District 9

It's about one o'clock in the morning.

A car stopped on the deserted riverside. Lao Li sat in the car smoking a cigarette and waiting quietly.

Ten minutes later, a man walked up to the car from a distance, turned around and glanced around before getting into the car.

Lao Li looked at him, took a deep breath from his cigarette, and didn't take the initiative to ask questions for a while.

The man was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a folded leather file bag from his arms, put it on Lao Li's lap and said, "Master, everything you want is in it!"

Lao Li slowly picked up the file bag and looked out of the car with a frown: "Is it done?"

"Yeah, done." The man nodded.

After hearing this, Lao Li's right hand holding the cigarette trembled: "Well, go ahead, Xiao Ming!"

"Okay!" The man named Xiao Ming nodded and reached out to push open the car door.

Lao Li was sitting in the driver's seat and couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Ming, tell me... am I a little too evil?"

Xiao Ming, who had just gotten out of the car, was stunned: "My people said that they couldn't bear it physically and mentally. After the case was over, they would definitely be sentenced to death, so after hearing the letter from home, they volunteered... Please help them settle down at home."

Lao Li turned to look at Xiao Ming and replied in a hoarse voice: "You are comforting me, right?"

Xiao Ming pondered for a long time: "I'm not comforting you. What I want to say is that in this era, many things are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, and it is also difficult to judge whether it is evil or not. Teacher, it doesn't matter what outsiders and I think of you. What matters is It’s what you think in your heart.”

"Sometimes, I am also very conflicted." Lao Li replied in a low voice.

"Human life itself is a contradiction. We know that the final outcome is death. We come and go naked, but we still have to fight for this and that." Xiao Ming held the car door and said: "Teacher, what I think about is relatively simple. I believe in you and admire you, so I am willing to help you."

Lao Li looked up at him, changed the subject and asked, "Can you leak it?"

"After arresting so many people, it is impossible to rely solely on people from Fengbei to manage the interrogation, police station, Jiangpan Garden Community, and anti-terrorism brigade. All the core police officers from the local police station are helping to do the work. There are too many people. Tai Za, I am their hardcore supporter in person." Xiao Ming replied softly: "It won't happen to me."

"The situation is not right, leave immediately." Lao Li ordered.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Xiao Ming nodded.

"Okay, that's it!"

After the two talked, Xiao Ming returned along the same route. Lao Li sat in the car, looking down at the cowhide envelope blankly. In a daze, he seemed to see the brown outer cover of the file bag turning into blood red...

Lao Li closed his eyes, slowly adjusted his emotions, and drove away from the riverside.

…

About an hour ago, inside Tiancheng Group.

While Qin Yu was communicating with people at the college, Fu Xiaohao suddenly walked in and said, "Uncle Li is here and wants to see you!"

"Tell him to go to the reception room!" Qin Yu replied hastily.

"Uncle Li said he asked you to go out and didn't want to talk in the company!" Fu Xiaohao added.

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately holding the phone and said: "Okay, I'll go down!"

About six or seven minutes later, Qin Yu stepped into Lao Li's car and asked urgently: "Why don't we go up and talk?"

"There are so many people and so many eyes. It's hard to say." Lao Li started the car and drove down the street: "Open the glove box and take out that cowhide file bag!"

Qin Yu hesitated for a moment, then reached out and opened the glove box: "What is this?"

"The contents here are as powerful as nuclear D for the environment in District 9!" Lao Li said calmly: "But we can't just rely on fermentation. You need to contact your colleagues in Districts 7 and 8. Have connections, let them help...!”

…

Within the anti-terrorism brigade.

Miller was sitting in a separate dining room eating a late-night snack. Two police officers were waiting next to him, serving tea and water. The pomp was no less than that of the General Administration.

Across the table, Mr. Yun held his hands secretly and said: "As soon as Mr. Miller arrived in Songjiang, the movement of the parade was instantly extinguished. In less than three days, hundreds of cores were arrested. This work efficiency is not achieved by many in the nine districts. .”

Miller laughed when he heard this: "Haha, actually from District 9...!"

"Bang!"

While the two were talking, the door of the dining room was pushed open. A police sergeant saluted and shouted: "Director Miller, is there something going on in the detention room?"

Miller looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "What's wrong?"

"Wu Wenqun, Zhang Baotian, and Fu Dongli suddenly died...!" the police chief replied quickly.

Miller slowly put down his knife and fork, stood up and asked, "Why did you die suddenly?"

"It's not clear yet. Our guards just went to eat. When they came back, they checked and found that three of them were dead... The bodies have been pulled out."

Miller wiped the corners of his mouth: "Go and have a look!"

…

Ten minutes later, in the warehouse on the first floor of the detention building, Miller covered his nose, stood at the door and asked the police medical staff who had just arrived: "What's the reason?!"

The leading medical staff stood up, adjusted his glasses and replied: "I checked, and the initial judgment is that they all died suddenly... The cause may be that the interrogation was too intense, and they didn't sleep for several days, which led to sudden death!"

The medical staff said it politely, but what they actually meant was that you did it too harshly, and these three people died suddenly because they couldn't bear it anymore.

Miller understood what the other party meant, frowned and continued to ask: "How long will it take to completely determine the cause of death?"

"It will take three or four days to complete all the examinations," the medical staff replied truthfully.

It was not that Miller had no doubts about the cause of death of the three people, but he felt that it would take three or four days to determine the specific cause of death, which was too long. Because these people were all public leaders, once the death news was exposed, there might be some trouble. After all, all three of them suffered inhuman abuse before their deaths.

Was it really a sudden death, or was someone trying to silence someone?

Miller thought for a long time, frowned and ordered: "According to the quota of deaths, quickly dispose of the bodies and directly cremate them. In addition, the management of the detention building must be strengthened. Except for those transferred from Fengbei General Bureau, local police officers must sign when they come and go. , record the time clearly! Also, check to see who has entered the detention room while everyone was eating!"

"Okay." The police chief next to him nodded.

…

Yanbei.

Gu Yan rubbed his chin, took the phone and said, "Brother Qin Yu called me. It's really unreasonable for me not to extend my hand to help. I will give you the information later. You guys should cooperate with him and start doing it!"

"Will this arouse dissatisfaction from the Government Affairs Office? After all, the military and political affairs in the ninth district have not reached out to help. If we suddenly get involved, the impact will not be good." The other party reminded.

"Damn it, this is my personal behavior and I have nothing to do with them?!" Gu Yan frowned and replied, "Just do it. If the boss wants to curse people, I'll take care of it!"

"OK!"

…

District Seven.

After reading the information on the computer, Chen Jun said: "Songjiang is doing something interesting!! Forget it, let's not just watch the fun, let's express our position directly! At the same time, let Xiao Gang from outside the area come over immediately, Gu Laogou and I It’s different. He’s working in his own army now and can’t come forward for many things. But it’s different for us. I’m a private “entrepreneur” and I don’t have so many scruples. As long as Qin Yu nods, I will send troops to Songjiang!”

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High-energy plots can only be set off by details and rigorous foreshadowing! Every chapter of my book has its own function, and I really don’t know how to write it. Otherwise, starting from the reappearance of the legend, the performance and word count of each of my books can support me to write eight million words, or even more than 1 million words. Ten million words. Impatient readers, please read carefully and don’t be so impatient, boots. broke out on Monday.