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

Shen Ze stretched out his index finger, and probed around the place where the light and shade bordered on the soil. There were obvious gaps and ups and downs, and there was no other solid place. Shen Ze looked around, and there was nothing to support his hands. Things, simply get started directly.

It has been raining for a long time in Cangyang City, the soil is soft and moist, but it feels bad to the touch when it sticks to his hands. Shen Ze didn't have that kind of effort to dislike it. He touched a hard object after three strokes. Covered with a light layer of leather.

It was a tin box, boxy, small in size, without any lines, and without a lock. Shen Ze reached out and swept the dirt on the box, then put it in his palm and weighed it slightly, but he didn't hear any movement. , except for its own weight, it doesn't seem to be loaded with anything.

Shen Ze opened the lid, cool light and rain fell in through the opened lid, and there was nothing in sight except a piece of paper.Shen Ze was stunned for a while, looked up at the still rainy sky, then bowed to Chen Rong's tombstone, put the box away and left it in the cemetery.

After returning to the car and cleaning his hands, Shen Ze opened the piece of paper. After making a lot of guesses, when he saw the words "Suicide Note" that looked up in huge black ink, Shen Ze was still stunned for a long time.

Shen Ze read every word carefully, until he reached the last full stop, then he leaned back on the seat in a daze, firmly grasping a corner of the flimsy white paper in his hand, and walked in through the window. The cool wind blows...

"Dear organization: I, Chen Rong, have been in the police for more than ten years. I have never regretted it, never felt bored, and never thought of being transferred from the public security system. The gun on the bedside and the navy blue police uniform are my favorites. something.

From the moment I received this task, I was ready, but it was a pity that I missed it so much.I have a premonition that it will be difficult to get over it. Hei Er has become suspicious and may give up all his efforts at any time. I really don't want to give up this great opportunity. All I can do is to stop the loss in time.

Xiaobai and Aran are still young, unlike me alone, so it would be more cost-effective for me to take that dead move. However, Aran's temperament is unstable, and after much deliberation, Xiaobai is more suitable.I have never been sorry to anyone in my life, and the only person I could be sorry for is Fang Bai, because he had to fire that shot before he could take it clean.

Please ask the organization to trust me and help me, and also ask the organization to try its best to keep Fang Bai and Lin Ran.

I chose this path myself, and the people also chose me, so I have no regrets.

The national flag is on the top, and the words and deeds of the police will never tarnish the golden shield.

Sincerely, I salute, Chen Rong never wrote. "

Shen Ze turned on his phone and sent a message to Bureau Sun, asking him to borrow a trustworthy handwriting expert next door and wait at the police station before folding the paper in his hand according to the creases and carefully putting it back into the iron box.

He knew that it was only this piece of paper that saw the light of day again, and Fang Bai was actually the one who saw the light of day again.

Shen Ze believed everything on this piece of paper, and he knew that Director Sun would definitely believe it too. However, sometimes it is not enough to rely on a single piece of evidence to do things in the police field, but a logical chain of evidence, a chain of evidence, Not to mention personal intuition, so it is not enough for him and Sun Ju to believe it.

When Shen Ze returned to the police station, he gave the paper to Bureau Sun. He didn't say where or how he found it, but just looked at the complexion in the man's eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"Ah Ze, do you think it's a good deal?" Director Sun wiped his face, his eyes flushed.

Shen Ze didn't answer.

Fate is something that cannot be quantified, but for their profession, sometimes there is really no way out.

The dead are covered in military blood, and there are no trees or eaves to cover their bodies, while the living are tireless and unremitting, and they are in harmony with each other to inherit those wills.

This is the case every day, every year.

"I want to transfer two people." Shen Ze said.

"Where is Fang Bai?" Director Sun looked up.

"I'm worried that no one is looking at him over there," Shen Ze said in a deep voice. For some reason, he always felt that Fang Bai didn't care about other people and things except Hei Er's matter. The scope also includes himself, as if one day he needs to "sacrifice", he will take his life without saying a word.

