After finishing eating, Deng Ke casually pulled the door. He thought about it, and decided that this was not enough, so he locked the door behind him. Then he went into the bedroom, closed all the windows, closed the curtains, and closed the bedroom door again. Looking around and feeling safe, he couldn't wait to take out the vial in his trouser pocket and put it on the desk illuminated by the lamp to study it carefully. It was a very ordinary little medicine bottle with a note in it. Deng Ke shook the vial, but he still couldn't see the words on the note. He placed the vial on the table, hesitating to open it. The man said that he was not allowed to watch it, so he better not to watch it, and handed it over to the director of the bureau directly. Lamp Ke put the vial in his trouser pocket, got up and was about to leave, and sat down again. Still wanting to see what was written on the note, he took the vial back and put it on his desk. He stared at the vial for a while, and then frantically took it back, but after a while he took it out again, and after four or five times like this, he finally made up his mind and quietly unscrewed the cap. A pungent smell of medicine hit his face, causing Deng Ke to sneeze several times in a row. He took out the mysterious little note when his eyes were hazy, and when he opened it, it was empty, not even half a word. Deng Ke blinked, flipped through the note from top to bottom, and still couldn't find a single handwriting. With a frown, Lamp Ke shoved the note back into the vial, tightening the lid and putting it back in his trouser pocket. He was so depressed now, that the note he had risked his life to peep at was not a word. Is this a trap? Just to test whether Ke will read the note, and if he finds out if he reads, he will kill him. Frightened, he nervously retreated to the room where the windows and doors could not be seen, listening carefully to the movement. A minute passed, and only the hanging clock on the wall was ticking. He laughed a little, feeling that he was really stupid, who would do such a boring thing to kill him. He didn't hesitate any longer, put on his shoes and ran to the police station, this dangerous note was better to send it out as soon as possible.

Karting sat in the locker room and drank his drink slowly, and the middle-aged policeman's words made him sober up, he couldn't force it, and he should think carefully about how to prevent more people from going missing without blocking the coast and not letting everyone know. He looked at his watch, it was already past 3 o'clock, and the middle-aged policeman had already gone home from a shift change. He should also go home, and the beautiful Milua is still waiting for him at home. But he didn't want to go yet, he wanted to think of a feasible solution, but he couldn't come up with any good ideas after racking his brains. Frustrated, he tossed the can aside and got up to change into casual clothes. At that moment, a thought crossed his mind, and he stood by the cabinet door for a full ten seconds.

"That's it!" he muttered to himself, and then changed his clothes and hurried out the door of the police station, only to be met by the panting lamp that almost hit him.

"Huh, it's you again. Karting looked at the breathless Lamp Ke in surprise. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

As soon as Deng Ke saw the police, it was like seeing a savior. He wondered whether he should report his intimidation to the police, and then he thought that the male-looking man had told him to hand over the note to the police chief, which meant that they were in a group, and that calling the police would not only be useless, but might also be in greater danger.

"I ...... Find the director. "Dengke decided not to say anything to this policeman. "Where is he?"

"What are you looking for the Director, what's the matter?" Karting was even more surprised, tilting his head to examine the lamp.

"I ...... If there is an emergency, you can only tell the director. He paused for a moment, looked at the guard standing by the door, and pleaded with Karting, "Will you take me there?"

Karting stared at the lamp for a moment of contemplation, then he nodded and said with some reluctance, "Okay." After saying that, he waved his hand to the guard guarding the door, and walked into the office building of the police station with the lamp.

"What's your name?" asked Karting as he walked through the glass door.

"Zhan Dengke. Lamp Ke blurted out and replied habitually.

"Hello, Zhan Dengke. Karting held out a hand in a friendly manner, "My name is Karting." If any outlaws come to you for trouble, you can come to me, and I promise to send them to prison to enjoy themselves. ”

Lamp Ke politely shook Karting's hand, "Thank you!" he said, "I trust your word very much, it's just that sometimes no one can do anything. ”

"What do you mean?" Karting looked at the lantern in confusion. "It's nothing!" said Deng Ke and ran to the elevator.

