Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Theft

Everything can be lost, but we cannot lose our conscience, because those lost consciences will eventually turn into stains on others... In the evening of spring, something strange happened in the office of the Cultural Affairs Bureau. Liang Ping, the director of the office who was about to get off work, found that three hundred-yuan bills were missing from his wallet. When I was about to stamp a document that was due to be handed in tomorrow morning, I saw that the director was in a daze, so I was concerned and asked if I was feeling unwell? Liang Ping murmured, "Three hundred yuan is missing from my wallet."

Xiaoge asked: "Was it stolen on the bus?" Almost all office workers have been pickpocketed on the bus, the difference is only the amount. Liang Ping said: "No, the money was still there when I took the money to buy food at noon, and I didn't go out in the afternoon. This thief is also strange. Why did he only draw three hundred?" Xiaoge was silent. Liang Ping said this, proving that the theft happened inside the bureau, and it was related to the innocence of everyone in the bureau. They are all colleagues who get along day and night. Then he took the official seal and slapped the cover, thinking to himself, it doesn't matter if this happened to anyone, but it happened to Liang Ping. Everyone knows that Mrs. Liang's method of controlling her husband's wallet is absolutely authentic, even though Liang Ping's wallet always contains a thousand dollars. About 100 yuan, that's the banknotes that his wife stuffed him for his appearance. When a big man goes out, he opens his wallet.Although the money was in Liang Ping's bag, it was not distributed freely. It is said that he reported the account to his wife at the end of the month, and the final unit of measurement was accurate to the corner.Losing three hundred yuan all at once, Liang Ping must have no way to explain it now.Xiaoge looked at Liang Ping, who had a very upright Chinese face, smoking a cigarette bitterly.Xiaoge handed back the official seal and comforted him by the way: just treat it as a waste of money and disaster relief.Liang Ping smiled wryly.

The next day, Liang Ping's loss of money spread like wildfire in the bureau's office building. Before the matter came to light, the mere three hundred yuan filled the entire office building with a mysterious atmosphere of speculation. Everyone had a servant in their hearts. A hopping rabbit, lest others suspect him, at noon, a few people who usually like to be troublesome came to Liang Ping's side, and put on a quasi-Sherlock Holmes posture to help Liang Ping solve the case. They have analyzed the Cultural Bureau for decades, and there has not been a single theft case. Probably even the thieves know that the Cultural Bureau is an authentic Qingshui Yamen. Even if the safe is broken, the money stolen may not be enough to break the safe. It's hard work; moreover, the people in the Cultural Bureau can be regarded as well-educated. Decades of tranquility have made everyone careless. Usually, everyone puts their briefcases on the table, even if they are stuffed in a drawer, they are not locked.According to what Liang Ping said, the time of the theft was around noon. In the afternoon, there were people coming and going in the office. It was impossible. The specific time was locked during the lunch break. During the lunch break, playing poker in the conference room on the west side of the second floor has been a traditional entertainment of the Cultural Affairs Bureau for many years. The theft happened at this time, and it definitely happened inside. Because the office building of the Cultural Affairs Bureau is a century-old building, it is said that it was the private residence of a certain mayor during the Republic of China. Tall magnolias, spreading wisterias, and bamboos rustling with the wind. After liberation, the Cultural Affairs Bureau moved in. Due to the shortage of funds, the flashy old buildings of the year have shown dilapidated postures everywhere. There are many mahogany stairs. It is cracked and loose, and as long as someone walks around, it will creak and creak. If an outsider comes in to steal the sheep, he will be exposed as soon as he goes upstairs. Moreover, if he is a thief, is it a pot of stealing?How could it be possible to draw only a few?This method can only show that the thief does not want to be discovered, thinking that the owner will not care if he draws a few cards.

