1天,极冷。暗灰色的天空仿佛一块冰冻的石板般悬在头顶上。警车呼啸着穿过闹市区,出城,奔向十七公里外的小鸭岭。刑警队长欧光慈似睡非睡地靠在副驾驶座上,听着警员小郝声情并茂地叨叨那家近来碰上的几桩倒霉事。而警员大马和范小美在后座上窃窃私语,声音压得很低,时不时爆出一阵哈哈大笑。终于,欧光慈忍无可忍地爆叫起来:“你们都给我闭上臭嘴,让老子好好想想问题!”车子里沉静了一下,突然笑成一片。 1 day, very cold. Dark gray sky like a frozen slate hanging over his head. Police cars roared through the downtown area, out of the city, toward the Duckling Ridge seventeen kilometers away. Interpol Captain Ou Guangci sleep on the passenger seat sleeplessly, listening to the police officer Xiao Mau angrily gossiping that recently hit a few unlucky things. The police Malaysia and Fan Xiaomei whisper in the back seat, the sound pressure is very low, burst from time to time burst burst of laughter. Finally, Ou Guangci intolerable cried: “You all give me a stench, so I think about the problem! ” The car was quiet for a moment, suddenly laughing.