I come from a parallel world

Yang Zhi doesn't smoke or drink, he hasn't slept for two nights, his energy is low, so he can only apply balm on both sides of his temples to help him concentrate.

When Accountant Wu was being interrogated, Feng Bei stood by.

The smell of balm in the air was very strong. Yang Zhi pulled out the cap of his pen, but failed to remove it twice.

Feng Bei waved Yang Zhi to stand aside, and he sat on it to take notes.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was Accountant Wu, with disheveled hair reaching his waist, prominent cheekbones, sallow complexion, skinny arms and legs, and an undisguised morbidity.

Accountant Wu has a rotten smell, emanating from his bones, and has been hiding in a dark place for a long time, moldy.

But there was no trauma on his body, and there were no traces of old injuries.

Explain that he was not subjected to violence.

After taking his last puff of cigarette, Feng Bei pinched it on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe. He looked at the thin middle-aged man.

Wang Dongping's family lived in a remote place, and his family was the only one in the alley. The earthen house was dilapidated, and Li Juan was prone to illnesses, so no one visited their house.

Relatives did not go either.

If people are accidentally stimulated and things go wrong on them, then they will be in bad luck.

So in the past few years, Wang Dongping and Li Juan have been almost isolated, and no one cares about their lives.

Besides, the times are changing too fast nowadays, you have to keep up with the rhythm, and you can't be left behind by the big teams.

I can't finish my own affairs, who still has that leisure time.

Out of the alley of Wang Dongping's house, turn left and it is a dead-end alley. There are no residents, just a dilapidated small house.

It is said to be a house, but it is actually a shed with a roof, which is dilapidated.

At first glance, there is nothing of value to search.

According to the investigation, that dilapidated house used to be a home. The old ones died of old age, and the young ones left, so the home became an empty house.

One year, two years... Ten years and 20 years have passed, and the empty house has become a dilapidated house.

Unexpectedly, people were hiding there, and a passage was dug underground.

Wang Dongping used that passage to escape the police's surveillance.

Feng Bei went to Wang Dongping's house a few times, and passed by the small dilapidated house a few times, he really didn't doubt it.

The interrogation room was silent for about ten minutes.

Yang Zhi couldn't figure out what the boss was planning, so he didn't say much.

Feng Bei was still looking at the middle-aged man, and found that there was one thing that seemed out of place all over his body, and that was his hands.

The nails are neatly trimmed and polished, and the phalanges are slender. You don't need to look to know that there are no calluses in your palms.

In addition, there is a little black on the pad of his index finger, like ink.

It is estimated that it was taken away suddenly and there was no time to clean it.

Based on this detail, Feng Bei deduced two pieces of information. First, Accountant Wu is a literati who likes to write and practice calligraphy.

Second, accountant Wu was not imprisoned by Wang Dongping, probably because he didn't want to come out, he was used to living in that hut.

For him, it's safe there.

Feng Bei took a sip of water, coughed twice to clear his throat, "Accountant Wu, have you been here in the past few years?"

Accountant Wu did not respond.

Feng Bei intentionally expressed his longing tone, "The county has undergone great changes, state-owned enterprises are gradually being privatized, everyone is encouraged to be a boss, and the people are willing to cooperate with the government to develop the county into..."

Accountant Wu opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and indistinct, full of sarcasm, "No matter how you change, people's hearts are still ugly and gloomy."

Feng Bei raised his eyebrows, and it would be easy to pry his mouth open.

He sighed, "Tianyuan Hotel is haunted by ghosts, and no one took over that land."

Accountant Wu showed that expression again, but didn't say anything.

Feng Bei said, "The government has been trying to find a way for the past few years."

That expression appeared on Accountant Wu's face for the third time, and he sneered, "The rumors are just used to silence the workers, to tell the common people that those people want to make huge profits, and land prices rise instead of falling. Now."

Feng Bei frowned.

The government is not on the same line with them, and they can't deal with them. He doesn't know what the internal operation is like.

However, Feng Bei could also guess some phenomena.

He tapped his fingers, "You are the same as Wang Dongping, you both hate this society, so you stand together."

Accountant Wu smiled, but the meaning was unclear.

