Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 117

[Chapter 117 Born Perverted (22)]

Yao Lu sincerely looked forward to Song Que’s suggestion, but Song Que said, “You should work harder to get promoted. After you get promoted, you will be less likely to go out to the field. Who dares to dislike your lack of quickness?”

This is what Song Que said . Well, if it came out of Du Feng’s mouth, Yao Lu would hit him in the face with a pillow. Du Feng didn’t know this hidden differential treatment, and looked at Song Que with a confused expression, thinking that he was joking with Yao Lu, and couldn’t help thinking that Song Ge would be joking too?

Seeing Yao Lu’s disapproval, Song continued: “I think we can handle a few more major cases together, and this can be done.”

Yao Lu paused, and suddenly felt that such a statement was not so mysterious. But why should he care about this matter, is it any good for Song?

Song Que said: “When you can lead the team, I want to be in your team. I don’t like to work with idiots. One Du Feng is enough.”

Du Feng: “…”

Thank you?

Yao Lu: “…”

This is where you start to imagine the future?

At this time, both Du Feng and Yao Lu felt that Song was just joking. After Song took them to solve several major cases, they began to realize that the other party was real.

Song, however, likes solving cases and the thrill of being on the edge of danger. If he wants, he can be the leader himself, but he doesn’t want to. If he had to pick one person from the bureau to manage the team, he wanted someone who could sense his danger. It’s a little annoying to be stared at from behind with eyes, but it’s like another layer of locks he put on himself, and he can dance with confidence when he is in shackles.

Song, however, stubbornly resisted for a while on the verge of turning a sideline into a full-time job, and in the end did not let his small psychological clinic close down. The front desk of the clinic changed a few times. But under the encouragement, he started business writing. She rarely contacted Song Que proactively, but when she met on the streets of Nanjiang City, the round-faced girl would still wave her hand excitedly and call out “Doctor Song” enthusiastically.

Consultant Song and Doctor Song, these are the two identities of Song Que, and also the two pursuits of Song Que. The life of the police station perfectly satisfies Song but’s thirst for danger and excitement, but sometimes it makes Song feel lost. At this time, the identity of Dr. Song can calm Song’s mind. As a doctor, he wants to help those who are sick like him and overcome the disease. Putting on the white coat, the bottom line in my heart is clear.

With the rapid detection of a case, Song is also a well-known figure in the police station. Yao Lu and Du Feng were promoted faster as he expected, creating a comfortable team for him. It’s not that Song doesn’t know how to go around in circles and work within the rules, but sometimes when he gets angry, he just wants to do whatever he wants, so tired Yao Lu keeps following behind him to tidy up his tail, and Yao Lu is so angry that he threatens to fire him every day. out of the team.

Today is no exception. Yao Lu was grabbed and scolded by the director for a long time. She returned to her team’s office with a sullen face, drank three glasses from the water dispenser, and cursed Song Que for three minutes.

The new police officer is a little girl. Although she has been criticized by Song Jue several times, but because of Song Jue’s face, the little girl abruptly turned these piercing criticisms into the teachings of her predecessors. At this moment, he asked Du Feng a little worriedly: “Brother Du, what did Brother Song do again? Seeing how angry the boss is, won’t he let Brother Song come?” The

little girl’s worry is not out of nothing. After all, Song Que usually came early at this time, and the table that belonged to Song Que was always empty today.

Before Du Feng could speak, another young man approached: “You don’t understand, this is Song Ge’s exclusive holiday.” The

young man came two years earlier than this newcomer. He is a straight man who can’t be more straight. Song But there was no halo in his eyes. So when he was just getting started, when he was ridiculed every day for his flawless appearance, he gritted his teeth against Song Quehen. But after two years, Song was really conquered by his ability, and now he can still convincely call Song Ge.

The little girl also wanted to ask about the exclusive vacation. Yao Lu, who was very angry, came over. The three chatting instantly dispersed, all of them staring at their computer screen without squinting, only their ears quietly perked up. .

Yao Lu walked to Song Que’s desk, took the folder and smashed it a few times, and said while smashing: “I make trouble all day long, and I will take a holiday when I make trouble, and I know that I will wipe your ass! Sooner or later I will!”

When she said this, she found that everyone next to her turned to look at her, and seemed to want to hear how she would do one day.

The little girl was even more worried, her brows furrowed. The two next to him were calm and calm, and the young man said, “I’ve been here for two years, and the boss has said this for two years, but Brother Song is still very good – full of energy.” The

last word is definitely not a compliment.

Du Feng thought about Song Que’s appearance when he was handling the case, rubbed his temples with a headache, and said, “For five years, I have never seen Sister Yao do anything to Brother Song, so she took advantage of Brother Song when she was not losing her temper, so as not to become a psychopath. .” The

little girl’s worried eyes changed, she looked at Song Que’s empty table, and seemed to have some admiration.

Song, who was heatedly discussed by several people, went home.

Because of the exceptionally high case-solving rate, Song was given some special treatment. He had no demands for money, but only asked for vacations.

