star hunter

After a while, Su Xianfu spoke again, a topic that had nothing to do with the previous one: "What's for dinner?"

This topic revitalized the stagnant atmosphere. Yingying and Ms. Miao discussed with enthusiasm, while Zhong Lengchang Wang Yuncong was very self-aware and kept his mouth shut.

After the two women, one big and one small, finally decided how to make Su Xian bleed at night, they almost arrived at their destination, Zhang Jibai's clinic.

Zhong Yun became restless from the two wounds on his cheek and shoulder, he shook his uninjured left arm: "Then I'll go in, you guys go eat, no need..."

Before he could say the word "accompany me", Zhong Yuncong watched helplessly as the man led Yingying and the others away talking and laughing, he silently swallowed back his self-indulgence, and was alone Walked miserably into the clinic.

Zhang Jibai didn't express any surprise when he went back and forth. He just looked at the new cut on his cheekbone and pushed the frame: "This time, what are you going to use to pay for the medical expenses?"

Zhong Yuncong shivered, and asked without hope: "Is the hair okay?"

To his surprise, Dr. Zhang nodded, "Yes."

Zhong Yuncong was overwhelmed with gratitude, and immediately overturned the previous conclusion - he now believed that Su Xian's name for Zhang Jibai's clinic was fully deserved.

When Dr. Zhang turned around to prepare the disinfectant and gauze, the patient sat on the treatment chair consciously, picked up a newspaper at hand and shook it, and the four big characters of "Mengchuan Evening News" came into his eyes. .

Zhong Yuncong was stunned for a moment, the word "Mengchuan" was particularly conspicuous, his memory was not bad, and he quickly remembered that it was a place name, because the doctor Zhang Jibai in front of him had mentioned it to him not long ago.

"This is Mengchuan?" He blurted out, and Zhang Ji, who was cutting the gauze, didn't lift his white head: "I thought you already knew."

"How do I know, you didn't tell me before." Zhong Yuncong complained, Zhang Jibai raised his head this time, and gave him a very strange look: "I thought you found No. 63, Jinque Street. "

Zhong Yuncong felt even more confused: "I found it, but what does it have to do with this?"

Zhang Jibai's eyes instantly changed to the one looking at the mentally retarded: "'Mengchuan City Public Security Bureau' stands there in big characters. Didn't you see it? Or is your eyesight not very good?"

"Ah, is that so?" Zhong Yuncong suddenly became embarrassed. He scratched the other half of his face, which was intact, and was really embarrassed to admit to Dr. Zhang because at that time his attention was all given to Officer Su and he completely ignored the other side of his face. A few big words, so he giggled a few times, trying to get away with it.

Zhang Jibai did not dwell on this problem, but put down the back of the medical chair and let Zhong Yuncong lie down.

Balls of bloody cotton were thrown into the wastebasket, Zhong Yuncong grinned from being tortured by the disinfectant, and he still did not forget to reveal his reasoning: "I understand a little now...you have so many strange people here, Sure enough, it was irradiated, right? I didn’t expect the urban legend to be true.”

Zhang Jibai paused holding the medical tweezers, and gave the order coldly: "Shut up."

Zhong Yuncong was always afraid of him, so he closed it tightly immediately. He didn't dare to speak until the wound on his cheek was cleaned up and the wound on his shoulder was replaced with medicine.

After completing his duties as a doctor, Zhang Jibai seemed to have forgotten about him as a patient. Zhong Yuncong still pursed his lips tightly. It was just that being alone was boring and he had nowhere to go, so he could only stay in this clinic.

It's a big deal to put some blood on him.Zhong Yuncong thought bitterly, and because he was too bored, he picked up the "Mengchuan Evening News" that he had glimpsed earlier.

Looking at the newspaper dated yesterday, the headline on the front page is an article titled "Mengchuan City General Administration has successfully received supplies for this season". The General Management Bureau has already received them, and after the sorting by categories is completed, citizens can take their tickets to various departments to collect the corresponding supplies.

