75. My Disciple From Ancient Times to Modern Times (4)

Even though his heart was full of alpacas, as a people's policeman who was eager to catch the criminal, Zhang Wei still calmed down and made sure with his parents that Duan Qingen and the others were renting in the village. After staying for a while, I rushed back the same day.

Of course, he didn't directly say that the address was calculated by a Feng Shui master who always believed in science but used superstitious methods. He only said that it was the address calculated by a tenant he met.

The bureau responded immediately, dispatched the population and headed towards the mountains.

The director is also among them.

On the way to Xishan by car, Zhang Wei couldn't help but look at the director's work, thinking about what Duan Qingen said.

The director is not blind. His subordinates keep looking at him. He must be aware that we usually work together and have a good relationship. We usually laugh and go to work and work overtime together. Although we are superiors and subordinates, But they can also talk as equals.

He immediately asked: "Xiao Zhang, why do you always look at me?"

"That, the director..."

Zhang Wei always felt that he felt uncomfortable if he kept this matter secretly in his heart and did not say it out loud. Without mentioning whether Duan Qingen had real materials or not, he learned from others that the director who had always been good to them might be in danger, even though he said no. It would affect his life, but Zhang Wei still felt that it wouldn't work if he didn't tell the director and give him a warning.

But this thing is feudal superstition.

Their director doesn't believe this the most.

Zhang Wei was in a dilemma for a while.

The director looked at the expressions on his subordinate's face, and patted him on the shoulder in a funny way: "If you have anything to do, just tell me, why are you so polite to me?"

His approachable attitude successfully made Zhang Wei make up his mind. Even if he couldn't dodge, he could at least remind him.

Carefully looking at the colleagues around him who didn't seem to notice this, he sat down towards the director and whispered: "Actually, it's like this. I went back to see my parents this time. In addition to getting such a clue Well, actually there was a master who did the math for me for free and said that you are in danger of a bloody disaster."

"I?"

The director really didn't believe it, and cheerfully said: "Xiao Zhang, you haven't done your ideological work well. You are already a policeman. How can you still believe in these feudal superstitions? Look at the liars we caught before. If a liar wants to deceive people, he will tell them about some bloody disaster."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "You can't believe these. They are all meant to scare you and make you pay to avoid disaster."

"Yes, yes, that's what I think too, that is, you see, this master is a little different."

Director; "What's different? Aren't all these masters the same? What kind of gossip, turtle shells, and Tarot are they using? Isn't Tarot popular now? It's a thing for young people."

Young man Zhang Wei: "That's right, Director. As for this master, he also believes in science. He also said that he joined the party, but I think he has some real ability."

"Okay, okay, I don't believe this. I am a policeman. It is normal to have bloody disasters. We policemen are to serve the people. If the people may be harmed, we will first stop it for the people, even if it is true. Even if there is a bloody disaster, I am not afraid. I have protected so many people and I am righteous, so what should I be afraid of?"

As he said that, the director continued: "We policemen may encounter bloody disasters every day. You see, for example, today, we went to arrest this murderer. He was a suspect in 11 major cases. He was killed in a row. He escaped after picking up four children who were coming home from school. Such a person will definitely be very aggressive. If we go to catch him, if we don't control him well, we may be injured by him. We didn't do this when we went to the police academy. Already know?"

"The probability of the police being injured is greater than that of other people. After all, we are facing criminals and thugs. You are a master. He knows your profession. If you just make up a bloody disaster, you will face him one day, so don't believe it. , do your job well, protect the people, and also protect yourself, you know?”

Zhang Wei nodded obediently and said nothing more.

He really wanted to tell the director that the location they were going to was calculated by the master, no, he guessed it. But if he said that, first of all, it would be a question of whether they would go there now, even if it was true. At that place, the director might even say that Duan Qingen knew about this place, or saw the wanted criminal go in with his own eyes.

After thinking about it like this, the group of people arrived at Xishan.

Driving was not allowed on the mountain, so they all got out of the car and carefully observed their surroundings one by one. After the director gave an order, they took the lead and walked to the front.

According to what Zhang Wei said, when he took the last left turn, he saw a cave.

The group of people hid in the trees and quietly looked at the cave above.

"It should be a cave left by previous mining. Later, something happened to the mining here, and the superiors strictly prohibited private mining, so this kind of cave remains."

One of the colleagues whispered his guess to the director, and then asked softly: "Director, shall we go directly?"

