"Officer Shen, do you want to smoke?"
When the crowd dispersed, the embarrassed criminal police captain Zhang Wenbin handed over a cigarette in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
God knows how embarrassing this situation is. There are dozens of people, dozens of guns, eight vehicles, and two snipers. In the end, they only hit one of their own people.
At least nothing happened. If something happened, I wouldn't know how to explain it.
"If I don't smoke, can I leave? Officer Zhang?" Shen Lin asked.
The police force is naturally no better than flight attendants. When they saw Shen Lin's police officer ID, they immediately confirmed Shen Lin's identity.
The documents and seals of special national institutions are extremely special and are basically impossible to forge. In other words, those who have the technology to forge these things are basically national-level forces or plutocrats.
No matter what it is, after all, it’s just something you can’t afford to offend.
After Zhang Wenbin saw the ID, he immediately dismissed the criminal police team and evacuated the crowd.
The large-scale deployment of the criminal police team turned out to be an own incident, which made Zhang Wenbin, a veteran policeman for more than ten years, unable to help but blush.
"Okay, okay, no problem, no problem, isn't this a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple?" Zhang Wenbin laughed awkwardly, stuffed the cigarette in his hand back into the box, and couldn't help but cough a few times.
"Otherwise, Officer Shen, you just got off the plane and your business trip must have just ended. I also happened to make an own mistake. I treat you to dinner. On the one hand, I can catch you up, and on the other hand, I can accompany you. I hope Please do not mind that."
This is not flattery, as detectives basically have their heads stuck in their waistbands, and all they think about every day is how to blow the robber's head off, so it's not like you're flattering about this kind of thing.
The main reason was that Zhang Wenbin guessed something after seeing Shen Lin's special mechanism. He expected that he would not see him again without looking up, so it was better not to make this relationship too awkward.
"No, I have something else to do. If nothing else, I'll leave first." Shen Lin said.
Since a few months ago, he has never touched the ground. He has spent more time in Dajing City than the mayor of Daxia City. Moreover, now is not the time for idleness. Shen Lin has never forgotten his purpose of returning to Daxia City. No matter what, I have to go to Anhe Community first. Let’s discuss whether there are any clues.
From Song Wan to the ghost staircase to that weird phone call, there must be something else hidden in Anhe Community.
Zhang Wenbin smiled awkwardly and immediately waved.
"No problem. Otherwise, if no one picks you up here, just tell me where you want to go and I'll take you there."
Shen Lin glanced at him and nodded.
It just so happened that he came in a hurry, so Chen Zuo couldn't make a big deal about this kind of thing. Due to the recovery of Li Gui, Guiyu Huahong couldn't use it. He originally planned to get off the plane and take a taxi, but now someone came to pick him up in the car. Naturally, he willing.
"Okay, I'll drive. Officer Shen, please wait a moment." Seeing Shen Lin agree, Zhang Wenbin shouted to drive.
The airport runway has strict driving regulations and driving routes. It is almost impossible for a vehicle like this to enter. It would have to be the criminal police team or the police car, otherwise it would not be parking at the airport.
He casually shouted to several police officers to give up a car and turned off the police lights. Zhang Wenbin drove to Shen Lin and picked up the man. They made a skillful start and drove away.
"Officer Shen, where are you going?"
"Anhe Community." Shen Lin responded.
"Huh?" Zhang Wenbin stared. If his memory is correct, a major incident occurred in Anhe Community three months ago. Nearly 10,000 households were emptied out under a death order from above, and it is still under lockdown.
Thinking of the special department on Shen Lin's ID, Zhang Wenbin rationally chose not to ask.
The two of them fell into silence for the rest of the journey.
As one of the largest communities in Daxia City, Anhe Community is located in a prime location in the city center. It takes more than half an hour to drive from the airport in the suburbs of Daxia City to the destination, even if there are many factors such as traffic jams and traffic lights.
Forty minutes later, when Shen Lin once again stood in front of his familiar home, he felt as if he was in another world.
Three months ago, everything started here for him, and three months later, he returned to this place again.
Fate is truly amazing.
As a relatively prosperous commercial street in Daxia City, the location of Anhe Community is much deserted compared to the surrounding streets. Various blockades are densely erected here. The officials used certain means to weld the entrance and exit gates shut, and ordered no one to enter. In and out.
After the Ghost Mother incident, the remaining residents of the community have been relocated and received certain compensation. In this regard, the official management has been extremely good.
Many survivors chose to stay away from the city. The horror made them tremble from the depths of their souls. They were afraid and never wanted to recall the nightmarish incident.
Thinking of this, Shen Lin shook his head with a rare wry smile.
This is the sorrow of ordinary people. The recovery of evil ghosts never depends on the location. It is the same wherever you go in the world today.
Sometimes when you encounter something, it's something you encounter, and you have to accept your fate.
