After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ji kept trying to dial the phone back, but it kept being busy, and finally he couldn't connect at all. He never believed that his old friend and partner had lost contact with him so inexplicably, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that his mobile phone received a notice from the headquarters about the search and arrest of Li Tang, and Zhou Ji believed that Li Tang had really had an accident. He knew that he ordered Li Tang to be dealt with so quickly because the boss had been listening to their phone calls, and presumably Li Tang's words during the conversation between the two just now made him violate the bottom line. How can a state agent have the heart to conceal and secretly swallow the truth of the incident he is investigating? This is the most basic self-discipline as an agent!

Zhou Ji squatted against the wall in frustration. He knew that even if Li Tang was stimulated to say what he just said and didn't really do anything unfavorable to the country, it would be difficult for him to see him again. What happens to agents who are judged to be potentially dangerous for serious violations of the prohibition? He understood, but he didn't want to know. Although Li Tang usually seems very frivolous and unreliable, he is more strict and cautious than Zhou Ji in handling things at times. Perhaps because he is an orphan who has not experienced any family affection since he was a child, in order to get more attention and attention, he is almost demanding that he handle everything perfectly, how harsh is he? It is so harsh that even the buttons that no one notices when they are sewn and mended must be indistinguishable from the original position and stitches.

Damn, what kind of secret could make a man like him, who would never give up his treachery halfway, not be afraid of punishment to say those things to me in his internal correspondence? Is the secret of the Black Book Company really that scary?

It's around 2 p.m., and the July sun is so hot that you can fry eggs on the road. A burst of hot air wrapped in hot gas rushed to his face, and Zhou Ji only felt suffocated.

His heart was in a mess, but he couldn't go to Li Tang, even if he was restless and sad about dying, he could only pretend to be indifferent to this and continue to deal with his own affairs, otherwise he might be disposed of as a fellow party who had committed the crime of rebellion. Because his life is national, and there are countless pairs of eyes watching his every move in every corner through satellite positioning at all times.

However, before Zhou Ji could wake up from the pain he couldn't extricate himself from, a piercing phone rang in his hand again. He was ecstatic, and quickly raised the screen in front of him, but his eyes suddenly dimmed.

It's not an internal call, it's a call from a forensic doctor.

"Hey." Zhou Ji has no strength to say.

"Hey, sir... I'm forensic Luo Yue. The blood test report you and I asked for came out. ”

"Well, you say." Zhou Jiqiang beat the spirit.

"Uh, this—" came the sound of brushing paper on the phone, as if the person on the other end was repeatedly checking whether there was something wrong with the contents in his hand. After a long while, the forensic doctor said in a slightly trembling voice, ".... This one.... You may not believe it, but the 176 bloodstain samples we collected from the scene of the crime were tested... It was all the deceased Wang Desheng alone, and there was no mixture of other substances or blood of other organisms detected in the blood. The blood stains that covered almost the entire room had not been diluted, nor had they been deliberately smeared all around, all of them had been shaped by splattering during the fight," the medical examiner paused, as if considering whether he should continue.

Zhou Ji frowned. "Don't worry, you go on."

“... Uh, okay. The forensic doctor paused, brushing over the materials, "I think there are some things that you can see without me saying... These bloodstains can't be a person's at all. Even if all the blood in this person's body is drained, it will not cover a large room of dozens of square meters. What's more, judging from the traces of the fight in the room, there were at least forty or fifty people at the scene of the crime at that time, and these people filled the entire room, and it was the kind of crowding with shoulders squeezing shoulders and stepping on heels on their toes... At that time, when Wang Desheng died, the room was like a sardine canned bottle..."The forensic doctor's voice stopped abruptly, as if even he himself was frightened by this terrible speculation.

Zhou Ji couldn't help but breathe.

Forty or fifty people crammed into Wang Desheng's bedroom? What should that look like? So, Wang Desheng was actually dismembered by a terrorist group?

If this speculation is true, Zhou Ji can't help but imagine what kind of state Wang Desheng was in at that time, being used as a target for forty or fifty people, even if his psychological state is good, he will be scared to death.

This thought was fleeting in Zhou Ji's mind. He questioned:

"Forensic Doctor Luo, is there anything wrong with this result? If there were really forty or fifty suspects at the scene of the crime at that time, then they were all wearing biochemical suits without leaving a single body hair in time, but so many people, there will always be a few traces of leaving after the killing? Could it be that the scene of the crime was specially handled by someone, which is why such a firm mistake was caused? ... I'm sorry, but I'm not questioning your professionalism. ”

"Yes, I understand." The medical examiner let out a sigh of relief. "It's a bit unbelievable... But do you remember some of the results that I and a few colleagues reported to you when you first arrived on site? ”

"Hmm. I remember. You say that the whole villa is clean, whether it is the exterior wall or the interior of the villa, except for a small number of fingerprints of the couple on the road leading to the bedroom, the murderer has not left any traces and DNA at all. But in the bedroom, it is different, whether it is the closet in the corner or the gap in the bedside table that is almost untouchable in daily life, there are many abnormal fingerprints of Wang Desheng, but the number of fingerprints of his wife is very small, and they only appear in common places. ”

"Yes, then we examined it carefully and found that the crime scene was like... It's like Wang Desheng suddenly went crazy before he died, from the floor to every place in the room where he could reach out, he touched it firmly inch by inch... It's like being forced to find something that has fallen in the room that can't be smaller, or... Or—" The forensic doctor shuddered and swallowed hard.

"Or what?"

"Or... Forty or fifty replicants of Wang Desheng suddenly appeared out of thin air in the room, they crowded each other, pushing and shoving, some fell, some stretched out their hands because of suffocation and wanted to climb into the unoccupied space on the closet, but in the end, I don't know what happened, a conflict broke out between them, Wang Desheng began to kill each other, and blood sprayed everywhere in the room...."