Chapter 10 Chapter 9 Dominoes

I wrote a long list of numbers and handed it over, as well as a hundred-dollar bill. "There is research." The old man looked at the numbers and said. "It's nonsense." I said, this is the truth: "Just buy a bet. Why are the few stop signs on the opposite side black?" "There was a psychopath who painted with paint the morning before yesterday." The old man handed me the lottery ticket. "It looks kind of scary." "It's okay, it will be replaced in two days. The team has already visited and took photos." "How can someone do such a thing. You said that thieves would draw a secret sign in front of the door when they step on the plate, will this also..."

"It's strange, but I haven't seen anything strange in the past two days." The old man has no business now, and chatted with me patiently. "Look at Chuxin. It depends on the brand of the car, so don't be surprised when it's cold." The old man laughed: "I said baby, you are too timid, I have never seen you like this." I feel stuck in my heart, how long has it been since I was called a baby, and I survived the catastrophe today, so logically my eyes are still bloodshot and it's very vicissitudes. I pretended to be unconvinced: "Why, am I the only one who reacted so strongly?"

The old man laughed: "Don't say it's true, most people just look at it a few times, and some people ask curiously. You are overreacting. In this world, there are no strange things. You care about everything and get to the bottom of it. You have to pay it yourself But that's all." This is the third one I asked with a good perspective. Like the first two, I didn't see any weird people. I sighed in my heart, but I didn't regret this experience. Ever since I learned about the background of the Feeder Association, I have been hesitant in my heart, always evasive and indecisive.A huge car accident made me know that I was doomed to escape, so I simply went head-on.

Is it a declaration of war on the Feeder Association? I laughed at myself, but people don't care. After asking these companies, my mouth was dry. I went into the nearby supermarket and got a bottle of Coke.When it was time to check out, I looked back.The checkout counter in this supermarket is different from usual, it is not set on the side of the entrance door, but on the opposite side of the door.So when I turned around, I saw the black stop sign opposite me through the sliding glass door. This is the fourth one. On this side of the road, there are nearly ten shops with a good view to see the black stop sign on the opposite side.Do you want to ask everyone?I'm actually hesitant about this.Generally speaking, this is not necessary. If there is any abnormal situation, most stores can see it, so the first three said that they did not see strange people staring at the stop sign. I have almost given up. This time I really want to buy drinks. here.

"Look at the bus stop sign on the opposite side?" The salesperson took the initiative to ask me. "That's right." Since you spoke first, of course I followed up: "I looked at Touching Heart, but couldn't help looking at it, what's going on." I used "Touching Heart" again , Basically, I say the same thing in every family, anyway, they don't communicate with each other. "You're okay, I've been standing like this, don't worry too much about it. What are you talking about, color affects psychology, this is called color psychology."

In fact, what I asked was how the stop sign turned black, but his misunderstanding made my heart move.It seems that this clerk already has a shadow, so the psychological projection misunderstood me.This kind of situation is something I didn't expect before, that is, there will be people like the clerk, he is not a matter of looking at it for a few seconds, but as long as the black stop sign has not been replaced, he must keep looking at it , can't escape. I laughed and said, "Before I told the old man who bought lottery tickets at the intersection that the black stop sign looked uncomfortable, and he also said that I made a fuss. I didn't expect you to be more fragile than me."

The clerk is a gentle and fair guy with glasses, but he was quite unconvinced when I said this. He rolled his eyes and said, "You don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, and you feel uncomfortable when you pass by and hug me casually. Instead, you stand here for eight hours. Try it, I don’t know what it’s going to be like.” Looking at the gentleness, he is not small, and he is proud of the customers. "Besides, I was also influenced by others. You don't know, my colleague is called nervous. The day before yesterday, he stood here for a few hours and said that he was sick. When I was temporarily called to take over, his face was so It’s ugly. It’s good now. I have a high fever at home. I don’t know when I will be able to come to work. It’s really unlucky. Now three people in our store have to cover the shift of four people. I’m surprised that a few black stop signs can make a person look good. I have a high fever, why is it so evil? Thinking about it this way, I can't help but look at it, the more I look at it, the more panicked I feel. Do you think I was influenced by him."

