Xueming returned to the familiar police station, and Ye Bei made an extra trip to come back to get someone.
The good brother of the Tiantong department repeatedly told the intelligence team and the action team that he wanted to preserve the old house on Guangyuan Middle Road, but Jiang Xueming completed the demolition work without hesitation, which made it difficult for the Tianshu team members.
Facing the good brother who assisted in the investigation, Jiang Xueming's answer was very straightforward.
"Sorry, I can not do it."
"It is too difficult for me to deal with spirits in such a narrow place without harming innocent people and protecting cultural heritage."
Sima Yao asked: "Why did you rush in with the forklift?"
Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "I went to the construction site of Xinjiayuan Xintiandi in Nancheng, and there were four team leaders sleeping. I originally wanted to bring a crusher, but I didn't know how to use that kind of large engineering vehicle, so I borrowed a forklift from them. I spent more than four thousand yuan. You didn’t give me a law enforcement certificate, so I couldn’t temporarily requisition the vehicle. Can this money be reimbursed?”
The three people present all slapped themselves on the forehead.
Ye Bei, Sima Yao and Tiantong's co-investigators all looked hopeless.
Compared with this matter, Xueming is more concerned about the Vita Brand - judging from the cash register's account books, the horror artist can guarantee that 180 people will be infected with this chronic disease every month, and the fatality rate is 100%. If nothing unexpected happens, A large number of people are already suffering from this incurable disease.
"Brother Ye Bei, I want..."
"I know, I understand...I understand how you feel." Ye Bei interrupted: "We have sent people to do the prevention and treatment of Vita Brand."
"That's good." Jiang Xueming didn't feel anything was wrong, but it was a pity: "One of the hostages died, and the target's soul power was very terrifying. I was very scared at the time..."
Sima Yao: "Are you extremely scared?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I was so scared. That guy turned into a flesh-and-blood fusion monster under my eyes. I didn't know if he had a chance to change back, so I immediately drove a forklift and crushed him."
Qiongqi immediately stood up: "Well done! Boy! As expected of you! You did a good job! I can't smell any guilt or regret in your heart!"
"Maybe I could handle it better, but the situation was urgent at the time and I couldn't physically verify whether this terrifying ability would be transmitted through body fluids." Jiang Xueming truthfully told his true feelings: "Invest all of him and the first target." After killing them, I went into the shop again and wiped out all the flesh and blood creations inside, hoping that Tianshu’s comrades could clean up the battlefield properly, and it’s safe now.”
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueming handed back the scrapped Jiaolong and Lei Fengheng, whose barrel rifling was almost flat.
"This task is too difficult for me. I cannot properly preserve the lives of the hostages and the cultural heritage. Brother Ye Bei, I want to know how you would deal with this spiritual disaster if it were you."
Ye Bei first reviewed what happened at the scene with Sima Yao and colleagues from Tiantong. He also chatted with several mentally disturbed players, the survivor A Xiang Qian Qian Fei Bo and the passerby sister alone about the situation at that time.
In the end, Brother Ye Bei returned to Xueming's interrogation room, seemingly unable to think of a better way.
He and Xueming said: "If we are not short of money, I will stuff some money and send away the irrelevant people - and then think about how to deal with the monsters in the store."
Xueming said expressionlessly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold it back."
Ye Bei: "It's okay, I understand."
Xueming continued: "For me, Vita Brand is the main reason why Bai Lu is closest to death in his life. Just like the anti-narcotics police saw the drug dealer, the moment I saw the Mad Butterfly freeze-dried powder, I was already mad with rage. And I wanted to catch them off guard with a sudden surge of adrenaline - soldiers need to be quick and they have to be surprised. I had no choice in order to survive."
Ye Bei tried to comfort this little brother: "Okay, I know, I...I know."
"Did I do something wrong? Brother Ye Bei." Xueming held his hands and kept kneading his right arm. The new arm made him feel strange and felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
Ye Bei is not as aggressive as Sir A from Tiantong Department.
He just wanted to comfort Xueming, hoping it would not bring any psychological burden to Xueming, "The dead hostage...don't take it too seriously. It's not your fault."
Jiang Xueming replied: "If you didn't mention this, I would almost forget about him."
The co-investigator from the Tiantong Department just took a sip of water and immediately spit out the tea soup after hearing Xueming's answer.
This kid doesn't seem to have any psychological burden at all. He is so healthy that he doesn't look like a normal person.