"Did you find your wallet?" Karting pushed aside the conversation.

"No, I guess it was washed away by the sea. Deng Ke stared at the number next to the elevator door, not daring to look at the Karting.

"You're a high school student, aren't you?" Karting asked, after a moment of silence.

"Yes!"

Deng Ke felt that this policeman Rory was gossipy, as if he was checking his household registration. As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door opened, and several policemen walked inside. When they saw the kart, they all came over to say hello.

One of them said:

"Hey, Karting, why haven't you come home yet?"

Karting was about to speak, when another policeman standing on the left immediately interjected:

"There must be some big case again, look! Even the prisoners have been brought back. ”

Several policemen looked at the thin and short lamp Ke together and laughed coaxily. Karding looked angry, he grabbed the collar of the policeman on the far left, and punched him, and the other cops knew that Karding was angry and all pulled aside. The policeman was knocked to the ground, and Karting pointed to his bloody nose and said:

"Even if one day you become a prisoner, he won't!"

After speaking, he pulled up the lamp Ke and entered the elevator, pressed 7 on the number button next to the door, and the elevator door closed. Deng Ke was in awe of the not strong policeman next to him. But on the surface, it was not revealed at all, and he pretended to ask very casually:

"Doesn't it matter if you hit him?"

"At most, he'll come to me with a guy and get beaten up by me!" Karkin joked. "It's okay, ......," he hesitated, "You say, you have something urgent to tell the director, what is it?"

Dengke really wanted to tell the policeman about it, but he eventually gave up the idea so that it would be good for both of them. He replied slightly apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I can only say to the director. ”

"Okay. Karding shrugged and said nothing.

The elevator door opened, and Karting led the lamp to a brown-red door with a sign that read "Director's Office". Karting knocked lightly on the door, only to hear a deep, muffled voice say, "Please come in!" The lamp was left outside the door.

"Director. A high school student named Zhan Dengke wants to see you, saying that he has something urgent to tell you. Karting saluted, his voice loud and clear.

"Oh?" the director was surprised, and he put down the newspaper he was reading with relish and sat up straight.

"Let him in. He said.

Karting opened the door and motioned for Ke to come in, then exited the door himself.

Deng Ke's heart was pounding, he was born to deal with big shots. When he saw the police chief who looked like a fierce gorilla, he was even more frightened. All he wanted now was to get the note to the director and run away himself.

"What do you have to do with me?" the director asked, staring at the lamp with his unfathomable eyes, who did not dare to look him directly.

"I've been asked to give this to you. Lamp Ke swallowed, took out a small glass bottle from his trouser pocket and put it on the director's table.

"Who gave it to you?" the director asked as soon as he saw the vial.

"I ...... I don't know, I'm looking for ...... by the sea Wallet, one person...... And then sprang out...... After that, he gave this to me. also said...... "Deng Ke doesn't know why he is so nervous, maybe the tone of the director makes him feel that this matter is not trivial." He had a bad instinct that even though he handed the note to the police chief, he still had nothing to do with it.

"What else did you say?" the director said in a menacing tone, anxious to know the whole thing.

"And said let me hand this over to the chief of the First Police Station, that is, you. Deng Ke only said part of the content with reservations.

"And then, where is that man now?" the Director asked, eagerly, as if eager to see the man at once.

Then he jumped back into the sea and disappeared. I don't know where he is now. Deng Ke said as he thought.

"Does anyone else know about this besides you?" the director's voice suddenly lowered a lot, and Deng Ke had to come closer to listen.

"No! only I know. The man said I couldn't tell anyone about it, so I didn't say anything. Deng Ke also lowered his voice very quietly and whispered.

After a minute of silence, Deng Ke felt as if a year had passed.

"Can I go?" he asked, slurringly.

"Let's go. The director waved his hand, "Remember, this matter is very important, and you can't confide in anyone, understand?"

"Understood!" Lan Ke responded, and hurried out of the room.