Zhou Lin

November 27, 9:10 am, Che Wuchen’s residence.

As a native of Linyi, Che Wuchen naturally has a home here, or rather... had a home.

The reason why a home is a home is because of the existence of family members, but Che Wuchen no longer has any family members in this world, so this place is just a "residence" now.

Beep-beep-

When the doorbell rang, Che Wuchen happened to be lifting dumbbells in the living room.

He put down his equipment, walked to the door in a few steps, looked out through the peephole, and then opened the door.

"We meet again, Agent Che." Outside the door, there was a smiling Scram in a suit and tie.

"Good morning, Lieutenant." Che Wuchen's attitude was still so lukewarm, so calm that no one could see any emotion.

Because Che Wuchen had promised to assist Scram's investigation at any time yesterday, the two of them said almost no nonsense; after saying hello, they went straight to the topic and set off together.

Twenty minutes later, the two drove to the Sunshine Youth Behavior Correction Center in the suburbs.

At this time, a yellow line had been drawn outside the gate of the building, and police officers were stationed at the four walls. On the street opposite the gate, a number of interview vehicles with ticket stickers were parked, and dozens of police officers were parked on the street. Reporters and photographers from various media were like a group of illegal workers squatting on the roadside, silently waiting in the cold wind for work that would come at some unknown time.

The arrival of Scram and Che Wuchen undoubtedly made these reporters very excited, but their rush forward was blocked by the human wall pulled up by the police.

"Please stay. Are you people related to the case?"

"Who are you? Which department are you investigators from?"

"Can you please express your opinion on this case?"

Even though they were blocked, the reporters still stood on tiptoes, stretched out their wireless microphones, and shouted questions; the photographers also carried long guns and short cannons, and greeted them with flashes of lights.

However, both Scram and Che Wuchen were used to seeing big scenes and would not react to this kind of battle. They just regarded the reporters as nothing and walked into the case minding their own business. Discovery scene.

"In a sense, your unexpected intervention this time has saved at least one person." On the short road leading to the main entrance on the first floor, Scram suddenly said to Che Wuchen in a conversational tone.

"Who?" When Che Wuchen asked this question, he was also thinking about the answer.

"Heh..." Scram smiled, "Of course it's Officer Zhang."

Che Wuchen understood what he said as soon as he heard it.

The evening before yesterday, if the "inspector" Che Wuchen hadn't commandeered Officer Zhang's motorcycle and gun, rushed to the scene immediately, and dealt with it first-hand...then Officer Zhang would have followed his past experience and taken his time. The land came.

If things develop like this, the media will definitely use the time difference between the time of reporting the crime and the time when the police arrived at the scene to make a big fuss; after all, this kind of social news that "easily arouses taxpayer dissatisfaction" can easily become a hot topic.

Finally, in order to quell the public’s anger, the authorities must nominate someone to take the blame; needless to say, this person is Lao Zhang...

In this world where information is highly developed and past records and photos can be found everywhere, unless you reach a certain level and can encrypt your personal information, otherwise... once something happens, not only your career, but also your future life will be affected. I'm afraid they're all going to die.

However, due to the intervention of Che Wuchen, a senior FCPS agent, most of the details about this case have become "secret" from the public; the police can use this as an excuse to not disclose any information to the public.

Even if the media fabricates something in order to attract attention and successfully arouses public outrage, this hot potato can be dumped on the FCPS... At least local officials in Linyi do not have to worry about how their careers will be affected.

"Maybe." After a few seconds, Che Wuchen responded, "But it can't be said to be my credit, because I subjectively never thought about helping him; I just couldn't stand it out of professional habits and personal philosophy. After receiving the call for help from the public, a police officer acted as if it had nothing to do with him and took action, so he took action. Unexpectedly, he actually ran into a major case... I can only say that it was Zhang Good luck to the officer.”

"Ha... you are indeed an elite." Scram laughed when he heard this, "Both the sense of responsibility and execution ability... are just different from the grassroots staff who copy tickets."

