I come from a parallel world

The roster of the first batch of workers in Tianyuan Hotel was in the hands of two people, one was the person in charge of the hotel and the other was an accountant.

The person in charge is still on the run.

A year after the project was shut down, the accountant was nowhere to be found.

The experience of accounting was miserable.

The person in charge ran away, and the accountant became the unlucky guy who took the blame. Not only was he investigated by the government, but he was also targeted by all the workers.

It stands to reason that it is only natural for workers to ask for wages. It is all their hard-earned hard-earned money and they deserve it.

But the problem is that human accountants also work part-time and have no money in hand.

The workers don't understand what's going on there, thinking that the accountant must have left a lot of money for themselves, and as long as a few talk about it, everyone will think so.

What's more, they are ordinary people who have no one to turn to in case of trouble, so they can only turn to accountants.

Who cares about the money?

Things are going crazy.

The workers asked for less than a penny, and the family couldn't open the pot. The sick waited for money to save their lives. Anger made them lose their minds and smashed the accountants to pieces.

The accountant's old mother fell ill and died not long after.

"Live or die unknown?"

Feng Bei asked, "Have you checked the missing persons in the county town in recent years?"

Yang Zhi said that after checking, there was no clue, "Boss, I think it's probably more ominous than ominous."

Feng Bei frowned, "How to say?"

Yang Zhi said, "According to the investigation, the accountant was no longer a ghost before he disappeared."

Feng Bei rubbed his forehead, "Where is his house?"

Yang Zhi said, "Back then he lived in the migrant worker's building in the county seat. That building was demolished and rebuilt long ago. It is now the Suguo Supermarket. His hometown is in Dafu Village."

Feng Bei stood up, "Let's go, let's go to his house."

Yang Zhi followed behind and shouted, "Boss, it will be dawn soon, don't you go after a while?"

Feng Bei's headache was about to split, he had to rest.

When we arrived at Dafu Village, we saw the sky.

Feng Bei, Yang Zhi, the police from the local police station, and the village chief stood in front of the accountant's house.

There are spider webs hanging on the door, corroded potholes are everywhere on the wooden door, and the door lock is rusty.

Yang Zhi kicked the door, but didn't open it.

Feng Bei told him to step aside.

Yang Zhi moved away in disgrace, with an old face full of embarrassment, he met the eyes of the policeman and the village head, and laughed dryly, "I haven't eaten or slept since yesterday afternoon, what a shame."

"That was hard work."

bang——

The door lock broke and fell to the ground. The door slammed into the wall heavily, shaking a few times, and dust came in.

Feng Bei put down his foot and walked inside, "If you don't practice your strokes, just get out of the front line."

Yang Zhi was terrified, "Practice, definitely practice!" There was no time.

The room was in a mess, the tables and chairs were either missing arms or legs, or were torn apart, revealing the kind of violence they had suffered.

Feng Bei bent down and blew off the bed, a layer of dust floated up.

Yang Zhi asked the village chief a few questions and came in to report that before the accountant disappeared, some workers had come to the village to ask him for money.

Every now and then during that year, workers came to make trouble.

Life can't go on, there is no way out, who knows what will happen, the villagers are afraid of being implicated, so they haven't shown their faces.

Besides, when the accountant was working in the county, many people in the village hoped that he could get a job for himself and earn some money, but he didn't agree, saying that he should pay attention to fairness and justice.

Talk so much, anyway, just do not help chant.

So his family was in trouble later, and some people in the village were gloating.

More than half an hour later, Feng Bei left the accountant's old house. He didn't walk very far when he suddenly stopped, "Did you see the portrait?"

Yang Zhi reacted, "I didn't see it."

He said, "Maybe I didn't keep it. At that time, my grandmother passed away, so there was no portrait."

Feng Bei said, "Ask the village chief."

Yang Zhi came back soon, "Boss, the village chief said that the accountant had a portrait of his mother, and it was placed in the main room. I heard that it was smashed by the workers once, and I haven't seen it since then."

I can imagine what that scene was like.

Feng Bei was thoughtful.

The accountant should have planned to escape a year ago, and he took away the portraits of his relatives.

Feng Bei quickened his pace, "Go back to the game."

Yang Zhi swallowed his saliva, his legs were weak, his hungry stomach was bubbling with sour water, Venus twinkled in front of his eyes.

