Netherworld Investigator

"Hey, wake up." Tang Xiaofeng kicked him under the table.

Raising his head, Director Liao, who was sitting in the chief seat, gave Wen Baifan a hard look, and a group of colleagues around him looked at him with pity.

"I really admire you. You can fall asleep within a few minutes of the meeting. This skill is really amazing." Tang Xiaofeng continued to talk to him in a low voice, "Don't you go to bed early every day? Call me after nine o'clock It doesn’t make sense, I didn’t dare to find you for the copy of Hunting Mountain last night, just because I was afraid of disturbing your old man’s sleep.”

Wen Baifan was a little confused about what was going on, but this scene seemed to have happened before, and he had a vague impression that he must have dreamed about the past.

He glanced at Tang Xiaofeng who was sitting next to him. It was no longer the black and white face on the portrait, but his brows and eyes were filled with a lively look, which brought him back seven or eight years ago.

"Slept, didn't sleep well." Wen Baifan hung his head on the chair with the back of the chair against the back of his head, and decided to indulge himself in this strange dream for a while. "I had nightmares all night."

"It's a nightmare, then you're in luck!"

"Do you have any misunderstanding about luck?"

"I didn't finish. I mean, you are lucky. I will give you an artifact later, a soothing aromatherapy lamp. Brother Yun bought one the day before yesterday. Buy one get one free. She gave me the gift. I said I want Why are you here? I’m such a big guy with a sissy scent. People don’t think I’m a pervert when I go out. But she said that if I don’t want it, I’ll throw it away. I think it’s a waste to throw it away. I planned to go home and give it to me Sister, it’s just right, I’ll see you off.”

"Don't, I'm most afraid of those gaudy smells, I have a sensitive nose." Wen Baifan lied weakly on the table, clasping a seam on the table, "Besides, if they give you something, you should keep it carefully and give it away as soon as you hand it over." People are so sad."

"She didn't give it specially, it's just a gift, it's just a gift." Tang Xiaofeng looked indifferent, thought for a while, and then smiled, "Besides, the gift I gave her before, didn't she also pass it on to you? ? I'm not sad either."

"Yes, not only are you not sad, but you also laughed happily. Thank you both...for the April Fool's Day gift." Wen Baifan rolled his eyes, "Please keep it for yourself next time, don't hurt others."

"I really appreciate you two, who keep supporting me down below!" Director Liao slapped the table angrily, pointing at Tang Xiaofeng and Wen Baifan, "Is it you who say it or me, you say you come up and tell me, come on , I’ll go down, Tang Xiaofeng, aren’t you the one who talks the most, come up!”

Some of the other people present covered their mouths and coughed lightly, while others pressed their palms into fists to their lips, holding back a smile with difficulty.

"Being late, going to bed, having a small meeting, what do you think is the difference between you and elementary school students! You never show up until the last three seconds at work. No wonder the case of the **** was solved so quickly a few days ago. Dare to be trained so well Alright, let’s count down every day for a life-threatening sprint.”

Tang Xiaofeng was being scolded honestly, showing most of his face to Wen Baifan, and whispered, "Will Mr. Liao say the next sentence, you are really the worst class I have ever led?"

Wen Baifan couldn't help laughing.

His laughter was somewhat restrained at first, and then became more and more indulgent. The loud laughter even overshadowed Director Liao's growling voice.

Tang Xiaofeng next to him tried his best to stop him with his crazy eyes, but Wen Baifan was still laughing, his eyes watered, and the laughter flew out of the window, brushed the treetops and canopy, and scratched the glass of the tall building The white clouds reflected on the outer wall rushed straight to the nine-day sky.

When he woke up again, Wen Baifan's eyes were pitch black, his hands and feet were bound, and there was a clear pain in his palm.

The air was filled with the smell of damp and rotting vegetation. There was a small window high up in the wooden house where he lived, and a spoonful of moonlight faintly poured in and sprinkled the ground.

In the dim light, Wen Baifan worked hard to gradually adapt to the dark environment.

"Sleeping soundly?" An extremely familiar voice sounded in his mind, "But I have to remind you, there are less than 24 hours left, if you still can't bring the target back, the punishment will not be like that." It was that simple last time."

