The two monitors who were derelict in their duties last night were dragged out like this by other colleagues, yes, they were dragged out, under Fang Zhe's gaze.

He didn't know what the so-called "redemption" group was, but it was probably not a good organization, otherwise the reaction of those two people would not have been so violent.

There are only six people left in the room, and the conversation continues.

Peng Zhizhuan said that he couldn't bear it anymore, although Zheng Siming didn't get angry and didn't make any moves, he felt that he was almost out of breath by an invisible pressure.

Runaway people, so terrifying?

Fortunately, he is only a peripheral surveillance, and is not responsible for monitoring those who are out of control with a particularly high danger level.

"What time was the body found? Let's talk about it in detail. ”

Zheng Siming was already sitting on the sofa at this time, and he didn't look at Peng Zhizhuan, his eyes didn't know where to look.

Peng Zhizhuan and the other three members of the monitoring team he was in charge of all had a feeling of panic at this time, and they stood there motionless, like the scene of facing the devil instructor during military training.

"At seven o'clock this morning, when the cleaning staff in charge of this old city was cleaning, they found three high school students lying at the entrance of Building No. 2 next door, two of them had no vital signs, and the other was in a coma and had been sent to the hospital for treatment.

After Peng Zhizhuan finished speaking, he hurriedly took out an information document from the table, and there were three photos on the document.

He first pointed to the people in the two photos and said: "These two are brothers, and the thin one is called Lin Hanfei, who is the elder brother." The fat one is the younger brother, named Lin Hanxiang. They and the boy in the other photo are students at Longshi Senior High School, and the three of them are in the same class. ”

"This is called Yuan Wei, that is, the student who survived, and is currently placed in the central hospital and protected by special people."

"Through testing, the brothers were both beaten to death, in the same way as the victim who happened in Room 403 of Building 2 two months ago, but one thing is strange is that the high school student named Yuan Wei did not suffer any injuries, he just fainted due to excessive shock."

After the report, Peng Zhizhuan stood quietly in place, rubbing his hands and waiting for a response.

Zheng Siming was still looking at the documents carefully, but Fang Zhe asked directly: "The runaway person lurking in Building 2 should not have anything directly related to the three-bed patient we want to investigate, right?" The symptom of the three-bed patient is a fetish for the remnants, and the deceased should not be beaten to death. ”

Zheng Siming put down the file, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Peng Zhizhuan squeezed out a smiling face, wrinkles immediately formed around his eyebrows, he glanced at Fang Zhe, and quickly turned his gaze to Zheng Siming and asked, "Investigator Zheng, who is this?" ”

Without waiting for Zheng Siming to reply, Fang Zhe said directly: "Newcomer, but at the same level as him." ”

Zheng Siming smiled, and Peng Zhizhuan smiled brighter than him: "Oh, hello, hello." ”

Despite his suspicions, the rookie investigator looked immature, but he was still respectful.

Even if the other party is out of control, then it is not easy to offend. And in the processing bureau, there are not no young first-class investigators.

Fang Zhe nodded, and then continued: "We are here this time mainly to investigate the three-bed patient, as for the out-of-control person in this No. 2 building, there is a clear instruction from above for us not to interfere. So, where did the surveillance officer who disappeared in the morning disappear? ”

Peng Zhizhuan was a little embarrassed, he looked at Zheng Siming, but found that the expression on the other party's face was the same as his own, and he was also very embarrassed.

"This..."

"Let me tell you clearly, we are here to deal with a three-bed patient, and his danger is much higher than that of this runaway who broke the building, and if you continue to delay my work, I will also transfer you to that "redemption" team. ”

Hearing Fang Zhe's words, Peng Zhizhuan was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, don't." The three groups of missing colleagues disappeared in the morning at Wanlong Commercial Plaza. ”

"And then?"

"And then ... And then the goal is lost. ”

When Peng Zhizhuan answered, his hands were still rubbing back and forth, a bit like using his hand as a grater, and the other hand was a carrot that needed to be peeled.

Fang Zhe turned his head to look at Zheng Siming: "I think this guy really has to throw away that "redemption" group." ”

。。。。。。

Zheng Siming was dragged out of the building by Fang Zhe, and Fang Zhe also knew that this guy wanted to deal with the runaway people lurking here.

It's just that Yang Haixin clearly explained that if the patient in bed No. 3 is not directly related to the out-of-control person in this building, then there is no need to intervene.

After all, the out-of-control people here may have the ability to control the "Magnetic Domain", although Fang Zhe didn't know how terrifying the so-called "Magnetic Domain" was.