People are iron rice and steel, and policemen are also people. I really can't bear it without eating or drinking for such a long time.

The chief's strength seemed to never run out.

Full of cigarettes?

Back in the bureau, Feng Bei knocked on the table to cheer everyone up, "Go brush your teeth, wash your face, eat something, exercise your muscles and come back quickly, I will tell you the core part I just found out. "

There was a sound of moving tables and chairs for a while, and only Feng Bei was left in the meeting room.

Cigarettes don't matter if you are full. He is too hungry and doesn't feel any more.

Feng Bei stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, sighed wearily, there are still six days left.

Six days, a lot can happen, and it can stay the same, nothing can happen.

Feng Bei scratched the stubble on his chin, and took a nap on the back of the chair with a cigarette in his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only one or two minutes, or four or five minutes, cold sweat dripped from Feng Bei's forehead, the blood on his face was gradually drained, his muscles were tense and weak, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of suffocation.

The cigarette fell from his mouth, and Feng Bei woke up.

Dazed for a moment, he picked up the cigarette in his trousers, looked at the small hole, and twitched his forehead.

"When this case is solved, you must hug the little bastard and sleep well."

Feng Bei had other ideas, such as making the little bastard aware of his thoughts.

But everything has to come behind the case.

Otherwise, don't talk about him, even the little bastard is not in the mood to think about other things.

Not long after, everyone returned to their seats, and they were all shocked when they learned the password of 2696 from their boss.

Who the hell would have thought of this, the murderer can really do it.

Yang Zhi gave a thumbs up and said, "Boss, yes!"

"Stop it."

Feng Bei flicked the ashes into the ashtray, "This time the workload is heavy, so it's up to you."

Everyone didn't delay for a moment, and immediately started to work, checking the number 63856 left by the murderer according to the roster, trying to crack the code as soon as possible to prevent the eighth person from being killed.

Jia Shuai didn't come to school yesterday, and he didn't come today.

Gao Ran's eyelids twitched, he was always distracted in class and couldn't listen.

Qian Su called Gao Ran up to answer the question, but nothing happened after calling several times.

His deskmate bumped Gao Ran's elbow, and he regained his senses.

The result is definitely no answer.

Gao Ran sat back on his seat and looked at the teacher on the podium. It seemed that there was nothing abnormal, and what was normal could no longer be normal.

He lay down on the table and whispered to his deskmate, "It seems that teacher's girlfriend hasn't come to school recently?"

The tablemate also got down on the knees, "I didn't hear that."

Gao Ran said, "Blow?"

"It's possible." The tablemate said clearly, "I've seen it for a long time. The teacher and that girl have different growth backgrounds, and the three views don't match. Bragging is the most reasonable ending."

"..."

Gao Ran turned the pen, "Do you like to read suspense, reasoning, supernatural, and horror novels?"

The deskmate said, "It's okay."

Gao Ran put on a curious expression, "Tell me, where do writers who write such novels usually get their materials?"

The same table is even lower, "Watching movies, reading books, reading newspapers, reading news, listening to hearsay, everyone in the older generation has a few stories that start with 'Once upon a time', it's almost the same if you change it, you can't practice it yourself , and then write down your feelings?"

"If you really want to come like that, you will have to go to jail once."

Gao Ran didn't speak any more.

Wang Dongping, Li Juan, and Teacher Qian, there must be a connection between these three people.

Gao Ran went back at noon, and as soon as a bowl of rice was in his hands, he answered the phone and hurried to the hospital.

Jia Shuai's mother left.

It happened so suddenly, Gao Ran stood beside Jia Shuai, following every step, he was dazed, as if he had a dream while taking a nap.

Just wake up.

On the other hand, Jia Shuai was very calm, he didn't cry or shout, but his eyes were red and his complexion was very bad.

Gao Ran sniffed, "Where's your father?"

Jia Shuai lowered his eyes and packed his clothes, "I haven't come back yet."

Gao Ran hesitated to speak, "Does he know that your mother has..."

Jia Shuai said, "I know."

Gao Ran suddenly lost his voice.

Shuai Shuai's current father is not his biological father, but his stepfather. He works outside all the year round, and he will only come back during the Chinese New Year.