the day before yesterday?That was the day the stop sign was blacked out. If the clerk is not lying, then his colleagues are by far the most directly affected by the black stop sign.In other words, his suspicion has risen to one of the highest, tied with Liu Chaohua! Field inspection is always the most effective means. I suppressed my excitement and asked carefully, "There is such a thing, and you really get sick after watching it for a few hours?" "Why are you lying to me? It was only after three o'clock in the afternoon when I came to take over the shift, and it was just over three hours. His face was so pale."

After three o'clock, more than three hours? I suddenly remembered the time requirement for the tray to issue the initial action instructions - before 11:30 in the morning, black out the bus license plates of Huzhou No. 1, No. 2, and No. 26 buses at Linhuqiao Station. "What time did your colleague start work?" In my eagerness, I didn't care that such a question seemed too in-depth and abrupt. The clerk gave me a strange look, but answered anyway. "He was on middle shift that day, twelve o'clock." I start work at twelve o'clock, and usually arrive ten minutes and a quarter of an hour earlier, but the pallet requires that the stop sign be painted black before eleven thirty.The timing fits perfectly.And a clerk who goes to work at such a time happens to be directly opposite the black stop sign. As long as he goes to work, there is nowhere to escape.If the black stop sign could make him have some kind of association, then during the few hours he was at work, such association would inevitably occur, and it would repeatedly circle and strengthen in his mind.

There is no one, the clerk who is sick at home is the most suspected one! I walked out of the supermarket and sent Wang Meifen a message with the wish fulfiller. I believe she must be convinced at this moment that finding me to join is her most correct choice. And then I just spit, and heck, it's the tray of choice. It's a monster that was built to be "always right," and the only chance of killing it is to count on it to be wrong now and then.And like a mortal who is always making mistakes, he has to catch it immediately when the hoped-for occasional appearance appears.

No matter how you think about it, it is an impossible task. Then don’t think about it, things are done, not thought out. Wang Meifen's reply came quickly, and it was a blow to the head. I'm sorry that I can't help you at the moment, since you escaped successfully in a car accident before, you must have been focused on by Thumb now.And you went to Linhu Bridge again, it's hard for your thumb not to suspect that there is an insider like me behind you.So I have to sleep temporarily, even if I just use my own resources to check the clerk, it is extremely dangerous at the moment. Wang Meifen did not say when she would "wake up".It looks like I'm alone now, but luckily I've never been one to put my hopes on others. I turned around and walked into the supermarket again. The clerk stared at me as I walked straight up to him and handed him a business card. "Reporter?" He looked down at his business card and murmured. I think he must be wondering why the passer-by who was asking questions just now turned into a reporter and came back again, and he was still a reporter from Shanghai. Over the years, the job of being a reporter has given me so much convenience, it’s simply an official cheating tool to get to the bottom of it, no matter what questions you ask, there is natural legitimacy—as long as you know how to tell. As for whether I will break the news, that is still a question, otherwise how would I get into the position of chief reporter.Next, I explained to the clerk that my newspaper had received a report that such a strange incident had happened in Huzhou, and sent me to interview it.Blacking out the stop signs may seem simple, but there may be a big secret behind it, because no one will do meaningless things. This was nonsense, but the clerk had been uneasy after seeing too many black stop signs, so he believed it. "But why didn't you say that when you came in just now?" he asked me. "Because I need to find out the basic situation around me first, I ask about each one, and then choose a special typical one for in-depth interviews. Now it seems that your place is worthy of in-depth interviews!" As soon as I said this, he was immediately in high spirits.Speaking of which, although the reputation of reporters is going from bad to worse, and there is even a tendency to become street rats, but in the real interview process, they are quite cooperative, as long as you don't use him as a negative example. I pretended to ask him how he felt about the black stop sign, and what kind of guesses he had, then changed the subject and talked about the colleague who had a fever. Name, basic background, phone number and even address, in the name of an interview, I found out all these clearly without spending any time. Linhu Bridge is in the center of Huzhou City, and Zheng Jianfeng (the clerk with a high fever at home) lives near Sunjiazhuang.In fact, it is only a little over ten kilometers