“他找我有什么事?”警察局长问。“他说是私事。”“他出狱有多长时间了?”警察局长的秘书看了看手上的卷宗。“拉杰·马利克—他是六周前出狱的。”局长纳雷什·库马尔站起身来,把椅子往后一推,在办公室里走来走去。每当他遇到难题,需要认真思考的时候,他总会这样做。多年来,他已经相信了一条真理—嗯,几乎是真理吧—在办公室里不紧不慢地走上几步,这对身体是一 “What is he looking for me?” Asked the police chief. “He said it was a private matter. ” “How long has he been released?” The police chief’s secretary looked at the files on his hand. “Raj Malik - he was released from prison six weeks ago.” Secretary Narrez Kumar stood up and pushed his chair back and forth in the office. He always does this whenever he encounters a problem and needs serious thought. For many years he had believed the truth - well, it was almost truth - taking a few steps in the office, which was one for the body