I have a portable prison

It was still a while before dark, Zhao Qiqiu was sitting in the director's office, Sun Jianhang made a few favor calls, and soon someone sent piles of documents one after another.

Zhao Qiqiu flipped through the large amount of documents, and was also amazed in his heart. Does Cui Siwen never rest, and he can handle so many cases in just one month?

Although some of them were transferred to the Xinjian Bureau midway, from the results, Cui Siwen accounted for a large part of the reason for the quick conclusion of the case.

Zhao Qiqiu said that he was idle anyway, so he read all the documents patiently, and sometimes he couldn't help laughing out - most of the cases were bizarre, but the documents described this distortion in extremely rigorous language, It seems that they worked extremely hard to bring them back to their real appearance, resulting in each case from fantasy to criminal investigation and finally attributed to family rivalry. It is almost the same as those who used machetes to kill people before, very simple and unpretentious.

After reading it without getting any results, Zhao Qiqiu glanced at the date of the last document and asked, "Didn't you say there is still a civil dispute? Why isn't there?"

"There is no case filed." Sun Jianhang was busy with his own work, and stopped his work when he heard the words, and said, "A report from a small acupuncture clinic said that a mother and child would not be paid for treatment, and they had a fight with their mother. Cui Siwen went to the hospital on the spot solved."

This kind of case is common, and the police usually try to persuade them to fight, and if they can't persuade them to bring them back to the police station, Zhao Qiqiu asks more: "How did you solve it?"

"He handed over the money." Sun Jianhang shook his head, obviously disapproving of this method of handling: "Occasionally it's fine, but if the police do it often, it's also sending the wrong message."

It's a pity that Cui Siwen seems to be against someone every day, specially conveying these wrong information, and sometimes becomes a negative example, how can you control him?

Zhao Qiqiu knocked on the table unconsciously with his fingers: "Is he always so kind?"

"Good intentions, I know. I don't know if you often solve problems like this. What's the matter? Are you still curious about this case?"

"It just feels a little weird."

For a policeman, work is his life. Even in private, most of the things he can't hide from his colleagues who work together, let alone a busy person like Cui Siwen, so Cui Siwen "died", but no one Feeling the clues, this situation is almost impossible, and asking for leave after leaving the police is not like Cui Siwen's style of desperate Saburo.

Furthermore, the salary of the police is not very high, and Cui Siwen can pay to resolve the dispute, which shows that he has at least some sympathy for the reporter or the other party.

Why didn't the mother and son give the money? Are they more pitiful, or the boss of the acupuncture clinic?

Zhao Qiqiu put the documents back together, knocked on the table, and said: "Brother Sun, you should call and ask, I am worried that there is not enough time tonight."

tonight?

not enough time?

Sun Jianhang didn't continue to ask, but he didn't pause at all when making the phone call.

It took an hour for the police station to come back. Sun Jianhang answered the phone and hummed twice, but after a while, hearing the voice from the phone, his brows suddenly frowned: "Dead?"

Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help looking over, and when Sun Jianhang hung up the phone, he asked, "Who's dead?"

Sun Jianhang's expression was also quite solemn: "It seems that it's really not that simple. If you don't remind me, I'm afraid I'll miss it... The client of the clinic, the mother and son, the mother died."

"How did you die, child?"

"Suicide. That child is inherently sick, seems to have been in a car accident and is in a vegetable state." Sun Jianhang was a little distressed: "I have to ask for the specific details."

This case is so small that no one cares about it. The last time Sun Jianhang paid attention to this case was more than ten days ago.

But at this juncture, the person related to it died. This kind of coincidence hardly existed in his career.

Sun Jianhang immediately called someone to ask the relevant personnel to ask for clarification. This time it went very smoothly. A few minutes later, someone reported back the situation asked by the acupuncture clinic.

Everything in the clinic was as usual, no one died, and there were no other abnormal symptoms, but the information about the mother and child suddenly increased. Because the clinic held activities last month, the child had already been treated several times, so the mother left her phone number and Community address.

What is especially surprising is that the child was only about three years old. Last year, he was hit by a private car because of a blind spot while playing, and has since lost consciousness.

