District 9

In an apartment on Qianyuan Road in Yanbei, District 8, Jiang Xue was lying on the bed, sweating profusely and his eyes blurred.

"Phew, it's so hot."

A woman sat up from the side and asked sadly, "Why didn't you respond?"

"It's okay, you do it." Jiang Xue looked at the ceiling, his eyes a little dull.

"Snapped!"

The woman slapped Jiang Xue on the head: "Can you respect me? What did I do to you? Is this one person's business?"

Jiang Xue came to his senses and said impatiently: "Okay, hurry up."

"Made, what's your attitude? It's like I want to rape you. Brother, you are the one who wants to give birth to the child." The woman was a little unhappy.

"Stop talking nonsense, just do it." Jiang pounced on him like a hungry tiger.

…

Jiang Xue had been married once before, but because of the nature of his work, he often quarreled with his ex-wife. In the end, both parties couldn't bear it, so they broke up peacefully.

In the past two years, Jiang Xue often had a period of leisure, so he had another girlfriend. Both parties also agreed to have another child to strengthen their relationship, so the scene just happened.

Indoors, his girlfriend was extremely cooperative, but the two of them were sweating and busy for five or six minutes. Jiang Xue suddenly sat up straight and asked inexplicably: "Hey, what are the homophones you said you added? "

The girlfriend was stunned and confused. She gasped and looked at Jiang Xue: "You... what are you talking about?"

"It's like this. I came across a case where a suspect was suddenly assassinated before he was arrested." Jiang Xue sat on the bed seriously, picked up the cigarette case and said, "Before he died, he said He made a sentence, which should be a reference to a person's name. But he was seriously injured at the time, and I didn't hear clearly... He just said, what is added... What does this add mean? "

Jiang Xue lit his cigarette and looked at the ceiling with his face at a 45-degree angle, with the expression of a thinker on his face.

"I know." My girlfriend also sat up straight.

"What?!" Jiang Xue became interested: "What do you know?"

"What he probably means is, how could Jiang Jia have a fool like you!" The woman cursed, arrogantly picked up the clothes beside the bed, and got out of bed.

"Hey, don't be angry, I'm just asking casually."

"Tama De, where can I find a partner to have a baby together?!" The woman quickly put on her clothes and cursed fiercely: "You continue to think here, I wish you never give up, Farewell!"

After saying that, the woman picked up her bag and coat, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was wrong, wait a minute...!" Jiang Xue got up and shouted, but the other party had already left.

During this period of time, Jiang Xue spent almost all of his private life in a daze. Not only was he still thinking about the case when he was doing this, but even when he was eating and shitting, his mind was filled with the assassination incident. People are on the verge of becoming mentally ill.

After his girlfriend left, Jiang Xue did not chase her. Instead, he lay on the bed and continued to think about it.

After being silent for more than an hour, Jiang Xue suddenly sat up, picked up the pen and paper on the bedside table, and started writing on it.

Add: Jia? ginger? Jiang? …

Jiang Xue wrote several homophonic words related to "Jia" on the paper. He even took into account the fact that Dong Liwei's speech was very unclear when he was dying. Each homophonic word, after the tone was changed, was very close to this. Add words.

After finishing writing, Jiang Xue put on his clothes casually, took the note and left.

On the way, Jiang Xue bought some sesame seed cakes and fermented bean curd, and while eating them, he drove to the unit.

…

It's around ten o'clock in the morning, in a small conference room.

Jiang Xue, unshaven, raised his eyebrows in a vulgar manner, stood up and asked more than 20 military intelligence officers: "How are your groups doing?"

"Everyone in Observation Station No. 013 ran away." A team leader stood up and said: "According to our internal report, last night, the director of Observation Station No. 013 and the three management officers were all transferred and replaced. There’s someone new.”

Jiang Xue frowned: "This means that they have completed the follow-up cleanup work for No. 013."

"Yes." Another team leader also stood up and replied: "Our internal line in the Eighth District is investigating whether these suspicious officers have returned to Fengbei, but there are no clues yet."

"It's impossible to go back to Fengbei." Jiang Xue waved his hand: "In other words, if I were Shen Fei, I would have arranged for these people to go away early, unified management, and completely cut off their contact with the outside world. It would be best to make them invisible. Stay where you shit for a few years.”

Everyone nodded upon hearing this.

"So, if we follow the clues of these fifty-odd people, the resistance will probably be great." Jiang Xue walked around the conference table and said, "We can't treat Shen Fei as a fool. This person is following Lao Sanjiang. We have played against each other before, and he is a difficult character.”

"But the clues we have so far are all among these fifty people. If we don't check them...?" A military intelligence officer was almost driven crazy by Jiang Xue's torture. His face was sallow and he was trying to analyze mentally.

"I have another clue. In Dong Liwei's last words, there were two names. One is Shen, which should refer to Shen Fei, and the other is Jia..." Jiang Xue took out the note from his pocket and threw it away. He said on the table: "I thought about it for a long time last night and sorted out the homophonic words related to "Jia" and listed a few names. You can search in this direction."

"How to check?"

"First, determine the three scopes: First, conduct screening within the Shen and Sha corps. Anyone related to the surname marked on my note will be carefully checked. The level starts from the company level and goes up to the general officer. Fuck them all strictly. Secondly, among these people, those who have been close to Shen Fei recently will be given priority for investigation. Because Dong Liwei mentioned Shen Fei first, it means that the latter is probably on the same level as him. Or assisting him in his work. Third, people who work in the military intelligence department are also given priority in the investigation, because the officers and soldiers working at the bottom are likely to be temporarily transferred from the original unit. But the upper levels make plans Those people are probably engaged in military intelligence, after all, they are more professional!" Jiang Xue clearly laid out three directions.

"If that's the case, are we still pursuing the clues of these fifty-odd people?" asked the leader of the third team.

"Of course we have to pursue it. Let's push the two lines forward together. Whichever side has the effect, we will focus on pursuing that side." Jiang Xue frowned and said: "This period is indeed very hard, but everyone, hold on, I will report to Sichuan Mansion later. I'll also apply for some bonuses for you over there. In short, I won't let you guys work in vain."

"Director Jiang, my wife is going to have a baby, and I may have to take a day off." The team leader raised his hand and said.

"Can't you wait a moment?" Jiang Xuebeng asked.

"...This...it's coming out soon, why wait?"

"The task for your group is relatively heavy, just half a day." Jiang Xue thought for a moment and said.

"Okay." The group leader nodded.

Five minutes later, Jiang Xue left, and everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alas, this old torturer is finally gone."

"I just obey him. He stays up late every day. He is not tired and has more energy than his mother." Another military intelligence officer shook his head helplessly.

…

The next day, Songjiang, District 9.

Feng Lei's cousin Yang Xiaowei was invited to meet Blind Man Chen Er. The place where the two met was a teahouse.

Downstairs, Anzi sat in the car, lowered his head and sent a text message to Meng Xi.