Netherworld Investigator

Wen Baifan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise, "It's really that person?"

"Brother Bai, you know!" Tang Huanyan's tone was secretly excited, "That's right, I'm so stupid, you must know this kind of internal legend better than me."

"Of course I know, who doesn't know about Voldemort." Wen Baifan turned pale with shock, and quickly covered his mouth, "I forgot that this person's name must not be said."

"You're kidding me." Tang Huanyan drooped her eyelids and made a face at him, "I'm talking about... the hand of God."

"Hand of God..." Wen Baifan chuckled, "What kind of crazy name is that?"

Tang Huanyan waved her hand: "Of course, this is a popular saying in private. It means that even if a criminal can escape the laws made by humans, he will never be able to escape God's execution of evil."

Luo Fei nodded: "I've heard the rumors about the Hand of God before, but at that time he didn't even have the name of the middle school student, and everyone called him the 'Poker Ghost'. Speaking of which, I quite appreciate this A kind of blackhero." Crimes are not always judged fairly, and some criminals escape legal responsibility due to various reasons such as power and tricks, and it is surprising that in recent years, such people will sooner or later Their whereabouts are unknown, as if someone is secretly punishing them.

Attempts have been made to decipher the connections between such disappearances, but nothing has been found.The invisible opponent's tactics were extremely clean and neat. Except for a seemingly meaningless poker card left on the scene, the police never found any other useful evidence, so they had to let it go.

"In fact, everyone thinks it's very satisfying, so even if someone notices something strange, they probably don't want to mention it on the stage." Tang Huanyan sighed, "Obviously knowing that the other party has committed a crime, but watching them escape punishment for inexplicable reasons, Sometimes it really makes people feel hopeless. That's why I hope that there is a god, let the real criminal disappear into the darkness."

Wen Baifan lowered his head and hugged his arms, and suddenly said, "Don't you think this is dangerous?"

Tang Huanyan was puzzled: "Dangerous?"

"Isn't it?" Wen Baifan tilted his head and smiled at her: "Evidence is the core of judicial decisions, right? Blindly ignoring evidence, putting one's will above the law, and secretly executing, this kind of thinking is very dangerous. "

"That's true, but your idea is too ideal. We know the boundaries of the law better than anyone else, and we understand the limits of the law better than anyone else." Luo Fei shrugged disapprovingly, "And I have also observed The work style of this hand of God, he is not the kind of tyrant who is keen on killing and distorting justice. On the contrary, I can feel his caution and restraint. This is a bit abstract. Let’s use an analogy. The existence of this person is different from that of the special investigation The group is somewhat similar? He is not bound by the rules on the surface, but he still sticks to his principles. The only difference is that he executes justice in the dark. In this way, I think Brother Bai should understand the hand of God better. .”

Wen Baifan smiled, but did not refute.He rubbed an octagonal cup filled with clear water in his hand, and the light melted into the water, changing quietly between his slender fingers.

Early on Friday morning, Xiaojia passed by the office of the special investigation team, and habitually poked her head in: "Brother Bai, you're not going... Hey, Yanyan, you've learned badly too, let's be lazy with your brother Bai .”

Tang Huanyan raised her head from the document, with a mournful face, flirted with the little sister from the air, and Xiao Jia raised her hand and blew her a kiss back.

Wen Baifan stretched out his hand to cut off the beard in mid-air, and said with a smile: "Who said, our little Tang is working hard."

Tang Huanyan threw away the densely packed forms in her hand, leaned on the table and sighed: "I got nothing. Xu Shilin's communication records for the past six months are all here, basically all of them are work calls, and the only personal calls are overseas calls once a month. It was to his daughter who immigrated abroad when she was a child."

"Young man, don't worry." Wen Baifan said kindly.

Xiaojia clapped the room and applauded: "Yanyan is really working hard to do business, and Brother Bai is also working hard to eat snacks."

Wen Bofan stuffed a piece of fudge into his mouth in a calm manner: "There is no way. Before the case is solved, I will be constantly told 'I'm so annoying' and 'It's useless for you to do anything. ', 'Don't dwell on these boring questions', 'Hey, are you listening to me?'"

