Nether Detective

My name is Huang Quan, and I have a special name which is easy to remember. I don't know who gave me this disheartened name, but after I graduated from the Public Security University, I was assigned to a police station not far away from home.

A year later, the Criminal Investigation Division will be upgraded. A year later, the Criminal Investigation Bureau will be upgraded, and my career will be so successful that even I can't believe it.

In these two years, I only did the job of a police officer. I didn't achieve any outstanding results, and I'm not a high-school student. How could my position rise so fast?

The work of the Bureau of Criminal Investigation was so easy, so unimaginably easy, that it was easy to sit in the office every day, read the newspapers, drink tea, chat, and, regardless of attendance, have a comfortable life.

The Bureau is mainly divided into three sections, Internal Affairs, Operations, and Intelligence. I belong to the operation team, but I only appear a few times a year.

The Bureau of Criminal Investigation, to put it bluntly, is an independent branch of the Public Security Department. There aren't any major cases, and we don't usually have to do anything, just doing some mentoring. I don't know what kind of luck I got for such a good job.

I've heard that everyone here has a suit of diamonds, and among them, I seem very small. I don't have any skills, so how could I work in the Bureau?

Monday morning, I was sitting at my desk with my head on the back of a chair, drowsy. The Bureau's alarm rang, and I was all sweaty. An emergency meeting was held, and we all hurried to the conference room on the ground floor.

It wasn't a special day, so we looked at each other. After coming to the Bureau for so long, we had only experienced this kind of scene once. It was even rarer when all the people from the Bureau were here.

The atmosphere of the meeting was very depressing. Basically, all the leaders had shared their views and gone in, there were zombies in Heilongjiang Province, Heilonggang City, Fengtou Village, and there were heavy casualties. Currently, the news had already been sealed, and the local armed forces had already imposed martial law on Fengtou Village.

After that were the photos of the scene. The big screen constantly switched scenes. Most of them were the corpses of the dead or animals. The wounds were all on the neck, and the blood had been sucked dry.

The main purpose of the meeting was to investigate zombies in Heilongjiang, to prevent further developments. Joint action by the Operations Group and the Intelligence Section.

The team leader of the operation team, Dong Seven Chuan, is my direct leader. I suggest that there are no photos of the zombies on the scene and only witnesses will tell the story. We don't know how powerful the zombies are.

The local police reported it to the central government. Apparently, ordinary weapons would not kill zombies, but several leaders on the stage shook their heads at the same time and pointed out that zombies had only appeared twice in the country since the founding of the country. Furthermore, the zombies that appeared this time belonged to the Ming Dynasty.

Dong Seven Chuan stood at attention, frowned, and agreed to the Board's request.

After the meeting ended, I wiped the sweat off my forehead. It had been three years since we last opened, and we've only started eating for three years. I immediately asked Dong Seven Chuan, "Seventh Uncle, don't you want us sheep into your tiger's den? If we don't use force, then what's the joke? "

In the operation team, we all called him Seventh Uncle. Dong Seven Chuan was a little helpless and shook his head. He looked at me thoughtfully and said, "The Criminal Investigation Bureau belongs to a certain leader of the Central Committee. Our task is to carry out the mission and have no right to say no."

After returning to his office, Seventh Uncle made a call. "Hello!" Fatty Lei, cancel your sick leave. The bureau has a task, so you should work with Huang Quan. Right! "I'll be right back."

Fatty Lei, his real name was Tang Lei. He was the Scourge of the Bureau of Criminal Investigation, two years ahead of me, and even the director was wary of him.

When it comes to Fatty Lei, he can be considered a legend. His parents have both died since he was young, and the people close to him are all incredibly unlucky. For example, when he's working at the Bureau, he has to do fire three times a year.

This person was just that evil. He once picked up a wallet and gave it to the owner. That night, the owner's house was robbed.

There was really no other way. For the sake of safety and public property, without a mission, Fatty Lei could take an indefinite break.