Feng Bei said, "Using the roster to set up a digital password is indeed a surprise, but once it is discovered, you will expose yourself."

"I used the roster once when killing the fifth deceased. For safety reasons, I will not use it a second time. But you used it again after killing the sixth deceased. Why did you make such a low-level and fatal mistake?"

Accountant Wu was indifferent.

"At first, I thought it was because you guys were inflated and overconfident. I thought the police were idiots and idlers, and they would never be able to solve it. Later, I found out that it was wrong."

Feng Bei stood up, propped his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly, "You are sending Wang Dongping to the police, it may not be you, but someone else, and you and Wang Dongping were pushed out by that person. The password is to guide the police to arrest people."

Accountant Wu tilted his head back a little, "Captain Feng, besides relying on intuition, analysis, and reasoning, you police also rely on nonsense?"

Feng Bei smiled and said, "I'm not trying to divorce you, I'm just afraid that you will be kept in the dark."

Accountant Wu closed his eyes.

No matter what Feng Bei asked afterwards, Accountant Wu didn't spit out anything.

Feng Bei scalped vigorously, walked around the table violently, with his foot on the corner of the table, "Six cases, six lives!"

"The first deceased was a construction equipment seller. On the day of the accident, he had just embraced his grandson. The second deceased was a woman. Her husband was sick in bed. The family's financial resources depended entirely on her. There were seniors and young children. The three deceased were a middle-aged manager whose wife was a housewife with no income. They had a daughter. Once he died, the whole family would be ruined. The fourth deceased was a young woman who had just been dating. The fifth deceased was a cook. When my father was working in the early years, one arm was swept off by a machine, and life was inconvenient. He had an accident, and my father could only wait to die. The sixth deceased was an ordinary office worker. He had a wife and children in his hometown. He sent home a little living expenses every month. Ruined six families!"

Accountant Wu turned a deaf ear to it.

Feng Bei's face was gloomy, and he was about to charge forward.

Yang Zhi pulled him back in time, "Boss, boss, go out and talk."

A second before the door closed, Accountant Wu's voice sounded in the interrogation room, "My mother is in good health. The workers came to the house to make trouble and injured her in the chaos. The matter is still going on and on. My mother fell ill with anger."

"One day I carried my mother to the hospital. I was stopped by some workers on the way. They said they would let us go only after paying the wages. I had no money. I kowtowed to them, but they still wouldn't let me go. Finally, I carried my dead mother back to the hospital. home."

The door is closed.

Feng Bei and Yang Zhi stood at the door, neither of them said anything, they just stood there for a long time.

Far away from the interrogation room, Yang Zhi endured it, couldn't hold it back, and felt really panicked, "Why don't they find those workers, or the government...not the boss, I mean...not what I mean, it's just an old saying , there are grievances and debts..."

Feng Bei interrupted him, "Is there a difference?"

Yang Zhi said, "Is there any?"

Feng Bei asked, "Are the family members of those people innocent?"

Yang Zhi nodded.

Feng Bei said, "When they die, their families will suffer."

Yang Zhi was dumbfounded.

"Normal people's thinking logic can't be applied to anti-social personality, they don't care about that at all."

Feng Bei said, "Besides, I doubt that the killing was random."

Yang Zhi was surprised, "No? But the social relationships of those victims did not overlap."

Feng Bei twisted the word Chuan between his brows, "Our scouting direction is wrong."

"Boss, go and check Qian Lishan's business situation, background, connections, and debts."

After Feng Bei explained, he walked outside, collecting his thoughts while walking.

Why didn't Wang Dongping kill accountant Wu?

the reason is simple.

Accountant Wu is also a victim of Tianyuan Hotel, abandoned by this society, and he found familiar things in the other party - pity, anger, distortion, hatred, and despair.

From Li Juan's statement, it can be seen that she really hates Accountant Wu.

If Li Juan knew the existence of Accountant Wu, she would definitely not let it go.

So Li Juan didn't know.

Feng Bei deduced from the existing clues that there was another person hiding in the shadows, and he had to drag that person out.

The next morning, a major event happened in the county, and the morning newspapers in the newsstands were swept away.

Team Feng threw the newspaper vigorously, "Contact me that newspaper office!"

