felt a chill on the back of her neck. She had to pull the quilt up and cover her neck tightly before she could feel warm.
As she wrapped herself tightly and gradually fell asleep in the warm quilt, people were still reveling in another street in the city, in a cubicle with tightly drawn curtains.
The night of heavy rain could not stop the desire. Many people still tried their best to have fun, while others, when these demands appeared in the market, peeled off their rough skin like lychees, revealing the white and juicy flesh, and presented themselves as goods with both hands.
The revelry lasted until the early morning, and those who loved to stay up late began to feel sleepy, and finally fell silent.
People walked out of the red music venue stealthily, making sure that no one was around, and then stepped onto the streets, straightening their chests and raising their heads, no longer shrinking.
Some people walked in pairs, while others walked alone, leaving Portland Street one by one and scattering around.
At around five in the morning, in an old building community on the side of Portland Street, a thin figure wearing black clothes and a black hat, with a black scarf pulled above his nose, flashed out of a building door, and quickly fled amid the continuous low-frequency rumble and the quiet and noisy sound unique to the early morning after the rain stopped.
Only after walking out of this community and onto the street did the figure hold up an umbrella, take off his rubber gloves stained with a little blood, and throw them into the trash can soaked by rain.
The rubber gloves were rolled up in a pile of newspapers. The blood was quickly diluted by the rain and seeped into other garbage and old newspapers, staining the photo of the brave detective published in the newspaper red.
Gradually, more rain flowed into the trash can and quietly washed away the blood.
The gloves were completely washed clean, and the newspapers gradually faded from their bright color to a dark yellowish color.
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The sky in the east was pale, and the early morning rainstorm subsided, leaving only a drizzle.
The sound of raindrops on the windowsill, the daily sounds of residents pouring water, cooking, and the occasional noisy barking of dogs and human voices woke up the whole city.
Today, Jiayi's vacation is over. She put on the raincoat set given by Sanfu, paired with waterproof and non-slip sports shoes, and ran all the way to work.
After cutting her hair short, her temperament has become more refreshing.
Less soft, more heroic and straightforward. Running on the road with a tight package, slender figure, neat movements, it is difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman.
On the streets after the typhoon, many sanitation workers are busy. Cleaning up the accumulated water, unblocking the sewers, sweeping away the leaves knocked down by the heavy rain, and in the lanes with excessive traffic, there are also traffic police to maintain order on rainy days.
Jiayi even saw a young boy, wearing a yellow shower cap, helping an old woman cross the zebra crossing on the slippery road.
When she was deeply moved, she heard a young boy walking on the sidewalk say to the old lady: "Grandma, I want to eat fish tonight, can you cook it for me?"
The old lady replied: "Ah Ming likes it, of course."
Oh, it turned out to be grandma and grandson.
Jiayi couldn't help laughing under the rain hat, rested for a few seconds, and continued to jog forward.
When approaching the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, a branch of a tree on the roadside was broken by the typhoon. Two young people were helping to move the branch to the side, and Jiayi also stepped forward to lend a hand. When she
ran to the police station, her mood became particularly good, not only because exercise makes people secrete dopamine, but also because of the cute pictures she saw on the road, and the self-satisfaction after doing good things to help others.
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After half a month of recuperation, Fang Zhenyue's injury has almost healed.
During this period, the law and order in Hong Kong has improved, and the serious crime squad has become rarely idle. When there are no major cases, they investigate old cases, sort out the logic, redo tests, investigate and visit. In short, there is no need to catch the culprit, and everyone is much more relaxed.
After getting up early in the morning, he walked up and down the steps of the courtyard of his villa and did 100 frog jumps. After driving to the police station, he went to the gym to do 30 one-arm pull-ups and 50 sit-ups. He was sweating all over but felt very refreshed. When he walked out of the gym and turned to the men's locker room, he met Yi Jiayi who was also sweating profusely.
The two people met each other with sweat, and Fang Zhenyue immediately stopped moving forward and nodded at her from a distance, afraid that he would make her jealous.
Jiayi wiped her sweat, smiled and called "Morning, Sir Fang", then turned into the women's locker room and went to the shower area inside to take a shower.
Fang Zhenyue, who tried to keep a distance and was full of defense, finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the men's locker room next door.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped: Eh? Xiao Shiyi seems to have cut his hair short!
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When men gossip, they can make the most gossipy women bow down.
Jiayi washed herself, blew her hair dry, changed into a white sports suit, and walked back to the office of Group B. She was immediately surrounded by Liu Jiaming and others.
"Wow! Sister Eleven has cut her hair short! She's so handsome!" Jiaming exclaimed in praise, "I want to have my hair cut short too."
"You are..."
"Sister Jiayi is so dashing! It would be such a waste not to participate in the beauty pageant!"
"Why did you cut your hair? Are you feeling love-struck?"
"Short hair looks better than long hair! Let's keep this hairstyle from now on~"
"I think it would look better if it was shorter. Jiayi has a good face and delicate facial features. Even if she shaves her head, she is still the most beautiful one -"
"The most beautiful braised egg?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Hey!" Jiayi shouted in protest.
"Hahahaha..."
Everyone was laughing and having a good time, when Fang Zhenyue suddenly walked in with a stern face, knocked on the whiteboard at the door, and stopped them loudly:
"Okay, calm down, the police are on the way."
"Huh?" After all the things Ansheng had experienced in the past few days, Sanfu was suddenly on the way out again, and he was a little confused.
Why the police?
What was the police doing?
"A female corpse was found in Unit 208, Floor 2, Unit 3, Changren Building, Portland Street. She was naked, and her clothes were neatly folded on the left side of the body. She was lying straight on the bed, with fatal injuries in the center of her breasts... Brother Da Guangming came directly from home and has arrived at the scene. Gogogo!"