Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 227 Who wrote so many self-criticisms?!

After Director Meng and his team finished their meeting, Lin Yue led a group to Qin City to assist with the investigation.

The surveillance team in Wanxiang Village continued to monitor the situation covertly.

Because of his eye injury, Zhuang Yanzheng was not only unable to participate in operations, but could do very limited things. He could only sit in his office, unable to even see the maps of Qin City and Wanxiang Village.

I'm sitting in the office, feeling anxious and helpless.

Before going to the cafeteria at noon, Su Miaoyi planned to ask Zhuang Yanzheng what he wanted to eat and bring it back for him.

As soon as I arrived at his office door, I heard a loud noise coming from inside.

Su Miaoyi immediately pushed the door open and went in, only to see Zhuang Yanzheng bent over rubbing his knees, with a stack of documents on the table all overturned.

As she walked inside, she assessed what had just happened.

After his leg hit the chair next to the table, he then pushed the documents on the table over with his hand.

"Are you alright?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"It's nothing." Zhuang Yanzheng touched his knee and took two steps back. "Who put the chair here?"

"It seems I put it there last night, but I forgot to put it back," Su Miaoyi said, her voice sounding somewhat weak.

Zhuang Yanzheng took a deep breath and said nothing.

Su Miaoyi put the chair aside and then looked at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng straightened up: "What are you doing?"

"Can't you see clearly or can't you see it?" Su Miaoyi looked into his eyes. "Can't you see this chair at all?"

"I could see a little bit, but I didn't notice it when I was walking out," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi remembered what Yan Cheng and the others had said, looked into his eyes, and then waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Zhuang Yanzheng: "I can not only see some of your strength, but I can also feel the airflow."

"Oh." Su Miaoyi looked at him again, and seeing that he wasn't lying, she squatted down to pick up the documents. "There aren't any confidential documents, are there? You can see them all, right?"

"Who put the confidential documents on the table?" Zhuang Yanzheng didn't move. He felt that not moving or causing trouble was already helping.

There were several folders, and the contents of one of them were scattered.

She first placed the remaining cards on the table, then picked up the ones scattered on the floor one by one.

She didn't notice it at first, but then she saw Qin Leyan's name and subconsciously looked at all the papers in her hand.

The stack of papers was very thick, and Qin Leyan's name was signed on the back of almost every four sheets.

Su Miaoyi picked up a piece of paper and looked at Zhuang Yanzheng: "What is this?"

Zhuang Yanzheng's eyes were lifeless as he turned to her: "Did you do this on purpose when I couldn't see clearly?"

Su Miaoyi felt a little apologetic and put a stack of papers into a folder on the table: "This folder is full of Qin Leyan's self-criticisms."

Hearing her words, Zhuang Yanzheng slowly raised his left eyebrow and said, "Not only this, there are two other folders with the same thing."

Su Miaoyi didn't believe it, so she opened all the folders and looked inside. Sure enough, there were two folders with the same thing inside.

She suddenly felt her vision go black.

How much did you write?

Zhuang Yanzheng chuckled: "This is just a paper version; it was originally an electronic version."

Su Miaoyi's expression was quite interesting.

Who would write such a self-criticism?

She accepted the fact in two seconds, then casually picked up two copies and looked at them.

One was a self-criticism that the rush to apprehend the suspect was too aggressive, leaving others behind and ignoring orders.

The other one is a self-criticism for putting chili powder in the teacups of the marching team?
[I shouldn't have devised a plan to lead the others to successfully catch the murderer without communicating with the captain. I shouldn't have harbored resentment towards the captain for putting chili peppers in his teacup when he was prejudiced against me and scolded me instead of praising me. And I shouldn't have been caught laughing while he was choking on the chili peppers.]
Su Miaoyi couldn't believe what she had seen; she read that passage over and over again.

After reading it, he flipped to the back to read the person who wrote the self-criticism. He even tapped the three characters "Qin Leyan" with his finger.

I suspect it was glued on later.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Yanzheng heard the sound of her fingernails scratching at the paper. "Destroying evidence?"

Su Miaoyi put all the self-criticisms back: "Why did you put all the self-criticisms away? You didn't copy mine, did you?"

Zhuang Yanzheng: "My self-criticism is second to last, and yours is last. Have you ever heard of the second to last person copying the last person?"

“Mine has to be number one, no matter what. Whoever comes in last place should be number one,” Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng chuckled again: "Before you came, my self-criticism was ranked last. After you came, I became second to last."

Su Miaoyi glanced at him sideways.

After I finished looking at him, I realized he couldn't see me.

"How can there be so many self-criticisms?" Su Miaoyi suddenly felt overwhelmed; there were just too many. "Why don't I see anyone else writing them now?"

Zhuang Yanzheng blinked slightly and said, "Because back then, the way we were educated was by writing self-criticisms. Brother Zheng was third from the bottom."

Su Miaoyi: "Did Team Leader Lu ask you to write this? Who is he? Was he the former team leader?"

"Yes." Zhuang Yanzheng nodded. "Lu Xian."

"Lu Xian." Su Miaoyi repeated the name, completely unable to recall him, having no recollection whatsoever. "He's the detachment leader, and you're the deputy detachment leader?"

"Yes."

"What kind of person was he?" Su Miaoyi tried to recall.

Zhuang Yanzheng thought for a moment and then remained silent.

Just when Su Miaoyi thought he wouldn't say anything, he finally spoke: "He has a very short temper, is very upright, and a bit stubborn. I came up from a lower-level police station as a deputy detachment leader. They thought I was a relative and have always disliked me."

"And then?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“Then you came,” Zhuang Yanzheng said, “and my life became easier.”

Su Miaoyi's lips twitched twice: "Am I also a nepotism case?"

“You look like someone with a lot of connections,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “You completely outshone me.”

"Qin Ting doesn't seem like it at all."

"You got in on your own merit," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"I knew it!" Su Miaoyi said with a smug expression. "Then why did you say I was a nepotism hire?"

Zhuang Yanzheng remained silent.

Su Miaoyi understood.

As long as her father is Qin Chengyuan, she has to put in more effort than others to gain recognition.

Lu Xian's integrity and stubbornness may also be reflected in this place.

I won't show favoritism to anyone based on any relationship; on the contrary, I can't stand such behavior.
After a few seconds of silence, Su Miaoyi looked at Zhuang Yanzheng: "I've already taken the damage for you, did you say thank you?"

"Did you say thank you when you first reviewed what I taught you to write?" Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"No wonder we came in last place, now we know why."

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

"Where is that detachment now? Where were they transferred to?" Su Miaoyi asked. "You're the detachment leader now, so he must have been promoted too."

Zhuang Yanzheng's lips moved slightly: "Isn't it time for lunch?"

Su Miaoyi glanced at him and didn't ask any further questions: "Well, what do you want to eat? I'll bring it up."

"Get me something to cool down, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay." Su Miaoyi slapped a stack of self-criticisms on her hand, startling Zhuang Yanzheng, and then walked out of the office.
(End of this chapter)