Something happened to the orphanage again?
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Officer Feng, what happened to the orphanage?"
"Let's talk about it back to the headquarters." After saying that, he ignored Jiang Yuan and went downstairs.
Jiang Yuan had no choice but to follow behind and asked, "Isn't this the headquarters?"
Fatty Feng did not look back and just said: "This is equivalent to the outpatient department of the hospital, and I am not even qualified to be a doctor. I am just a security guard at most."
"Oh no, your level is so low." Jiang Yuan mumbled.
Fatty Feng's face turned dark and he didn't say anything. He was probably a little embarrassed.
After leaving the gate of the public house, Jiang Yuan was about to ride his little donkey. He saw Fatty Feng waving to him and said, "Why are you riding your little donkey instead of sitting on the bus?"
After saying that, Fatty Feng walked towards the underground parking lot.
Jiang Yuan was startled. Yes, he is now considered a public official. Going out to take the bus is also considered a card.
Not long after, a little donkey that was about to fall apart was ridden out of the underground parking lot by Fatty Feng. Fatty Feng was already a tall man and a big horse, so riding on the little donkey that was about to fall apart seemed a bit inconsistent for a while.
"What are you doing standing around? Get in the car." Fatty Feng greeted.
"Thank you, are you all so poor in the special affairs bureau? Is this a bus?" Jiang Yuan said contemptuously.
"No, it's just that I'm so poor." Fatty Feng smiled awkwardly.
Believe it or not.
Silently all the way, the two of them galloped down the street on their own little donkeys. Half an hour later, they stopped in front of a majestic building.
Jiang Yuan was a bit tongue-tied.
The Foreign Trade Building is the most impressive building in the city. Ordinary people cannot afford to rent it. The Special Affairs Bureau is indeed extraordinary.
"Is there a card at the headquarters?" Fatty Feng said hehey.
"Officer Feng, it seems that I am looking down on others. It seems that you are the only one who is poor." Jiang Yuandao.
"Hey, the surprise is yet to come." Fatty Feng didn't explain.
The two walked into the Foreign Trade Building and entered the elevator. Jiang Yuan subconsciously asked: "Officer Feng, which floor is it?"
"-3" Fatty Feng said.
What the hell? Jiang Yuan was stunned, feeling as if he had entered a poor house.
The headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau is located in the underground warehouse of the Foreign Trade Building, which is the lowest floor - the 3rd floor. This place should have been a garage before, and there are still traces of parking lines. It is surrounded by some green bricks, and there is not much decoration inside. Except for the necessary air conditioners, office computers, etc., the other furniture is extremely crude.
Jiang Yuanzheng cursed in his heart, with this office environment and such poverty, how could he afford his salary of 10,000 yuan a month?
"Hey, Fatty Feng is back?"
At this time, the girl at the front desk smiled and said to Fatty Feng, and then saw Jiang Yuan behind Fatty Feng. She was a little surprised and said: "Fatty Feng, where did you get such a handsome little brother? Little brother, My name is Xue Qian."
After saying that, he even winked at Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment and took a look at the girl at the front desk. She was dressed in professional attire, with a bulge that should be bulging and a brow that should be raised. She had an oval face and charming eyes.
"My name is Jiang Yuan." Jiang Yuan said politely.
"Nice to meet you." Xue Qian stretched out her hand.
Jiang Yuan reacted instantly and immediately reached out to shake her hand. He felt that the hand was a little cold, but it felt good.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he felt something strange in his palm, but saw Xue Qian stretched out her little finger, lightly hooked it in his palm, and then withdrew her hand.
Holy shit, is there such a benefit?
Jiang Yuan's eyes widened.
Xue Qian chuckled, her laughter a little charming.
"Xue Qian, if you are feeling lonely and unbearable, you can find me, Old Feng. I am known as a gun that can kill all the invincibles in the world." Fatty Feng saw something fishy and teased with a smile.
"Bah, you Feng Sansiao." Xue Qian muttered, and as soon as the door was closed, she twisted her waist and entered the office.
Jiang Yuan glanced at Fatty Feng in confusion, feeling that this fat man was not only poor, but also not good enough?
Fatty Feng coughed awkwardly and said, "Rumors are just rumors. She has never tried it, so how does she know I can't do it?"
The office is also very poor. It is a temporary conference room made up of several desks. There is a curtain in front of it, which should be the so-called projector. In this working environment, Jiang Yuan doubts whether his 10,000 yuan will be owed at the end of the month. .
Sad.
Right in front of the temporary conference room, a woman in professional attire stood. She was about thirty years old. Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up. This woman was a bit high-class. She had the aura of a capable strong woman in her face, and her eyes were a little unruffled. The clean bangs, clean face, and even clean figure give off a feeling of pure lust in the workplace.
"Everyone is here, tactical team, logistics team, field team, data team." She glanced around, then looked at Xue Qian and the three people who had just entered the door, and said, "You three, do you need me to help you carry your stool? "
The tone was somewhat aggressive.
Jiang Yuan cursed in his heart, this woman must be single, who can stand such a temper?
There were already about ten people sitting in the temporary conference room, including men and women. Hearing this, they just glanced this way.
The three of them immediately found stools and sat down.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the woman who was probably in menopause glanced at Jiang Yuan, her eyes full of contempt, and said, "Are you the Jiang Yuan who entered the Special Affairs Bureau through the back door?"
As soon as he said these words, the dozen men and women who originally didn't care about this side all turned back to look at Jiang Yuan with doubts in their eyes.
