"Young people nowadays really don't learn well!"

As usual, from the beginning of work, the Qinggang City Police Station is a bustling and busy scene. The city's high crime rate keeps the city's largest police station at a high level of workload, and the financial problems caused by the Great Depression a few years ago have caused the city to increase the number of unstable people every year, and some people have calculated that on average there is a new criminal every 20 minutes, and now, it happens that another one has arrived.

A detective dragged a young man into the police station, the young man smelled of alcohol and his limbs were twitching on the ground as if they were not his own, his mouth was staggered, his clothes were stained with what seemed to be vomiting filth, and his face was covered by messy hair, and it was clear that he was still in a state of hangover.

"Sheriff, we stopped this kid on Highway 105, he drove a rickety car, the speed broke one hundred and fifty miles, the alcohol content was seriously exceeded, you can smell the smell of alcohol five meters away, fortunately this kid didn't make any trouble, sheriff, what do you think about it?"

"You help him to the chair first, and I'll ask him," the sheriff pointed to the chair next to his desk.

Entering the police station, first recording a confession, this is a routine, even if it is a dumb crime, this process cannot be omitted, the detective spent some effort, and finally moved the young man to the chair, but the young man was completely unconscious, only a slurred spit.

"What's your name?" The sheriff asked.

The young man staggered, most of his body slid off his chair, and he didn't say anything.

"What's your name?" The sheriff asked again.

is still silent, his hair covers his face, the sheriff can't see his appearance clearly, but the sheriff believes that he can't look like Zhou Zheng, the so-called relationship is born from the heart, this kind of drunk drag racing on the highway, ignoring the law, and not taking his own and other people's lives seriously, what can he do? Thinking like this, the sheriff didn't bother to take a photo of him for the record, just waved his hand and motioned for the detective to take the guy to the underground detention cell.

This sheriff's name is Zhai Lixing, he has been a police officer for nearly 20 years, conscientious, and has always supported him is the peace of mind that hopes that relatives and friends can live, the area once managed by him, the crime rate is surprisingly low, and his name is indispensable at the annual meritorious commendation conference, and he also uses this as a driving force, convinced that he is an important hub for maintaining stability, but he is already old, and in a blink of an eye he is almost fifty, and his square handsome face is already rough and wrinkled, and he does not feel hard when he once works hard, Tortured by cervical spondylosis, his clean and neat head also has white threads, his eyes are getting deeper and deeper, and the crime rate is rising day by day, time has made this old policeman who has experienced vicissitudes feel his powerlessness, and the reality has slapped him naked, the society he wants to maintain order now has been so corrupt that even young people don't care about themselves, and young people's crimes always make Zhai Lixing fall into contemplation. How long can he hold on, and will anyone inherit this sense of justice in the future?

"Sheriff! The handover formalities for prisoner No. 47 have been completed and will be handed over by the transfer unit tomorrow. A police detective's report interrupted Zhai Lixing's thoughts.

Zhai Lixing decisively gave an order: "Okay, this matter will be arranged for the security department to deal with, this is a dangerous prisoner, let them find more people to help." ”

"There's no need to torture yourself." Zhai Lixing thought: "At least there are still a lot of things I can do now." ”

In the underground detention cell, the drunken young man lay quietly on his bed, his body undulating at all, as if he was not breathing. There was silence around him, the lights in the detention room dimmed, and his expressionless face was covered in shadows, merging with the old detention cell, lifeless.

In the middle of the sound, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and rolled out of bed, his movements so smooth that he wondered if it was really a drunk, the young man covered his ears with one hand, and with the other he pulled something off his head, and threw it to the ground, it was a messy mass of wigs that smelled strange.

"Can you hear me?" The young man whispered, "Hey, can you hear me?" There was no one around him, and he didn't seem to get any kind of answer.

"Tsk, is it because there is no signal in the basement, this is a big problem." He muttered to himself, "Anyway, it's just a matter of finding number 47." I think he should be in the fourth position on the right hand side of the door. As he spoke, he looked outside the bars of the detention cell.

On his way to Prisoner No. 47's detention cell, which is in an "L" shape, and around this corner there is a patrol officer patrolling back and forth, and there is a hanging camera that shines in the direction of his own detention cell, which means that if he wants to break down the door, he will be filmed immediately, and the young man puts away a few paper clips in his hand.

"I can only go through the ventilation duct, I really don't want to do this." The young man muttered, unscrewed the screws of the ventilation duct in the detention room with his hand, lifted the louver fan at the mouth of the pipe, grabbed the edge of the vent, and easily led his body into the pipe. ”

Over there, the young man was busy working for prisoner No. 47, and on this side, Zhai Lixing's subordinates were also puzzled: "Sheriff, what is the origin of No. 47?" Why do superiors pay so much attention? I haven't done so much to hand over prisoners before, and I've never seen such a troublesome procedure. ”

Zhai Lixing took the file of No. 47 and said: "The procedures are troublesome, because this guy is a very evil person, his biggest crime is the bank robbery, before the robbery, he made full preparations: first destroyed the power system in the eastern suburbs of Qinggang City, and then took advantage of the darkness to rob the vault in the eastern suburbs of Qinggang that lost the power supply, he prepared night vision devices, so there was no problem in the dark." The economic damage caused by this crime is secondary, the key is the very bad impact of human casualties, he shot two bank security guards and all the bank staff during the robbery, this crime alone is enough to kill him ten times, in many attempts to hunt him down, he used unknown methods to destroy our communication system and successfully escaped, the bank robbery was a full two weeks after we caught him at the hotel where he was staying, but according to him, all the gold he robbed was squandered in gambling, in addition, He was also accused of being directly related to fifteen murders, and the survivor of the bank robbery confessed that he was the only one who committed the crime, and that such a dangerous person, in order to ensure that there was no problem with the transfer, so he had to be heavily guarded, but to tell the truth, after this guy was taken away, that is, to ask about the process of the crime, and then shot, this kind of person, no one will leave him alive. ”