away from Linhu Bridge, but Huzhou is a small town, and it is already considered remote. Zheng Jianfeng lives in a small three-story Western-style building with a large garden.In the 19th century, a large number of giant merchants emerged in the area of ​​Huzhou, headed by the four elephants and eight bulls in Nanxun. This small building also has a history of a hundred years. , It was not considered a good location in Huzhou a hundred years ago. Of course, Zheng Jianfeng couldn't monopolize a building, otherwise he wouldn't have to work as a salesperson in a supermarket.Most of this kind of mansions are occupied by many irrelevant people during a special historical period. The lucky owner can keep one layer, while the unlucky owner will drive out the whole family.This is the case in this small building, where seven or eight families still live. I came out of the Linhuqiao Supermarket without delay, and arrived in front of the small building in about half an hour.Who knows how much time I have for safety, I can do a little bit more during this spare time. The salesperson in the supermarket had a bad mouth before, and when I asked about Zheng Jianfeng, he babbled a lot about Zheng Jianfeng's situation, and he was very cooperative in the interview.According to him, he once went to Zheng Jianfeng's place to play poker once or twice, but if he wasn't a very gossipy person, he wouldn't be able to find out so many things with just this little friendship. So now I not only know which room Zheng Jianfeng lives on the first floor, but also that he is a 27-year-old single otaku with a weird personality.When it comes to eccentric personality, it is because Zheng Jianfeng is not like an otaku in the general sense, although he is a nerd.I don’t have a computer at home, I don’t like to read comics, I’m not interested in poker, I don’t know mahjong at all, and I don’t play CS World of Warcraft or other online games.What surprised my colleagues the most was that when talking about men's topics, that is, those Japanese AVs, Zheng Jianfeng actually acted quite dull, unable to get in his mouth at all, and seemed very unfamiliar with some names that nerds should be familiar with.In the words of the clerk, God knows what he does when he is alone at home. I am also deeply curious about this, not to say that it is not normal for children nowadays not to know the names of AV actresses, but if a person is insulated from the pop culture of his age, then there must be a big secret. The broken mouth clerk attributed Zheng Jianfeng's eccentricity to his special growth experience.Father Zheng was a well-known professor of nuclear physics at a university, but he passed away three years ago.As for Zheng's mother, she never heard about Zheng Jianfeng, and she doesn't know whether it was divorced or premature death. The light in the old house is always very poor. When I walked into the small building, I felt the surroundings suddenly became cold.I remembered the last mysterious whisper of the broken mouth clerk: I once heard Zheng Jianfeng’s neighbor say that the building is haunted, and there will be strange noises in the middle of the night, like a train passing by, or some unknown beast screaming underground. Tuk, tuk, tuk.There was no bell, so I knocked on the door with my fingers. Most of the residents on the first floor have installed iron doors, but the Zheng family did not. It is still an old wooden door that has been used for many years. The sound of knocking on the door can be heard as if the head inside the door has been eaten by moths. After knocking three times, there was no answer from the door.I knocked three more times, waited a moment, and began to slap the door with my palm. Still no one came out to open the door, but a white head stuck out from the door diagonally across the aisle and looked at me. I hurriedly asked him if Zheng Jianfeng was there, but the old man said he didn't know. I knocked on the door a few more times, knowing in my heart that no one would open it, trying to figure out what was going on inside.Was it because Zheng Jianfeng wasn't here at all, or was he too sick to get up in bed, or was there an accident? Speaking of which, the anti-theft effect of this broken wooden door is really weak.The door panel itself is not thick enough to be kicked open with a single kick, and it uses the oldest-fashioned Speling lock. This kind of lock is not anti-theft at all, but anyone who knows a little bit of tricks can open it, including me.This is the only kind of lock I can pick, and it is completely tempting me to appear in front of me at this moment. I struggled for a long time, and there was no one in the dark corridor, as if to create convenient conditions for me. Zheng Jianfeng went home from sick leave the day before yesterday. If he has a high fever and no one takes care of him, it is a bit dangerous, not to mention that other accidents may happen. What did the black stop sign remind him of? He fled in a hurry, was he really sick, or was there some other reason? I took out a public transportation card. Saving people is like putting out a fire. It's good that I didn't kick the door in, I said to myself.It's