Lao Yue's reminiscing eyes were unusually similar to Lao Zhang's, mixed with fear and horror. What could make these old detectives, who had seen a lot of blood and faced the boiled heads, show such a look. I'm curious.

Lao Yue swallowed and spat and continued to say jerkyly: "When I walked to the second room, which was the room of the girl who was nailed to the wall, there was a line of bloody footprints on the ground that went straight to the window. I followed the bloody footprints and walked to the window. The footprints were large in size and were clearly those of a man. I crouched down and looked closely at the bloody footprints. Suddenly, a "bang" gunshot. Although the sound of the pistol was not loud, in the silence of the night, the sound of the gun was like thunder. I jumped up from the ground all at once, where did I shoot?

A detective replied, "It looks like it's upstairs." "Before anyone else could react, I pulled out my gun. I rushed out, and the others pulled out their pistols and followed me towards the elevator. This building has more than a dozen floors, and we are on three floors. When the elevator reached the top floor, another gunshot rang out. Even though it was in the elevator, we could still hear it clearly. When the elevator doors opened, we rushed out of the elevator like a wind.

Bang, bang, bang. I was so anxious that I ran along the gunshots on the rooftop of the rooftop, except for the sound of my big leather shoes hitting the marble floor, and then the sound of my breathing like pulling a bellows.

We ran up to the rooftop and found a person, a corpse to be exact, at the entrance to the rooftop. It's Chen Dong, no wonder we didn't see him from the moment we entered the hotel. I was shot in the forehead, and I was shot several times in the chest, and I don't know which shot killed me, and there was blood and brains flowing around me. Several criminal policemen who had just graduated from the police academy immediately threw up. I don't know if it was because I ran or because I saw Chen Dong's body.

Several veteran detectives opened the safety of their pistols one after another, and the cats scattered in the dark to search. I immediately ordered: "Don't mess around, follow me and search two meters apart, pay attention to safety." ”

The detectives followed me and slowly searched forward, and we found the edge of the building until we found Lao Zhang, who was already unconscious. At that time, he was covered in blood, and a few inches long cut in the back of his head. It took a week of first aid before I woke up. In his hand, he was still clutching a strip of cloth. It was a very popular cotton cloth at that time, dyed with tiny flowers. Later we found women's pajamas of the same texture in the mall.

Sent Lao Zhang to the hospital, and I reported to the bureau. The bureau could not afford such a big case, and finally the secretary of the municipal party committee issued instructions overnight to solve the case within a time limit.

We mobilized dozens of people to cordon off the Su'an Hotel. Inside and out, it was like a sieve to search the inside and out of the Su'an Hotel several times. There are no clues.

Chen Dong's autopsy results showed that the bullet that killed him was fired from Lao Zhang's gun. A total of five shots were fired, two in the front and one in the forehead. Two more hit the roof tank, and the warheads were found. Chen Dong was killed on the spot, and the hospital did not rescue him at all, and was directly sent to the morgue. In addition, those bloody footprints were confirmed to be Lao Zhang's footprints.

Speaking of this, Lao Yue pointed to his head and said to me: "Half of the white hair I have now is from those days, and they are all in a hurry.

It wasn't until a week later that Lao Zhang finally woke up. But it was better for him not to wake up than to wake up, because what he said made everyone think that his brain was broken and he was talking crazy. But I believe him, not only because he is my subordinate, but also because Lao Zhang is a good criminal policeman.

I asked, "What did Lao Zhang say?" ”

"They said he saw a ghost." Lao Yue said.

No, a director of the Public Security Bureau. An old policeman and an old criminal policeman who is over half a hundred years old actually told me such a long ghost story here on a sunny afternoon on a quiet weekend.

If there is one word to describe it, it is more appropriate to use the words I just learned from Jingjing, which is that my brain "crashes".

There was a moment of silence in the study. The afternoon sun poured into the room like a waterfall of warmth, but I didn't feel the warmth at all, on the contrary, I felt a burst of coldness from behind.

Bell bell bell ....... A hurried phone ringing shattered the silence. Lao Yue picked up the phone, I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, Lao Yue hung up the phone and said to me: "Something happened, a fuel tanker truck hit a bus at the highway intersection." Dozens of people died, and I was going to the scene. You go to accompany Jingjing, and tomorrow you report to the criminal police team. Before you go to the Criminal Police Academy, let them train you, don't go there and don't understand anything. Those who can go there to study are the elite of the public security system. ”

I hurriedly said, "Got it, Uncle Yue, you pay attention to safety." ”

Lao Yue changed into a police uniform and went out.

Jingjing jumped in, and I asked, "Are you a rabbit, why do you keep jumping up and down?" ”

Jingjing slapped me and said, "You are the rabbit spirit, what did my dad say to you." ”

I said, "Your dad asked me to go to the National Criminal Police Academy. ”

"What, National Criminal Police Academy? Isn't that going to Beijing? Jingjing said in surprise.

"I don't know, I don't know where the school is." I replied.

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nbsp; "Daddy went too far and got you so far. What did he say? Jingjing complained.

"I said that my education is too low, and I want to study more, and I also said that it is a kind of orientation training, and I will return to our Sujing after the training."

"You've been talking about this for so long?" Jingjing asked.

"Oh, your dad told me a ghost story." I answer honestly.

"My dad told you ghost stories....... Wang Chongyang, I'll take you to the hospital. They definitely didn't heal you last time. Jingjing said nervously.

Until we walked to the shopping street, Jingjing always touched my forehead, and then touched her own forehead, suspecting that I had a fever.

We live on a planet with 71 percent oceans and 29 percent land.

And this 29 percent of the land feeds 6 billion people, and it is still very rich. I don't understand why people have to gather together, huddle together to live in such dozens of square kilometers, and further condense into this commercial street of less than one square kilometer. The condensed Buddha air is not enough, and I don't understand. Usually if you touch a woman's breasts, thighs or any other position, the women will call you a hooligan, and many will slap you back and give you a resounding slap.

But right down the street, my arm had touched the breasts of at least a dozen women. But no one complained. Almost every time it passes by. It's all turned into a rubbing of the chest.

Friend, do you want to rub a woman's boobs reasonably, come to the shopping street. It will be where your dreams come true.

Thank you for your support yesterday, the landlord will work hard. Thank you again, about a book friend who said that Wang Chongyang was written as a memory recovery, with invincible magic skills, and then laughing at the city, there must be no bridge. However, Wang Chongyang will do it in another way or with his own strength. A more reasonable way. Not everyone in this world will cross.

Thank you all for your support, thank you.

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