At ten o'clock in the morning, in the first conference room of the economic investigation detachment, two national security staff were counting the relevant materials related to Tongcheng Road and Bridge, Chen Qing assisted them in cleaning up the information, and Lin Feng and He Waner were called to the office by Chu Yiming to explain the situation.

As soon as Qin Qian appeared, He Guan'er was in a daze, because his head, which had not slept for too long, was more like a paste filled with evaporated water, and he couldn't stir it.

But she could still understand the meaning of Chu Yiming's words.

In short, the case of Tongcheng Road and Bridge, which she had just sorted out, was about to be taken over by the National Security Bureau, because something similar to a crime notice appeared on a foreign website, pointing to the fifth anniversary of Gyeongju's promotion to the municipality, and the C1 and C2 sections of the inner ring reconstruction project will have "big things happening".

C1 and C2 happen to be the two bids won by Tongcheng Road and Bridge, that is to say, the two bids of Tongcheng Road and Bridge may involve violent terrorist attacks, and it is not known whether there are foreign forces involved.

After the communication between the public security and the national security, all investigations related to Tongcheng Road and Bridge were taken over by the national security department, and the national security conducted the investigation together.

She, a young journalist who does not have the identity of a police officer, will naturally be excluded. Even, Lin Feng and Chen Qing could not fully participate, and it was said that they could only provide some peripheral help.

He Wan'er was very unwilling, but he knew that he had no skills to return to heaven.

When the case involves public safety, the lives and safety of the uncertain majority, and the possibility that foreign forces are stirring up trouble, with the thunderous means of national security, this case will no longer be a petty fight by external surveillance.

As for An Ruoyu, who behaves strangely and is suspected of sabotaging the project, it is very likely that he will be controlled as soon as possible.

What He Wan'er is most worried about is that once An Ruoyu really has any substantive actions that endanger the country and public security, it is really hard to say when he will see the light of day again after he is controlled by national security.

And what He Wan'er wants to verify through An Ruoyu's mouth is likely to never have an answer.

After Captain Chu and He Guaner briefly explained, they were called to the Municipal Public Security Bureau by a phone call.

He Wan'er was still standing in place in a daze, Lin Feng patted her shoulder, his eyes were full of worry: "This matter has reached this point, and it is not within the control of the detachment." You take the opportunity to take a good rest, maybe the national security received fake news, and then they will withdraw the case, and we can continue to follow up. ”

Coming out of the office, He Wan'er saw Qin Qian looking at the end of the corridor at a glance.

He leaned back against the window, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and after hearing the sound of the door closing, he glanced sideways at He Wan'er, and then turned his head indifferently.

He Wan'er stood still, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat, but after a few deliberations, he finally walked up to him.

Qin Qian seemed to have expected her to come over, and his face was not shocked.

"Qin Qian, long time no see, how are you doing?"

He Wan'er's opening remarks made her feel pale and powerless even when she heard it.

Qin Qian raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were alienated and indifferent: "He Wan'er, you really meet everywhere in life, I heard that you didn't become a policeman?"

He Wan'er stood in place, silently subjected to his prickly questioning.

After that accident, she never saw Qin Qian again, and she didn't know that he had actually arrived in Gyeongju and entered the National Security Bureau.

"You...... How did you get to the NSA?" she bit her lip and insisted on continuing to talk to him.

His gaze finally fell on her face, passed it lightly, and then said lightly: "Who are you?

He Wan'er moved his lips, not knowing how to answer.

The untimely meeting of the old people made her feel a little at a loss, and she seemed to be even more embarrassed than when she first met Qin Qian ten years ago.

Qin Qian stared at He Wan'er a few times: "The case is important, and it is best to avoid idle people, and don't stay." ”

There was a bit of mockery in his voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the conference room without looking back, leaving only He Wan'er with a straight back.

He Wan'er sighed lightly and collected his chaotic thoughts. When he turned around, he found Lin Feng standing behind him.

Lin Feng really couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, and explained sneeringly: "I didn't mean to listen to it. ”

"I know. He Wan'er hung his head to hide his low mood.

Lin Feng wanted to persuade her a few words, but after thinking about it, he didn't know where to start, and finally said without a beginning: "You and Lao Qin were so good at the beginning, why are you now...... Alas!"

He Wan'er lowered his head and retreated to the wall, his hands propped on the window lattice behind him, as if to support himself from falling.

After more than ten seconds, she looked up at Lin Feng: "Senior brother, I beg you for something." ”

"What?" Lin Feng hurriedly asked, in just one week, he "worked" with He Guan'er, and he admired this excellent junior sister more and more, and now because of the intervention of national security, He Guan'er's report was in the soup, and he couldn't bear it.