not looking for a reason, just judging from the situation on the surface, he has been bedridden with a high fever for two days, and the neighbors have never seen him go out. These are enough to judge it as a critical situation. I pressed my left hand on the door, and the door lock has shifted a little, and the door can be pushed in half a centimeter.Is there any door that is easier to open than this? Why didn't the thief draw a sign "This door is not closed all year round" in front of the door. I held the card in my right hand and inserted it against the gap between the Spelling lock and the door, adjusting the angle, poking it, and poking it again.With just a second click, the door opened. The curtains were drawn in the room, the lights were not turned on, and it was darker than the corridor.I stepped in and closed the door softly behind my back. The fabric of the curtains is not thick, and the afternoon sunlight penetrates through the curtains, leaving only a heavy twilight atmosphere.I didn't turn on the light, so the furnishings in the room could be seen clearly.A round plastic table surrounds a few chairs, past it is a beige cloth loveseat, a small table, facing the old-fashioned 24-inch TV set on the TV cabinet, and a small two-door refrigerator stands in the corner.There is nothing particularly eye-catching, but it is too simple and plain, and it feels like a family arrangement from the last century. At this time, I didn't care to look carefully. There are two doors in this small hall. The back of one seems to be a toilet, and the other should lead to a room.As for the kitchen, this kind of old house is public, not in the suite. The door was ajar, and when you opened it, you saw a bed. This is a bedroom of less than ten square meters, and the bed is directly facing the door, which is a taboo according to Feng Shui.The bed was clean, the thin quilt was folded next to the pillow, and there was no one there. Zheng Jianfeng, who said he was sick and asked for leave, was not at home.I thought so in my heart and went back to the hall.I had a hunch that he wasn't in the hospital, I guess he didn't have a high fever at all. I pushed open the toilet door.Always confirm each room. The layout of the toilet is very strange, obviously it was rebuilt later.This is more like a walkway, no more than 1.5 meters wide. A washing machine is placed behind the door, followed by a toilet, bathtub and washbasin. They are all against one side of the wall, and there is only a few dozen people walking on the other side. cm. There are no horrific images, the washing machine is empty with the lid open, no one is sitting on the toilet, and there is no floating corpse in the bathtub.I glanced over these and landed on the end of the passage toilet. The end is not a wall, but another closed door. I walked over to the wall and turned the round brass handle.The door is closed, but not locked. Pushing it away, there is a small space with a depth of one meter, and there is nothing except the ground. There is a round wooden board on the ground with a handle in the center. Obviously, it's a cover.Below that, there must be a ladder leading to the ground. In a trance, I remembered an adventure many years ago.It was also in a three-story building, and there was also a passage leading underground. Under the passage, there were several skeletons and a secret that had been buried for two thousand years. What about this time? After opening the door, I smelled a faint odor, which should come from under the wooden cover.Are there pickles underneath, or... a rotting corpse? I opened the lid. Gently lift the cover and let it lean against the wall without making a sound.The smell became stronger, not pickles, not sewers, but... the smell of biological decay. Is it Zheng Jianfeng?No, I immediately dismissed the guess.Even if he died as soon as he got home the day before yesterday, there was still no time for him to rot and smell like this. I adjusted my phone to flashlight mode, squatted at the entrance, and reached down first to take a light.There was no sound below, as if no living thing was startled by the sudden light. Then I went down. The flashlight kept flickering in front of it, illuminating patches of white, which set off the darkness of the entire basement.There should be a light switch, but I can't find it.The stairs are not long, and they reach the end after a dozen or so steps. The first thing I saw was a large pile of ashes on the ground. I covered my nose with my hands, and first took a look inside with the flashlight. The situation in the basement was a bit surprising, but it was still quiet, with no living things and no danger, so I bent down to look at the ashes first. It's paper ashes. It was burned very cleanly and thoroughly. It was a huge pile, at least hundreds of sheets of A4 paper, and there might be some books in it. I don't dwell on it, the ashes, though strange, are obviously not the strangest thing in the basement.I stood up, stepped carefully over the paper dust, and walked towards the thing that surprised me the most in the entire basement that I had glimpsed earlier. It was a machine tool. How did this