He imitated Wang Yu's impatient tone, and Tang Huanyan couldn't help complaining about him: "Aren't you childish, are you a kid in the first grade?"

"Yeah, yes." Wen Baifan puffed out his chest, looking as proud as an elementary school student who has won a certificate, "I'm planning to visit Gao Kui's house."

"I want to go with you!" Student student Tang Huanyan, a student activist, said as soon as she left, sweeping the police ID, recording pen, and notebook into her handbag. "Wait for me for 2 minutes, I will pack up the files."

"Just wait for 2 minutes. If it's overtime, I'll leave without saying a word. Don't say I didn't say anything unexpected." Wen Baifan leaned against the table, picked up a daily newspaper, and flipped through it.

As soon as Wang Yu came in from the door, he heard that the two were about to go out, and he couldn't help complaining: "It's so annoying, the case is procrastinating, where are you going? Don't worry about it, it's useless to clean up all day long." thing."

Wen Baifan raised his head, blinked innocently, then lowered his head and continued to flip through the files.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Wang Yu was so annoyed by Wen Baifan's indifferent attitude.

In the corridor, Xiao Jia held onto the door frame and laughed wildly.

Gao Kui's family runs a breakfast shop, and the family makes a living from it. They live on the upper floor of the breakfast shop.The shop is located on a sparsely populated street, because the road is very narrow, Wen Baifan parked the car at the intersection, and walked in with Tang Huanyan.

Wen Baifan's little nephew is also studying in Chaoyang Primary School. He knows that the tuition fee of this school is not low. Although it is not the kind of aristocratic primary school that costs 10,000+ a year, it is at least affordable for middle-class families.

Seeing the slightly dilapidated houses and storefronts from a distance, Tang Huanyan sighed with emotion: "I heard that the tuition fees of Chaoyang Elementary School are soaring every year, so Xiaokui's family must be under a lot of pressure, and something like this is happening now, alas."

"Two police officers, this is our homemade sweet soy milk, please use it slowly." Gao Kui's mother was a little fat under her apron, and her voice was very friendly.Her hands are covered with traces of working all day long, and the smile lines on her face are deep. It can be seen that she is a tough and optimistic mother.Gao Kui's father was relatively taciturn, with worried eyes always lingering around the child.

Gao Kui is the only child in the family. She was born late, and her parents are in their 40s.It is not difficult to imagine that if something really happened to Xiaokui this time, it would be a fatal blow to the middle-aged couple.

"You must be very scared when something like this happens, but it's okay now, the police will protect you." Tang Huanyan is trying her best to play a friendly big sister, even though she is not very good at getting along with children.

The little girl timidly said "um", her small head was buried in her chest, and she didn't dare to look up at her.

On the wall of Gao Kui's room, apart from the certificates of study, there are ballet posters all over the wall. Wen Baifan closed his eyes from all around, and casually asked a question: "Xiao Kui likes dancing, right?"

His smile is like warm water, non-aggressive, which makes people feel relieved involuntarily.Gao Kui raised his eyes, looked at him secretly for a while, and then nodded vigorously.

"You're so good. Here, I'll give you a present." Wen Baifan stretched his hand to the side of her ear, and quickly played a trick with his fingers.The little girl felt a blur in front of her eyes, she regained her senses and took a closer look, Wen Baifan's palm was spread out in front of her eyes, on which lay a cute little chocolate milk pudding.

"Wow!" It took an instant to make the child happy, and Xiao Kui finally showed her first smile after meeting her.

Wen Baifan touched his pocket, took out a small pudding and handed it to Tang Huanyan, and finally took out another one himself, "stabbed it" and tore it open.

"Come on, cheers."

"En!" Xiaokui followed his example and carefully tore off the seal, and the two puddings touched lightly.

"It's delicious." Wen Baifan narrowed his eyes contentedly as he sucked the pudding into his mouth.

"Yeah!" Xiaokui nodded in agreement.

Tang Huanyan couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed in her heart: I really deserve to be of the same age.

