After pompom enters Hades

Director Liu raised his finger and pointed at the half of the head, shaking his hands like Parkinson: "You you you..."

Zhang Yujin walked over quickly, took out the vial of quick-acting soul-saving pills from his bosom, and patted director Liu's trembling hand directly: "Don't get excited, swallow this before talking."

And the other criminal policemen in the office, after the baptism of the elderly people knocking on the car door of Xishan Cemetery, their endurance has improved a lot. Seeing Director Liu, who was blushing and about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, and Sun Shucheng, who insisted on apologizing, hurried over to smooth things over:

"Ju Liu takes the medicine first, and we'll talk about it after taking the medicine for anything!"

"Boss Liu, you see, the investigators from the Special Investigation Office didn't do it on purpose, don't..."

"Investigator Sun, why don't you cover it up first? Bureau Liu is too old to bear this kind of thing...Of course, it's not your fault. It's not your fault that you fell off your horse and died, right?"

And Zhu Ning was in a corner that no one noticed, and was so scared that it turned into a little pompom. It silently stepped out with its short legs and slowed down for a while, then turned back into a human and walked back.

At this time, Sun Shucheng had once again covered his appearance with a ghostly aura, and became that gentle and elegant scholar in long gowns again. Zhang Yujin, Zhang Yu, Zhao Lin, and the deputy team leader stood beside Sun Shucheng listening to the case, while Liu At this moment, the chief has completely withdrawn from the ranks of command, and is surrounded by criminal police who are half lying on the work chair, trembling and holding a cup of hot tea to ease the shock.

In the past two months, the number of missing people in Beishi has indeed been ridiculously high, but this alone cannot be used to determine that these missing people are all related to the night bus case.

Missing persons spread all over Beishi. Although not all cases were registered, they were all recorded. The deputy team leader went to contact the police stations of various sub-bureaus overnight and urgently transferred the files.And the monitoring needs to be retrieved through the relevant police station to the possible activity area before the missing person lost contact. It would be good to be able to transfer the monitoring back within a day, let alone screen out useful images.

Zhao Lin quickly adapted to the case analysis of ghosts: "If this is a serial murder case, no matter who the murderer is, it is likely to continue to commit crimes in a very short period of time. We can't wait any longer. Has the Special Investigation Office directly investigated the murderer? A night bus."

Zhu Ning took out a thin piece of white paper from his pocket: "The No. 302 bus burned down, and only this is left."

Director Liu rested there for a long time, and finally recovered. Seeing the discussion of the case here, he also insisted on joining: "This is?"

Zhu Ning: "The head of the conductor on bus No. 302."

A few criminal police who listened attentively by the side first recorded in their work notes: the suspect vehicle No. 302 has been burned, the rest is mutilated, half of the conductor's head, the texture is similar to white paper...

Director Liu stared wide-eyed, stunned for a moment, finally waved his hand weakly, and went back to lie down halfway to rest his breath.

Zhang Yujin seemed to want to know what happened on the bus, but didn't dare to ask.

Zhu Ning briefly described: "I got on the 302 road with investigator Wu, and saw Wang Peng's body paralyzed in the back seat with a mobile phone in his hand, and then all the paper figures in the car came to attack him with knives. the driver's head, and everything started to burn by itself."

It sounded like they were playing house, not dangerous at all.

A criminal policeman next to him asked suspiciously: "Is it these paper figures whose heads will fall off as soon as they are pulled, killing Wang Peng, Geng Li and Kang Dayong?"

Zhu Ning had to correct this misunderstanding: "Maybe only investigator Wu can tear off their heads..."

Zhang Yujin took the piece of paper from Zhu Ning's hand, looked at it for a moment, and found dots of red cinnabar on the inside of the thin paper.

"The man behind the scenes probably pasted the talisman paper on the paper puppet. Although the 302 road was destroyed, this is not the only paper bus that was manipulated. If other paper buses can be found, before the people behind the scenes destroy the traces , Take out the talisman paper inside, just like a robot takes out the battery, the paper figurine will never spontaneously ignite again."

Zhang Yu: "As long as I can get the complete rune paper, I can track down the rune master."

Zhao Lin was a little distressed: "Finding out problematic night buses in the whole of Beishi is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"It's not that there is no other way." Zhang Yu took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, played it in his hand, and said casually: "A few days ago, my friend sent the missing Matsuno on the night bus No. 24. If he dies, And it was a tragic death, I can find the place of his death, or the place where his body was dumped, through resentment."

Director Liu half-lyed on the sofa to catch his breath again. Hearing the discussion here, he tried to keep up with the new thinking of handling the case. He sat up and asked shamelessly, "Why is it or? Is there any particularity to it?"

Zhang Yu glanced at Director Liu, and finally said: "It depends on the preference of the wronged soul, whether he likes to chase the paper cart that killed him, or like to circle around his tragic death."

Director Liu lay down again.

Zhang Yu ignored him and lit the cigarette in his hand. According to the information in Sun Shucheng's sleeve, he read out Matsuno's hometown and birthday, as well as a series of difficult formulas.

But Zhu Ning could vaguely understand, Zhang Yunian's mantra was the ghost language "The soul is back, what's wrong with you."

But after this simple sentence was uttered in ghost language, the entire office suddenly went dark, and the light of the incandescent lamp was suddenly blocked by some kind of black veil, leaving only a hazy red light.

The original thin white smoke slowly turned into a thick black mist, spreading in midair, like a lake of black gold, vaguely showing a blurry picture that is constantly surging.

You can vaguely see the cement factory buildings and messy courtyards, which are unremarkable.

Zhao Lin: "You can find hundreds of such backyards in Beishi. Is this the back door...or a wooden cabinet? It's too vague."

It’s okay if it’s a static picture, but the constantly surging smoke is like the ripples of the lake, dazzling people and making it difficult to see the specific details.

Just when several people in the room tried their best to identify them.

click-

There was a light beep of a mobile phone taking pictures.

Zhang Yujin raised his voice; "You can't take pictures! This is what the ghosts saw. You absolutely can't take pictures. Who is—"

Zhang Yu cursed, stretched out his hand and extinguished the cigarette, and the whole office brightened up quickly.

"I want to see who took the photo." Zhao Lin slapped the table angrily and shouted, while looking for the culprit left and right: "Little bastard, is it the first day you enter the police station... Liu, Liu Bureau?"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes followed Captain Zhao's gaze——

Director Liu, who is over half a century old, has a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and is holding his high-end elderly phone to the ceiling with an extremely serious expression.

Zhao Lin's cursing stopped instantly.

An extremely embarrassing silence spread silently in the office formula...

Director Liu cleared his throat in embarrassment, and then took back the high-end elderly machine to try to cover it up, but——

【drop!Your phone is about to restart, beep!Your phone is about to... BOOM! ! ! 】

Bureau Liu's high-end elderly machine blew up after tenaciously trying to restart it.

Everyone: "..."

There was a pungent smell of burning plastic in the office.