Yang Zhi picked up the newspaper and read it, his eyes opened, "Boss, I'm afraid it won't work."

Feng Bei stared over.

Yang Zhi swallowed, "This newspaper office cannot be moved, otherwise the people above will be involved."

Having said that, it is clear.

Feng Bei summoned everyone in the team, "Who leaked the case?"

Everyone was silent, dumbfounded.

"Are you all dumb?"

Feng Bei roared, "Do you want me to be interrogated one by one?"

"Boss, I didn't say anything."

"Me neither."

"In the past few days, we have been eating, drinking, and lying in the bureau. We have no time to go home to see friends, and we have nothing to say if we want to talk."

"..."

Members of the team expressed their opinions one by one.

Feng Bei thought of something, he was about to go to Director Zheng when the other party called him.

Director Zheng smiled when he saw the people coming in, "Team Feng did a good job. The Municipal Bureau called and they are very satisfied with your efficiency."

"By the way, all those who should be credited should report their names, and the city bureau will have praise and bonuses."

Feng Bei said in a deep voice, "Ju Zheng, the case is not over yet."

Director Zheng stopped holding the teacup, "It's not over? The murderer has been arrested, what else is there to investigate? I didn't say you, I only found out about this matter by reading the newspaper. You boy didn't report to me, but first Contact the newspaper..."

The following words were interrupted.

"I didn't contact the newspaper." Team Feng sullenly said, "Board Zheng, the serial murder case slipped through the cracks."

The smile on Bureau Zheng's face disappeared in an instant, "This case has been reported, and the city bureau has been alarmed. What joke are you talking about with me now?"

Feng Bei's expression turned ugly, "Ju Zheng, this is a plan. Someone did it deliberately, with the purpose of turning the case into a pile of waste paper and stuffing it in the case file."

Zheng Ju's complexion was even uglier.

Feng Bei said, "My people didn't disclose it to the outside world, so the only ones who provide the case to the newspaper are the insiders."

He told the verified information together with the information to be verified.

Bureau Zheng fell silent.

I don't know if it's because I'm shocked, or because I feel troubled.

Feng Bei said solemnly, "I will investigate secretly, and when I have evidence, I will directly arrest people."

Bureau Zheng said, "What if it is discovered before you find out?"

Feng Bei said, "I'll go in person."

"Go in person? If you go in person, you can be [-]% sure?"

Bureau Zheng said, "Have you ever thought about it? If you want to disturb that person, the matter will be very complicated. It is not something you can handle alone. At that time, I will have to come forward!"

Feng Bei said sternly, "Director Zheng, I am a people's policeman."

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Bureau Zheng picked up the phone to dial the number, but put it down again. He sighed, it seemed that there was no hope of retiring safely.

Well, let's just go with it.

After school, Gao Ran met a familiar figure in the alley outside the school gate.

The man was dressed in black, leaning against the wall, with a slightly arched back and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His posture was casual and masculine.

It's not something that happens to high school students.

The girls looked sideways frequently.

Gao Ran rode over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Feng Bei raised his eyes and smiled, "By the way."

Gao Ran couldn't tell whether what the man said was true or not.

Feng Bei glanced back, "Where are you growing up?"

Gao Ran said, "Shuai Shuai's father came back today and took half a day off."

Recently something happened to Shuai Shuai's family, his mother is gone, the teacher knows about it.

Considering his physical and mental health, he asked for leave, and the teacher would basically approve it.

The smoke around Feng Bei's mouth flickered, "His dad? I haven't heard you mention it."

Gao Ran said it was his stepfather, "Shuai Shuai calls him Dad, not Uncle."

Feng Bei tutted, "That's really strange."

Usually, in reorganized families, children have a strong sense of resistance to their father or mother's new partner, thinking that the other half is a bad person who destroys their parents' relationship.

It's not bad to call uncle and aunt, and some call hello directly, or simply ignore it.

The bells kept ringing.

Some students walked, some rode bicycles, scattered in the three branch alleys.

Gao Ran stopped and refused to go, a bicycle was in the way, and a boy was cursing behind him.

This is definitely a good opportunity to attract girls' attention. If you seize it, if you go to the classroom tomorrow morning, you may find a love letter in your desk pocket.