Liang Ping listened to other people's analysis in a daze, without saying a word, with a sullen face of suffering. In the end, Liang Ping said cautiously: "It is impossible for our Cultural Bureau to have such a person?" Then I heard the person smile unpredictably and say: "Director, think about it carefully, who left the poker table halfway at noon, or who didn't go to play cards?" This made everyone's heart ache, and they desperately wondered if they had any problems at noon. Leaving the poker table, even if you did, how to justify the few minutes you were away.

Fortunately, Liang Ping could be regarded as magnanimous. Seeing everyone's heads buried in fear of getting angry, he smiled sadly and said: "It is absolutely impossible for such a thing to be done by an insider, it must be an outsider." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little more sympathy for Liang Ping's upcoming wife's meanness at the end of the month. It was noon, in order to ease the tense atmosphere for most of the day, someone called out to play poker, and Xuan Ze, who had been silently drawing in a corner, dropped his pen and said loudly: "I am also one of them." Someone teased Xuan Ze: "You continue Let’s draw great rivers and mountains, plus you will have one more.”

Everyone knows Xuanze better. He is extremely lax in his work. He is still a chief staff member in his thirties. Although his landscape painting is not very spiritual, he is very persistent. He spreads a soft felt on the desk and specializes in Chinese landscape painting. The pen is thick, and it is thrown around, so that no one wants to sit next to him, and the wall next to him is also spotted with colorful spots, and he was criticized by the bureau chief for this, but it has not changed. Very painterly. Xuanze actually changed his habit of painting at noon and went to play poker.It made everyone wonder for a while, when Xuan Ze stood behind others, and when Xuan Ze appeared in the eyes dully, everyone suddenly understood a problem, Xuan Ze was trying to avoid suspicion!Every day at noon, isn't Xuanze alone in the office?

Everyone knew a guess, but didn't say it clearly. When they looked at Xuan Ze again, their eyes flickered a little more. From then on, at noon every day, Xuan Ze yawned again and again, but still reluctantly persisted. Some vague troubles reached Liang Ping's ears: If you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts calling your door. Xuan Ze, why is he so sensitive? Liang Ping knew that everyone was just eager to find their own innocence, wronged one person, and made everyone feel calm.So Liang Ping didn't take what others said seriously, and still talked and laughed at Xuan Ze. Probably Xuan Ze also saw the suspicion in everyone's eyes, and was moved by Liang Ping's knowledge.

After a period of time, this matter was gradually forgotten, but one morning, Liang Ping was very lethargic and looked like he hadn't slept all night. Someone looked at the calendar. The whereabouts of the hundred yuan. Sure enough, around noon, Mrs. Liang called, and it happened to be Xuan Ze who answered the phone, only to hear Xuan Ze say: "I'll call you Director Liang right away." The other side said: "No need, what happened in your office last month Have you ever stolen?" Xuan Ze hurriedly said, "Yes, Director Liang has been stolen. No one in the Cultural Bureau knows about it."

Xuan Ze wanted to drag everyone over to confirm his tone at any time. Mrs. Liang buckled bitterly, Liang Ping smiled at Xuan Ze, and Xuan Ze also responded with a tacit smile. Liang Ping spent another afternoon whispering. At first they thought everything would be calm, but everyone guessed that the three hundred yuan lost by Liang Ping might have been taken away by his son to play a game. How many times do you count the money? A few days later, Liang Ping announced again that he had lost money, this time it was five hundred. There was an uproar in the office, the first time was accidental, and the second time was inevitable. This time, it was exactly the same as the last time. When everyone was discussing, only Xuan Ze remained silent. After the incident of losing money subsided, Xuan Ze had already started his painting career at noon. , No longer watching other people play poker.

After lunch, no one suggested playing poker, and encouraged Liang Ping to just report the case, find out the black sheep in the office, and let everyone live a comfortable life in the past. It’s not good to ruin anyone’s future with just this little money.” As he spoke, he glanced around in the office, and when his eyes fell on Xuan Ze, Xuan Ze was drawing a rock when he raised his eyes and met Liang Ping’s eyes. There is anger and desolation when the pen is in vain. In Liang Ping's opinion, this is the most outstanding stroke of Xuanze's landscape paintings for many years. With one stroke of emotion, a stiff stone will have the vitality of a tiger.

