Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

"What's the matter?" Shen Ze didn't even knock on the door. He walked straight in and asked at the same time. The place he passed was dragged by the water falling from the corner of his clothes. Overly casual movements, vaguely covered the past.

"Where did this come from?" Director Sun frowned, holding half a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, with a few sporadic sparks that could be ignored, he looked up at Shen Ze, and smothered it out fiercely. in the ashtray, "Just came out of the hospital and be careful, you are not so wasted when you are young."

Shen Ze picked up the tissue on the coffee table and greeted casually, "I met an old friend and chatted for a while."

"What's so urgent?" Shen Ze sat on the chair, loosened his somewhat stiff neck and opened his mouth.

"I received a call from the internal line of the Provincial Department." Director Sun paused, and tapped on the table with his index finger. Even though the voice was not loud, Shen Ze still raised his eyes unconsciously.

"Because of the momentary negligence of the operator, it was automatically transferred to the background." Director Sun sighed, "Just a few days before Chen Rong's accident."

Hearing this, Shen Ze's hand that was rubbing his neck stiffened.

"A momentary negligence?" Shen Ze's voice was so low that people couldn't tell whether he was speaking to himself or to Director Sun who was not far away. They were neither up nor down, and then scattered in the wind that came in through the window.

Shen Ze's eyes gradually darkened, and he could roughly guess who made the call and what it meant, "No matter how hard the whip is whipped, the person holding the whip won't hurt, but it doesn't mean that the person who whipped someone else A whip doesn't exist, does it?"

Director Sun paused and was choked by Shen Ze. He opened the teacup in front of him in embarrassment, only to find that there were only a few pieces of dried leaves in it. He coughed even more embarrassingly: "First...listen to the recording first. "

Bureau Sun turned the computer around, facing Shen Ze's position, and tapped the keyboard.

At the beginning, there was an obvious noise, chaotic and harsh, occasionally accompanied by a few obviously angry "Hey, talk!", "You stinky!", the speech was sloppy, and it was even hard to tell whether it was Mandarin, it was very similar A drunk who was caught by the traffic police in the middle of the night.

But Shen Ze just frowned slightly. When he received an internal call, it couldn't be a wrong number. This is their internal trick, and it is when it is inconvenient to speak.

Sure enough, after the man coughed several times, Hua Tou got on the right track.

"You son of a bitch, I've spent all my time on you, and I'm still lying to you. I've followed three men back and forth, and I have a five-year-old son. I've got a good plan. I’m taking advantage of this, and I don’t even ask who I am? I just want to give you ten shots now. Are you listening, hello! Hey! Damn it!”

The recording stopped abruptly, and the whole room seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, and then became invisible in an instant, leaving only the roar lingering in the ears.

"Chen Rong?" As soon as Shen Ze finished speaking, Director Sun nodded.

"What does he want to tell us?" Director Sun asked immediately. He didn't want to involve Shen Ze in the first place, because this person is really hard to fool, with tight seams and no gaps, and even a little twist and turn can be opened. Holes, it's easy to deal with outsiders, but there is no room for negotiation with one's own people, and they are often constrained by both left and right.

But Lin Ran was picked up by Shen Ze, and he had already stepped into this muddy water, so it was impossible for him to get out easily.

Shen Ze lowered his eyes and did not speak. His right hand was propped on the armrest of the sofa, and his index finger tapped up and down. There was no pattern and no sound. It was his usual action when thinking. It was unwritten but extremely binding. Sun Ju knew that he This habit, so rely on sitting and waiting for the answer.

Chen Rong has old qualifications, but his education level is not high, and the provincial department passed this hot potato to Bureau Sun, so it must not be a particularly profound code word. Shen Ze recalled that passage again, and his fingers paused , three men, five-year-old son, ten guns...

3510?

Shen Ze stood up slowly, Sun Ju cast his gaze over his movements, and said pleasantly, "Thought it?"

Shen Ze shook his head, "Go back and take a shower first."

"Go, go." Director Sun waved helplessly.

Shen Ze walked out of Bureau Sun's office, took the towel from the police officer at the entrance of the police station, said softly "Thanks for your hard work", and then plunged into the rain, ignoring the crowd behind him, "Heads, where are you going? Take an umbrella," and the car drove away at high speed.