The files of the children's hospital were quickly transferred and sent to Sun Jianhang's office.

"The child is at grandma's house. The police station already knows about it." Sun Jianhang seemed to see the hope of solving the problem: "Qiqiu, I'll call your brother. You can stay at the police station today. I'll be on the opposite side for you." Check in a room at the hotel, and besides, the canteen in our bureau is really good.”

"Don't register," Zhao Qiqiu saw Director Sun's flamboyance at a glance: "I can't use it even if I register."

"Okay," Sun Jianhang said happily, "I don't think you need it either. Well, it's going to be hard on you, but it's just a good time for others to learn!"

It wasn't until the last gleam of afterglow disappeared on the glass that Sun Jianhang got new news: "The owner of the private car that hit the child is now in Nanyang City, and there is no abnormality around him." Mentioning this, Sun Jianhang couldn't help shaking his head: "I lost a lot of money, but it's considered The family went bankrupt, but unfortunately most of the money was cheated by Fu Xiaoling's ex-husband, and the remaining tens of thousands of dollars, Fu Xiaoling's medical treatment for the child has already been spent."

And there is no abnormality around her ex-husband, which means that Fu Xiaoling did not become a ghost after committing suicide.

Zhao Qiqiu still believed in his intuition and didn't take revenge. It didn't mean that Fu Xiaoling simply committed suicide.

Because she spent all her compensation and savings to treat the child's illness, but did not take the child away when she committed suicide, this alone is abnormal enough.

The direction has been given, now all that is left is to wait.

When Zhao Qiqiu stepped into Cui Siwen's ward again, it was already late at night, and the heat accumulated in the ward during the day seemed to have dissipated, and the whole room was completely gloomy and cold.

No matter what Zhao Qiqiu tried to persuade, Sun Jianhang was still worried about any accidents, so the special surveillance was turned on, and there were people guarding outside the room. Sun Jianhang moved a chair for Zhao Qiqiu, took out a box of ointment, and opened his yin and yang eyes and said: "You If something goes wrong, I can't explain it to your brother, if I don't see it right, I'll come in and wake you up immediately." After all, when Zhao Qiqiu had an accident, Lin Zhaoche was completely mentally ill, and he doesn't want to revisit it now.

Zhao Qiqiu nodded amusedly, and when he was the only one left in the ward, Zhao Qiqiu raised his hand, and a soul-calling bell rang down between his fingers, and he shook it lightly.

bell bell -

The people outside the door couldn't help but look down at their feet, a gust of wind gushed through their trouser legs, and slipped into the ward through the gap under the door.

The overhead light pipe squeaked in the long shade and flickered.

The sound insulation in the ward is usually good, but at this time people outside can clearly hear a slightly hoarse voice from inside the door, calling clearly: "Cui Siwen?"

"Cui Siwen?"

After shouting a few times, the voice became a little harsh:

"Cui Siwen!"

The lights in the entire corridor snapped and went out collectively.

In the dark, Sun Jianhang picked up the walkie-talkie: "Report the situation."

"Boss, everything is fine."

Sun Jianhang was relieved, and looked at the door of the ward. There was no sound coming from inside at this time, but the wind in the corridor became more intense, and the ventilation ducts of the building made a hollow whine, as if something was desperately looking for a way to get here.

Several subordinates showed surprise on their faces. They guessed that the ceremony was a success, but it was clear that they only heard the brief ringing of the summoning bell. Compared with the past, it was really too simple!

So what is the origin of the director's nephew? !

However, whether the process goes well or not is another matter for Cui Siwen to come back. Now most people have no expectations. Everything seems to be progressing supernormally tonight, but the only ones who really think that Cui Siwen can come back are the past and Cui Siwen has a good relationship with a few people.

"Director, the mage has spoken."

"Repost?"

The few people outside couldn't help looking at the closed door of the ward. From here, they couldn't hear any sound. Obviously, an enchantment had formed inside the door.Fortunately, there is the help of a special line, otherwise it would be blind to be so close.

"There is strong interference in the signal, and I only received three words: You are here. I suspect that the mage has already seen Cui Siwen."

"impossible?"