In addition to visiting his parents, he went home for the research in Xu Changping’s hands. Xu Changping retired from the police station two years ago and devoted his remaining energy to the study of the brain and crime. Song Que’s vacation was basically spent here. He followed Xu Changping to do research, and Lance, who was far away in country a, also provided him with a lot of help.

Humans are the most complex creatures, and exploring the role of each component is beyond the ability of ordinary people, not to mention what Song wants to do is change. In the past few years, although the research has been fruitful, it has not greatly contributed to Song Que’s goals.

Xu Changping looked at Song but frowned and flipped through the data, and couldn’t help but persuade: “Xiao Song, this kind of thing can’t come in a hurry, sometimes you just need a little inspiration, don’t push yourself too much. Die, it’s better to solve your personal problems when you have time.”

Song pushed his gold-wire glasses, and wanted to pretend he didn’t hear Xu Changping’s words, but Xu Changping was the elder he respected the most, but Song had no choice but to take off his glasses and said, “Uncle Xu, I really just want to focus on scientific research. And you know my situation, if I don’t solve this well, if I suddenly go crazy one day, wouldn’t it hurt other girls.”

Xu Changping is not the first time to mention this matter. Now, I was mentally prepared for his attitude, but I couldn’t help but mutter at this moment: “I see you are fine, I really want to say it like this, most people in this world are a little wrong and don’t want to get married? And those It looks like a normal person, and there are a lot of people who kill husbands and wives after marriage, how can you be worse than others?”

Don’t look at Xu Changping’s concentration on research now, when he talks about these things, he is still talking about it, and he always feels like a human being. It takes love to get better. Song is so good and restrained now that he has not been affected by those bad genes and degenerates. In Xu Changping’s opinion, Song Yang and his wife gave him a lot of credit when he was a child. But Song is old now. He leaves his parents to work on weekdays, and he doesn’t stay with his parents all the time as he did when he was a child. Obviously, he needs another person to care for him, and he also has to learn to care for others constantly.

To be honest, Song felt that Xu Changping’s theory was quite reasonable, but he really couldn’t afford someone’s life at will. He is a man who has no past and may only stay in this world for decades or years.

But this is not easy to tell Xu Changping, but Song can only pursed his lips with a stubborn look on his face. Seeing his expression, Xu Changping knew it was not good to persuade him any more, so he could only sigh.

Xu Changping patted him on the shoulder: “Don’t get too involved, remember to rest, your aunt urged me to go home for dinner, I’ll go first.”

Song nodded, but after Xu Changping left, he threw himself into the experimental data again .

How to change those stubborn nervous systems? After the change, is this person still himself?

These messy questions kept flashing in Song Que’s mind, causing him a headache. Song put down his pen in a compromising manner and lay down on the table to take a nap.

He didn’t want to sleep, he just wanted to close his eyes and get those chaotic thoughts out of his mind for a moment of peace. But as soon as his eyelids were closed, he couldn’t open them, as if he had dropped a thousand jins, and he suddenly smashed into a bizarre dream.

The scene in front of him is unfamiliar and familiar. He has never been to such a place. In the dream, these backgrounds are blurred. He can’t see any concrete objects or decorations, but he knows that this is his room.

There was a man in the room, sitting in front of a glowing machine. Although he was sitting all over, unlike stretching his body when he was standing, Song knew that this was a tall and thin guy.

The whole scene seemed to change from a different angle, but Song saw his half-profile – like the background, blurred as if it had been mosaicked out of the profile. But Song reacted strangely, this is a teenager.

Everything that followed inherited the weirdness at the beginning of the dream, but Song obviously couldn’t see any clear pictures, but the plots in his mind jumped out one by one. The teenager was writing something similar to a program. Of course, both the way of writing and the things he wrote were different from the current level of technology, but Song just explained the teenager’s behavior in a way he could understand best.

The teenager created an intelligent program, which is used to cure diseases. If you want to cure diseases, you must put your mental body into it, which is a very dangerous behavior. But the teenager still disregarded the dissuasion of others, and went to the field to experiment.

Song woke up from his dream.

This dream didn’t have any thrilling content, but it made him break out in a cold sweat, and he was extremely weak, as if he had been drained of energy by something.

Is this inspiration? Or memories?

Song didn’t want to have fun, so he didn’t want to rashly define this dream as a memory, but first defined it as an inspiration to deal with.

Song was banging on the table, thinking about why he was using an intelligent program to heal his illness. He couldn’t help substituting it into himself, but Song was a genius, but a genius also has a talent field that he is particularly good at and other common fields that he is good at in general. Their performance in the ordinary field is excellent, and the performance in the talent field is amazing. In order to overcome this unparalleled problem, intelligence and excellence are not enough, it often requires a bit of aura and amazing performance.

So, does this workaround work?

The brain, as an objective reality, determines the personality direction of a psychopath, but it is too difficult to change the brain, and the whole body is affected by one stroke, and the treatment of diseases often becomes fatal. And starting from the brain, what they have to do is often not to cut, but to repair, to create. This is less like the work of a doctor, more like the work of a creator.

[End of This Chapter]