Netherworld Investigator

On Christmas Eve, also known as the penultimate Valentine's Day of the year, every street is filled with the smell of flowers, lights and hormones.

By the way, the penultimate Valentine's Day of the year is Christmas, and the last Valentine's Day is December 12st.

By the way, the first Valentine's Day of the year is New Year's Day.

I really can't understand why there are so many Valentine's Days when most people only have one lover.

What's more, there are many people who don't even have a lover, such as Wen Baifan.

The weather is still cold, and today's bar is much more lively than usual.

"Pharaoh, I've been waiting for a long time!" As soon as he entered the door, he saw the kid with a playful smile sitting on the edge of the bar.

While Wen Baifan was removing the equipment on his body, he glanced at him from the corner of the eye, but Tang Huanyan was not beside him.

He laughed and said: "Why, after holding back for so long, the confession still failed?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? If you're single, you won't see others well." Luo Fei gave him an annoyed look, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "My little girl is going home tonight to celebrate her future mother-in-law's birthday."

Ah, today is Mama Tang's birthday.

I remember that Tang Xiaofeng used to do the same thing. Every Christmas Eve, he would go home to celebrate his mother’s birthday with her.

Wen Baifan looked at Luo Fei for a while, and said in an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Xiao Tang is just like my own sister, you have to treat her well."

Luo Fei stretched out his fist to touch him, and said with a smile, "I promise."

Wen Baifan felt a little awkward from the moment he sat down, he reached behind his back and found a dark green striped scarf.He sniffed, and smelled a light and pleasant smell, like a cold herbal fragrance like mint.

"It should be that the last customer forgot to take it away." The store manager didn't ask Wen Baifan what he wanted, and directly picked up the cocoa beans and poured them into the grinder.

Luo Fei shook the ice cubes in the whiskey with one hand, he loved to hear this sound. "By the way, didn't you ask about Qiao Kejun's background last time? I found out that he was a serious surgeon before, neurosurgery."

"Here, the soy milk you want." The store manager pushed the cup in front of Wen Baifan.

Wen Baifan thought of the feud between Qiao Kejun and him for stealing milk, and thought that this person was really crazy.

"Qiao Kejun works in the famous Shengci Hospital. It is said that the operation failure rate he presides over is zero. As a surgeon, he is like a god. But seven years ago, for some unknown reason, he not only He resigned from the hospital and left the operating table completely. Two years later, he obtained a qualification certificate related to forensic medicine and officially changed careers.”

"This person actually has such a mysterious past."

Qiao Kejun's cold appearance is really suitable for a white coat and a scalpel. However, a surgeon who was originally a doctor who saved lives turned into a forensic doctor who hovered between corpses and crimes all day long. And the white coat, but the meaning is completely different.

"By the way, Qiao Kejun has a son, but he doesn't seem to be married." Luo Fei smiled inquiringly, "According to the calculation, his son was born around the time Qiao Kejun left the hospital. I don't know what the connection is between the two."

Speaking of Qiao Kejun's son, Wen Baifan recalled his last words today in a daze.

"By the way, Xinxin told me that day that he actually met you before."

But why don't I have any impression of myself?

Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through Wen Baifan's mind.

This afternoon, when he was lazy in the office, he accidentally flipped through a few pages of the book Xiaojia was reading. On the cover was a rather philosophical formula called "1+1=0".

After reading a few pages, it seemed to be a story about two boys' hot-blooded youth, which was quite interesting, so Wen Baifan went to read the book.

Later Xiaojia asked Wen Baifan: "Do you regret opening this book?"

Wen Baifan wanted to cry but had no tears.

It was a slapstick novel.

This is not a big deal, the key point is that it is a danmei novel about boys and girls.

To be precise, it is a novel about men and boys who want to kill each other and then fall in love, fall in love and then lose their memory, lose their memory and then toss, kill each other after tossing, forget each other after killing each other...then reunite, and spill blood to the fullest .

Seven years ago, Qiao Kejun gave up the medical career that he had pursued all his life.

Seven years ago, the child named Qiao Xin was born.

Seven years ago, I did suffer a serious head injury during a mission.

Is it...

impossible!

Wen Baifan was struck by lightning, and the scene of the tall and burly Qiao Kejun with a round belly and a cold face ordering him to mop the floor and wash the dishes appeared in his mind.

He closed his eyes and shook his head violently, finally throwing out this fantasy, but at this moment, a baby's crying sounded faintly in his ears...

"That kid is quite a genius." Luo Fei didn't know that Wen Baifan had already wandered out of Balidi, and was still talking about the story of Qiao Xin getting away on his own after being kidnapped. "It is estimated that IQ is well inherited. According to Qiao Kejun's information, he was admitted to the best medical school in China at the age of 17, and received a doctor's degree in medicine in six years. Most people have to study for at least eight years."

Wen Baifan's head was dizzy, and he thought to himself, so the child who was taken away by Wang Zong was him...

and many more!