Wen Baifan smiled: "Xiao Kui, the topic we are going to talk about next may make you uneasy, but you don't have to be afraid, those things have passed. You are at home and are very safe, so don't worry."

Xiaokui mustered up the courage to look up at the two of them and nodded.

"Did you go to the fifth floor by yourself yesterday?"

"Yes."

"When exactly did that happen?"

"After school at four o'clock, I'm going to practice on the fifth floor after finishing my duty."

Wen Baifan slowed down his speech and asked in a low voice, "What happened after that?"

"At five o'clock, I saw a tall person walking towards me in the mirror." Xiaokui wrung the hem of her clothes with both hands, and muttered: "I was covered, and then nothing happened. knew."

Wen Baifan asked: "How do you know it's five o'clock?"

"Because the bell for clearing the venue always rings at five o'clock, I heard the bell just before I passed out."

"Then have you seen what that person looks like?"

Xiaokui tilted her head, trying to recall the scene at that time, "At that time, there happened to be a light shining on the mirror, it was very dazzling, and I couldn't see it clearly."

Wen Baifan was startled: "Light? Do you mean sunlight?"

"Well, there are no curtains in that classroom, and the sun goes down earlier and earlier recently. When I practice in the evening, I often get blinded by the sun."

Wen Bofan's heart suddenly brightened, and he asked again: "Do you remember when you woke up?"

Holding her cheeks, Xiaokui tried hard to recall: "I could hear someone calling my name outside the door, but I couldn't open my eyes until there was a bang on the door."

"After waking up, do you recognize that uncle lying on the ground?" Wen Baifan didn't know how Xiaokui's parents explained the whole thing to her, and he was also worried that words like corpse would irritate the child, so he chose to be ambiguous. expression.

Xiaokui shook her head, the questioning ended here.

Wen Bofan picked up the sweet soy milk in front of him and drank it in one gulp, the taste was very mellow and delicious.At this time, Gao Kui pulled his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Brother Pudding, you are the police uncle, can you give me back my dancing shoes?"

Not knowing how to correct the child's confusing address, Wen Baifan had no choice but to respond indiscriminately, and was a little surprised, "Dancing shoes?"

"Well, my ballet shoes are missing. Mom said they might be at the police uncle's place, but I don't know how to get them back." Xiaokui looked a little disappointed, "I only have this pair of shoes..."

Tang Huanyan quickly comforted her: "It should have been taken away as evidence at the scene. I'll go back to the police station and look for it. Don't worry."

"That would be great!" Xiao Kuilu heaved a sigh of relief, with two sweet dimples on her face, "Thank you, Sister Tang."

Coming out of Gao Kui's house, Wen Baifan asked Tang Huanyan to drive back to the police station alone, and took a taxi by himself to the gate of Chaoyang Primary School.There was no motion sickness during the whole journey, so compared to her own balance nerves, Tang Huanyan's driving skills were a bit worse.

Chaoyang Elementary School has very strict management of outsiders, not to mention the need to register for entry and exit. Wen Baifan had just entered the door and hadn't taken a few steps when he saw the figure of the vice principal Zhang Feng waiting at the stairway.

Vice-principal Zhang is in his 40s. Compared with Gao Kui's father whom Wen Baifan saw just now, although the two are about the same age, the latter obviously has a lot of vicissitudes and hard work.Zhang Feng's figure is well maintained, and his demeanor can be called personable, which makes people feel good.I also saw that his shirt was ironed and crisp, the sleeves and neckline were meticulously handled, and there was a hint of elegant cologne on his body. He was indeed a man of great taste.

"Mr. Zhang, have you worked in elementary school for many years?" Wen Baifan scanned the photos on the wall of the office, ranging from slightly yellowed photos to recent new photos. Most of them were photos of Zhang Feng and the children. , everyone smiled brightly.

"Yeah, this year is exactly No. 20." Zhang Feng also expressed emotion, "I'm almost becoming an old man."

"Where is it, you are worrying too much." Wen Baifan comforted him, scratched his head and smiled, and asked, "Have you been working in this school for so many years?"