However, judging from the fact that there are so many people coming in and out of that building, it is enough to explain some problems.

The runaway person lurking in the building has not left, but so many professionals have come in and out but have not found their location, and even received a "surprise gift" from the runaway person early in the morning.

This case is very tricky.

Can you hide or stay away...

The car started, looking at Zheng Siming, who was a little unhappy, Fang Zhe said helplessly: "We have to follow Yang Haixin's instructions first, I know you are a veteran, but there are some things that don't be emotional." I promise you, once the No. 3 patient is related to the out-of-control person in this building, I will definitely watch you deal with it alone, and I will definitely not stop you, okay? Be happy. ”

Zheng Siming tilted his head: "I thought you would say, deal with it with me." ”

Fang Zhe looked ahead and said calmly, "I'm not sick. ”

The car drove into the underground parking lot of Wanlong Commercial Plaza, and after noon, the two planned to finish lunch before looking for clues about the three-bed patient.

The people from the three teams of "Eagle Eye" No. 1 to No. 3 teams, who were in charge of tracking, were also called over by Zheng Siming, and they should have been on their way to gather.

When the two of them were on their way to the elevator, Fang Zhe suddenly asked curiously, "What exactly is the "redemption" group you are talking about, and why are those two people who have been arranged to go over so resistant?" ”

Zheng Siming thought for a while, and then replied seriously: "Each department has a special team dedicated to performing various tasks, such as the 'Redemption' team, which is under our command and operation department. The team members are almost all death row prisoners or members of serious violations of organizational discipline, and this team is a death squad composed of this group of people. Their task is generally to be responsible for superficial contact with the out-of-control, to investigate the behavioral quirks and abilities of the out-of-control person, and to put them into use, almost ten deaths. However, those who survive will be given the right to permanent custody and will not be executed. ”

"Maybe it's a kind of redemption or a relief for them?"

Zheng Siming has always had a question mark in his heart about the last sentence he proposed.

Fang Zhe nodded, this time he finally understood why the two people before reacted so much, if it was him, it was estimated that Xia Ran would be called out directly.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and many people came down, and when they all got off, they walked in.

Zheng Siming pressed the number key "5", and then leaned against the innermost end of the elevator with Fang Zhe.

When I got to the first floor, the elevator door opened, and many people crowded in.

Suddenly, Fang Zhe smelled the smell of smoke, and he found a middle-aged man in front of him holding a cigarette, chatting and laughing with his friends beside him.

Smoke soon filled the narrow and closed elevator, and most of the people looked at the middle-aged man with dissatisfied, but they dared not speak out.

The man with the cigarette seemed unaware that his actions had caused trouble to others.

Fang Zhe's brows furrowed, because the smell of smoke and the laughter reminded him of Yang Haixin, an annoying guy.

Thinking about it, he glanced at Zheng Siming and glanced at the other party, but the other party was just stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

Then, in the elevator, there was a sudden sound of shortness of breath.

"Oh... Huh. ”

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and found a young man behind the elevator looking very pained, holding his throat while exhaling desperately with his mouth.

His chest rose and fell violently, his face was flushed, and Fang Zhe looked like he had just finished a thousand meters in the sports meeting.

Zheng Siming reacted at this time, he hurriedly grabbed the hand of the young man beside him nervously, and shouted worriedly: "What's wrong with you, Ah Zhe?" Asthma again? Is it because of the smell of smoke that you have an asthma attack? ”

He hurriedly asked the people around him for help, and was very panicked, "Who can help call 120?" My friend has severe asthma, and if he is not taken to the hospital in time, his life will be in danger! ”

Immediately, a well-wisher in the elevator took out his mobile phone to dial the number, and there was a lot of discussion for a while, and the spearhead was pointed at the man who smoked.

The man's face was a little unbearable, he hurriedly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his foot, wanting to say something concerned to hide his uneasiness, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

When the second floor arrived, the elevator door opened, and the man was still at a loss, his friend grabbed him and hurriedly walked out, fleeing without looking back.

The smell of smoke dissipated a little, and the sound of rapid breathing stopped in an instant.

Everyone watched, and the people in the elevator were surprised to find that the young man, who was still in great pain just now and seemed to be suffocating, instantly returned to normal.

Zheng Siming stretched out his slender fingers and pulled the hand of the person who dialed the hospital number: "Thank you, no need to call, he's fine." ”

Then, Fang Zhe showed a very kind smile: "Yes, I'm fine." ”