I always set such lofty goals and then give up to take a nap instead… Remember to stay safe! Here’s Chapter 3!
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Arthur stumbled and staggered when he entered the door.
Mr. Allen, the candidate for the suspect mayor, couldn’t help but laugh.
Arthur blushed and sat down, hurriedly, putting the papers on the table, and holding them upside down, he stammered, “I, I’m the first day at work.”
Before the interrogation started, the interrogator was suppressed by the momentum of the suspect, which was almost unheard of.
The people who looked out the window couldn’t bear to look at him. Someone asked Steven: “Is this quality of the new recruits? He is qualified? You ask a rookie to interrogate the old fox politician.”
Steven did not ridicule or scorn, glanced at the doubter beside him.
At this time, they heard that Mr. Senator, who had always been tough, non-violent and uncooperative, laughed. He softened down and said, “It’s okay, kid.”
For him, who is nearly forty, Arthur in his early twenties is too young.
Arthur still looked so immature, clumsy, not to be afraid.
Alan was actually willing to speak. Originally, he had always stated that the lawyer would not speak until he came over. He was a veteran who had been in officialdom for many years. They took turns in battle, but they couldn’t open his mouth.
To the astonished colleague, Steve said calmly: “He is the first in this period of recruits.”
Arthur said shyly and honestly: “I actually don’t know exactly what kind of case this is. I only got this file twenty minutes ago. Can I read it for a while?”
Alan smiled and shook his head: “Please.”
Arthur has actually read it twice, but he still pretended to be serious and opened the file openly so that Mr. Allen could see it.
Time passed slowly, and the room was so quiet that needles fell, only the sound of Arthur flipping through the files.
Alan really had nothing to do. The soft sound of the paper flipping was like a feather scratching his heart. He inadvertently saw the person in the old photo, and he heard the young inspector inquiring and curiously thinking about the dust. Twenty-year name: “Borant…”
These few syllables seem to have peculiar magic power, quietly blowing away the dust in the memory.
Several hours of surveillance and interrogation kept him in a very tight state. Now he relaxes inexplicably, slightly moving.
Arthur asked tentatively at this moment: “Can you tell me what Brandt is?”
Allen glanced at him, perhaps because Arthur was too similar to Brandt back then, or perhaps the question didn’t seem to matter. He said, “Brand… is a very good person.”
Arthur said: “From the photo, he looks smart and handsome, a beautiful boy.”
Allen seemed to be in sorrow of remembrance, but said, “This picture is not as good as his own. He is a very smart boy. As long as he takes the exam, he is definitely the first in our class… …”
Speaking of this, he seemed to feel contradictory, paused for a moment, and said: “Well… he is the smartest and stupid person I have ever seen in my life.”
Arthur asked really curiously: “Will he not get along with his classmates?”
Allen leaned back in the chair, with his elbows on the armrests, turned slightly to his side, resting his cheeks in his hands, in a relaxed posture.
He seemed uncontrollable, and said: “When he first entered school, we couldn’t see that he was a child who came out of the slum. He told us frankly that his mother died when he was a child, and he was with his father. In life, his father is a car repair worker. Because of his excellent grades, he was dug into our school by our principal with a high scholarship.”
Speaking of this, he seemed to feel contradictory, paused for a moment, and said, “Well… he is the smartest and stupid person I have ever seen in my life.”
Arthur asked really curiously: “Will he not get along with his classmates?”
Allen leaned back in the chair, with his elbows on the armrests, turned slightly to his side, resting his cheeks in his hands, in a relaxed posture.
He seemed uncontrollable, and said: “When he first entered school, we couldn’t see that he was a child who came out of the slum. He told us frankly that his mother died when he was a child, and he was with his father. In life, his father is a car repair worker. Because of his excellent grades, he was dug into our school by our principal with a high scholarship.”
Arthur said: “But it sounds like you don’t hate him.”
Allen lowered his eyes and said, “Why? When you met him at a fast food restaurant, you didn’t have time to feel embarrassed, but he laughed at you, raised his hat, like a little sun, smiling and Say hello, no one will hate that smiling face.”
seems to be able to test further, Arthur asked: “… is he your friend?”
Alan is very keen, which touched his vigilance line, he immediately closed his mouth and looked at Arthur.
Arthur looked harmless and quite innocent.
Someone knocked on the door.
Allen’s lawyer has arrived, and he won’t say a word again.
Arthur came out of the interrogation room and returned to Steve’s side. He wondered about Steve’s face nervously, not knowing whether he was satisfied or disappointed.
After warming up, Arthur began to adapt to his new job. He is now full of curiosity about the truth. He is eager to try. He wants to show his skills and let his boss see his skills. He proactively asked: “I think we should meet Bai Rand’s father?”
Steve: “Do you know where his father is?”
Arthur is like a child who was picked by the teacher by raising his hand to answer questions in class, his eyes lit up, and he ran away quickly: “I’ll check it now!”
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