In the car, Zheng Siming suddenly slowly looked at Fang Zhe and said, "Have you heard of the supernatural event?" ”

Fang Zhe rolled his eyes: "I've only heard about the rollover incident, can you take a good look at the car in front of you?" ”

Zheng Siming hurriedly tilted his head back, and then said very seriously: "I don't want to scare you, but the magnetic field of the runaway person itself can indeed cause similar supernatural events to occur." ”

"Some people with a higher danger level will emit their own magnetic field bands, and then drive the surrounding magnetic fields, thus causing extremely strange things, which we call 'magnetic domains'. The danger of this kind of runaway is that they can manipulate the magnetic domain at will, and once they fall into the magnetic domain, it is equivalent to being at their mercy. ”

"However, the number of such out-of-control people is very small, and there are only a few cases found so far, and most of them are not in our country, you can rest assured."

may think that Fang Zhe is a newcomer, so Zheng Siming forcibly comforted him in the end.

"Magnetic Domain, Magnetic Band."

Fang Zhe has been exposed to these words, and Yang Haixin said that there is an accurate radar detector in the company, which is specially designed to detect the approximate location through the magnetic bands emitted by the out-of-control.

In fact, everyone has a magnetic field, in other words, it is also called aura.

Some people's magnetic fields are in line with each other, and they can see the right eye at a glance, and some people's magnetic fields are inherently compatible, and how to look at them is not pleasing to the eye.

Of course, generally good-looking, magnetic fields should be quite versatile.

Each runaway will also have a strong magnetic band, but the higher the danger level, the more the runaway knows how to hide their magnetic band, so that they will not be easily detected.

Fang Zhe thought for a while and asked another question: "I'm curious, our sub-bureau doesn't seem to have enough manpower, and they are all rooted in Licheng, so like this mission, every time you carry out any task, you have to drive all the way over, and when you get to the daylily, won't it be cold?" ”

You must know that there are seven major cities in Haixi City, Licheng City is in the southerly position, and Longshi City to go this time is in the middle area, if you want to go to the northernmost and farthest Fucheng City, it will take at least six hours.

Hearing Fang Zhe's question, Zheng Siming smiled: "Our sub-bureau is not the same as other sub-bureaus, as for what is different, this needs to be told to you after training at the headquarters, in short, with Captain Yang here, you don't have to worry too much." ”

"As for the manpower problem you mentioned, in fact, the headquarters has a rule that in any substation, the operational command can only have one team leader and five first-level search officers, and the number of places is very limited. There is no limit to the number of second-level investigators, but most of them are ordinary people and not out-of-control. For example, if you are now also a second-level search officer, you must go through special training from the headquarters before you can be promoted to the first level of search officer. ”

"But don't worry, our sub-bureau has always only had four first-level investigators, I believe that after this mission, Team Yang will send you to the headquarters for training, it is estimated that this will, the training application has been submitted to the headquarters."

Fang Zhe: "??? I don't want to go to training, I'll just be a second-level investigator. ”

Then under Zheng Siming's puzzled gaze, Fang Zhe took out his mobile phone and dialed Yang Haixin's number.

It's just that the phone was hung up, and I called and hung up again.

It was repeated four or five times, and finally Yang Haixin's mobile phone simply turned off.

Listening to the mechanical cold customer service voice coming from the microphone, Fang Zhe became a Zu'an in anger, his mouth was fragrant, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"You don't want to be a first-class investigator?" Zheng Siming was a little confused.

"Why should I be a first-class investigator? What a dangerous job. Fang Zhe asked rhetorically.

"So you're now..." Zheng Siming couldn't understand the other party's brain circuits.

"Oh, you're asking me why I've been doing tasks all the time, right? It's just a deal, a deal, you think I want to. Fang Zhe waved his hand, not feeling embarrassed at all.

The light in Zheng Siming's eyes seemed to dim, and he held back for a long time before he slowly spoke: "However, I can help others." ”

Fang Zhe originally wanted to blurt out "It's my", but when he saw the expression on Zheng Siming's face at this time, he swallowed this sentence back.