"Shut up!" Wen Baifan's tone carried the ferocity of a young man, full of vigor but no lethality. "As I said, I won't allow you to come into my head without permission."

He narrowed his eyes, looked around vigilantly, and asked again: "Ming... Uncle Ming, are you there?"

The other party was silent for a while, and it was the same voice just now, but the tone was obviously much calmer: "I am here, Fanfan, you can do well, be obedient, it will be over soon."

Wen Baifan responded angrily.

He had never seen "that person" with his own eyes. At the beginning, he thought that Zhao Ming was suffering from schizophrenia, so he treated himself with two completely different attitudes.

Even though Zhao Ming once told him that your birth and the whole meaning of your existence were for that great man, Wen Baifan still couldn't resolve his hatred and disgust towards him.

That person has no face, no identity, but flows around him like a colorless and odorless poisonous gas. Unless he chooses to suffocate to death, it will never be possible to escape from his boundless envelope.

When his peers were still immersed in their homework, or were hiding under the covers and chatting with their close friends on a hot phone, the young Wen Baifan had to wander like a desperado in the ravine shrouded in darkness, completing some tasks. Leaving him scarred without actually training for anything.

Sometimes, Wen Baifan felt like a dog, when the owner threw the plastic frisbee forcefully again and again, he had to run with all his strength time and time again, to grab the frisbee before it hit the ground, and bring it back to the owner's feet.

Went to his.He's human, not some frisbee dog.

Wen Baifan took a deep breath, threw aside the rope he was struggling with, and kicked open the lock of the cabin.

He had to find a way to get out of here first, the task had to be completed, and he didn't want to accept those so-called punishments.For example, being hung upside down in the air over and over again in the cold water up and down as a belly; for example, being locked up in a dungeon full of lizards and insects for a whole night-you can't kill them, because every time one dies, they will be killed. You have to accept additional and more severe punishment.

These insidious tricks that lacked the great virtues of eight lifetimes were all thought up by "that person".

Wen Baifan has an innate special physique, he has a powerful self-healing factor, no matter how many injuries he has suffered, he can recover on his own.

However, a wound that will return to its original state does not mean that it will not hurt.Moreover, because he has five sensitive senses that are different from ordinary people, this caused him to suffer double the torture and pain every time he was injured.

And those cruel trainings are for Wen Baifan to learn to live with cruelty.

He thought about running away, but where could a teenage boy go alone?

Call the police?

But in this way, he couldn't hide the fact that he killed someone.

From the moment he fired the gun when he was eight years old, maybe earlier, his fate was written.

I still remember that night, Zhao Ming brought the eight-year-old him to the highest floor of the Bright Tower.

At his feet, there are the noisy lights of thousands of families in the world.

God said, let there be light, and an orderly world was established, but under the light, there is endless darkness and evil hidden.

"Human beings need executors of justice." Zhao Ming put the black gun in his palm again.

Wen Baifan ran in the mountains against the night wind, looking for the goal that would free him.

Suddenly, he stopped and suddenly remembered—this was a dream.

Great joy welled up in his heart, and he jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

There is a deep pool under the cliff, and a round moon glowing with silver light is spread on the water.

Wen Baifan plunged into the moon.

The crescent moon was hanging in the sky, and Wen Baifan slid down like riding a children's slide with a "whoosh".

In the dark night, the container terminal, the white thorn lights, the howling sea breeze, and the smell of fishy and salty in the air.

This place appeared countless times in Wen Baifan's childhood dreams, but in recent years, he rarely dreamed of this scene again.

Wen Baifan sighed deeply, raised his legs, and approached a high-built container.

He knew what was waiting for him after turning this corner.

Blood, bullets, hatred, and the next 20 years of life fighting the dragon.

Wen Baifan stopped in his tracks.

To his surprise, the place where his father's body should have been lying was now empty.

Come early?

With the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him, Wen Baifan quickly looked around and hid in the shadows sideways.

It was She Feng Wu and...Wen Yue who came here!

The two were arguing about something under the lamp, and she could faintly hear She Fengwu say: "You want to pick him up and go with you...you want to startle the snake...that person is already on his way..." and Wen Yue moved further away from him, only He could vaguely hear a few words, such as "son" and "A Jing", no matter how many there were, they couldn't really hear them clearly.