On the contrary, Jiang Xueming was troubled: "I hope that I can be provided with a sound, professional and efficient intelligence agent, like Sima Yao, a temporary worker. Not only was she late, but the information she provided was very limited - if the subsequent spiritual disaster files are all That's it. I'm afraid I don't have the ability to continue completing these tasks, Brother Ye Bei."
Sima Yao was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to speak for a while.
At first, she did a poor job in investigating the supernatural disaster about the horror artist, which almost directly led to the embarrassing situation where Xueming immediately drew his gun and started to attack after bringing other players into the store.
Around the Ghost Festival, Ye Bei's intelligence officer Su Xingchen had no time to station in Hengyin City - and Sima Yao, as a top-notch tool, it was not easy to work at the grassroots level. Ye Bei didn't have the nerve to make more requests.
In previous years, there were frequent spiritual disasters, either at the end of winter when it was easy to die, or during the two traditional festivals of the Lunar New Year and the Double Ninth Festival. Generally, there was no intelligence team. The brave men of the armed action team bravely rushed to the first scene of spiritual disasters. .
Jiang Xueming's performance can be said to be very good. He has almost reduced the psychic disaster to the minimum scope. In addition to the renovation of the old building, all the harmful spirits and ghosts inside were eliminated.
Sima Yao said submissively: "I'm sorry...I...I'm not good at doing this."
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xueming seemed to have thought of something, and immediately asked: "Brother Ye Bei, is it... that Tianshu's intelligence agents are very rare, that's why this situation occurs?"
Ye Bei nodded: "Yes..."
Jiang Xueming: "Brother Su Xingchen is your intelligence officer. He has no spiritual vision inspiration. I have been wondering whether Tianshu can't find talents with particularly high inspiration. There shouldn't be many people like Brother Xingchen. After all, he can't even How can we provide effective intelligence to your armed action team if we can’t even see the spirit body?”
Ye Bei sighed: "He is a special case. Generally speaking, Tianshu will not want people who have no inspiration."
"It's amazing..." Jiang Xueming was finally convinced that the Tianshu unit should also be in a state of shortage of talents. Such a special force against spirits, deployed to cover the entire city, requires a huge investment of manpower and material resources, control, statistics, Controlling a spiritual disaster derived from a population of seven million is simply not something a mortal can do.
There is another saying -
——Those who have this ability will look down upon this industry, and those who do not have this ability will not be able to do this industry.
For example, Ao Ruoming, who loves talents as much as his life, is also competing with Tianshu for people in the talent market of the surface world to build its abyss railway.
The horror artist's psychic disaster this time was definitely not like what Brother Chen said [starting from the simplest task]. It was just due to insufficient manpower and negligent review, and finally fished out such a big dead fish.
Thinking of this, Xueming breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the next two tasks shouldn't be that difficult.
Jiang Xueming continued: "I can continue to work. Brother Ye Bei, hurry up. I will get the equipment and continue working."
"I have one request! I only have one request." Ye Bei quickly stopped: "There is actually a prerequisite for us to manage spiritual disasters, which is called the victim theory. Xueming, do you know about this?"
Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "Explain it to me."
Ye Bei said patiently: "Generally speaking, except for the extreme case you encountered today, most of my work is to solve people's problems."
Jiang Xueming: "Resolving problems?"
Ye Bei nodded and continued: "Think about it, this place has been killed by people, or there are so many monsters and spirits born in this place, it is impossible to treat them all in one fell swoop - most of the spirits are victims, and there is only reality. Only losers who have failed completely in life have the opportunity to meet us at work, right?"
Jiang Xueming thought carefully: "That's true."
"I will reason with them." Ye Bei pushed the Wangyou tea in the bag to Xueming: "Invite them to drink tea, let them know the indignation in their hearts, investigate the causes of their deaths, and let them realize their wishes. The spiritual disaster will be solved naturally.”
Jiang Xueming brought canned tea soup: "Is that so?"
"Of course it doesn't include the order you just made!" Ye Bei explained repeatedly, fearing that Xueming would misunderstand something: "Like when you meet the ultimate autistic monster who doesn't make any sense, he will scream for you as soon as he comes up. Of course, you can use spirit-killing bombs to reason with this kind of spirit, but A Ming, we have to take our time."
Jiang Xueming: "Why take your time?"
Ye Bei: "I invite you to drink tea first. This tea has a special power, which is my soul power - it can repair the damage to the spirit body and restore mental strength."
Jiang Xueming: "Oh..."