It wasn't an expression of disappointment, but an expression of regret.

Seeing that Fang Zhe didn't reply, Zheng Siming continued: "Do you know why the headquarters mandates that there can only be five first-level search officers under the operational headquarters of each sub-bureau? Because the first-level investigators can only be qualified for those who are out of control, and once the number of people increases, they are afraid that they will not be able to control it. ”

"Everyone knows that the operational command department is very dangerous, and the first level of search officer has to face even more danger. But only those who are out of control can deal with those who are out of control, and perhaps if we investigators die in the line of duty, the headquarters will breathe a sigh of relief. ”

"But if we don't stand up and help those ordinary people, who can help them? Ordinary people face those who are out of control, and they can only be played and tortured and killed! ”

Zheng Siming's mind gradually emerged in his mind, the deepest part of the memory, the most reluctant to recall.

It was in a gloomy hut, rotten, musty, bloody, sour mixed with a disgusting mixture.

A child running back and forth in the house, stepping barefoot on the wooden floor where his blood had long since dried, he didn't seem to smell it at all, he probably got used to it.

On the sofa in the living room, there sat the corpse of an old man covered with disgusting mosquitoes, the yellowed liquid next to his buttocks solidified, and the corpses of many flies were spread on it, like dotted sesame seeds.

The old man had a knife stuck in his chest, and the rotting flesh stuck to his clothes, causing the piece of clothing to become hard because of the dry blood.

On the floor not far from the sofa, there was a woman, and the blood around her seeped into the wooden floor, looking like it had been bleached. The woman was face down, sideways, her pupils dilated as she looked at where the little boy was standing.

She also had a knife stuck in her back, and judging from her broken and blood-stained clothes, it seemed that she had been slashed countless times during her lifetime.

The little boy got tired after a few laps and his stomach gurgled.

He didn't seem to want to run, but there was a pair of eyes in the darkness that kept watching him.

After two more laps, the man sitting in the darkness slowly got up, and he did not know what he was looking for in the corpses of the woman and the old man.

Soon, the thin cheeks grinned, and the blackened teeth were exposed, accompanied by a foul smell.

The child holds his breath and does not smell anything.

I saw that the man spread out his hands, and in the palms of them were placed a writhing maggot and a shriveled fly.

"Which one do you choose today?"

At this time, Fang Zhe, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, obviously felt that something was wrong, and he found that Zheng Siming's long black hair gradually turned blue, and the ancient costume that was originally loose and hanging down actually floated up.

He didn't know what was going on, so he listened to Zheng Siming talking, and there was something wrong with the person who spoke.

Everyone is out of control, can't they be as normal as me?

What's more, it's on the highway now!

Fang Zhe glanced at the dashboard, the speed of the car was gradually rising, 120, 140...

He slapped his head, grabbed the handrail of the car window with one hand, and immediately shouted: "For the motherland, for the people, I vow to arrest all those who are out of control, although they are far away, they will be punished!" ”

A peek at it, it didn't work, the speed of the car was still rising, and it was already about to break 180.

Luxury cars are good, such a fast speed, they don't float up.

Wrong!

Fang Zhe hurriedly shook his head, it was all this time, how could he still have the leisure to think about anything else.

Calling Xia Ran out is unrealistic, the car is destroyed and people die. It is also unrealistic to knock out the person who drives the car, or the car is destroyed and killed.

I thought of several plans in a row, and it seemed that in the end, the car was destroyed and people died.

Fortunately, there is a plan that will not destroy the car and kill people, that is, jump out of the car immediately, and it will only end up with death.

Fang Zhe was about to cry, how could this runaway person be so unreliable.

However, at this moment, the watch worn by Zheng Siming suddenly vibrated and made a "didi" sound.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhe's mobile phone rang at the same time, and he hurriedly took it out, and the caller ID was from Yang Haixin.