Gao Ran has seen Shuai Shuai get along with his stepfather, they are no different from ordinary father and son, the only difference is that Shuai Shuai has a restrained personality, and he will not show his cheerful and active side.

As for the handsome father, he passed away many years ago.

At that time, Gao Ran was still very young, so he didn't remember exactly what happened.

This is a parallel world again, and there are deviations.

Gao Ran looked at Fa Xiao who was always calm, "Go to my house at night."

Jia Shuai shook his head.

Gao Ran choked up and said, "Shuaishai, don't hold back, cry if you want."

When a loved one dies, something will happen if you hold it back, it will be better to vent it out, the rest can only be left to time, Gao Ran thinks so.

Jia Shuai pursed his lips, "Everyone will die, and I will have this day too. No one can escape, it's just that sooner or later."

Gao Ran was stunned.

It's really not like a boy who just arrived and is still in the second year of high school would say this.

Yes, that's right, everyone understands the truth of birth, old age, sickness and death.

However, once this matter is placed on oneself, the truth is just a bubble, and it will disappear if you don't poke it, and it will turn into grief, smashing your nose and tears all over your face.

Gao Ran can't be so handsome, and will never be able to.

He asked without thinking, "Then when will I leave?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Jia Shuai didn't speak for a long time.

The answer is clear.

Gao Ran took a deep breath, he originally thought that the hair in this world was no different from his world.

It's only now that I realize the difference.

It's just too close, he didn't notice it.

The youngsters in that world are good schoolmasters, and they are calm and mature different from their peers, but they won't...

Not knowing how to describe it, Gao Ran fell silent.

On the way here, Gao Ran's vision was blurred and he cried all the way, his eyes are still swollen at the moment.

Jia Shuai's voice sounded, "Gao Ran, do you think I'm too indifferent?"

Gao Ran didn't respond.

Jia Shuai put the clothes folded into cubes into the closet, "My mother is gone, no matter how much I cry, nothing will change."

Gao Ran leaned against the table, "Shuaishai, are you sad?"

Jia Shuai asked back, "What do you think?"

Gao Ran looked at Fa Xiao and said nothing.

Jia Shuai tilted his head slightly, his brows were a bit long, covering his eyebrows and eyes, casting a shadow, making it difficult to see what was in his eyes.

He said, "Gao Ran, I feel sad, so you can't see it."

High-burning finger-picking.

This is the little trick he does when he can't figure it out.

Jia Shuai closed the door of the cupboard, "Sadness doesn't come only from weeping bitterly."

Gao Ran subconsciously didn't want to understand.

From the end of July to now, in less than two months, too many things have happened.

Regarding Gao Ran himself, he drowned, came to a parallel world, cared about his parents in that world, worried about the whereabouts of his other self, possessed an ability with sequelae, and suffered from severe insomnia, stepping on the verge of collapse Online, he has been suffering, very painful, and no one can say, he dare not, afraid.

Then came the affairs of my hometown, my aunt, my cousin, the village chief...all the familiar faces became strange.

The things in those memories obviously haven't faded, but I don't know what kind of mentality to recall.

Followed by a serial murder case spanning five years, one person died one after another,

Now the handsome mother is gone too.

Life is like a flower made of paper.

Gao Ran wiped his face, the corners of his eyes were red, his shoulders trembled, and he said abruptly, "Shuai Shuai, will you transfer schools?"

Jia Shuai paused his hand slightly, and said for a while, "I don't know."

Both teenagers quieted down, immersed in their respective worlds.

Before I grew up, I already experienced hesitation.

The road to the future is at your feet. It seems clear, but it is not straight, and it is full of countless turning points.

No one knows whether it is a dirt road, a gravel road, or a flat asphalt road.

Gao Ran asked for leave in the afternoon.

It was rare for Liu Xiu not to chatter. She sat on the bamboo chair and wrapped the ball of wool, sighing from time to time.

Two days ago, I met a handsome mother on the street, talking and laughing, chatting about the children's studies, before leaving, I made an appointment to go to the farmer's market together on the weekend, and bought some vermicelli and sweet potatoes.

I don't know if a good person says no, it will be gone.

Human affairs are impermanent.

Liu Xiu sighed again, she glanced at the old lady, although she hadn't remembered anything in the past few years, the problem of tossing around became more and more serious.