No one in the Bureau was willing to come into contact with him. Oddly enough, I was an exception, since I'd joined the Bureau, I'd worked with Fat Lei, and although there had been a lot of bad luck, it hadn't been as bad as everyone else. Everyone in the Bureau said I was a lucky star from the heavens, and only I could get close to Fat Lei and be his friend.

That's right! I was blessed by the heavens to have such a comfortable job, ancestors of virtue, succeeding generations of gospel.

Noon! Everyone in the operation team, gather! Seventh Uncle first informed us to go to the Accounting Office to collect subsidies. This is already a common practice. In addition to the salary, every task outside the Accounting Office must receive subsidies in advance.

The reason is simple. We are doing high-risk work, which basically means we are spending money on housing. But this time, the subsidy cost is a bit beyond imagination.

Fatty Lei and I walked into the accounting room. The accountant gave each of us a passbook. I opened it. Whoa! Four hundred thousand. I know the Bureau isn't short of money, but the subsidy this time is outrageous.

Fatty Lei shook his chubby head, put away his passbook, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Bro, the Bureau's path is very deep. It seems like this is a narrow escape."

I stared at him blankly. 'What kind of joke is this? Just grab a zombie and bring it back with all sorts of bundles. Why is it so heavy?'

Looking at Fat Lei's expression, I think I was overthinking it. He said, "Do you know what a zombie is?"

In my memory, it was when I was a child watching Hong Kong movies. At that time, the zombies were all wearing Qing Dynasty's official uniform, which bounced up and down.

Fatty Lei looked at the passbook in my hand and muttered, "It's not good this time! The number of zombies in the Ming Dynasty is at least five hundred years. "

When we returned to the office, Seventh Uncle was in the middle of distributing the firearms. He had a simple handgun that was even worse than the police's equipment. I held the gun in my hand and asked in astonishment, "Seventh Uncle, we …" Just use this thing to catch zombies? "Isn't this a bit too child's play?"

Seventh Uncle was focused on checking the firearms. After he was done, he put the gun into his pocket and patted my shoulder, "Carrying a gun is not to deal with zombies, but to be vigilant against outlaws. You and Fat Lei can watch from behind this operation."

Hey! These words made me feel a little ashamed. At my prime age, I was supposed to be in a position of authority, but here I was, acting the role of a passerby. I couldn't accept this.

I turned my head to look at Fatty Lei, who was smiling chubby as he looked me in the eye. Since he didn't participate in the operation, it wasn't hard to understand.

After lunch, we flew to the northeast on a special plane. To be fair, the CID's hardware was perfect, and its operations were swift and swift. We had just completed our mission in the morning, and in less than five hours, we were already at the Heilongjiang River in the northeast.

At the entrance of the village, I looked around but didn't see anyone from the intelligence department. I turned and asked Fatty Lei, "Hey! Isn't it supposed to be a joint operation with the intelligence department? "

Fat Lei revealed a puzzled smile and lit up two cigarettes. He handed one to me. Of course it's to gather intelligence. As for the matter of fighting, they're not very efficient, so why would they look at us? "

At the entrance of the village stood an armed police officer with real guns every ten meters, his equipment was countless times stronger than ours. He turned around and looked at the group of people from the operation team, and under Seventh Uncle's command, they all walked towards the village with big strides.

According to the intelligence report from the intelligence department, the villagers and survivors had already been evacuated. Now, they were reduced to a dead village. There was smoke everywhere, and the air was reeking of mildew.

We walked in the village for ten minutes. Not to mention zombies, we didn't even see a wild dog. Seventh Uncle stood still and frowned. He turned around and pointed at Fat Lei. "You go, lure the zombies out."

If he were talking to me, I would definitely be trembling in fear. However, Fatty Lei didn't seem to care. With a helpless look on his face, he shook his head and walked towards the depths of the village.

After waiting for about half an hour, I started to worry about Fatty Lei's safety. I walked to Seventh Uncle's side and whispered, "Seventh Uncle, Fatty Lei's luck is bad. He went there for so long. There shouldn't be any danger!" Should we use any reinforcements? "

Seventh Uncle threw away the cigarette in his hand and stamped on it. "There's no need. Usually, the ones who are unlucky are the people around him. He's far from death!"