However, their fuss made Gao Ran and Feng Bei the focus.

The young and sunny boy is completely different from the mature and tough uncle.

Feng Bei glanced at the girls who appeared in his field of vision, school uniforms, schoolbags, ponytails, immature faces, all of them were full of youthfulness, clean and innocent, just like teenagers.

They are in the same period of time.

And that period of time has long since faded away from Feng Bei's life, all the colors have faded away, and he can't remember what he looked like back then.

Feng Bei's forehead twitched, and a sense of crisis suddenly swept over him, feeling that he was excluded and unable to squeeze in.

If a boy falls in love early, he will vomit blood.

Feng Bei immediately asked the boy to get down, and quickly drove him out of the alley.

Gao Ran sat in the back seat, ignoring the curious eyes behind him, "Mr. Qian didn't come to class today, and the math class was taken by the head teacher."

Feng Bei said, "He went to the city. He didn't take a bus, but a car from the city."

Gao Ran was astonished. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the man say, "I'm going to the city overnight tonight."

The atmosphere became tense.

Gao Ran tugged at the clothes behind the man, "Alone?"

Feng Bei said, "Alone."

Gao Ran blurted out, "Don't you have a lot of people under your command? Can't you bring a few over there?"

Feng Bei said that it was inconvenient to do things with so many people, "If all goes well, I will be back next week."

Gao Ran grabbed his eyebrows.

What if it doesn't go well?He didn't ask.

Feng Bei turned the corner, "You sleep by yourself at night, if you can't do it, just take the medicine, I have it in the left pocket of my gown."

Gao Ran reached in and touched a medicine bottle, "You got it for me?"

Feng Bei rang the bell, and rode side by side in front of the bicycle, passing between the tired and crooked young couple, "This is the sleeping pill I prescribed for you from an old friend. You can only take one pill at a time, and you can't take more. .”

Gao Ran put it away, "Thank you."

Feng Bei was reciprocal, "You're welcome."

He asked curiously, "That's it? If you don't ask about the ingredients of the medicine and whether there are any side effects, is my friend reliable?"

Gao Ran was stunned for a moment, telling the truth, "No."

It stands to reason that this medicine should not be taken indiscriminately, and he is not an idiot, so he must have asked, but he didn't ask any of them.

At this moment, Feng Bei's heart blossomed with joy.

The atmosphere relaxed again.

Gao Ran's bangs were blown to pieces by the wind. He narrowed his eyes and looked longingly, "I haven't been to the city yet. I'll apply to my dad after my birthday."

Feng Bei turned his neck back to look at the boy, "When's the birthday?"

Gao Ran said, "It's early."

Feng Bei's eyes darkened, and he said with a smile, "The year of the monkey?"

Gao Ran rolled his eyes, "The sixth day of June next year."

Feng Bei calculated that there were still about ten months left, but fortunately time passed quickly.

As soon as the year is over, as soon as the padded jacket is taken off, and the sweater and wool pants are taken off, it will be here.

At night, Gao Ran tossed and couldn't fall asleep, always thinking about the bad, worrying about Xiaobei's safety.

He knew he was anxious and getting more and more anxious.

Since coming to the parallel world, problems have occurred one after another.

Gao Ran took out the medicine bottle, poured a pill into his hand, and swallowed it with his saliva.

Hiccups smell like medicine.

On Sunday morning, Jia Shuai came to Gao Ran.

Gao Ran hid the novel under Simmons's mattress when he heard the shout, ran to the door and came back, hiding the novel in the corner of the closet.

After ensuring that the safety measures were in place, Gao Ran quickly ran out, stood on the balcony and looked into the yard, "Shuai Shuai, where is your dad?"

Jia Shuai said, "Leaving again."

Gao Ran ran downstairs and said in surprise, "So fast?"

Jia Shuai only said one word, "Busy."

Gao Ran pays attention to Faxiao's expression. He lost his father when he was a child, and now his mother is gone. His stepfather is busy with work and can't take care of his family. He must be very sad.

He organized his words, "Your father is engaged in research and has many things to do. There is no way. I guess he also wants to spend more time with you."

"I know."