"Two different things." Che Wuchen said, "This has nothing to do with class. It's just that in a certain incident, the personal differences between him and me were reflected in the results. We can also look at it from another angle... If this happens again It was just a 'false police report', so the result would be that I was meddling in other people's affairs and making a fuss out of a molehill, right?"

While the two were talking, they had passed through the electronic door and entered the corridor on the first floor.

At this time, all the "bodies" in the corridor had been disposed of; thirty-one heads were carried away in thirty-one empty body bags, and thirty-one barrels of "corpse brine" were also taken away. They were labeled separately and transported to the autopsy room along with the matching heads.

Fortunately, in this era, there are already very advanced portable liquid suction equipment, otherwise the police may have to use mops and rags to successfully collect the "bodies" on the ground.

In short, the filth in the corridor has been basically cleared away, and all that is left is the chalk line marking the location of the body; this line at the crime scene...if someone who doesn't know the situation looks at it, it will definitely be very confusing. At ordinary crime scenes, the lines draw the outline of a person lying on the ground, but here, large circles with irregular edges are drawn on the ground. Those who didn't know better thought that the dead person was a large slime. .

"More than 150 patients and Professor Tang himself are missing. The police have launched a search throughout the city... You may have heard this from the news. Let's talk about something that was not reported in the news..." Scram While leading Che Wuchen inside, he said, "The identities of the deceased were all identified the night before yesterday; thirty-one people, regardless of gender, are all dormitory supervisors here... Oh, that's fine too. They are called 'teachers' and 'doctors'..." He paused, glanced at Che Wuchen, and then said, "Huh...it sounds a bit confusing, right? Just explain it briefly and you will understand..." He Then he explained, "In this center, 'position' and 'title' actually have no meaning. Whether it is 'doctor' or 'teacher', it is mainly to deal with the outside world and facilitate management; in my case, I am a patient." Judging from the information obtained from the family members... this place is more like a miniature kingdom than a treatment facility. The people in the kingdom can be simply divided into three types: the 'king', the 'king's lackeys' and the 'untouchables'. "

"You don't need to tell me this. I have seen reports about this center in the media a long time ago." Che Wuchen said, "Although it is all whitewashed propaganda, the essence is what is going on. It has a little bit of intelligence. Everyone can see it.”

"Okay, then I won't tell you more about the science. Let's talk about the case..." Scram shrugged noncommittally and continued, "In addition to the thirty-one dormitory masters, there are five people working in the canteen. , one of whom is the boss in charge of the contracting, and the other four are the chef and the helper.

"After the incident, the police quickly found and controlled four people except the boss. After questioning, they learned that the day before the incident, the boss suddenly gave the four employees a day off with pay for unknown reasons... Of course... , they didn’t ask too much; it was originally a free holiday, but if they asked too much, the boss would reply, ‘Why do you ask so many questions? It’s not a good idea to let you rest, right? Then you’d better come tomorrow’… wouldn’t it? Are you trapped in a cocoon?"

"Then where is the boss?" Che Wuchen was not very interested in the second half of Scram's words. He interrupted and asked before the other party took the topic further and further.

"Well..." At this moment, Scram's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Che Wuchen slyly, "You're on to the point..." He paused for half a second, and then answered in a mysterious tone. Said, "According to the chefs and helpers, the boss's name is 'Zhang San', yes... Zhang San's Zhang, Zhang San's three. We found Zhang San's' in the files of the correction center. The address of the contracting company, but when we got there, we found that the address was fake; the mobile phone number he left was already empty when we called... Following the clues of the number registration, it was also a dead end.

"As for his residence... no one knows, and no one can take his photo; his employees all said that they were directly approached and hired by him at the entrance of the employment agency, and they briefly chatted and exchanged names. After giving me my mobile phone number, I was dragged to work the next day.”

"Where are the surveillance videos?" Che Wuchen responded quickly, and he immediately proposed a possible breakthrough point, "All public areas of this center are monitored, including the canteen, and... there are also surveillance cameras on nearby streets. Video, he goes to and from work every day, there will always be times when he is photographed, he just needs to ask his employees to identify..."

