Chapter 34 Section 6 Resignation

It's nine forty-eight in the morning and I'm late. At the sign-in desk, I pulled out my sign-in card separately, tore it in half and threw it into the wastebasket in the aisle——My eyes inadvertently glanced at the place where Old Jim's card should be: there was nothing—I don’t know Where will that card be now? Maybe, that sign-in card has become one of the important evidences of the case. As usual, the Bureau is trapped in "March Busy", even though today is Friday.Neither Handik nor Oulu are in their place - they have their own "busy" too. I don't know if old Jim is going to be the main topic of conversation at some "chat time" these days - the answer should be yes: it will probably be started by someone who was lying in ambush at Froor It may be a colleague at the station, or it may be Peterfield-it is probably a pity that old Jim cannot participate in such a rare and interesting discussion about himself.

The newspaper said that Jim Watson committed suicide because of "boredom." I think it might be more appropriate to replace this word with "retirement."In any case, for me, the word "retirement" probably doesn't have any connection with the eleventh police station in this city—I'm already standing in front of the office of Deputy Chief Issel, Holding my resignation report in my hand. When I knocked on the door, I suddenly remembered the inaugural interview more than half a year ago—although the situation was somewhat similar, I was not nervous at all: it was only when my hand accidentally touched the police badge that I felt a little regret.

I shook my head and smiled self-deprecatingly - this is not the time to be sentimental: "Deputy Director Issel, this is Wenzel, can I come in?" "Oh, Wenzel, I'm waiting for you! Come in." I pushed open the door of the office—Deputy Director Issel had just put down the phone: "Sit down, Wenzel. Huh? Are you here to ask about your long vacation application? It's March now, if you still want to take a big vacation, I can approve it for you right away?" "? But the Directorate General's bonus for that case—you know, they're not that efficient. It probably won't be until May."

"I didn't mean to ask that." "? Oh, then what do you want me for?" Deputy Director Iser put down what he was doing and looked at me in confusion. "I want to resign." I put the resignation report in my hand on his desk. Deputy Director Iser had an unbelievable expression on his face: "Are you kidding me, Wenzel? This isn't a joke?" He seemed to think about it for a while, and then said: "Is it because of the Jim Watson thing? I just got a call from Bureau Six about your smuggling—well, it wasn't that serious of a nature: at least you didn't know about it. And You have made a lot of contributions to this case, at most, I will give you a verbal warning, but I can't get to this point."

He gestured to my resignation report with his hand: "If you are dissatisfied with the bureau's plan, it is best to report it to me directly—in addition, we will also investigate this second-level confidentiality leak. Such things always have a bad impact—this You know that too. Besides, I'm afraid it will involve your bonus, but don't you worry?" "No, I want to resign, not for this reason." "Oh? Then what on earth did you want to quit?—you've done a pretty good job!" "Do you think it is necessary to sacrifice human life in order to solve a case?"

"? What?" Deputy Director Issel obviously didn't understand what I meant. "If necessary," I tried to rephrase my question, "would you choose to sacrifice one innocent life in order to save more lives?" "Of course." Deputy Director Issel replied without hesitation, "This is a question of efficiency!" "Then it is necessary for me to resign." I got up and planned to leave the deputy director's office. "Wait, Wenzel—you don't want your $5,000 General Board bonus?" I didn't even look back: "With the five thousand dollars less, it seems that a few people in the bureau can be reduced or demoted. At least I don't want to watch a tragedy like Old Jim's."

I closed the office door without even saying "goodbye". That's how I ended my career as a police officer.