So someone said in a low voice: "No matter who did it, let's stop here. If you want people to know, you have to do nothing. When it is revealed, you will hurt your face and hurt your future." Hidden thief's warning. Liang Ping didn't say a word, just smoking a cigarette, while Xuan Ze looked at the finished painting with a humiliating dull expression. Finally, in order to ease the atmosphere, someone pulled Liang Ping and said, "Let's go, since the director doesn't want to hurt other people's face, let's play poker and relax." Around the poker table, everyone looked at Liang Ping's absent-minded look and thought I think he is unlucky enough, he has been stolen for two months in a row, who is not good to steal from, but Liang Ping, who is suppressed by his wife and dare not show his anger? When going to work in the afternoon, the soft felt on Xuanze's desk for painting is nowhere to be found, and Xuanze is obsessed with the colors on the wall.The young and frizzy Xiaoge asked Xuanze: "Xuanze, are you planning to close your pen?" Xuan Ze said with a stiff face: "Feng Bi, I will play poker with everyone in the future." Everyone knew that Xuanze didn't want to be an innocent suspect, so it was hard to tell, so they laughed it off. Sure enough, Xuanze played poker with everyone at noon. After all, he was a person with some wisdom. After watching for a while, Xuanze played brilliantly. A few days later, one afternoon, Xuanze suddenly claimed that he had lost money. Everyone looked at him questioningly, as if to mean: Did you create a theft case by yourself in order to escape suspicion? So the response was not very strong, only Liang Ping asked a few words in astonishment, probably the same as himself. Everyone encouraged Xuanze to report the crime, but there was a hint of gloating in his eyes. If Xuanze lied about the military situation, the police would investigate and find out. How will you explain it then?Xuanze blushed and kept silent. In the end, as the director of the office, Liang Ping was forced by everyone to report to the police station.Liang Ping could only report his own case. As a series of cases, Xuan Ze was naturally involved. A few policemen came in the afternoon to interrogate some details. Xuanze's theft started, and Xuanze's wallet was fingerprinted. Xuanze stopped playing poker at noon for a few days in a row. When he was sitting alone at the table in a daze, he saw Liang Ping come in, made a phone call, and said a series of numbers in a soft voice: "4, 1, 2, 35." The phone was hung up, and seeing Xuan Ze looking at himself puzzled, he said, "Why don't you play poker?" Xuan Ze said: "It's not interesting, Director Liang has been speculating in stocks recently?" Liang Ping said: "It's speculated a bit, and I asked a friend who is in the stock market every day to help me keep an eye on the market." Xuan Ze said: "Oh, has the stock market fallen sharply recently?" Liang Ping said casually: "My share is still worth it." Then he went to play poker. At noon on Thursday, Xiaoge dragged Xuan Ze over to fill in the vacancy, and Xuan Ze casually asked, "Who went out?" Xiaoge said: "Director Liang has something to do when he goes out." When going to work in the afternoon, Liang Ping came back whistling all the way, entered the office, greeted everyone happily, and smiled brightly at Xuan Ze. Xuanze suddenly thought of the string of numbers Liang Ping had, and felt a little bit in his heart. He picked up the certificate paper and read it in the newspaper. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the stock code that Liang Ping mentioned. I also made several calls with such mysterious numbers. A few days later, Liang Ping came in and called again. It was still a series of numbers, this time it was 3, 1, 2, 2, 5.Xuan Ze asked: "Director, have you bought new shares?" Liang Ping said, "I bought another one." Xuan Ze whirled: "I just don't know anything about the stock market." Liang Ping said: "It's all stock links, and I don't know. I entrusted a friend from a securities company to do it." Xuan Ze said: "That's right, stocks are also based on luck." Liang Ping went out early at noon on Wednesday, passing by In the bathroom, I wiped my hair in front of the mirror. Xuanze followed all the way secretly, and saw that Liang Ping went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things first, which made Xuanze's eyes widen in surprise. Normally, Liang Ping is the