Jiang Yuan cursed secretly in his heart, this woman must be sick, I don't even know if I have the connection to go through the back door.
"Well, um, beauty, I think you have some misunderstanding. I should belong to you. You took the initiative to recruit me." Jiang Yuan expressed his innocence.
Fatty Feng suddenly pulled his sleeve.
Jiang Yuan glanced at Fatty Feng in confusion.
Fatty Feng just smiled bitterly.
The next moment, the woman's chest heaved. She slammed the folder in her hand on the table and sneered: "Very good. It seems that you are a capable person. I want to see what kind of file it is." You trash, you still dare to speak so loudly."
After saying that, she glanced at the conference room and said: "In three days, find a clue to the bizarre death incident in Jiangnan City. If you can't find it, I will deduct two thousand yuan from each person's salary. If you find it, I ask you." Eat a big meal.”
two thousand?
Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded and deducted money for every disagreement. He finally understood why he dared to give himself a salary of 10,000 yuan a month. According to this trend, he didn't have to work for a month and he still had to add money into it.
But strangely, there was no wailing sound of being deducted from wages. I guess it was because of the woman's power.
Seeing that the woman no longer paid attention to him and started to open the PPT, Jiang Yuan took this opportunity to move his stool towards Xue Qian and asked in a low voice: "Sister Qian, why did they not respond when their money was deducted?"
Xue Qian smiled slightly and said: "Hey, I'm calling Sister Qian out. She has such a sweet mouth. Does your girlfriend have diabetes?"
What the hell? Jiang Yuan didn't understand. He thought about it carefully and sighed secretly. The car was going too fast and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
Seeing that Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, Xue Qian continued: "Why do you have to react? The boss has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. He doesn't know how to deduct money. Besides, he only deducted two thousand, and it doesn't hurt his muscles and bones."
Hey, two thousand dollars won't hurt your muscles and bones, Jiang Yuan said: "But ten thousand dollars won't be enough, how many times will it be deducted?"
"What ten thousand yuan?" Xue Qian was confused.
Wait, that's not quite right. Jiang Yuan came to his senses and asked tentatively: "How much is your monthly salary?"
"The basic salary is one hundred thousand, what's wrong?" Xue Qian said.
Ten...hundred thousand?
Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded and continued: "What if you are a newcomer? How much is the salary for a newcomer?"
"As for the newcomers, the minimum salary for a newcomer is 20,000 yuan a month. Don't you know? We are doing hard work. If the salary is low, who will do it? I think your position is a special consultant. If you are a consultant, you will have a basic salary of at least 50,000 yuan. Months." After Xue Qian finished speaking, she pursed her lips towards the woman on the stage and added: "Don't talk during the meeting. This is the seat of the Jiangnan Branch of our Special Affairs Bureau and the leader of this Jiangnan task force. , I have a bad temper, if you speak again, be careful of being dealt with."
When Jiang Yuan heard this, he glanced at Yun Yue'er, and then looked at Fatty Feng who was looking at him as if nothing happened. He gritted his teeth, feeling that my 40,000 yuan was eaten by a dog.
"What are you mumbling about? Xue Qian, stand up." At this moment, Yun Yue'er looked this way again.
Xue Qian was also surprised, glanced at Jiang Yuan complainingly, and then stood up.
"I think you still have time to seduce men. You should have figured it out. Tell me what you think." Yun Yue'er said.
Xue Qian smiled bitterly, but she did not have stage fright. Her whole aura suddenly changed at this moment. She no longer had the enchanting energy before, but was full of competence. She slowly walked to Yun Yue'er and turned on the remote control. device.
Groups of pictures appeared on the projector, all of which were pictures of death scenes. Some were bloody, some were peaceful, and they were all different. The way of death was different, the address of death was different, and the age group of death was different. It was like they were random. .
The identity of the deceased is also different.
Xue Qian looked at the picture on the projector and said: "In four days, there were forty bizarre deaths, with a death toll of 58 people. Some committed suicide by jumping off buildings, some died at home for no reason, some were drowned, and some even happened. Spontaneous combustion.”
"The deceased had different occupations and different ages, and there was no connection between them. However, there seems to be a pattern among these forty bizarre deaths."
When she said this, more than ten people in the conference room also listened carefully with serious expressions.
Jiang Yuan also stared at the group of pictures and screened them carefully. He seemed to be unable to see anything. There was no connection at all between these dead people.
But Xue Qian continued: "The pattern is that the number of deaths has dropped. On the first day, 21 cases occurred, on the second day 11 cases occurred, on the third day 5 cases occurred, and today, 3 cases occurred, and the number of deaths It is also decreasing sharply. Today’s three incidents, in fact, the incident in the orphanage, if handled in time, should not happen."
Sure enough, there were still deaths in the orphanage. Although he was mentally prepared, Jiang Yuan still couldn't accept it when he heard it with his own ears.
There is nothing I can do now. Even going to the orphanage will not make any difference. Maybe as a special consultant, I have access to these cases, and I may be able to see some clues and find out some clues.
He looked at the pictures on the slide.
The first picture shows a little boy picking up a rag doll, and a car is not far away from him. The second picture shows the little boy being crushed under the car, with the rag doll falling aside, but the third picture shows the little boy being crushed. Under a motorcycle, holding the rag doll in his hand.
It's a bit strange. It should be that a little boy was hit by a car while picking up a rag doll, but he was probably injured and not fatal. What is really fatal is the third picture. The little boy went to pick up a rag doll for the second time and was crushed to death by a motorcycle.
