One day, two days, three days... し0.

On the third day, he stopped monitoring Erkov on the weekend. Not only did he not go, but even Dylan, the subordinates of the weekend, have been withdrawn.

What is he doing?

Drinking coffee leisurely in the office. After having time, he went to various departments of the police station. He would talk about his body shape with the fat black girl in the information room, play games with people from the Internet Crime Investigation Department, and argue with anti-black and anti-drug departments. At the most boring time, he actually went to the weathering team to see those women who had just been arrested and were still posing on the street half an hour ago and the clients who looked annoyed and secretly hated him for not controlling his crotch.

He lived a leisurely life than the police chief, but on such leisurely days, he never dared to take Jisty to even once on the weekends.

Where is Lawrence?

He was as tired as a dog, and his companions got up early and crawled in the middle of the night. He stared at the door of Erkov's house tremblingly. He was afraid that he would come to "Enrique" without watching the bastard. He knew who Enrique was. For this matter, the Homeland Security Bureau directly made a sheriff disappear without a trace. There has not been a clear reply yet. If Enrique is dead, the Homeland Security Bureau will not clear the police station?

He didn't think about why he wasn't afraid on the weekend. Anyway, Lawrence was like a worker who could only put in his energy and could not do clever work, and was busy with dark circles without seeing the sun at both ends every day.

Half a month later, the winter morning was very cold, but this weekend, I rarely wore a cold windbreaker and walked into the elevator of the police station with a cup of hot coffee. The windbreaker was bought by Yoda and bought it online. Brown. Yoda said, "The black windbreaker is too low-key." He wanted to dress his man up a little brighter. For weekends, the color of the windbreaker is not important at all, and it doesn't matter whether there is a windbreaker or not. His suits still took turns to work and never stopped before Yoda appeared. What is important is Yoda's intention. When a woman gains a sense of accomplishment by taking care of a man, the man also gains the satisfaction of his heart.

"week?"

Carl is in the same elevator as the weekend. He sees weekends a bit strange during normal working hours. Generally speaking, weekends are the kind of person who will disappear once a case occurs. He may be at the scene of the crime and may be considering the case, but he will not treat investigation as a job like a migrant worker. This guy uses case handling as a daily routine.

"Didn't you... go crazy with your lover?"

lover.

This is Carl's standard name for the cases handled on weekends, which shows why the Detectives' Office respects the weekend. Although this title is a bit ridiculous.

"I don't understand what you said?" Zhou Zu smiled, leaving no sense of crisis and tension on his face as the enemy is currently on. It usually looks like a conversation between colleagues.

This surprised Old Carl, who was used to being distracted on weekends, was even more surprised. He looked up and down the weekend a few times and finally smiled. The laughter was not understood, but a relief.

"Forget it, I won't talk about this." Carl continued: "By the way, I will hold a retirement party on the weekend, so I don't have to invite you, right? You shouldn't be absent from the last days of your old friend in the police station. Right?"

"Are you going to retire?"

A little surprised at the weekend, it was his first time attending a colleague's retirement party.

"Otherwise?" Old Carl leaned into the elevator and said, "Of course, I have to thank you. If you hadn't pulled me into the police station at the last moment, my pension would have been much less."

The elevator door opened, and the most familiar anti-black and anti-drug department that was the anti-black and anti-drug department on the weekend arrived. Old Carl and he both walked out of the elevator and stood at the entrance of the elevator and chatted: "Carl, why do I feel that when you were in the Western Conference, you told me that you were able to repay the loans for buying cars and yachts, which was like yesterday. How long did you actually retire?"

Old Carl curled his lips very calmly, and the expressions that black people often used when chatting appeared on his face: "I don't want to, you know, I still have so many loans to pay, but this time it won't work."

"The doctor said that in the next time, I should live the life I want to live." He smiled indifferently and patted the location near the ribs: "Lung cancer, stage 3, when my wife chose to tell me about this, I didn't believe it at all. I didn't smoke. When Wood and the others were smoking in the alley next to the Western Conference, I never had me there, but - his - mother - the disease still didn't spare me, so from today on, I smoked." Old Carl didn't seem to take this matter seriously at all!

This person who only becomes silent after seeing Yoda on the weekend had no idea what to say at this moment. He stared at Old Carl blankly, his eyes wishing to see through him directly, wanting to see what the lungs in that part of his body had turned into.

The sudden notification made the weekend forget to comfort him, and this news made him unable to do so.

"What are you afraid of? I'm talking about me, not you." Carl said secretly happily when he started the weekend. "Do you know, this retirement is a real retirement, and the pension is a lot of money. Pablo's guy who looks like a gang leader asked the police station to take out a lot of money, in the name of commending my contributions to the city over the years. In fact, he was afraid that I would not be able to repay the loan after I left, and the bank would take away the car, house and boat."

"I made money. I didn't go to the shift you need to go to for as long as you need to go. I didn't die in the bullets flying around the streets. When I was lying in the coffin, I didn't have a bullet hole or a scar on my body, and I could cover the national flag."

The conversation was still the personality of Old Carl. He mixed everything in jokes and said that there was no dissonance at all, but he couldn't laugh at the weekend. In fact, at this second, he wanted to refuse to attend Old Carl's retirement party, because he was afraid that the day would be like a farewell ceremony.

"Uh, don't tell others, except you and Pablo, I haven't told anyone, nor do I plan to tell anyone about it. That's it." He might have thought today's weekend was too boring and turned around and left.

Carl walked into the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. When he looked over with his figure, Pablo nodded unnaturally. The rest of the people were still joking with Carl because he was a person who could afford to joke.

Next, I found that on the weekend that compared to human nature, death is actually more uncontrollable.

Nowadays, medicine can make people freely choose whether to accept the arrival of a new life, but they never control the departure of anyone. When this person wants to leave you, whether it is a disease, accident or killing, or any way, people, as smart creatures in the world, have never been able to resist it, and sometimes, sometimes they don’t even have time to say goodbye, and they will never see each other again.
Chapter completed!