"I'll go in and take a look, you stay outside." Shen Lin said.
Zhang Wenbin nodded obediently. The old detective's instinct for danger made him smell something here, and he did not choose to show off his authority.
Like his soul sinking into a wall, Shen Lin sank into the tightly sealed iron gate and once again got a glimpse of the Anhe community.
It was desolate and dead, with weeds even growing in some areas, and the flowers growing wildly out of shape due to lack of care. Everything here presented a dilapidated scene.
Chen Zuo obviously did a great job in finishing the scene. The originally terrifying community no longer has any corpses or large-scale blood stains. Everything here seems to have been cleaned, and no traces of the original horror can be seen.
Entering through the welded blockade gate, Shen Lin headed toward the northeast in a familiar manner.
There is a trail there that leads directly to the neighborhood committee, which is the destination of his trip.
It was already the afternoon when we left Dajing City. After more than two hours of flight, there was another incident involving gunmen. It was close to evening.
The Anhe Community under the sunset seemed no different from usual. Everywhere here gave Shen Lin a familiar feeling.
In the pavilion over there, if there hadn't been the ghost mother incident, a few old men would be cursing and playing chess now.
In the community square over there, if there had been no incident, the aunts would have already installed speakers and started dancing in the square.
Even Shen Lin himself, if not for all of this, would be wandering in the network with Li Meng, fighting in some game.
"Can not go back."
It seems to be speaking to oneself, and it seems to be speaking to the world.
Anhe community is very large. It is a long way from the gate to the neighborhood committee. Shen Lin found a bicycle in the middle of the road and left it aside for three months. The chain was rusty, but fortunately he could barely ride it.
Ten minutes later, when Shen Lin stood at the site of the ghost mother incident, his eyes gradually deepened.
As the sun set, he stepped into the dark building.
The first time I saw that dark phone was in the meeting room of the neighborhood committee.
The auditorium where a group of them were listening to Zhang Ming's lecture at the time of the incident was on the third floor, and the conference room was in the southwest corner of the fifth floor.
The lighting system here was damaged. Shen Lin tried several times without turning on the lights, so he simply moved forward in silence.
Darkness can always bring people a depressing, lifeless environment. Everything in the darkness, and Shen Lin would step on some weird things from time to time and make noises, making everything very creepy.
Going straight to the fifth floor and arriving at the door of the destination conference room, Shen Lin stopped.
There was no one in the dark environment. There was only one person trying to peek into the darkness. The atmosphere was depressing. Shen Lin slowly reached out and pushed open the door in front of him.
The conference room was still dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.
The opening of the door after three months made a lot of noise in this lonely environment. The lingering sound lingered for a long time, like the song of a siren, making people's hearts beat faster.
Inside the house, dust was flying. Shen Lin took a few steps slowly and looked at everything inside in the darkness.
Everything was as usual, with no big deviation from what he remembered, except...
That dark phone!
Shen Lin put his eyes on the table, but didn't see anything. The weird phone disappeared.
This is also to be expected.
In the pitch-black darkness, a person with one pair of eyes was looking at everything around him.
"Squeak~"
A strange wind came from nowhere, causing the open door to sway slightly.
Shen Lin frowned. Everything here seemed to be nothing special. Except for the disappearance of the phone, everything was as usual.
Was it a mistake to imagine that Song Wan would leave some clues before losing control?
"Squeak~~~"
"boom!"
There was another strange gust of wind, and the door slammed shut. This sound was harsh in the lonely environment. Shen Lin looked over immediately.
What's this?
There seemed to be something behind the door.
After a burst of dust passed by, Shen Lin planned to see more clearly.
It seemed to be densely packed handwriting, uneven and of different sizes. It could be seen that the owner of the handwriting was almost crazy when writing these things.
Words in blood! The dried blood words match this lonely darkness perfectly.
"Help! Help! Help!"
At the beginning, there were a few huge words saying "Help," with some dents in the center.
Being able to carve out such a dent in the security door allowed Shen Lin to experience firsthand the despair and hysteria of the owner of the handwriting in a terrifying situation.
"Shen Lin! Shen Lin! Shen Lin!"
After the rescue, there was Shen Lin's name. The way the name was written became more messy as it went to the back. Shen Lin could even feel a sense of hatred and harshness in the handwriting.
"Shen Lin!"
The last name was covered with a big X, and the bloody cross mark seemed to really kill Shen Lin.
what is this? Psychological deformity due to terror and despair, or the control of evil spirits?
Shen Lin narrowed his eyes. Everything was possible. The longer an ordinary person stayed in this kind of terror, the more completely he would collapse. It was natural for him to turn to hate Shen Lin, who had given her a bad check.
Looking down, Shen Lin's pupils narrowed after seeing the handwriting.
"Chang'an! Chang'an! Chang'an!"
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