Jia Shuai's face was very calm, he was used to it, and he didn't even think there was any problem. He changed the subject, "I read the newspaper and it turned out that it was a serial murder case."

"Well, it's already broken." Gao Ran didn't say much, he was half dead, "So my dad quickly found me a cram school, starting next Tuesday, math and English."

Jia Shuai followed him into the room, "If you want to be in the top ten, you have to make up lessons."

Gao Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, "Top ten? Wait for me to enter the top twenty."

Liu Xiujin seemed very warm, kind, and kind. She brought out a fruit plate, and each small compartment was stuffed with peanuts, melon seeds, candies, and sesame candies.

Gao Ran was dumbfounded, he didn't even know when he bought it.

Liu Xiu ignored the complaining eyes from his son, and kept telling Jia Shuai to eat this and that, and told him not to make a fuss.

He talked a lot, and stared at him from time to time.

Gao Ran has the illusion that his mother wants to accept Shuai Shuai as his son.

Liu Xiu is overflowing with maternal love.

Although Jia Shuai didn't show any sullen emotions at all, and didn't send out "I need love" signals, he was no different from usual.

After a while, there were two piles of peanut shells on the table in the main room.

Gao Ran said that he couldn't eat any more, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep in bed at night.

Jia Shuai removed all the shells of the melon seeds, and wiped the table carefully, "Go out to play table tennis?"

Gao Ran shook his head, not in the mood. He didn't know what the situation of Brother Xiao Bei was in the city, whether he was in danger, and whether he could solve it.

Two days have passed.

Blistering occurred on the high burner, and there was a piece of damage at the corner of the mouth.

When Liu Xiu took over the pot cover, he called him over and told him to wipe his mouth with some water from the wooden board inside the pot cover by mistake.

Gao Ran did as he did, and without paying attention, his hand touched the edge of the iron pot and it burned.

Liu Xiu hurriedly scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on the scalded part of her son, muttering, "I've been out of my mind all day long, my eyebrows are still twitching, I sigh after eating, I lost several pieces of my hair, and I can't get fat. You are the one who worries the most in the whole family!"

Gao Ranxin said that this is the price of rebirth.

Liu Xiu was worried, and asked him to put his hand into the bucket, "You soak it, I'll go to the small clinic to see if there is any scald medicine."

Gao Ran said he would go by himself.

As a result, by the time Gao Ran reacted, he was already standing at the gate of the police station.

He wiped his face, "Damn it, what's wrong with me? Did I hit something evil?"

Or did Brother Xiaobei drug him?

Gao Ran turned his bicycle around and went to a small shop not far ahead to buy a pack of cigarettes.

The boss asks which one do you want?

Gao Ran said a name without hesitation, it was Hongtashan, which brother Xiao Bei often smoked.

When you buy cigarettes, you have to buy a lighter.

Gao Ran bought both of them, and when he came out he didn't have any money left in his pocket.

He squatted under a tree by the side of the road, smoking a cigarette, coughing, feeling like a little kid doing bad things behind his back.

or……

Give Brother Xiaobei a call?

Gao Ran shook his head, no, in case he calls, Brother Xiaobei is on a mission, and there may be delays.

Forget it, let's stop fighting, Brother Xiaobei will come back after the job is over, he is so powerful, he will definitely get the job done.

In the math class on Wednesday, everyone didn't see the head teacher. It was the math teacher who entered the classroom.

The female students cheered softly.

After all, the math teacher is the youngest and most handsome male teacher in the school, so it's normal for him to be treated like this.

Even if he has a partner, he is still the idol of the female classmates.

For the whole class, Gao Ran didn't listen to a single formula, and focused all his attention on the person on the podium, observing his every move.

Gao Ran noticed that Mr. Qian's trousers were stained with chalk dust but he didn't wipe it off. He used to pay attention to his image and never did this.

This is a sign of absent-mindedness.

Gao Ran had a speculation in his mind that brother Xiaobei had already pulled the mayor's daughter's thread.

On Friday evening, Feng Bei came back from the city and brought back a statement and some physical evidence. He took someone to Qian Su's house without drinking a sip of water.

Qian Su sat at the desk with his back to them, without turning his head, "Wait until I finish grading the remaining homework."