"The police have already done this." Scram replied before he could finish his words, "We have indeed determined Zhang San's appearance from the surveillance video, and through facial recognition program search, listed We collected the data of all citizens whose faces were similar to this one...but after comparison, we found that he was not in the database at all."

"So..." Che Wuchen said thoughtfully.

"Yes, that is a 'fake face'." Scram said, "At least in the federal database, there is no such person; as for whether his name is 'Zhang San'... that is no longer the case. It’s important, let’s just call it that.”

"Is there a person without an 'identity'..." Che Wuchen said, "That makes sense..." He thought thoughtfully, "If this 'Zhang San' is a member of the 'resistance organization' , then it’s not surprising that he is an ‘ability user’, right?”

"Yes." Scram replied, "At this stage, this person is the biggest suspect in this case. Therefore, the police task force also uses him as the primary target to allocate resources for investigation."

At this point in their conversation, they have reached the fifth floor.

Along the way, they have not stopped on other floors, and the electronic doors along the way have been adjusted to a state that can be opened freely.

Scram took Che Wuchen directly to the control room on the fifth floor and stood in front of the operating console.

"Then... Next, let's talk about surveillance." When Scram said this, he looked at Che Wuchen with suspicion.

"Just say what you want to say." Che Wuchen said.

"Okay." Scram really said it bluntly, "I suspect you." He paused for two seconds, "I suspect you are an accomplice in this case."

"How do you say this?" Che Wuchen was accused face to face, but he remained calm as ever.

"On the night of the 25th, when the first police officers arrived at the door of this building, it was 19:32, and you were already waiting at the door." Scram said, "According to your testimony, you After arriving at the scene, they immediately launched a search and called the police at 19:25 using the phone in the control room on the fifth floor. After calling the police, they immediately returned to the gate of the building and waited for the arrival of the police... So far, you have no objections, right?"

"No." Che Wuchen replied.

"Okay." Scram continued, "You also said that during the entire search, except for the door panel of the toilet cubicle and the phone in the monitoring room, you did not touch anything on site... right? "

After saying these words, Che Wuchen...actually hesitated.

"No." Che Wuchen said, "I also touched..." He said, motioning to the console behind Scram with his eyes, "...that console."

"What?" Scram's expression and tone became cold and aggressive, "Are you retracting your confession now?"

"No." Che Wuchen denied again, "This is not a confession, and there is no need for me to provide any so-called 'oral confession' to anyone other than my superior." He paused, "This... I only want to You speak alone." He turned his head slightly and looked at the monitoring station, "The night before yesterday, before I called the police, I checked the surveillance video, and I did it with gloves on so as not to leave fingerprints."

"Why didn't you tell the police about this?" Scram asked.

"Because this is not in line with the investigation procedures, if I told the police... my behavior would leave a written record, give people a handle, and bring unnecessary trouble to FCPS." Che Wuchen still looked very worried. He was calm and didn't feel pressed at all. On the contrary, the other party looked more anxious than him.

"Oh? At this point...do you care about such things as 'procedures'?" Scram sneered, "As far as a person on leave who suddenly requisitions police equipment on the street..."

"Requisitioning a police officer's gun and car to discover the scene of a major case is a meritorious service." Che Wuchen interrupted the other party and said, "After arriving at the scene, he did not strictly follow the regulations. This is to leave a clue." He paced. After two steps, "This has nothing to do with whether I care about the 'procedure' or not. I have said it before...the correctness of the attitude sometimes depends on the result."

There was no logical flaw in his response, and Scram knew this, so the latter quickly put on a fake smile: "Heh...then, can I ask, are you at the console?" Have you done anything before...?"

"Didn't I say, I checked the surveillance video." Che Wuchen replied, "And the purpose... is naturally to find out what happened here." He breathed out from his nostrils, "As a result, and As you all know, all the videos after midnight on the 25th have been cleared; like the police... I have not seen the videos of that day." He paused and added, "Therefore, I just There is no need to go out of my way to report to the police what I saw on the video.”

