Police Detective

Everyone is gone, and they will go back to their homes. There are still a few people in Bai Song who are going to look for.

　　 The first one is Commissar Jiang.

　　 The cases in contact with political commissar Jiang were all matters of confidentiality, so Bai Song didn't say anything about it. He took a taxi to the destination alone.

　　 This place is in Tiannan District, there is no sign, but the area is still very large, there is a large yard, and it looks antique. After showing his credentials and verifying his identity, political commissar Jiang came out to pick up Bai Song before letting Bai Song in.

　　 The management method here is a bit like the Eighth Game. Last time Bai Song went to the Eighth Game to visit his senior, it was the same process.

　　 entered the compound and looked unremarkable, that is, it looked clean and quite empty.

　　 The main building is the office area. Political commissar Jiang did not bring Bai Song over, and pointed to a four-story building next to it: "Basically, all the confidential cases are here."

　　 Entering this area requires a second security check. Bai Song also signed an agreement.

　　 "This is a process that must be followed. Even if the leaders of the city come over, they have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Of course, they usually don't come." Political commissar Jiang said: "How about it, right?"

　　 "It feels good," Bai Song smiled slightly.

　　 "Well, you must have seen this scene several times." Political Commissar Jiang said with a smile.

　　 After passing the security check, political commissar Jiang opened the door on the first floor through iris detection, and Bai Song followed him into the corridor.

　　 Soon after entering the corridor, Bai Song was attracted by the photo wall in a glass cabinet.

The glass cabinet is very clean. If it is not because of the light problem, you may not see the glass. There are more than fifty photos in it, but all the photos are pure white photo paper without any avatars. The following is simply Write the name and age.

　　 "What is this?" Bai Song approached and took a look, only to find that he was at this age.

　　 Political commissar Jiang did not answer Bai Song. Bai Song has already understood that these are the comrades in arms that the security department has sacrificed over the years.

　　 There is a name under each photo, and it is definitely not the real name.

　　 Everyone’s photos are blank, and a kind of shocking white light is reflected in the scattered sunlight.

　　 Bai Song looked at everyone's name and age. They were basically 20-40 years old, and six people were younger than Bai Song. There is no description of the earth-shattering cases they have done, nor the details of why and where they sacrificed, but it has already given Bai Song a sense of heaviness.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Looking at these, Bai Song’s nose is a bit sore. Today, he visited Zhao Xugang and Yu Dechen. At this time, he saw these blank photos. I can't move my feet anymore.

　　 "I know four people here." Political commissar Jiang picked up the white towel next to the glass cabinet and wiped it again: "There are some things that are not, in fact, do not need everyone to know."

　　 Bai Song was silent.

　　 "Okay, don't look at these." Political Commissar Jiang put the towel aside: "This world has never lacked these, Inspector Bai, have you ever been afraid?"

　　 "There has never been," Bai Song said: "The road that the ancestors has not finished, and us, there will always be sacrifices in revolutionary work, and we are only survivors."

　　 "Yes", Political Commissar Jiang took a few steps forward: "Come with me."

　　 Political commissar Jiang walked in front, Bai Song followed behind, and soon entered an unremarkable room. Afterwards, Political Commissar Jiang took out a file box and put something in front of Bai Song.

　　 I have seen Bai Song. This is the 100,000 Vietnamese dong in Lee's case.

"There are some secrets in it, which are top-secret level. I and my superiors have applied. I need to tell you some of the clues inside. Because this may affect your future case handling." Political Commissar Jiang said, "We will be with you this time. The leaders of the department have communicated about this matter. Because the potential social threat of the main criminal is too great, and your team is the absolute main team to handle the case, I need to tell you this information, but only you can know it, and no one else can."

　　 "I understand." Bai Song said calmly.

　　 In fact, in this environment, especially after seeing the photo wall just now, it is difficult for Bai Song to be calm.

　　 Although they are all plain white photographic papers, I don’t know why, each one seems to have a soul, giving future generations endless courage and hope.

　　 "Okay", Political Commissar Jiang took out a piece of report paper, which was obviously newly printed.

　　 There are many things that Bai Song still can't understand, so the original report must have been deleted.

　　 took the A4 paper, and Bai Song read it carefully twice.

　　 This Vietnamese Dong involves some lists, and there are some key figures in the list, and the encryption mode is still used. After so long of declassification, several people on the list have been arrested, but since most of the lists are also code names, the effect is not particularly good.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 But this is not the most important thing. There is a key account password for this money, which contains a lot of funds and information.

　　 Bai Song looked at it carefully again: "I remembered it."

"Okay." Political commissar Jiang took the paper in Bai Song's hand and put it in a machine that was some years old next to it. Then the paper started to burn. After it burned out, there was a blast of air inside~www.wuxiaspot.com~this Zhang Confidential Documents have completely become irrecoverable dust.

　　 Bai Song looks calm at the moment, but there is already a stormy sea in his heart.

　　 The political commissar Jiang himself might not know what he just saw, but Bai Song felt a little bit.

　　 Do you remember the last time you came, the taxi driver who was investigating the case near Tianhua University? The driver was investigating an organization that brainwashed college students and provided criminal methods, but there was always no result. Now, Bai Song dare not say that there is any result, but it can basically confirm that this organization does exist and there is a flow of funds behind stand by.

　　 Bai Song really wants to know more about things that can be seen and cannot be touched.

　　 "Why didn't Wang Liang come in?" Bai Song asked: "This matter is on the Internet. If you tell Wang Liang, it may have better results."

　　 "This is a higher-level rule," Political Commissar Jiang said: "You follow it."

　　 "Understand", Bai Song nodded. He knew that it was not that the leaders did not trust Wang Liang, but that this matter was indeed too special, and it was not easy to tell him this.

　　 "Okay," Political Commissar Jiang nodded: "I look forward to receiving your call again, or you can call my superiors directly."

"Ok."

　　...

　　Leaving from here, Bai Song has a new sense of direction for the next case, at least he can already determine where the opponent comes from.

　　 This is a long-term plan. Bai Song thought while walking. After leaving the gate of the compound, he decided to visit Master and other old colleagues and friends first, and finally visit Qin Wushuang's father.