Suburb, Shikoku Island Special Section.

Bai Shihui was sitting in a small room at this time, and in the room, apart from the chairs, only the table in front of him was the largest.

He tried and made mistakes before, and he didn't die.

The bookmark naturally kept his word, agreed to his request, and let him participate in the matter.

Or rather, bookmarks are happy to see this.

Because the special class had clear regulations before, people outside the special class were not allowed to take the initiative to investigate strange incidents.

Otherwise, in the course of the investigation, there are some mentally unstable supervisors, and it is easy for them to coerce ordinary people into trying and making mistakes.

So, what is the difference between this kind of behavior and a murderer.

And...

In the long run, let alone investigating strange events in special classes, it is easy to give birth to the feeling that ordinary people are ants.

Although, it is.

But the special class is to be the umbrella of human beings, not to be a villain.

Bai Shihui sat on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows. He picked up his cup and took a sip of his coffee, looked at the clock next to him, it was already two o'clock in the night.

Thinking about it, he put his gaze back on the table again.

On the table, there are files. These files are all information on people who have been killed by "ghost calls" in recent hours.

The archives are densely stacked together, from left to right, directly filled.

Before, Bai Shihui would still count, but now he is numb.

A few hours ago, when he saw so many files, his heart was filled with panic. Even if you have been a police officer for so many years, you have seen gangsters kill people in front of you.

Can...

When human life became a file, stacked on top of each other, his heart trembled.

So many people have died, and society is still at peace. Even ordinary people don't know what's going on.

This gave him his first glimpse of the energy and power of the special class.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

"Hello Shiraishi Police Department...", a little girl came in, she was smiling, holding a stack of files in her hand, and placed it on the table, "This is the number of new deaths in the last half hour, I put it here for you." ”

Looking at the little girl's smile, Bai Shihui silently did not speak.

He had asked the other party before why so many people were still laughing, but the little girl just glanced at him coldly.

Now he won't ask.

If every weird event happens, so many people have to die. The person who worked in the special class had long since become numb.

Right now...

When human life becomes a number, isn't he already a little numb?

However, Bai Shihui still stopped the little girl in front of him, and he asked silently, "How many people have died so far?" ”

"The known death toll is 1,362." The little girl looked at Bai Shihui, who was pale and haggard, "Is there any more questions?" ”

"Nope."

The door was shut, and Bai Shihui picked up a file again and began to check it.

According to the bookmarker, this weird only kills certain people who follow the rules, which means that among these dead people, there will definitely be similarities.

Shiraishi didn't doubt it, because this was the experience of the special class for so many years of investigating weirdness.

It's just that he hasn't seen anything similar to him after a few hours of going through the files.

Not to mention, there were all ages of these people who died. Judging from their experiences, they are also very different.

Is it in terms of gender? Shall not all mankind die?

Bai Shihui knew that there must be some similarities in this, but he didn't find it.

Of course...

As a policeman with a keen sense of smell, Shiraishi also discovers strange places.

He arrived at the special class from nearly eight o'clock last night. It's been six hours now, and he's read almost a few hundred files.

Bai Shihui found that people in their 50s and over 50 years old accounted for more than 50 percent of the deaths.

In addition, teenagers between the ages of 12 and 17 account for about 20 percent.

The remaining thirty percent are people of other age groups.

Maybe...

Can you start with the age aspect, first find out the files of the old people, and find their similarity?

After all, it is very difficult to find similarities from more than a thousand files, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In addition, a lot of information is useless, but you have to look at it, which leads to a lot of information that is not used in your mind.

Even, he didn't know what worked and what didn't.

Because it was the first time for him to participate in such an extraordinary event, he had no experience at all, and he was no different from a newcomer.

Thinking about it, Bai Shihui began to act.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Bai Shihui's eyes were red and bloodshot. He subconsciously wanted to take a sip of coffee, picked up the cup, only to find that the coffee had already been drunk.

He couldn't help but yawn, I don't know if it was the first yawn.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

This time, it was not a little girl who came in, but a middle-aged man in civilian clothes.

"You are?"

"Hello, it's the Shiraishi Police Department in Kochi City." Receiving Bai Shihui's response, Akimura smiled slightly, "I'm Akimura from Nanguo City, and I have the same position as you. ”

"Akimura?" Bai Shihui looked at Akimura's face, feeling a little familiar, and suddenly remembered something, "Akimura Hang?" ”

"You know me?"

"Of course, the story of your heroic rescue of the hostages from the kidnappers at the Akimura Police Department has been circulating in the headquarters." Bai Shihui was slightly surprised, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was confused when I read the information, and it took me a long time to recognize you." You're my senior, so I didn't expect you to come to the special class. ”

Shiraishi Hui and Akimura Hang, although they didn't know each other before, they had only heard each other's deeds. But both of them were transferred to special classes, so they naturally had the feeling of companionship.

The two didn't greet each other for too long, and they both knew that the matter was urgent.

And Akimura Hang was transferred to replace Bai Shihui, after all, it is impossible for Bai Shihui to sit here twenty-four hours a day to read the information, and he has to rest.

From the Akimura port, Shiraishi Hui also understood clearly.

In addition to them, there are several police departments who have also come to the special class, all of whom are experienced and have a keen sense of smell.

After handing over the work, and by the way, handing over the ideas he had written down in his notebook to Akimura Hang, Shiraishi said goodbye to the other party.

There are places to eat and places to rest in special classes.

So without a clear investigation into this strange incident, he couldn't leave.

After Bai Shihui ate breakfast in the cafeteria, he didn't go to rest for the first time, and his mind was full of files about yesterday.

It's just that even after a night, he didn't find anything similar.

"White Rock Police Department."

Hearing the familiar voice, Bai Shihui looked up and saw that it was the little girl who was in charge of handing over the file last night.

Before he could speak, the little girl handed him the things in her hand.

Under Bai Shihui's puzzled eyes, the little girl said bluntly, "This is a relic that your wife gave to the special class last night and belongs to your father-in-law and mother-in-law." ”

"Thank you." Bai Shihui took the things, and when the little girl left, he opened the wrapped silk cloth and found a post-it note in his wife's handwriting.

"My dear, yesterday the people from the headquarters and I went back to our hometown and took away all my parents' things. I stayed in my hometown for one night, and when I got up in the morning to clean my room, I found a diary of my father embedded in the wall, hoping to help you solve the case. Come on! (ฅ´ω`ฅ)”

Seeing Yan's expression, Bai Shihui smiled warmly. He put the post-it note away and looked at the journal in his hand.

The diary in front of me is old and rough, full of a sense of age.

Thinking about it, Bai Shihui didn't open it for the first time, but returned to the lounge that belonged to him.