But that feeling is different from Chen Rong's "seeing death as home".

"You can't tell anyone about this. The person who identified the handwriting must do a good job of sealing it. The less people at the provincial department know, the better. Once the news is leaked, his situation will be even more dangerous." Shen Ze stood up after finishing speaking. Standing up, he nodded tiredly looking at Director Sun, and said with a sigh: "I will try to find Brother Chen's bones, don't think too much."

Hei Er's leading horse was robbed and folded in the process of leading the house, so there was nothing special around him. Wen Yan naturally stepped forward, followed several late-night transactions, and was brought to know a few times. A middleman, commonly known as a married woman.

The boys under Hei Er, no matter how old or young they are, basically call Wen Yan brother. Some want to use Wen Yan's light to do something, and they will pick Wen Yan when he is in a good mood, and show some filial piety. What Hei Er waved in front of him was the big banner of "asking for money and goods", so he was not afraid of others knowing, he would not refuse anyone who came, and he would accept everything.

Wen Yan knew that Hei Er was very suspicious. If there was no one around this time, he would definitely not have chosen to use Fang Bai, so he took a few deals with him, which were neither big nor small. Fang Bai will accept all the information leaked from which side. The police pay attention to the evidence and interlocking links in handling cases, and Black Er doesn't need it.

It is better to kill mistakes than to let go of this unspoken rule. For people like them, excessive imbalance is true, but they have never thought about self-correction.

After seven or eight days of upside-down days and nights, Wen Yan always pretended to be "Hei Er's most powerful dog leg". He never slept soundly, and there were two groups of people watching him outside. Looking at himself, one group is naturally Hei Er's people, and the other group is Shen Ze's people.

Wen Yan was panting in the gap created by this double conflict, wishing he could finish the task tomorrow, and then find an opportunity to escape from the plane. He had to suspect a fact: the old director was taking the opportunity to take revenge.

He clearly said that the first plane was just a trial setup, and asked him to try the water and warm up, but the results were all illusions, and the rules of survival here were a bit too strict.

After Wen Yan sighed for the [-]th time, he found that the guide made a "ding", which seemed a little harsh in the silence. Wen Yan was startled when he heard the prompt sound after a long absence, and stared intently at the black and bold "" on it. "Chuanxiang Restaurant" was a bit dazed for a while.

He raised his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes before two o'clock, and it was indeed time to eat, but the guide's intention was obviously not that, so Wen Yan had no choice but to stand up patiently.

It has been raining for more than ten days in a row, and everything in the house smells musty. Wen Yan turned off the headlights overhead, leaving only a light yellow wall lamp to reduce the sharp light. Most of the time, it was only a little brighter than the world outside the window, and it looked extraordinarily docile.

Wen Yan picked up the umbrella that Shen Ze left for him and walked out. He used this umbrella when he went out recently. There are two reasons, one is the tracker in it, and the other is this umbrella is the only one in the room.

"Xiaobai, you are so punctual again." The owner of the restaurant is a 40-year-old aunt who can chat with anyone, let alone Wen Yan who patronizes every afternoon, cleaning up with a rag The garbage left by the previous guest looked up at Wen Yan and continued: "What are you eating today? Is it the same as before?"

Wen Yan stood at the door and nodded casually, then pretended to be blowing water, and looked around carefully through the eaves of the umbrella. The sky looked like a layer of dust, so the street was a little deserted.

Wen Yan didn't find anyone special, nor did he find anything special, and his doubts became even worse, and he was afraid that he would stop for too long to arouse suspicion, so he had to give up, but the moment he closed his umbrella and entered the door, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

There is no special umbrella stand in the restaurant, everyone’s umbrellas are randomly piled up in a corner by the door, and the rain falls on the ground along the umbrella surface, spreading out circles of water halos, and with the footprints coming and going, it looks like It was a bit messy and dirty, and the most interesting thing was that Wen Yan saw an umbrella inside, an umbrella that was exactly the same as what he had in his hand.

Wen Yan suddenly understood why the guide asked him to come.