Wen Baifan was suspicious and was about to get closer when suddenly a hand came out from the darkness and patted his thin shoulder. "Got you."

Before falling into the fog of consciousness, Wen Baifan heard someone whisper in his ear: "Follow me."

In a daze, Wen Baifan felt his body lighten, as if someone picked him up in the air.The faint mint aroma lingered at the tip of his nose, and he sniffed his nose lightly.

A pair of big warm hands patted his back lightly a few times, making Wen Baifan, who was about to wake up, fall back into a dream again.

Some fragments without affiliation float in my mind, like sporadic light leaking from the impenetrable layers of branches and leaves in the deep shadow.

Maybe it was the interference of external information during the day, maybe it was the chaotic hallucinations produced under the influence of alcohol, maybe it was some strange side effects of Qiao Kejun's hypnosis at noon, in short, Wen Baifan had a dream, and this The dream has nothing to do with any memory of his past.

The sunshine of this day was as mellow as butter that was melting, and a tree appeared in the dream. The tree was heavily covered with fruits, bending the branches that should have grown towards the sky.The leaves are thick and green, like a huge green drop about to drip.

This picture was so vivid that Wen Baifan suddenly saw the swaying branches and leaves slowly poking their heads out of the hallucination.

He was carried off from the car, his little face was pale, and the familiar feeling of motion sickness made him very uncomfortable.

In this strange land in front of me, stands a castle with a top-notch roof.

The man gently opened the little boy's hand holding his sleeve, lifted the child up, and placed him on the branch of a big tree at the door, and flicked his forehead: "Be here and wait here." , Dad will come out soon."

The little boy watched the man's back disappear behind the door, and looked down. The ground was far away from him.

The wind was blowing the leaves, and the little boy suddenly felt frightened, and opened his mouth to cry or not.

A seven-spotted ladybug landed on his nose, and the little boy was so frightened that his eyes crossed. The screaming sound was like a milk cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Hey, why are you alone in the tree?" someone asked under the tree.

The little boy didn't dare to move around, he was worried about falling into the tree, and he didn't dare to reach out to catch the bugs. He opened his mouth to speak because he was afraid that the bugs would get into his mouth, so he could only cry out "uuuuuuuuuuuuu" for help.

The surrounding branches swayed, and someone deftly climbed up the tree and sat down beside the little boy.The boy tilted his head to look at him, then reached out and removed the horrible creature on the little boy's nose.

Crisis lifted.

The little boy let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head to look, and saw a good-looking little brother in a handsome jacket sitting next door.

The little boy's nose sniffed like an animal, and he smelled a mint-like herbal aroma from the man.

With someone by his side, the little boy felt that staying in the tree was not so scary, and the two began to chat with each other.

"I'll wait for my dad here."

"Oh."

"What is this place?"

"my home."

"Wow, does that car over there belong to your family too? It's so cool!"

"Ah."

The little brother cherishes words like gold, and it seems that he can't talk these days.But the little boy refused to admit defeat, and found another topic: "I don't like bugs, how about you?"

"Cats." The boy thought for a while, "I don't like cats."

The little boy looked incredible and exclaimed: "The cat is so cute, why are you afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid." The boy pursed his lips and said impatiently, "They are too clingy."

"Ah, can cats stick to you? That's amazing!" The little boy looked at him adoringly, as if it was some kind of amazing superpower, and sighed regretfully, "They never stick to you." mine."

The sun moved slowly under the shadow of the tree, and the golden light fell on the young man's hair. The little boy thought that this little brother looked very good even when he sneezed.

It's a pity that he couldn't remember to ask the other party's name from the beginning to the end.

"What did he dream about? He's smiling so happily." Zhao Ming looked at Wen Baifan's flushed face from drunkenness, and nodded to Qiao Kejun, "Then I'll trouble you to send him back."

"Ah."

Qiao Kejun was about to turn around and leave when Zhao Ming suddenly remembered something and stopped him, "By the way, is your father back?"

Qiao Kejun didn't look back, and said lightly: "Who knows."

"You father and son are still the same." Zhao Ming smiled slightly, "Okay, then go back quickly, the weather is going to change, and the road will be difficult to walk when it rains."