Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Yang Ke next to him knew that he had lost his memory, and explained: "The second department is also a field department, which is a bit like your third department."

Colleagues from the second division heard Yang Ke's words and turned their heads to laugh: "How can we compete with the third division? Although we have an advantage in numbers, most of them have weak abilities. Many of them are staffed by both the special investigation bureau and the police station, working as handymen." Yes. Dr. Song, let's go."

Song Si felt his emotions when he spoke: five points of envy, two points of jealousy, two points of curiosity, and one point of pleasure.

This is the first time he has experienced the three subjects in the eyes of others.

Song Si didn't make things difficult for his colleagues, turned around, and waved to Zhang Qi who was inside.Zhang Qi looked at them without turning his eyes, and when he saw Song Si turning his head, he immediately stood up from his chair and said goodbye to him flattered.

He was taken away from the first department and taken to the fourth floor.

Each department is responsible for a different field, and in order to do a good job of confidentiality, each department is arranged to work on different floors.Without the consent of the department-level leaders, employees cannot freely enter and exit the floors of other departments.

Song Si never visited the fourth floor of the Special Investigation Bureau.

When you get out of the elevator, the structure of the floor is the same as that of Sanke, but the decoration and atmosphere are quite different.There is Lin Zheng in the third department, who is keen on raising all kinds of flowers and plants. He filled the fifth floor with green plants and took care of them patiently day after day to keep them alive. At first glance, he thought he was in a botanical garden when he got off the elevator.

The fourth floor is the complete opposite. It is cold everywhere. The corridor is just a long box with bare walls on the left and right, and no murals are hung.It's not time to get off work yet, but the surroundings are completely silent, and there is no one in sight.

After stepping into the corridor, the mood of the person leading the way changed, a little in awe.

Song Si moved his gaze away quietly, looked at his side face without any trace, and said, "Just now, Section Chief Yang said that there are many people in Section [-], why didn't you see any colleagues?"

The colleague next to him smiled, rubbed his hands, and said, "Our department is on the second floor, which is the fourth department."

Song Si raised his eyebrows lightly: "Isn't this case transferred to the second department?"

The colleague said: "Yes. Considering your particularity, our department has no suitable candidates to take notes. The director arranged for you to come to the fourth department."

To sum it up: the small ruined temple of the second department cannot judge your six big Buddhas.

Song Si felt like being treated as a suspect, which was understandable intellectually, but not happy emotionally.He stopped talking, pursed his lips, and quietly followed behind him.

He took him to the farthest room in the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, there were six people sitting opposite him, the same six people who had made notes for him.

Several pairs of eyes fell on him, Song Si stood and looked at them one by one, the atmosphere was a little strange.

Last time, the six of them took Li Yunan's order and went to the third division to try to take away Song Si, but were killed by Chu Mingyi.

This time, Li Yun'an had already become a prisoner, while Song Si and Chu Mingyi finally entered the interrogation room of the fourth department.

Feng Shui turns in turns, mountains don't turn and water turns.

The leader coughed lightly, and said first, "Brother Si, let me apologize for what happened last time. We took Li Yunan's instructions without thinking too much about it, and even had an unpleasant encounter with Chief Chu. It turned out to be like this in the end..."

The other five people were silent. The emotions in this room were very complicated, mixed together like unpalatable strange-flavored beans.

Song Si glanced at their faces and understood.Li Yun'an must be a good section chief in front of his subordinates.

He sat down in the chair and said, "It's okay. How are you going to interrogate today? Do you want to enter the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"No need," said the colleague, "Director Fu is still on vacation, so we won't enter the sea of ​​consciousness, it's just a routine investigation."

Song Si nodded.

These six people have their own abilities, and the preliminary judgment is all psychological abilities.There was no lie detector in the room. As he said, today was just a routine interview and investigation. Around Zhu Hongjia's arrest, interrogation and death, he asked questions about facts for more than an hour.

During this period of time, the abilities of the six people were fully activated, and the room was filled with strong supernatural energy, which was a delicacy that was within easy reach for the twin butterflies.

Song Si had treated Zhang Qi before he came, and the sequelae began to appear slowly.

He was losing control of his emotions, and an inexplicable sense of irritability lingered.The twin butterflies in his brain were in a state of hunger, hovering in the center of his brain, as if if he was negligent, he would take away control of his body and suck up all the supernatural powers in this room.