Zhong Yuncong's first feeling after watching it was whether this city lived in the last century?It's too backward to rely on tickets to distribute materials, isn't it?What is the Comprehensive Management Bureau doing?

However, no one can answer his question so far. He turned a page in boredom, and the title on the next page aroused his strong curiosity-"The number of missing persons in Dongcheng District has increased to six. Still no results."

He read this report more seriously than the previous one, and the case is not complicated. It is the kind of missing persons cases that happen everywhere, but recently one after another, the frequency of occurrence is higher, and it has become one case. The serial disappearances have attracted the attention of the Management Bureau.

Zhong Yuncong understood that there is no such institution as the Public Security Bureau in this place, and there is no police establishment. Instead of the police, the "Public Security Bureau" he visited once before.And that guy seems to be a member of the Management Bureau.

As for the difference between this Administration Bureau and the Public Security Bureau he is familiar with, he does not know.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the case. According to the news, the first disappearance occurred a month and a half ago. The No. 1 missing person was an unemployed vagrant who hung out on the streets all day. Even if such a person suddenly disappeared , will not attract any attention.

The second similar case happened two weeks after the first case. The missing person was the owner of a laundry in a certain block. This time, the family members of the missing person reported the case to a nearby public security station.

And then, the third case, the fourth case...the disappearance cases followed one after another, and these inconspicuous cases were linked together to become a complicated and confusing case.

Apart from being male and the state of being neither alive nor dead, these missing persons have almost nothing in common. Among them, occupations and ages are different, such as street gangsters, laundry shop owners, high school students... There is even one A middle school principal.

The principal of the middle school is the latest case of disappearance so far. The current witness evidence shows that he disappeared only yesterday.It was also because of his disappearance that the social influence of this case radiated to the widest range, so that the Management Bureau announced that it would deploy personnel to deal with this case.

Zhong Yun carefully read this report from beginning to end, and his heart became extremely heavy. In fact, when he saw the word "missing" in the title, his nerves became sensitive—although Today, due to various accidents, he failed to enter the gate of the Management Bureau, but he did not forget that he came to find his father.

Although the disappearance of the "isolated island" happened only one and a half months ago, Zhong Yuncong still did not dare to take it lightly. What if—what if there are more than that?What if his father is also involved in this case?

He sighed deeply, and read the news again, this time he was particularly sensitive to the time of the incident mentioned in the report.The interval between the first and second cases was two weeks, the interval between the second and third cases was ten days, the third and fourth cases became one week, the fourth and fifth cases were shortened to four days, and the fifth There was only one day between the first and the sixth.

From the two weeks of dormancy cautiously at the beginning to the last day of committing the crime, the time interval has been shrinking, which is enough to prove that the murderer is getting more and more rampant.

"Is it because they are free from justice and proudly challenged the Administration Bureau, or is there some other reason that forced the murderer to speed up the number of crimes? Are these missing persons dead or alive? If they are alive, they are all old men. Who can tell Take them away without anyone noticing? If they die, what about their corpses? Even if they dispose of the corpses, it is impossible not to leave a trace... unless the sheriffs in this city are all trash."

When Zhong Yuncong was deep in thought, a voice disturbed his thoughts: "With all due respect, if you speak ill of people in person like this, even if it is the truth, you will easily be retaliated against."

He raised his head and looked at Dr. Zhang Jibai without knowing why, and Dr. Zhang raised his chin behind him, Zhong Yuncong suddenly had a bad premonition.

His neck was like a rusty machine, and after turning ninety degrees with a click, it bumped into the expressionless Magistrate Su.

Zhong Yuncong showed a guilty smile: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean you."

Magistrate Su did not speak.

Zhong Yuncong thought about it, and it seemed that the explanation in that sentence was a bit weak, so he added another sentence: "I mean the person in charge of this case."

Magistrate Su still didn't speak.

Zhong Yuncong laughed uglier than crying: "Could it be... You are always in charge, right?"

This time, Magistrate Su smiled: "Doctor, why don't you dissect him?"