steel guy move in? Could it be that it was disassembled and assembled in this basement?But why put the machine tool in the basement? What is it used for? I thought about the so-called haunted rumors, the unexplained rumbling of the subway and the screaming of the strange beast, and now I knew what was going on. The machine tool is quietly entrenched in the center of this basement, where the flashlight shines, there is a cold metallic luster. There is also a metal table next to the machine tool, which is very clean and has nothing on it.There were several beakers lying upside down on the ground, and some unrecognizable things at first glance, which seemed to be tools.I don't think there will be too many discoveries. Judging from the pile of ashes, Zheng Jianfeng was very careful not to expose his secret so easily. I paused by the machine tool for a few seconds, then continued to walk inside. The paper dust is a secret, and the machine tool is a secret, but now, the biggest secret in this basement is still deeper. that smell. The rotten smell came from the deepest part of the long and narrow basement. I don’t know how many days this smell has accumulated in the basement. There is no outlet, and it is just so stuffy and fermenting. I cover my nose with my hand, but it is of no use at all. I breathe through my mouth. The gas I inhale makes me feel nauseated. The acid water surged up one after another. Getting closer, the source of the smell. The flashlight fell on the innermost cabinet.Wardrobe or locker?Anyway, that capacity can definitely accommodate a person, whether he is alive or dead. The doors are closed tightly, and the handles are sunken grooves.My fingers went in, clasped it, and pulled it out. There are people or ghosts inside, let's see the difference. This is a very old wooden cabinet. I don’t know how many years it has been placed in the ground. The rollers of the cabinet door are already inflexible. When I pull it lightly, there will be a rattling sound, which immediately overwhelms me. heartbeat. It looks like an old woman laughing strangely while suppressing her voice. Only then did the door open a crack. Of course, the movement and the sound happened consecutively, but in this basement, the time seemed to be elongated.I can decompose them, spread them all out, and space and time are dismembered into pieces. For a while, I have an illusion that my life has also been dismembered like this, and I have lost all vitality. until. The door was opened a crack, and there was only the third, maybe the second, of the strange rattling laughter. Counting from the moment I pulled the door out with force with my fingers, it would take a while for the second hand to jump to the next frame. Someone laughed, in the back of my head. It was a real person laughing, not some association or illusion caused by other sounds.A man suppressed his throat, but laughed lowly with excitement, his unscrupulous fierce breath almost cut my neck. The cupboard door was being opened continuously, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, but the reaction of the nerves and even the muscles had to wait. The second hand has not jumped to the next frame. The door was opened halfway. The message that someone behind him was laughing finally entered the brain from the ears, and then fed back to the nervous system of the whole body. The muscles in the back stiffened first, and the tension quickly spread to the hands and feet.The first reaction should be to turn around, and at the same time, prepare to fight back or dodge to the left and right. But I just froze at this critical moment. This is completely the sequelae of the car accident. At the critical moment, I became hesitant, instinctively suppressed the instinctive reaction, and began to look forward and backward.But now it's not a trap set up by the tray! The second hand jumps to the next tick. The door was pulled open and I heard another voice.This sound was buried in the rattling sound of the door opening, and after that laugh, if I turned around normally, even if I heard it, it would be impossible for me to react. It was a light and crisp "click", and the machine spring started. The mobile phone in my right hand was still on, and I took a photo into the cabinet, only to see a cold light flash.At this moment, it was too late for people to dodge completely, and while twisting hard, they could only use their mobile phone to block it by feeling.A huge force hit the phone, the tiger's mouth shook, the phone dropped from my hand, and the cold light hit me hard on the shoulder.My shoulders went numb immediately, and I took half a step back. The humming aftertaste of the machine spring, like the wings of a wasp, was still echoing in the basement. A steel rod as thick as a little finger was inserted into the center of my mobile phone and nailed to my right shoulder.I pulled it back with my backhand, and my shoulder hurt. It seemed that it still penetrated the phone. The mobile phone is naturally broken, and the basement is dark. There was a laugh in the back of his head, and there was no movement after the laugh.It must be a recording, used for distraction, to match