After hearing this, the adjutant put forward a different idea: "That's not right, although the door of the bank vault is an electronic lock, it is also operated by an independent power supply, not to mention, the bank is so big, how can there be no backup energy?" The adjutant paused, and then said, "And the biggest suspicion is, how can one person loot the entire vault?" That's a gold brick! Heavy gold! ”

"This" Zhai Lixing was stunned: "Anyway, the trial will start soon, and the modus operandi will be understood by then." ”

"This is the location, right?" The young man stared at a vent in front of him, softly unloading the screws of the vent, his movements were impossible to see in the dark, but even so, he listened carefully to the sounds around him, and did not let anyone notice him, as he wished, until the last moment, nothing happened, he opened the opening, rolled onto the concrete floor, took out a dagger from the cuff, and pushed it against the neck of No. 47, who was curled up on the bed.

"Come, open your eyes, I want you to see with your own eyes the moment of your own blood gushing out." The young man said with a smile.

"Do you want to kill me? Why not call your friends? "Number 47 was napping in the shadows, completely unaware of the danger in front of him." Did it come from the ventilation pipe? ”

The young man sneered: "You are calm, you are still in the mood to talk about it when you are dying." He lifted his hand and held the handle of the knife in his palm. The blade stabbed like lightning into the left ventricle of No. 47: "See you in the next life!" ”

"But you have to go first!" Forty-seven stood still, letting the blade touch his chest.

No. 47's calmness was not empty, and the moment the blade touched No. 47's skin, the young man realized that something was wrong.

His left hand, which was clenching the knife, had lost sensation, and a paralyzing sensation hit his body, and the dagger fell to the ground, and the room was filled with a crisp crash mixed with beep.

In a flash of light, the young man realized the source of this feeling, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's electricity!" ”

However, the young man who was able to sneak into the prison was naturally not a mediocre person, and after a while, he calmed down, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No wonder you can destroy communication facilities and destroy cables, it turns out that you have a talent in this area, if you guess correctly, you should be able to generate electricity." You've put your talents to good use. ”

"It's none of your business." Number 47 picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it at the young man, it was obvious that the dagger was already electrified.

The young man turned sideways, dodging the dagger's attack, which slammed into the iron railing of the detention cell, and suddenly the electricity crackled.

"I know why you're here to kill me, and I can probably guess who sent you to kill you? That's impossible. Deal with you first, and then I'll find a way to escape. ”

"You, it's really thanks to you that you robbed the bank, why are you like a lack of tendons, even if you can kill me, what to do with my body? If you are so short-sighted, do you know that you are already half in the ground, not to mention that you will never win. ”

"It's never too late to think about killing the corpse, but I have an electric current attached to my body, and you don't have a chance to contact me, so how can you believe it with your bare hands?"

"Who said hand-to-hand combat? Firearms and ammunition have been invented for centuries, okay? The young man laughed.

"You can't have a gun, you have to search your whole body before you enter the bureau, and no matter how stupid the police here are, they won't let you hide a gun under their noses."

"Who said you have to prepare your own gun for shooting?" The young man walked towards the door of the detention cell: "You have to learn to be far-sighted. But it's too late, you're already in the ground. ”

"Your last words are truly educational."

The young man turned around and said with a smile: "I just want to teach you a lesson, you know, after talking to you for so long, all the places that were paralyzed by your electric shock have recovered, you idiot."

"So what?" No. 47 disagreed: "Could it be that you have any other way to die than to be scorched by me?" ”

"Shut up, idiot! Let you see the blood, garbage! The young man glared at him viciously.

"What's going on here?" A patrol officer suddenly came to the door: "What was the sound just now?" He was on alert with his gun in his hand, and it was obvious that he had only come when he heard the sound of the dagger striking the iron railing.

The young man didn't say a word, grabbed the patrol officer's collar, and slammed the patrol officer into the iron railing, the incident happened suddenly, the patrol officer was defenseless, and he was knocked unconscious, No. 47 was stunned, and he didn't understand what was going on, so the young man grabbed the patrol officer's hand holding the gun, pointed to No. 47, and said the last sentence with a smile: "I will miss you~"

Gunshots rang out.

"I'm sorry, sir." Zhai Lixing called: "Earlier today, we found that No. 47 was killed, the murder weapon is our standard pistol, and the only witness at the scene didn't know anything, the monitor received inexplicable interference during that time, all of them failed, no, no, sir, I don't think this is a deliberate murder by the victim's family, I think this is very likely to be a mouth-killing operation, signal jamming and accurate fatal injuries, it is difficult for me to suspect that this is done by ordinary people, maybe No. 47 is not a crime committed by a person, There is a huge I will seriously investigate behind him, but we have very little information, and the only suspect who can be used is the patrol officer, but I'm sorry, I'll do my best. ”

The people around them quietly looked at their sheriff, the death of No. 47 was so abrupt, they were really overwhelmed, in the morning they suddenly heard gunshots from the detention cell, and when they arrived, they only saw the fainted patrol officer and the body of No. 47, and the bullet pierced his heart. Perfect hit. The surprised people took the patrol officer away and sent someone to investigate the surveillance, but the patrol officer who woke up knew nothing except that he was knocked unconscious, and the surveillance was interfered with by a strong electromagnetic field, and nothing was recorded, and there was no way to start the investigation, but he knew that the murderer must have been hiding in the Qinggang City Police Station at that time.

The sheriff frowned deeply, and his thick eyebrows were like two bitter caterpillars: "Murderer, who will it be......"