kind of person who is willing to take a few extra steps to buy things for a dime cheaper Lord, he is willing to buy so many things in the supermarket! Liang Ping walked for a while carrying his things, and turned into a residential building. Xuan Ze quietly followed, through the door, he heard a woman with a gentle smile acting like a baby, Liang Ping's voice was very warm, not as usual, Xuan Ze raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was exactly 12:25, he smiled quietly, He easily deciphered Liang Ping's password. It turned out that Liang Ping's string of numbers was just a veiled notice to his lover about the date, 3, 1, 2, 2, 5, which meant that he came on a date at 12:25 on Wednesday. Xuanze quietly returned to the game, but due to lack of manpower, the noon poker game did not start. Seeing Xuanze come in with a happy face, Xiao Ge asked him where he went to be happy and happy at noon?Xuan Ze smiled brightly: "I'm not romantic and happy, but I did one thing at noon today, that is, I declared to everyone that I didn't lose any money at all." . "I said that losing money is just the worst way to protect myself. I can't prove that I am not a thief, so I have to include myself in the circle of victims to reduce everyone's suspicion. Moreover, no one in our office has ever lost money." Now, everyone was surprised. Xuan Ze talked about Liang Ping's digital code and Liang Ping's date. Everyone laughed together and said repeatedly: "Our director is really smart. He played tricks to drag everyone to help him prove the money to his wife. It was stolen by thieves instead of being used in Huaxin, high, high!" The office immediately became lively, and the suspicions that had been suppressed for two months were all put down, and everyone talked and laughed without any grievances. Seeing Liang Ping came back in the afternoon, they all fell silent, and occasionally someone would burst out laughing abruptly when someone thought of Liang Ping's digital code. Liang Ping then asked: "What do you remember, laughing like that?" Xuan Zele: "Director Liang, I took a look at the stock market, and there is no such stock as you mentioned. Are you being deceived?" Liang Ping blushed blushingly, picked up the phone, wanted to make a call, but dialed it off again: "Forget it, I'll go to my friend's house to find out what's going on in the evening?!" Pain, endured a smile, and continued to spread the soft blanket. A few days later, Liang Ping went to work with scratch marks on his face. Everyone knew that because of the five hundred yuan, Liang Ping was definitely being bullied by his wife all night.Sure enough, at noon, Mrs. Liang called Xuan Ze angrily, and immediately asked: "Xuan Ze, I heard that you were also stolen this month?" Xuan Ze flicked the paint on the pen and said, "No, who did you hear that from?" The phone over there was shaking, Xuan Ze held the receiver and staggered a bit, seeing Liang Ping looking at him with his mouth open in astonishment, he mocked and said: "Your Madam's anger is not small, it's enough for you. " Liang Ping said: "Xuan Ze, you also lost money, that's great, she thought I was lying to her!" Xuan Ze smiled and said: "I did say that I lost money, was that just a bad move to get rid of suspicion? Later, I figured it out, people, you can lose everything, but you can't lose your conscience, let everyone in the office I followed the scapegoat, so I solemnly declare that I didn't lose the money, maybe you didn't lose it either, maybe you can't remember where you spent it?" There was an awkward silence in the office, and Liang Ping's face turned red.Xuanze flicked the brush, and the ink rhyme was wonderful: "Today's painting is my favorite." Xuan Ze happily called Bei Ke, Bei Ke had heard such a funny ending for the first time, when he answered the phone, he was full of laughter, put down the phone, thinking about Liang Ping's date with the mysterious number, he couldn't help but pay attention Snickering, the psychological patients I come into contact with on weekdays are all very gloomy. It is rare for Xuan Ze to have such a funny ending. When I calm down, I hope that if all psychological cases can end in a comedy like this, how fulfilling I will be? Bei Ke was in a surprisingly good mood, and this day was also surprisingly relaxed. Outside the window, the sun was lying lazily all over the street, which made people feel slack. When he got up, he went to the