But there is still breath, no matter what, it is a hundred times better than lying on the ground.

"Xiao Ran, why don't you let Shuai Shuai come to your house?"

Liu Xiu looked at his son lying on the table, "His father didn't come back. He is alone at home right now, and he has no one to talk to. He must be sad."

Gao Ran straightened up, "I told you, he won't come."

Liu Xiu frowned, "Then what about his uncle and uncle? What kind of attitude? Don't you want to help?"

Gao Ran leaned back again, "Shuaishai has his own plans."

"Shuai Shuai is not like a child, but like an old man."

After Liu Xiu said a word of emotion, he didn't say much. It's useless for his own children to talk too much, let alone someone else's. "Xiao Ran, come and help mom wind the wool."

Gao Ran hooked up a bench with his feet and sat there, winding the wool round and round, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Liu Xiu said, "It's getting cold, and when the temperature drops again in two months, you should wear a sweater and woolen trousers. The legs of your woolen trousers are short, and Mom has to connect them for you."

"..."

Gao Ran was speechless, "No, Mom, I've been wearing woolen trousers for many years. The looser the waist of the trousers, the shorter the trouser legs. You pick them up every other year, and they are all different colors. Are you going to use them as family heirlooms?" ?”

Liu Xiu said angrily, "Re-schedule a waste of time. I have my elders and children to take care of every day, so where is the time?"

Gao Ran pouted, "Then you teach me, I will do it myself."

Liu Xiu treats his son as nonsense, "Why are you here? Don't waste the wool."

Gao Ran played with the ball of wool, waiting for his winter vacation to study.

He sighed, not long after the end of the summer vacation, he was looking forward to the winter vacation.

After winding the yarn, Gao Ran secretly called Feng Bei to inquire about the progress of the reconnaissance while his mother was visiting Zhang Rong's house next door and his grandma was sleeping in the back room.

Feng Bei was still in the meeting room. On the table was a messy pile of maps, paper and pens filled with numbers and locations, case files, and unfinished steamed buns.

When the phone rang, Feng Bei had just swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns, his throat was scratched, and his voice was muddy when he spoke, "Are you on leave?"

Gao Ran hummed, "Brother Xiaobei, what's wrong with your throat?"

Feng Bei acted like a baby unconsciously, "It hurts."

Gao Ran said, "Smoking less will affect your health. It is a thing that does all kinds of harm but no benefit."

Feng Bei was happy in his heart, and said, "Lorry, you're so wordy."

"Tell me, what happened?"

Gao Ran said softly, "Handsome's mother passed away."

Feng Bei frowned, "So you asked for leave to stay at home with him?"

Gao Ran said no, and said sullenly, "He didn't want me to accompany him. I couldn't calm down and listen to the class, so I just didn't go."

Feng Bei opened the door of the conference room and went out, "Life is divided into several stages, and each stage should have the appearance of that stage. Children only think about what children think about, and don't steal from adults. When you grow up, there will be so many things. You can't shake it off."

Gao Ran said, "I know."

But it just couldn't be done.

A person who has died once, with a shocking secret in his hands, can't continue to be carefree.

All are installed.

Feng Bei exhaled from the window in the corridor, and pressed his temple with one hand, "Apart from this, is there anything else?"

Gao Ran said yes, "Has the digital code left by the murderer been cracked?"

Feng Bei's face darkened, "You're almost bald, why do you still think about this?"

Gao Ran was very distressed, "I can't control it, if I don't make the whole story clear, I will always think about it."

Feng Beixin said, why don't you think about me.

"2696 has been broken, but 63856 has not yet been solved."

Gao Ran immediately asked for the password of 2696.

Feng Bei spoke briefly.

Gao Ran asked excitedly, "Who thought of it? Are you the experts you invited?"

Feng Bei said, "Me."

Gao Ran was surprised for a while, "Brother Xiaobei, aren't you from the action team?"

Feng Bei said, "The action team must also have brains."

He teased, "Don't feel inferior, your brother and I have received professional criminal investigation training, you are still a kid who didn't graduate from high school, take your time."

Gao Ran said, "I don't feel inferior, I just think you're awesome."

Feng Bei's throat rolled, and he said with a smile, "There are even better ones, I'll let you see them later."

