Galileo State Bureau of Investigation, Office of the Bureau of Dissertation.

Carl took a day off yesterday to buy a house. Today he received a notice that the office of the Yishui Bureau was to move to the backyard, near the newly built office building near the Nanyuan Canteen.

The Ministry of Justice and the Chief Commander's Office have been fighting.

Just like the emperor in times of crisis, he suddenly supported the illegitimate son who was wandering among the people who were worthy of being a prince in the palace. Under his favor, he directly threatened the interests of other princes.

There is no need to change offices for the special bureau. Just get more funds approved, as the image project will only arouse more nonsensical jealousy.

The illegitimate prince wears the most gorgeous python robe, which is inappropriate and will only make a joke.

But Carl cannot resist but can only obey, otherwise others will say that he is arrogant because of his favor in the strange situation.

The more you are in the limelight, the more you have to bow your head and act.

Human evil is actually boring. It does not curb itself and encourages itself, but can achieve the goal of lowering the average by attacking and persecuting others.

Even if you have made great achievements, you have to pretend to be indifferent to fame and fortune, worry, modest and cautious, so that you will not cause dissatisfaction or jealousy...

Carl shook his head and cleaned up quietly.

There are a lot of information on the table and they are placed one by one in the moving cardboard box given by the administrative department.

It's like being fired.

"What should I do if these strawberries..."

The naive girl, Teresi, held up the thick glasses at the bottom of the beer bottle and looked at the two neat rows of strawberries on the shallow railing outside the windowsill.

She planted these strawberries last month and were well cared for and had already been budged.

For those who farm, abandoning the fruits of labor is a sin and being used to feeling distressed.

Last time she entered the Sea of ​​Universe to train, the small tomato and pepper planted outside the window still asked the clerk in the service hall to help water it.

This little girl is quite interested in Avis, who has a good appearance and a dog-like personality. She has asked Teresh, the most approachable (weak) in the strange game.

A tall, handsome and seemingly rich dog, that little girl who is just beginning to fall in love is not rare.

Thinking of the front desk girl, Tracy asked: "Boss, we moved out. Where is this office? Who uses it? The strawberry has not yet produced any fruit... I want to ask the little sister in the clerk to take care of me."

"No one is used for the time being, maybe the Ministry of Labor will send someone in next year."

Carl carefully flipped through the neat information on the document shelf.

From the admission documents he moved to this office on the first day to the application for approval of Marco's admission authority, everything is available.

It's like an end, not a beginning.

Moving home with a box is more like being fired than moving to a new house.

For some reason, Carl previewed the bleakness of being cut in advance.

"I don't know if there is a small windowsill in the new office..."

Teresi muttered in a low voice, carefully cleaning up the mess on her desk.

"fool!!"

Suddenly, Avis jumped in at the door. While everyone was not paying attention, the primary school student used to attacks and stomped his feet and shouted, scaring Teresh to death.

"Wow!" The naughty girl was frightened and couldn't fuck Avis, so she angrily vented her dissatisfaction with Aigou on the mouse and keyboard A4 paper on her hand.

"Don't you take Marcol to watch the interrogation? It's over so quickly? The clown James and the Internet super-powered crime Joseph, and the interrogation is not over yet because of Joseph's joining."

Carl packed the whole box of heavy information, pointed to the sealing tape, and signaled to Marco to hand it over.

Three of the five rats in the military warehouse theft case were arrested.

The clown and Internet mice, who had already been examined almost the same, became more valuable to be examined because the bomb thief joined the luxury detention center package.

Ivis took the rebel Marcole and finished watching the show and was very excited.

Just watching the show, I forgot to popularize interrogation skills and legal knowledge, which led to Marcole's mind being over after watching it, leaving no trace. He only felt that Inspector Raymond's bald Mediterranean was really shiny.

"What do Marcole feel?"

Carl "wipe the trick" a few times, sealed the box, folded another box, and put the computer and keyboard in it.

"Sense... enlightenment... no, oh..."

As soon as the dull wolf cub Marco said nothing, Avis called him to the back of the head. His voice was crisp and beautiful, and his head was indeed extremely solid, just like his unreliable master.

Avis Humakol's movements are exactly the same as Carl's moves taking Avis to handle cases.

The inheritance of culture is always surprisingly similar.

A simple and crisp slap, the force and special angle on the back of the head, can actually achieve the magical effect of pouring knowledge into the brain!

This is the truth that Avis has been called thousands of times, so he has to pass on the craft of Carl's back of his head to Marco without reservation.

Then it was passed on to descendants by Marcole.

The descendants are endless!

"Now you have it."

After using the magic method of slapping the back of the head, Aigou forced the rebels to give birth to his insights.

“What…?”

The dull man asked back, obviously the moment just now didn't work.

"Insights! Don't you have many insights to tell your father No. 1?"

Aigou waved his hand desperately at Carl.

“No…”

Marcole decided to be more tactful and add a period before it, not ten thousand years, but rather a model and a section chief, so he can be short of it, and he can not read the word "temporary" to respond to changes.

Avis let out a "ah da", reached out to hook Marcole's thick neck, pressed it down, and asked, "Speak quickly! Will you make a move? Will you make a move!!"

"What to do..." The stranger endured the urge to transform and improved his "sand sculpture resistance" day by day.

"Tap on the move! Otherwise I'm not polite! Do you want the head to fall to the ground? Do you want to trick it? I'll twist your dog's head off in one go!"

"Brother, you ask!" Marco was pinched and his face turned red and his neck was thick, but unfortunately he couldn't break free.

Avis' biceps were full of strength, and it didn't seem like a joke. He twisted his head and went into the tea room...

After a while, he came out as if nothing had happened.

Carl knew that Aigou was responsible for his actions and was not worried about something, so he continued to pack calmly.

Tracy felt compassionate and asked weakly: "Has he asked?"

"I didn't ask." Ai Gou also pulled open a cardboard box, threw the messy pieces on his desk, and swept his long arms into the box.

"Hey, damn boy, have you remembered it? The secret of interrogation, do you want to demonstrate it to you again?"

Aigou raised his strong cell phone and shook the biceps on it.

"No need! I know!"

"Well, if someone asks you next time, just say it, you're just sluggish! In this way, others will easily misunderstand me and I won't teach you anything!"

Aigou threw the messy cardboard box aside and opened another one.

"So what are you doing in the tea room?" The naughty girl Teresi was about to vomit.

"Cultivate his sense of interrogation." Avis pretended to be serious.

"You mean... using illegal and irregular offices involving torture, you have been forcing the suspects to do something, but you will never ask questions. When they can't stand it, they will naturally pretend to do something?"
Chapter completed!