the lore in the closet. I have to thank the tray, otherwise the steel arrow would have pierced my chest. The cupboard door is open, but I can't see anything.It's just that the smell is six or seven points more intense. A short distance away, there must be a dead body. There was a stabbing pain in my shoulder, maybe it was bleeding, but I had no intention of retreating, and slowly, slowly, I stretched out my hand and poked into the closet. Probe forward bit by bit, inch by inch, and come across. limp. But it is not the feeling of flesh and blood. Is it plastic? It seems to be the position of the shoulder, and my hand moves slowly. Soft plastic neck? The head is tilted to one side. It is indeed a head. I can feel the facial features, the holes for the eyes, and the holes for the mouth.The lips were so soft that they could hardly be touched, and when they were pulled apart, it was the hardness of the teeth.Yet everything was dry, with only the smell of rot, no rotting sap. I see. What I touched was a corpse tightly wrapped in plastic film.Perhaps, it was the large plastic wrap bought in the supermarket, and several rolls were used. The corpse rotted in the plastic wrap, which really didn't live up to the name. I got up, groped, and left the basement. Half an hour later, I stood on the side of the street and saw the police car roaring to a stop in front of the building. I shrugged and grinned. In fact, the injury on the shoulder was not serious, it only pierced a little, and it was covered with a large band-aid.The arrowhead of the steel arrow was sharpened with a lathe, and the blood groove was opened. If it wasn't for the mobile phone, it would really hang. I reported it to the police, and there is no other shortcut.Wang Meifen's line cannot help me for the time being, and the current situation does not allow me to track it down alone. After I came out of the basement with a broken mobile phone, I went to the supermarket outside to buy a lighter and went back. With the dim light of the fire, I finally found the light switch. After I turned it on, the basement was as bright as day, with eight fluorescent lamps on the top.This place is used by Zheng Jianfeng as a workshop, so sufficient light is needed. Under the white light in the room, in the open cupboard, the corpse wrapped in plastic wrap exuded a strange luster. This is a naked male corpse sitting curled up. It has begun to rot, but it has not liquefied. It is estimated that the time of death is two to four weeks.It was wrapped in several layers of plastic wrap, and I didn't remove the body, so I couldn't tell where the fatal injury was.The reason for not moving is that I don't think that after doing that kind of act of destroying the scene, I will be able to solve the case or clarify the identity of the deceased. In this case, I will leave it to the police. The mechanism for shooting steel arrows is a long box installed on the top of the cabinet. In addition, there is an electronic trigger at the door of the cabinet. On a small inconspicuous box next to a fluorescent lamp.That laugh came from here. I pulled the steel arrow out of the phone and put it in front of the cabinet.There are my fingerprints on them, I didn't remove them, in fact I inevitably left many marks in this basement, after the interviews with the clerk with the naughty mouth, and the conversations with the old neighbor in the corridor, any cover-up actions will be futile. I bought a counterfeit mobile phone from a small mobile phone shop on the street, replaced it with a SIM card, and called the police.But not the local 110, but my old relationship in the Shanghai Police Department.These are the network resources I have accumulated over the years in my adventurous career.My friend surnamed Guo is considered a high-ranking member of the Shanghai police. I only started with the black stop sign. After that, how to interview, how to sneak into Zheng’s house, and how to find the dead when he was shot with an arrow. Said, no concealment. With the intelligence of police officer Guo, of course he would not believe that I went to Huzhou for an interview just for a few black stop signs.But I don't tell, he doesn't ask, this is his tact.I didn't say a lot of things at all, and he answered first.His promise is, under normal circumstances, to help me erase the intrusion, as if I didn't intervene. The so-called general situation, of course, means that I have no serious crimes here, or that the police can solve the case without the need for me to tell everything. I said thank you, and then made another request, hoping to be notified as soon as the case progressed, including Zheng Jianfeng's whereabouts, what he was doing with the lathe in the basement, and the identity of the deceased.Guo said that the case belonged to the Zhejiang police, and he had no way to intervene.I said you don't need to intervene, just watch for me more, and said to him in a very solemn tone, please.He said it was so important, I said it was very important. I am very happy that Guo finally agreed to me, and I can't take care of the favors owed to adults for this.But I really didn't expect that useful news would come