"Really? Then I'll wait."

Gao Ran asked tentatively, "Brother Xiaobei, can you tell me the list on the roster?"

Feng Bei rubbed his forehead, "Brother, there are dozens of pages in the roster, and my brother can't report them to you one by one."

Gao Ran quickly said that he would come and get it, "I'll go now!"

The young man's energy infected Feng Bei, and his fatigue faded a little, "Okay, come on."

Gao Ran slammed on his bicycle to go to the bureau.

Feng Bei waited at the door, and handed the copied roster to him, "Keep it safe, give it to me after reading it, and make sure of two things."

"One, there is no shortage of pages in the roster, and two, no one will see it except you."

Gao Ran saluted decently, "I promise to complete the task!"

Feng Bei was amused by the young man, "Stupid."

Gao Ran gets the things and leaves.

Feng Bei put down his hand that was raised in the air, but he didn't touch the boy's hair, and his angry face turned black.

Feel like a big loser.

The team members worked hard all day, narrowing the scope of the investigation again and again, from more than 50 to more than 20, and then to less than [-].

Everyone stayed up all night without closing their eyes, and in the early morning of the next day, they finally cracked the code.

This is an exciting result.

Feng Bei picked up his coat and put it on. The phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at the number and had a guess in his mind, "Didn't sleep at night?"

Gao Ran felt guilty, "It's okay, I'll make it up during the day, Brother Xiaobei, I used the method of elimination to circle the Dasha Road, but I can't be 100% sure, only [-]% to [-]% sure, where are you?"

"Same."

Feng Bei hooked his lips, and lowered his voice, "Wait, brother, go back to sleep with you tonight."

Gao Ran on the other end touched his ear, it was numb, as if an electric current had flowed through it.

He reacted, and muttered with a shy face, "What and what."

Sleeping less really affects brain development.

Feng Bei ordered, "Go and monitor."

Lu Ye looked at the map, "Boss, there are South Nansha Road and North Nansha Road. If we control both roads, we will not have enough manpower."

Feng Bei immediately went to Bureau Zheng to apply for the mobilization of police force.

Bureau Zheng held a meeting with Feng Bei and decided to transfer the backbone of other detachments to participate.

This time, people must be captured, and they must be foolproof, and there must be no accidents.

The death time of the six victims was all at night, and the murderer chose that time period for the convenience of committing crimes and cleaning up the scene.

Nansha South Road is next to the canal, and there is a part of it that is relatively remote and the road is not easy to walk. Sometimes there will be no ghosts for an hour.

Feng Bei was in charge of that area.

It's raining heavily tonight.

Gao Ran sat at the desk and looked out the window, the glass was covered with small water snakes, and it seemed that they would not get off for a while.

Why don't you go down early, don't go down late, why do you start to go down at this moment?

God really picks the time.

Gao Ran stuffed two big red dates into his mouth, the murderer had a [-]/[-] chance of committing a crime tonight and a [-]/[-] chance of not committing a crime.

The police must hope that it will be tonight, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

But the murderer has grown up now, and he doesn't think that the digital password he set will be broken.

Gao Ran spat out the date pits into the garbage basket, took a drink from the cup, stood up and walked back and forth in the room, unable to hide his anxiety and nervousness.

I hope Brother Xiaobei will be able to perform his mission safely and smoothly, and it must not be another deadlock.

That way everyone can get a good night's sleep.

After ten o'clock, Nansha Road.

A young man was walking in the rainy alley with a beer bottle. He drank too much, staggered as he walked, and his face was full of frustration and resentment.

The road was slippery, the young man staggered, he kicked the brick floor vigorously, "Fuck you, even you are against me! Even you are against me! Fuck you!"

A figure appeared at the entrance of the alley on the left.

Feng Bei, who had been in hiding for a long time, recognized who it was, his pupils constricted, unexpected, but also expected.

After the young man had vented, he walked forward in the rain, threw the beer bottle with his head up and took a few sips of wine, took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, playing a drunken madness.

The figure followed him all the time, not far away.

There were repeated voices in the alley, which seemed very strange.

When the time came, Feng Bei quickly put his hand behind his waist, and walked out of the shadows with his gun in hand, "Wang Dongping."

The figure paused, then turned around, holding a knife in his hand, and looked over calmly.