Ye Bei: "So, you pour tea soup on the spirits, and they will return to their original state after drinking the tea. Whether they are killed by a car, their heads are split open, or they are quartered, they can become calm and calm again. There is no need to suffer the pain of flesh and blood being separated before death - maybe they can regain their sanity, and if there are victims, the injustice can be avenged."
Jiang Xueming: "I understand, is there anything else you want to give me?"
Ye Bei: "Also, let's not always drive a forklift to solve problems."
"Brother Ye Bei, don't worry, I won't do this again. If we can't find other suitable vehicles, it will be really dangerous." Jiang Xueming also looked frightened.
Ye Bei nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, in a small workshop like a horror artist, don't you have throwing objects? Put some tear gas in it, or pour a few buckets of feces and dog blood into it, and then arrange a blower to put it in Send hot air to ensure that the monster inside will reveal its true form immediately."
"I was negligent." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "Brother Chen also told me that he wanted me to carry throwing objects, but I don't understand the specifications of Tianshu's throwing objects, and I have too many ammunition on me. If I want to travel in casual clothes, I need to bring them with me." Not that many things.”
"I won't talk about it anymore. I actually haven't used these things very much." Old Ye Bei blushed and waved his hands: "I mainly rely on my words to solve spiritual disasters, and I can use emotions to explain them and reason. In our job, and Like the district police, they are not special operations forces. Most of the time, they still do the work of the neighborhood committee aunt. If you really want to start a battle, you have to call on the good brothers from other armed operations groups to help and minimize the number of people. casualties."
Jiang Xueming: "Okay. I understand."
Speaking of this, Ye Bei saw Xueming's determined eyes and decided to let this kid try.
Although he certainly didn't know what "I understand" in Xueming's mind meant. Since this guy promised not to use forklifts to solve problems, he must be much gentler.
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Xueming returned to the paper shop, bought a new gun, replenished the ammunition, and immediately started the next task.
Comparing the task introduction of the horror artist, the second task indeed looks much more difficult in written format.
Arriving at the industrial park on Yangliu Road, this was the site of an earlier steel plant. Later, the steel plant became a sunset industry, and the tertiary industry began to use the remaining heat. Otherwise, the old employees of the steel plant would have nowhere to go. It is impossible for a family with tens of thousands of people to be laid off along with the head of the family.
A brief overview of the supernatural disasters in The Horror Artist is just about the recent abnormal phenomenon of students going insane.
The matters described in the second spiritual disaster dossier are more serious.
It was about a homeless man who climbed over the wall to steal scrap iron and steel after the steel plant was shut down, only to find that there were still "people" working in the blast furnace workshop and sintered ore workshop. The homeless man was caught red-handed by the "workers." He received a severe beating.
But here comes the problem.
The factory has been closed down a long time ago. Where did the workers come from?
According to Sima Yao's investigation, factory accidents continued year after year in the early years. Where are there jobs in the heavy industry with zero work-related injuries? Machines are ruthless, especially in units with dozens of tons of weight and thousands of degrees of high temperature as the production environment. It is an out-and-out high-risk industry.
Compared with the battery factory where Xueming worked, people working in the steel factory need stronger nerves and stronger muscles to resist the day and night changes of three shifts, and to survive the nights full of nicotine and static noise. .
So Sima Yao concluded that the people working in the factory were probably the people who died in the furnace, the workshop, the molten iron, or the rotating shaft due to industrial accidents.
The difficulty of ranking this spiritual disaster after The Horror Artist is also due to the actual human injuries caused. The tramp who stole iron is still recovering from his injuries. His nose and toes on his right foot were broken.
Sima Yao drove the car and talked to Xueming while driving.
"I have seen the spirits here, and the information this time is definitely true! Those spirits are not easy to talk to! You should be more careful! I will reason with them, they..."
Jiang Xueming just giggled and didn't reply.
Sima Yao then blushed with embarrassment: "There are more than twenty of them! They actually took off their pants and walked around together! Shamelessly peeing in front of me! They want to drive me away! It's so abominable!"
Jiang Xueming still just giggled, watching the vehicles rush into the familiar factory avenue, and the iron plate of the weighing station was covered with a thick layer of sludge.
All this is so familiar, as if I am as happy as returning home.
Sima Yao: "Hey. Are you listening to me? Why can't you just keep smiling?"
"Hey hey hey hey..." Jiang Xueming smiled brightly and pointed to the weighing station: "The scale reading is broken and it is parked at the fifty-ton load position. Whether it is the gypsum truck in the desulfurization and environmental protection department or the large truck transporting steel - I The pyroxene is glowing, and I can feel it. There must be a dump truck nearby that hasn't left yet."