so quickly. That was more than three hours later, and I was still on my way back to Shanghai. I took a long-distance bus from Huzhou to Hangzhou, and then returned to Shanghai from Hangzhou.The reason for making such a big circle is, of course, to break the possible calculations of the tray and make his behavior as disorderly as possible.When I received the phone call from Guo, I had just boarded the Shanghai-Hangzhou high-speed railway and was hesitating whether to get off at Jiashan halfway and take another means of transportation back to Shanghai.I took out the coin again and planned to toss it, thinking in my heart that it would really cost money to be disorderly. "The identity of the deceased is basically clear." Officer Guo said on the phone. "So fast?" "Fortunately, the skin of the deceased hasn't rotted away. He has a very special tattoo. Adding in the height and approximate face shape, it's almost the same." "Is that the person registered in your system?" No matter how special the tattoo is, if there is no criminal record in the public security system, the police will not be able to clarify the identity so quickly.Based on the level of criminal records collected by the Chinese police, it is estimated that this person is not young. "It's called Ouyang De, a notorious terrorist." "Terrorist...?" I realized that this was still on the train, and lowered my voice to mumble the last two words.This is beyond my expectation. "The time of death was three weeks, two fatal wounds, the right chest was pierced almost through by a sharp object, very similar to the homemade steel arrow you left at the scene, but slightly thinner, probably a smaller portable version. One is the left back of the head, which was shattered by a hammer or wrench. It seems that he was hit by an arrow first, and then killed by a blunt object. The murder weapon has not yet been found." "Well...is there any more?" There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, perhaps considering whether to share more important information. "Tell me, Lao Guo, I haven't asked you for anything, you know I won't do anything illegal." The one over there smiled and muttered something vaguely, as if talking. "The rest are just speculation." "Conjecture is fine." "Ouyang De belongs to an international terrorist organization called Jihad Paradise, which has certain influence. Three years ago, the Chinese police used a lot of resources, and even dispatched special forces from the military to cooperate with Interpol and police forces from other countries. This organization launched a strike. Such a scale of strike is rare. Jihad Paradise is an organization based in China. The reason why so many countries attach so much importance to it is related to a piece of information that is not so certain.” "Do they want to call 911 again?" At this time, I had moved to the toilet in the compartment to make a call, and there was no one around. "The nature is more serious than that." I was shocked and said, "Could it be nuclear..." "To be exact, six kilograms of uranium 235 flowed out on the international arms black market three years ago. This is separated. The final flow of the things is likely to be the jihadist paradise. The attack three years ago has severely damaged the jihadi paradise, but escape Some key elements were lost, including this Ouyang De, and finally failed to find uranium 235. Zheng Jianfeng’s father, Zheng Yuanlong, is a professor of nuclear physics. The remaining things are not difficult for people like Zheng Yuanlong. Although there is no evidence that Zheng Yuanlong has any connection with Jihad Paradise, the fact that Ouyang De died in Zheng Jianfeng's house is actually enough to carry out such a guess." "Then how did Zheng Yuanlong die three years ago?" "A traffic accident where an earthmoving truck knocked him over while turning." "Then Zheng Jianfeng...has the lathe in the basement been used recently? With that thing, can you make...that thing?" "What can be found is that Zheng Jianfeng has won many provincial and national awards in robot production and hand-made gizmo competitions in elementary and middle school, and has shown a strong mechanical manufacturing ability very early. And this This lathe has been used recently, and a person who has fully grasped the principles and basic manufacturing techniques is enough to use this lathe to make a... although it is the roughest and most primitive, it is enough to explode." "How... how big is it?" "Six kilograms, if it is completely fissioned, the equivalent is almost eight times that of the little boy dropped by the US military in Hiroshima, Japan during World War II." I gasped. "Now this matter has alarmed the high-level, and the highest-level arrest warrant has been issued to Zheng Jianfeng. I believe he will be caught soon." Regardless of whether Officer Guo's confidence is true or not, I am not optimistic at all. Because that's the plan for the pallet. The first ring has already started, relying on the police, it is absolutely impossible to stop the subsequent series of changes. Can I do it? The point is, if Zheng Jianfeng really made an atomic bomb, what would he want to do?