balcony to water the flowers and plants. It is quiet and happy, with a pale pink face upturned, smiling towards the sun. Bei Ke lay on the sun lounger and sent a funny text message to Jiang Zhong. He didn't reply for a long time. In fact, in the past, Bei Ke was used to Jiang Zhong not replying text messages when he was busy, but this day she Being forced into a panic by An Yi, wanting to drag someone to talk, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Jiang Zhong's number. It rang for a full minute, but Jiang Zhong didn't answer. , Jiang Zhong was dragged away from the bed with a phone by the bureau, and he didn’t return at night. When Becker cleaned the bed in the morning, he found that he had worn the wrong socks in a hurry. Who knew that when he showed two socks of completely different colors How should he be laughed at? It can be seen from this that the case last night was extraordinary. In fact, from falling in love with Jiang Zhong to getting married, Becky's heart is hanging on him all the time. After all, he always deals with bad people in society, including some desperate and ruthless people who catch people. He is doomed to a career that is accompanied by danger . Thinking of this, the warm happiness that was languid in Becker's heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. He picked up his handbag in a hurry and went to the street to stop the car. She ran to see if her river was safe. Da Da ran in the corridor, almost collided with Jiang Zhong who came out with his head bowed. Jiang Zhong looked at her, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You came just in time." Bei Ke slapped him: " Why don't you answer the phone, worrying about me to death?" Jiang Zhong patted his head: "I turned off the bell and put it in the drawer, come with me." Jiang Zhong took Bei Ke's hand and entered the office. Several criminal policemen looked sleep-deprived. Although their eyes were bloodshot and red, their expressions were bright. There was a woman sitting paralyzed on the sofa—Mike. Xi, her eyes were dull, obviously, she was still immersed in a certain horrified scene and did not come out, she was so dazed that she turned a blind eye to the people dangling in front of her. Bei Ke looked at her carefully, she was casually dressed in loose clothes and comfortable shoes, fair face, slender and long winking eyes, full of the leisurely charm of a Tang Dynasty woman, her verdant ten fingers were tangled and twisted together, seeing Bei Ke coming in, Her eyelids only twitched slightly, and she was dazed again. From the conversation between Jiang Zhong and his colleagues, Bei Ke probably knew that last night, after the woman returned home from the fitness club, a couple of men and women died in her living room one after another. This man and woman are acquainted by Mai Xi, a couple, and that man is her lover - Luo Ge. When answering the question, Mai Xi's language was confused, and his thinking was completely devoid of logical thinking in the state of ordinary people. Jiang Zhong looked at Bei Ke helplessly, and Bei Ke shook his head, indicating that there was no need to ask him until Mai Xi regained his consciousness. At this time, the forensic doctor came in and handed Jiang Zhong a document. Jiang Zhong took it over and looked at it for a while, then glanced at Mai Xi: "Did you buy the cigarettes on the coffee table?" Mai Xi nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Can I have a cigarette?" Jiang Zhong handed over a cigarette, she took it, looked at the cigarette, the hand holding the cigarette suddenly trembled, and then she let out a low scream, and the cigarette was thrown to the ground: "He is smoking like this, Laughed abruptly, and then..." "You know why he did that, I don't understand, why do you put cyanide in your mineral water and cigarettes?" Jiang Zhong pressed her eyes coldly: "Love becomes hatred?" Mai Xi looked at him, shook his head, looked back at the back of the chair, and laughed loudly: "I understand, I understand what's going on, haha... I understand what love is, when he loves you, you It is the treasure in his palm, but when this love becomes his burden or even danger, that love turns into hatred. You are just his enemy. I used to be his favorite, but later, he saw me as I have become a bomb in my life that cannot be detonated with certainty, so my life has become an obstacle that he must find a way to get rid of..."