So, if you can, help a little more.

He Wan'er stared straight into his eyes: "What I told you this morning, don't tell Qin Qian for the time being, okay?"

Lin Feng subconsciously took a breath of cool air, and his face was embarrassed: "This-it's a big deal, I'm sorry, I can't do it." ”

His answer was expected by He Wan'er, but she was unwilling to give up.

He Wan'er's eyes were full of pleading: "Then, senior brother, say it half a day later, okay? I only need half a day, please." ”

Lin Feng's brows were locked, and his expression was extremely entangled. After a few minutes, he lowered his voice: "It will take an afternoon to hand over the materials here, what do you want to do, hurry up." ”

In October, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the mountain city was still hot, and the air was a little distorted.

On Namyu Avenue in Gyeongju's Namyu district, the giant panda mascot is being dismantled and replaced with a giant flower basket to celebrate the fifth anniversary of Gyeongju.

On the side of the road, He Guaner watched the workers build pots of flowers into shape, until they were a little dizzy from the remaining sun.

She hurried over to the shade of the tree and rubbed her ears.

She hadn't slept for almost sixty hours straight, but she wasn't tired at all.

Her mind no longer has time to care about the question of whether she needs to rest or not, but is occupied by the names of old people and past events.

"An Ruoyu......" she muttered, looking blankly at the intersection.

She was waiting for an opportunity, but she didn't know if she would have such luck today, and she didn't know if Lin Feng would show mercy.

She had been waiting for more than three hours from noon to now, and the temperature outside was obviously close to thirty degrees, but she didn't feel hot.

Her hands were colder than in winter, and she remembered how she felt when she touched her father's cold skin that year.

He Wan'er raised his hands and looked at his pale fingertips and slightly purple fingernails.

The dim purple is also like a corpse spot precipitated on his father's body.

When she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see the black-and-white autopsy report: "The deceased He Shaoyang had two gunshot wounds on his body, one bullet entered from the middle of the inner right thigh and exited from the popliteal fossa (crook) of the right leg, and the other bullet entered the ...... from the top of the left temporal area of the head."

The bullet that hit his father was fired from his own matching gun. While he was fighting a fugitive, the fugitive fought with him for a gun and was killed when the gun accidentally misfired.

And the person who killed her father, faced with a desperate situation where there was no way to escape from the siege, finally committed suicide by drinking bullets.

It seems to be an unexpected event, but it is extremely strange.

A criminal who was sentenced to death in the first instance of drug trafficking was shackled at the beginning of the second trial and escaped from the courthouse while the bailiffs were unprepared. He evaded the tracking of Tianyan, evaded the pursuit of the public security, disappeared for two days and one night, and then reappeared in the police station where his father was on duty.

A fugitive, instead of going to the mountains and old forests to hide his name and not trying to disappear into the sea of people, ran to the police station, and even risked taking the gun from the only policeman with a gun in the office at that time.

What is the motive behind such a strange behavior, with that person committing suicide in fear of sin, there is no way to verify.

He Wan'er had an idea that made her feel cold.

Perhaps this strangeness has something to do with a name that my father mentioned before he was killed.

Zhuo Anran.

She still remembers the first time her father told her about Zhuo Anran.

It was the second semester of her third year of high school, and in April, which was extremely tense before the college entrance examination, her father, who was usually relieved to let her go alone, suddenly came to pick her up for self-study next night.

From school to home, less than 500 meters away, Dad suddenly had a sentence without a tail: "Xiaoxiao, Dad can't protect you for a lifetime, when you rely on yourself in the future, you must, must, you must remember, if there is a person named Zhuo Anran, you have to stay away from him." ”

"Who is Zhuo Anran?" she asked naturally.

"You don't care who he is, you just have to remember that once you hear the name, you must run as far as possible, and don't even look back. ”

Under the street lamp, she had never seen such a heavy sadness and fear in her father's eyes.

After that night, he never mentioned the name again. A month later, my father was killed.

He Wan'er raised his head and held back the tears that were about to fall.

She still didn't listen to her father after all, he kept her away from Zhuo Anran, but she kept looking for the secret behind that name.

In the past eleven years, she has never been so close to the name Zhuo Anran, but after having a little clue, it came to an abrupt end.

If it was someone else, she might be able to get a little bit of news, or let Uncle Chu help her inquire.

But it was him.

Qin Qian.

She wanted to comfort herself that this person had nothing to do with her, but when she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see his bright smiling face.

This person will never show mercy to her subordinates, and even because of the events of the past, he will have great prejudice against her.

She knew that begging him wouldn't help, so she had to choose to be self-reliant.