"You don't seem to have any issues, could it be that your psychological problems are more hidden?" In the backyard of the police station, Du Qiang stroked his chin with a puzzled expression, sizing him up and down as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Su Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Brother Qiang, aren't you a criminal investigator? Are we really this idle? Aren't there any cases for us to handle every day?"
To be honest, not counting the other departments, just the criminal investigation unit, he always had the feeling that Du Qiang seemed quite idle. Almost every time he came, he could see him in a kind of loafing state.
"Nonsense, your Brother Qiang has plenty to do, you just haven't seen it!" Du Qiang protested, feeling that as a criminal investigator, he was indeed important. He was the backbone of the police station.
"Really? Captain Zhao just said that recently our criminal investigation unit hasn't been that busy? What exactly are you doing?" Su Qing asked curiously.
