It is said that Los Angeles Chinatown is the second only to San Francisco Chinatown in the United States. There are a large number of Chinese people gather here, and you can hear Fu Shi dialect anytime and anywhere. At the beginning, I didn’t believe it. I felt it was a bit exaggerated. But when I entered Chinatown, he believed it. At that moment, he thought he had returned to China.∈↗

On the weekends, I saw a full look of Chinese billboards, such as Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, beauty salons and manicures, and travel agencies that handle postponement, 100% of them can pass through the sheltered law firm. The signs of "Chinese in the upper and English in the lower" suddenly hit him with homesickness, and even the exaggeration in the slogan is exactly the same as the treatment of all diseases on the streets of China.

hiss.

Standing next to the Chinatown neighborhood on the weekend, he took a deep breath. Now he finally knew where to eat a bite of boiled fish, but there was a black lady next to him who could not speak swear words.

work.

After leaving his rented single apartment, he finally started his first day of police routine in Los Angeles on the weekend, but he should be able to think about what his daily routine would be like.

"Okay, recently many residents have complained that homeless people will constantly knock on the merchant gates after getting drunk at night, so you must warn those homeless people that similar situations must not happen again!"

"Also, go to Lawrence's house to tell the fat woman that if she is not satisfied with the decoration noise of her neighbor's house and ask her to prosecute her, all we can do is persuasion, not to mention that the decoration of the house does not disturb the public after 11 o'clock at night. Is it necessary to call the police six times in a row during the day?"

In the public office area of ​​the Western Division, Sheriff Preston stood at the door of his office and ordered the key points of today's patrol. When all this was arranged, all the police officers left the office area one after another in black uniforms. At that moment, Preston took another look at the weekend.

"Weekly, you can go to the training ground."

After saying this, Sheriff Preston suddenly remembered something: "Oh, don't forget to do a survey with a sociologist tomorrow, remember, it's not plainclothes."

Of course it is not to wear plain clothes. If a sociologist is willing to spend money to hire a bodyguard in plain clothes, why should he apply for protection from the police station?

He didn't say anything about it on the weekend, and he wore a black police uniform with a new collar and said, "yes-private."

Before leaving the police station, I suddenly found that Preston didn't seem to tell the truth on the weekend. In addition to the civilian staff on duty and the internal staff on the duty schedule today, there was also a police officer in the public office of the entire police station who didn't care much about working hours and was late in apathy. Didn't it say... Is the Western Division full? Why didn't this guy say hello to him without his partner?

“Private.”

When Preston was about to enter the office, the indifferent guy walked over without respect at all and said casually: "Is there any business for me today?"

Preston looked back at him without any reprimanding response: "The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow the homicide department will come to you."

"Then me?" He tentatively tried.

"Except for my management area, you don't allow you to step on any bar in Los Angeles, you can do whatever you want."

What is this called?

It sounded fresh on weekends. A sheriff actually gave the police a holiday directly during working hours and explicitly prohibited him from entering the jurisdiction.

"I seemed to hear you arranged someone to go to the training base just now?" he asked again.

Preston repeatedly reminded: "You, follow me."

"Zhou, take him with me when I go to the training ground."

I couldn't understand it even more on the weekend. The reason why I was asked to retrain was because my shooting skills were so bad. Why did my grandson even have to go to the training ground even if he made such a big spell?

"Hey, newcomer, wait for me." After saying this, the policeman in his forties walked towards his desk.

The man walked towards the cleanest desk in the entire public office area. There was no pen on the desk randomly placed, and all folders were arranged in the file basket alphabetically. Even the computer keyboard was placed in the most appropriate position below the screen without any dust. The chair was inserted between the gaps under the desk.

On the weekend, I turned my head and looked at other people's desks. None of the desks here are compared with his desk. Even when I entered the sheriff's office yesterday, even the sheriff's desk would feel ashamed in front of him...

He went to his desk to get a file and a ballpoint pen with the same color as the file folder, walked to the weekend and said, "Let's go."

At that time, a very strange phenomenon occurred in the police station. Almost every policeman who had not left the second floor looked back at the weekend, which was very strange.

I saw the man walk down the stairs with my own eyes and found that all the policemen on the stairs were making way for him. When the weekend passed, the road that was being made way back to its original state. He could only wait for the person in front to go down the stairs and walk.

No one told who the man was on weekends, nor did anyone say anything to the stranger who just arrived on weekends. When he walked to the parking lot on weekends, he found Adam waiting in the passenger seat of his car.

Beep, beep.

After opening the car lock on the weekend when he took out the car keys, the man got in and spoke when he entered the car and started the car on the weekend.

"My name is Adam. Believe me, you won't want to know any information about me, and you don't want to know me, so it's good to just go to the training ground so quietly, maybe you can play some music."

This weekend I understand this routine. When a person says to you in person, "Please don't imagine an elephant" to you, the elephant will definitely appear in your mind. When he is still a policeman in China, he plays the "reverse guided interrogation" very well. To put it bluntly, it's all the rest. But I didn't expect that one day after coming to the United States, someone will use these things on himself.

"Don't think too much, what I just said is literally. In fact, I shouldn't be continuing to speak." Adam seemed to see something and said this.

When the car drove out of the branch parking lot, the man seemed even more strange in the quiet environment. There were a few random CDs thrown between the driving position in the car and the co-pilot on weekends. To be precise, these things were not him. Since he came to this country, those CDs have been placed there, and he has never heard of them. However, these CDs were almost stared by the man all the way. On the weekends, there were already obvious feelings that he was about to reach out to those CDs...

Obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This man suffers from extremely strong obsessive-compulsive disorder and cannot see anything unreasonable within his eyesight.

"I……"

I felt the man's embarrassment on the weekend, and at the same time I felt Adam was controlling himself with his willpower: "You can do whatever you want." He said the same words as Preston, and the next second, Adam went crazy.

After Adam reached out to pick up the CD, he quickly sorted it out in the alphabetical order of the CD name. When he put the CD back, he found a tissue hidden under the CD. In that second, he reached out to pick up the tissue and wiped all the dust in the position that he could see with his eyes, making the weekend so that he had to hold the steering wheel with one hand. When he was doing these actions, he didn't even let go of the blinds from the air conditioner.

"I'm sorry." Adam apologized, but his eyes were looking at the door on the weekend side, and there were several business cards thrown there in the groove at the door handrail.

"You must be a good detective."

This is the first reaction on the weekend, because Adam has the innate advantage of being a detective, that is, his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and anything unreasonable may become a clue in his eyes.

"The police who can only investigate cases in Los Angeles will only have no cases to investigate... Where is the training ground you are going to?" Adam sighed and immediately questioned the driving route on the weekend.

"Today is the second day I've arrived in Los Angeles."
Chapter completed!