Sun Jianhang looked at the subordinate who couldn't help but refute, and the other party said in disbelief: "Didn't it mean that Cui Siwen has already gone to the underworld, why did he find it so quickly?"

"How is it impossible?" Another subordinate spoke at this time, and his expression was a little dazed for some reason, and he murmured: "Maybe this Xiao Zhao is very capable and can bring Brother Cui back?"

After speaking, he glanced at Sun Jianhang several times, and Sun Jianhang had no choice but to say, "Wu Dan, just say what you want."

The young man named Wu Dan was a little apprehensive, and said with inexplicable expectation: "Director, did you feel that the voice from the room just now sounded like a person?"

Sun Jianhang usually had relatively little contact with Wu Dan, so he didn't know why this question came to him, but after thinking about it for a few times, he suddenly remembered that Wu Dan in front of him had been a loyal fan of Wu Bainian since his internship, and now the other few My colleagues have only been transferred to this department in the past two years, and I am not familiar with Wu Bainian, so I can only ask myself.

"You mean..."

"Five hundred years!" Wu Dan was really excited: "Although I have only met him once, the name Cui Siwen just now, for a moment, really resembles him."

"You may have seen him too infrequently, so I didn't think so."

It’s just that when it comes to five hundred years, Sun Jianhang is also a little dazed. The young man has only responded to the soul post once or twice in recent years, and has not sent out any new posts. long track.

Yes, the warden—that's what everyone calls him now, and his reputation in the outside world is getting louder and louder, all thanks to the publicity of the black box.But Wu Bainian himself, perhaps because of this, has become extraordinarily low-key, and most of the time, he even doesn't want to appear in front of everyone.

Fortunately, both here and the General Bureau have acquiesced to the young man's behavior, and have not forced him to appear. The reason is very simple, because the bureau still has some understanding of Wu Bainian's residence in this world, and this person has not completely disappeared. In the eyes of everyone.

Wu Bainian had done many transactions with the New Bureau, one of which has now become a fixed asset of "Wu Bainian" - Chengshui Temple.Apparently, Wu Bainian had taken full responsibility for the land reclamation of Hongyun Mountain, and no murders occurred in the vicinity, and most of the days, the lights of Chengshui Temple were on.

It's just that the formation around Chengshui Temple is really powerful, no one can enter at all, otherwise he would have gone up the mountain to find someone, colleagues can't do it, can't they even be friends?

Sun Jianhang sighed heavily.

From time to time, the black box mocked the warden for his poor health, but he didn't know if it was true.

On the other side, a few minutes ago.

Zhao Qiqiu was walking on a wet green brick path, the surrounding scenery was extremely dim and blurred, and he flashed backwards very quickly with his footsteps.

In one hand, he held the soul-calling bell, and in the other hand, he held a handful of white silk threads, which stretched long into the dark front.

The white hair was still smooth to the touch, as if it still had a strong vitality. Zhao Qiqiu pulled it from time to time, but he never caught anything in front of him.

After walking for a long time, Zhao Qiqiu suddenly felt sore feet, and his body was a little weak and cold, but the sun-returning hourglass he used for timekeeping did not fall much sand, which shows that the flow of time here is different from the outside.

He was walking here alone, although he was fully prepared, but there were still playful sounds from far and near in his ears from time to time, or something bumped into him intentionally, trying to push him out of the path.

Fortunately, when those things are too entangled, the ring on his body will suddenly become a Buddha, and after the ear-piercing scream, Zhao Qiqiu's side will be quiet for a while.

Finally, a strong pulling force suddenly came from the other end of the white hair in his hand, almost pulling the white hair out of his hand, Zhao Qiqiu hurriedly chased after him, and a standing figure suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him.

At this time, the white hair has already connected with a strand of the other party's hair. This man is rubbing his scalp and hissing constantly, but no matter how he scratches, he can't touch the part that Zhao Qiqiu is pulling, and he can't help cursing violently. stand up.

Zhao Qiqiu didn't seem to exist in his field of vision until Zhao Qiqiu patted him on the shoulder.

Cui Siwen yelled and almost jumped up on the spot.

"Fuck!!"

"..."

What a guts.