There was a piercing screech from the tires rubbing against the ground, and the noise filled the whole room with noise.

"Is Team Shen's wheel okay? I think it's going to dig out sparks or flowers."

"Didn't you quarrel with Bureau Sun, why did you leave in such a hurry?"

"Impossible, Bureau Sun can't quarrel with your Shen team, it must be suppressed clearly."

Shen Ze drove all the way to the Phoenix Cemetery before stopping, glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, with a rough haze, the number "3510" was like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, unexpected, but forcefully moved forward and backward coupling.

Director Sun asked Shen Ze to go to the cemetery administrator and put in some money to repair the street lights, so Shen Ze went. The administrator understood Shen Ze's intentions. The living seek peace of mind, and the dead seek peace. There is no light, it sounds a little creepy, and there is a large labor fee, so I happily accepted it.

Probably because the amount of "extra money" is good, and no one talks about it on weekdays, so the administrator smiled and chatted with Shen Ze, saying, "This lamp should be repaired. Not long ago, a family came to visit the grave and left things there. It's almost evening, it's almost dark, and the wind is blowing so loudly, who has the guts to run to the cemetery, right? Why don't you give me some money, and I'll just go."

"When I got to the light mouth halfway up the mountain, the lights were half dark, and I vaguely saw a person squatting there for some reason. I yelled and disappeared, which scared me, Qian. I didn’t want to go down the mountain, I really thought I saw a ghost.”

Shen Ze didn't care at first.

Later, when he was about to leave, Shen Ze thought about it, then went back and stuffed a red envelope into the administrator, telling him that when he was free, he could get rid of weeds and buy things, and they would never forget his name. But there are always times of negligence.

Chen Rong is a widow, his parents died early, and he has no brothers around him, and because of his special status, he simply didn't ask for a wife, so he took care of the funeral affairs for himself.

One of these ten thousand tombstones is the final destination. After those sufferings and turmoil, it has become an almost pitiful luxury and decency.

The administrator was naturally happy, and he responded repeatedly, then found a pair of reading glasses from the drawer, rummaged through a notebook, and said, "Chen Rong? Glorious Rong, right? Let me look for it. ah."

The man stretched out his index finger to compare each row, then poked twice suddenly, and said, "No. 3510 Chen Rong, I've made a note of it, don't worry."

There is no serial number on the tombstone of Phoenix Cemetery. The reason why they were able to find Chen Rong's tombstone was that before accepting the mission, Chen Rong brought his companions from the same period here and said that if something happened to him, he would bury himself. it's here.

When Bureau Sun and the others received the recording, it wasn’t that they hadn’t doubted the numbers in it. The passage was complete and had no corners. Unable to figure out what to do, he could only turn his gaze to the "woman" in the conversation.

Shen Ze made a mistake, and in addition to the fact that the cemetery spectator mentioned that he "saw a ghost" in the evening, Shen Ze suspected that the "ghost" he saw was Chen Rong.

When Shen Ze got out of the car, the rain had already lightened a lot, and it fell on his body silently and silently. Apart from the shivering caused by the alternation of cold and heat, he felt nothing else.

The whole cemetery looked very solemn and quiet. Shen Ze walked by the window of the cemetery man and saw that he was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, which saved him the need to explain. It's not something normal people can do.

Shen Ze walked up quickly, came to Chen Rong's tomb and squatted down half-kneeling, pressing his palms on the tombstone and scanning carefully bit by bit, feeling the growing doubts lying between his palms and in front of his eyes. It was cold and unbearable.

no……

There is nothing on the tombstone.

Shen Ze lowered his eyes.

The smell of the soil after the rain is very unique. Because the rain is heavy and dissolved in the water, the moss between the stone cracks brought out a trace of rot. Shen Ze turned his face and looked around, and suddenly found a small piece of soil on the right side of the tombstone. The color was a bit abrupt, and it was hidden under a clump of green grass, so it was not obvious, but Shen Ze traveled to countless scenes, and he was used to finding the exit between those stitches.

Shen Ze turned sideways, carefully brushed away the weeds, stared at it for a while, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, there is something.

The author has something to say:

There's something wrong with the computer, so I'm late

It was all my fault, is there any use in admitting it now!