"Then how do you prove..." Scram asked again, "You only 'watched' the video instead of 'deleting' the video?" He licked his lips and continued, "If you are an accomplice of the murderer , you can agree in advance to have the murderer call the police at a designated time, and you... at that time, lock in a police officer closest to the crime scene, and use your identity as an inspector to intercept his mission, And he was the first to rush to the scene, check whether his accomplices had left any clues, cover them up, and finally go upstairs to delete the video and leisurely call the police again..."

"With all due respect, your reasoning ability is a bit poor, Lieutenant." When faced with this accusation, Che Wuchen replied in a comment-like tone, "First of all, if I am an accomplice and my task is From a criminal investigation perspective, if I help my accomplices check whether there is any evidence left at the scene... why should I come to the scene as a 'mission to intercept a police officer'? Can't I just come to the scene directly and help him get it done? This is Linyi This is a suburb, not Zurich. I can count all the cameras on the street... Is it difficult for me to avoid all street surveillance and enter this building with my ability?"

"This..." Scram was speechless.

"Secondly, if I was an accomplice in this case and was responsible for the 'aftermath' work, I wouldn't have been able to let my accomplices use such a conspicuous killing method from the beginning, right? And... why would I have asked my accomplices to call the police?" Che said Wuchen's rebuttal hit the mark every word, "If you make it like this, it will definitely attract people from EAS, right? Of course, you can also say that bringing EAS into the bureau is also part of my plan; the problem is …What exactly is my plan?”

Che Wuchen shook his head: "This leads to the third point, which is also the core flaw in your reasoning...motivation." He paused for half a second, "You have been talking for a long time. These actions of mine are obvious according to conventional logic. It's untenable unless you give a specific motive to make up for it... However, you can't tell this motive because..." He took two steps forward and looked directly into the other person's eyes at close range. , "I was originally innocent."

At this time, Scram's expression was a little awkward, because he was indeed not very good at reasoning; in the EAS Asia branch, he was considered a typical "fighter", compared to the elite agent of FCPS in front of him. , playing criminal investigation and logical deduction... it was too bullying for him.

In fact, Scram's reason for doubting Che Wuchen didn't even feel reliable to him - it was just intuition.

He just felt that this FCPS guy was too calm, and the process of his involvement in the case also contained too many coincidences, which made him feel fishy, ​​but in what way... He couldn't figure it out; the reasoning just now , he also said it "in a flash of inspiration", but in less than a minute, he was completely overturned by Che Wuchen, and his reasoning was reasonable and well-founded.

Just as the lieutenant was thinking about how to step down, a burst of fast footsteps came.

"Sir." A police officer appeared in time and rescued him. "The matter you asked us to investigate has come to fruition."

"Huh? Oh..." Scram hurried up and asked, "How is it?"

"Uh..." The police officer looked at Che Wuchen next to him and looked like he was hesitating to speak.

"Do you want me to step aside?" Che Wuchen immediately understood that the matter investigated by the other party was related to him, but he did not want to embarrass the police officer, so he said this.

"No need." Scram immediately replied, then turned to the police officer and said, "It's okay, just say whatever you want."

"Yes," the police officer said, "Dr. Cui said that the psychological evaluation of Mr. Che ended around 5:40..."

"Oh?" Scram seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and glanced at Che Wuchen maliciously, "This is strange..." He pretended to be talking to himself, "Che Wuchen When the detective met Officer Zhang downstairs of the clinic, it was 6:22, right? Could it be that during the intervening forty minutes... you were squatting nearby, waiting for your car to exceed the parking meter time, and then you were Do people issue fines?”

"Uh...sir." Hearing this, the police officer added, "I haven't finished yet... Dr. Cui said that the psychological evaluation ended at 5:40, but Mr. Che left at 6:00." It was around 20:00; oh, in addition...she also specifically reminded us that the clock in her clinic was set ten minutes ahead, so Mr. Che might have thought that he left around 6:30."

"What?" Scram asked, "Then what was he doing in the clinic these forty minutes?"

"Doctor Cui..." Before the police officer could reply, Che Wuchen said, "In addition to being a psychiatrist, she is also a single, very open-minded woman of similar age to me. ..." He looked at Scram, "I don't know if this information is enough for you to deduce the forty minutes of blank time... Or do you need me to be more specific?"