After thoroughly digesting Luo Fei's words, Wen Baifan's eyes trembled, and he suddenly became sober.

"In my opinion, the most merciful thing in the world is that human beings cannot connect and connect all their thoughts."

Qiao Kejun sat by the bed and whispered the "Call of Cthulhu" to his son.

"Our homeland is an island of calm ignorance in the blackness of endless expanses, but that doesn't mean we have to go..."

"Where are you going?" Qiao Xin held the edge of the quilt with both hands, and covered his chin with the horn.

"—Voyage." Qiao Kejun turned a page.

Qiao Xin had already heard this story once, but he didn't dislike his father's recitation without emotional ups and downs. Such an atmosphere made him feel at ease.

"Dad, I saw a question about sailing ships in a book today." Qiao Xin repeated in a childlike voice, "An old ship sank to the bottom of the sea. After many years, people salvaged it and used it to Some of the parts on it recreated an identical ship..."

A laptop was randomly placed on the bedside table, unbuttoned, and a folder named "J" was displayed on the glowing screen, with medium-sized thumbnails laid out on top of it.

The photo of Wang Zong with a sluggish expression was impressively listed, and was marked with a red stamp of "processed".

If someone familiar with the legal news in recent years saw the portraits of other people before him, they would probably be shocked.

Whether it is deliberate or accidental, in the novel, the perpetrator will find ways to cover up his crime.However, in reality, not every criminal is so smart that he can clear himself of the crime and complete the crime, but sadly, these criminals who are not smart themselves have not all received the punishment they deserve.

In the stories behind the pictures on the screen, collective bullying, domestic violence, sexual assault, abandoned babies, disfigurement, mutilation, murder, these shocking evils can be seen everywhere, but the current law seems to be for people other than the victims There is always meaningless tolerance.

Under the photos of these people, without exception, the words "processed" were marked.

In the lower right corner of the screen, a person named "Z" sent a message——

"The world needs God."

"His followers on Earth are still out in the middle of nowhere, around a boulder, and put that little idol on top of the boulder, howling, prancing, and swaying."

Qiao Xin has already closed his eyes in a daze, and Qiao Kejun's story is almost coming to an end. His pleasant voice is getting deeper and slower, making the child's consciousness slowly sink into sleep, "... It must be trapped in its dark abyss under the sea, otherwise the world would be full of panic and mad screams at this moment."

The breeze lifted the curtains, blowing the breath of night into the room.

"Who knows what will happen in the future? What rises will sink, and what sinks will rise again. Disgusting things wait and fantasize in the abyss, and decay is everywhere in the turbulent cities of human beings."

After reading the last sentence, Qiao Kejun gently closed the book.

In the huge house, only one light was turned on in the kitchen, Wen Baifan pressed his thumb on the back of a sharp knife, and slowly and vigorously peeled an apple, the thin and long peel slipped from his fingers.

While peeling, he ran and hummed: "Icantellyoumysinsoyoucansharpenyourknife..."

With a sound of "ding dong", the doorbell rang suddenly, and the metal bell sounded particularly harsh in the silent night.

Wen Baifan was startled, and accidentally cut his hand with a sharp fruit knife, and blood gushed out of his skin, "Tsk, I have a crow's mouth."

He held his finger in his mouth, frowned and endured the smell of blood spreading in his mouth, while walking towards the door.

It was Wen Baifan's neighbor and tenant who came to the door to tell him about moving out next month.The tenant is a family of three, the parents are white-collar workers, the child's household registration is in his hometown, and he has to start school next year, so the couple planned to resign after the Chinese New Year, and not return to Chaocheng after returning home for the Chinese New Year.

Because the lease was terminated in advance, it is reasonable to say that the other party's deposit will not be refunded by the landlord, but this family has rented across from Wen Baifan for more than a year, which relieves him, and Wen Baifan can get together and leave, and generously give the deposit to others Return.

Wen Baifan closed the door, sighed, and set a memo on his phone, reminding himself to remember to go to the agency to rent out the house next month.

A half-peeled apple lay alone on a white porcelain plate. The yellow-white flesh had oxidized and turned brown, and circles of peel fell on the plate. The cut edge and the broken part of the peel were already polluted by blood.

Don't waste it, wasting food will make you fat.

Wen Baifan sighed, washed his hands again, rinsed the apple and the knife, and carefully cut off the discolored part.

And on the second joint of his right index finger, a scar that was cut and bleeding had completely disappeared without a trace.

"OffermemydeathlessdeathohgoodGodletmegiveyoumylife..." Wen Baifan gnawed on a pitted apple, hummed a song, and walked to the computer.

He glanced at the screen, typed the two letters "OK" on the keyboard with one finger, and clicked send.

In the upper left corner of the dialog box, a simple letter is displayed.

The night wind blew away the dark clouds in the sky, and the moon hung in the dark sky, like a strange face overlooking the earth.

Chapter Two Out of Control Bullets