After more than an hour, Song Si's back was completely wet.

Not because of the interrogation, but because of the twin butterflies.

At the end of the interrogation, his impatience had reached a critical point, and his colleagues were still asking over and over again: "What were you doing when Zhu Hongjia committed suicide?"

His tone was a little heavy: "I repeated it many times, I was taking a nap, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything."

Someone immediately asked: "Why do you feel anxious, what are you anxious about?"

Song Si unbuttoned a coat button, and this kind of rhetorical question was equivalent to adding fuel to the flames. He uncontrollably smelled of gunpowder, and blurted out: "Is this difficult to understand?"

The man was quiet for two seconds and said, "What do you think?"

Song Sidao: "In order to solve this case, I haven't had a full sleep for almost a week, and now I have to sit here and be questioned as a suspect, watching the precious time in solving the case being wasted, why should I Don't feel anxious?"

Another pointed out: "You're not just anxious, you're tense."

Song Si looked at the speaker, took a deep breath slowly, and remained silent for half a minute without denying it.

He was indeed nervous, but he was nervous about twin butterflies.

"After Zhu Hongjia confirmed her death, why did you go to Zhang Qi in the first place?"

Song Si's ears were buzzing, but he couldn't hear clearly who asked the question.

But this question gave him a thump in his heart, he couldn't help raising his head, and scanned the six people opposite him with some vigilance.

He suddenly thought of one thing—there is a dark ghost in the Special Investigation Bureau, Zhang Qi reveals such important information, will it attract the attention of that person, and control Zhang Qi to follow in Zhu Hongjia's footsteps?

"Your nervousness has increased. Why does Zhang Qi make you nervous? Does he have anything to do with Zhu Hongjia?"

These six people took off all his disguises and were looking at him inch by inch with a magnifying glass.Song Si no longer felt anxious and nervous. He was very irritable now. He really wanted to swear and scold them, asking why they took him as a suspect for interrogation.

The twin butterflies, already on the verge of awakening, were on the verge of waking up.

"I want to see the director," Song Siqiang held back the displeasure in his heart, "I have important information to tell him."

The six people on the opposite side looked at each other.

"Brother Si, the review is not over yet." The leader said, "Sorry, we have to go through the process. This is a necessary process."

The person next to him also felt that something was wrong, and added: "This is also to protect you. After the process that should be followed is completed, no one will use this matter to criticize you in the future."

Song Si took another deep breath.

He sat up straight, with his back pressed against the cold chair back, his upper and lower lips touched lightly, and he said a word expressionlessly: "Fuck."

Six people from four subjects: "..."

Probably because he had never seen Song Si burst into foul language before, and the scene was once very embarrassing and shocking.

Song Si used the calmest tone to express his negative emotions that were about to erupt: "The suspect committed suicide in fear of crime during the interrogation. You didn't investigate what the suspect was trying to hide in the first place. Instead, you regarded your own people as murderers and locked them up for interrogation over and over again." , Is this the fucking style of the Special Investigation Bureau?"

The leader frowned: "Brother Si, calm down. We are here today to interrogate you, not because of suspicion, but to protect you."

The emphasis on the last sentence seems to emphasize something.

Song Si couldn't bear it any longer, his twin butterfly had reached its limit, and he could even feel it spreading its wings in his mind.

He stood up abruptly from the chair, pulled the chair away, turned and left the room without warning.

The door was slammed shut with a bang, separating the suffocatingly dense supernatural energy inside.Song Si covered his face with all his strength, stood at the door, and tried his best to restrain the madness in his heart.

"Song Si?"

A familiar voice called him.

Song Si raised his head and saw Chu Mingyi coming out of the next room.

The two looked at each other, and Chu Mingyi was slightly taken aback when he saw Song Si's expression.

Afterwards, without asking anything, he strode up to him, took him into his arms a little rudely, and patted him on the back lightly.

All the mania subsided with this action.

Chu Mingyi smelled of smoke and blood, which was very unpleasant.

Song Si seemed to have returned to a peaceful environment, resting his chin on his shoulder, and let out a tired sigh of relief.

The author has something to say:

I want to sprinkle a lot of sugar...Chu Mingyi X Song Si, I can write 180 ways to make candy... (Wake up, you are writing a plot article