"No, at the beginning I was teaching in a rural primary school, and then moved to several places, and was transferred to Chaoyang Primary School to take up administrative work two years ago." Zhang Feng chatted with Wen Baifan quite comfortably, and there was no He is a very calm person who takes the initiative to test his intentions.

And when it comes to small talk, Wen Baifan naturally doesn't give in too much.

"Ah, you have a very good relationship with the students." Wen Baifan pointed to an old photo, where a group of students gathered around Zhang Feng and made funny faces. "This kind of teacher-student relationship is really enviable."

"Maybe it's because I never lose my temper, and the children are not afraid of me." Zhang Feng sighed, and smiled helplessly, "Even if I became the vice principal, there are many young teachers who have grasped my personality, often Yelling at me."

Wen Baifan nodded with deep understanding: "I am ashamed to say that I am often pointed at by my subordinates."

On this topic, the two hit it off, and they got together and began to secretly count the bad things about "the young people of today", and the distance seemed to be shortened all of a sudden.

Suddenly, low-pitched violin music came out, interrupting their conversation.

"Sorry, I'll answer the phone." Zhang Feng picked up the phone on the table, went to the window and pressed the answer button.

The conversation on the phone was probably about work matters. Zhang Feng didn't talk much, but his attitude was very firm.The principal, Xu Shilin, died unexpectedly. As the vice-principal, Zhang Feng must have also been under tremendous pressure from all sides.

Zhang Feng's tone became more and more blunt, and finally he categorically rejected the other party's request.

After hanging up the phone, he let out a long breath, turned around and apologized to Wen Baifan: "I just laughed."

"Did something happen?" Wen Baifan asked with concern.

Zhang Feng was taken aback, then sighed: "It's about the school's budget approval for next year..."

It turned out that Principal Xu spent a lot of money on expanding the campus and renovating the teaching buildings in recent years, and the cost of these hardware constructions can only be made up from the rising tuition fees, school selection fees and sponsorship fees.Zhang Feng can't understand this approach. He believes that education should benefit every child equally. If this trend continues, in a few years, Chaoyang Primary School will really become a veritable aristocratic primary school.

"The people on the board of directors only know to stare at the balance sheet. Really, the school does not exist just to make money." Zhang Feng complained. Even less willing to spend money on educational programs.”

Wen Baifan comforted him a few words, and the atmosphere gradually improved.

"Ah, these are the students from the dance team." Wen Baifan picked out one of the many photos on the wall, and carefully admired it.Vice-principal Zhang Feng stood among a group of little girls in white tutu skirts like stars, and Bai Xue and Li Xiaohui stood on his left and right respectively.

"This is a group photo of last year's school art festival." Zhang Feng explained with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, you... seem to like ballet very much?" Wen Baifan recalled, just before Zhang Feng finished answering the phone and locked the screen, he vaguely saw that the phone wallpaper of the other party was a treble clef that resembled a ballet dancer's standing movement.

Zhang Feng smiled heartily: "To be honest, I used to be a dance teacher for a few years when I was in a rural elementary school because of the lack of teachers."

"So that's it." Wen Baifan fixed his gaze on an old yellowed photo, and exclaimed, "No wonder you maintain such a good figure, basically the same as when you were young."

"Everywhere, they are all old men."

Zhang Feng was really busy with his affairs. In less than 10 minutes from when Wen Baifan sat down to when he was about to say goodbye, he answered three calls. "I'm really sorry. I should have cooperated with the police well, but there are too many things recently, and there is no way to turn off the phone."

Wen Baifan declined his continued company: "Please don't worry, today is just a routine visit, I will leave right away, so I won't waste your time."

Zhang Feng insisted on sending Wen Baifan to the elevator, and waved his hand to watch him leave.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, Wen Baifan's cell phone rang.

"Strange, I searched all the evidence collected at the scene that day, but I didn't see Xiaokui's dancing shoes." Tang Huanyan said on the phone, "Could it be in that classroom? Brother Bai, you Find it at your convenience."

"Okay, I'll go over now." Wen Baifan hung up the phone and walked from the administrative building to the teaching area alone.