"My mouth is drying up as I speak. Let's go and have something to drink. There happens to be an ice room open at night nearby. Many colleagues on the night shift will go there." Brother Feng said.

When I walked to the door of the ice house, I saw a police car from the mobile unit parked at the door. It should be that PTU colleagues on night shift were also resting here.

The owner of the ice room is in his thirties and is quite handsome. Unfortunately, he is lame because the air-conditioning temperature in the ice room is relatively low. He is also wearing a white coat.

There were indeed several police officers resting in the ice room. Brother Feng was an old acquaintance with them. He greeted them one by one and introduced He Jiahui to his colleagues.

In the ice room, after resting for more than half an hour, I looked at the clock and it was already two o'clock in the morning. Brother Feng stood up and planned to start the second round of patrol.

It was hard to see people on the street, and there were very few passing vehicles. Occasionally, there were night taxis passing by with drunken passengers.

Brother Feng continued to share his work experience: "It's already past two o'clock in the morning, and most people are asleep. Even if a couple quarrels, it won't happen at this time, so we will be relatively free during this period.

However, if someone calls the police at this time, it will most likely be an urgent or important matter, and we must dispatch the police more quickly.

In addition, when patrolling, we must also pay attention to suspicious persons, because many wanted criminals dare not go out during the day and only go out to buy food at night."

As Brother Feng was talking, a man appeared at the corner in front. He was not tall, probably only about 1.65 meters tall. He looked about 27 or 28 years old. He was tall and skinny, with shoulder-length hair. He was not careful.

I thought it was a woman.

As soon as this person appeared, he immediately caught Brother Feng's attention.

Of course, the more important reason is that there is no one else on the street. If you don't pay attention to him, who should you pay attention to?

This man was walking in the direction of He Jiahui, his steps were crooked, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand. You could smell the alcohol emanating from him from a distance.

"It's okay, he's just a drunk. We often see him at this time." Brother Feng said with a nonchalant expression, "Although the nightlife in Sham Shui Po is relatively deserted, the nightlife in Central is very lively.

Many young people go home after drinking in Lan Kwai Fong until two or three o'clock, which is about the same time. Those who can still walk on their own are considered good, but many people just stand on the roadside!"

He Jiahui nodded and then passed the drunkard.

At this moment, He Jiahui frowned fiercely.
Chapter completed!