"Don't go up rashly. If he hides in the cave, he can drink water or stream water. What can he eat? We have also asked the villagers at the foot of the mountain before. No one has seen him, so he must be looking for food on the spot in the mountain. First Let someone with good skills go up and see if anyone is inside."

Zhang Wei immediately said: "Director, let me go up. I grew up here since I was a child. I am familiar with this kind of place."

"Okay, you go up, be careful, and ensure your safety in case of any unexpected situation."

Zhang Wei nodded and went up.

Just like he said before, he grew up in this kind of mountain since he was a child, and he was very familiar with this kind of place. After climbing up silently, he carefully looked around first.

This kind of cave is very shallow, and you can see the bottom at a glance. Zhang Wei saw that it was pitch black inside and thought there was no one. As a result, he shone a flashlight and was scared to death.

The people below were waiting, and saw Zhang Wei walked in quickly, and then came back quickly, "The prisoner is in the cave, but he seems to have some acute illness and is in a coma."

Three minutes later, the prisoner in the cave was carried out.

He was pale, foaming at the mouth, and his body was twitching. He shouted twice but there was no movement.

One of the colleagues said, "Why does he look like he has epilepsy? Is he having epilepsy?"

"We've called 120. Don't touch him until we figure out what's wrong with him."

After the director finished speaking, he continued to stand aside and watch the prisoner on the ground with vigilance.

Zhang Wei felt a little uncomfortable.

This scumbag killed four children under the age of ten, but they still had to call an ambulance for him.

Just as he was feeling uncomfortable, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a gust of wind blew over him, as if the air had cooled down.

The prisoner on the ground, who was twitching all over, suddenly stiffened, and his bloodshot eyes opened.

The policeman who noticed this immediately stepped forward and held his arm: "Liu Ming, right? You are under arrest. Don't move, don't move!!"

"I'm sorry! Sorry! Don't bother me. I shouldn't kill you. I'm sorry!"

Liu Ming showed no sign of escaping. He just kept rolling and struggling on the ground, making sharp begging sounds: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!! Don't come over, please don't come over, I was wrong!!"

In broad daylight, several policemen present were sweating coldly because of his words.

"Didn't the previous information say that this person committed the crime very calmly? He should be a person with meticulous thinking and not panicking when encountering things? Why is he like this now?"

"Didn't he kill a few children? Are those children..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, I have goose bumps all over my body."

As they were talking, the prisoner who was struggling on the ground threw out a knife while rolling on the ground, rolled on the ground a few times, and rolled to the bottom of the slope.

The director looked down and saw dark red blood on it. "Is this the murder weapon?"

Someone also looked over and said, "It should be. The identification report said that the children were stabbed more than ten times with a weapon similar to a dagger and died of excessive blood loss. No similar murder weapon was found nearby at the time."

"Then I'll go down and get it. Give me a glove."

"Director, I'll go down."

The director waved his hand; "It's okay. I'm not that old yet."

The slope was not high, and there was no way to walk down directly. He simply jumped down, put on gloves and picked up the bloody knife.

As soon as he picked it up, the wind around him seemed to be even colder.

The white clouds in the sky seemed to gradually darken, and the leaves on the trees were rustling in the wind.

The director didn't notice it and was carefully putting the knife into the evidence bag. Just when he was about to raise his head to climb back, he looked up and saw not the small slope and the cave above.

But a long street.

There were children's clear little voices around, both boys and girls: "Hahahahahaha..."

"Hehehehe..."

They seemed to be laughing happily, but also seemed to be crying.

The director turned his head around blankly, his mind quickly became confused, groggy, and he felt like he was dreaming.

By the way, where was he? Was he sleeping?

Why did he come to this street?

Suddenly he felt his hand being touched, his body trembled, and he immediately turned his head back quickly.

Behind him, there were four children standing.

They were wearing school uniforms, carrying schoolbags, and their bodies were covered with blood. Four pairs of eyes were staring at the knife in the director's hand.

"It hurts so much..."

Repeating this sentence, the four children slowly walked towards the director, and the closer they got, the blood in their eyes became heavier.

Director: "?"

He didn't care to wonder why he didn't remember how he got here, he threw away the knife in his hand and gathered the four children in his arms.

He squatted down and checked the injuries on the four children, and asked them quickly and skillfully:

"What happened? Where are your parents? Who beat you? Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman. Who made you like this? Is that person here? Does it hurt? Tell me."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Did your parents tell you? If you are in danger, find the police uncle. I will call 120 for you first, okay? Do you remember your parents' phone numbers? I will call them, okay?"

The expressions on the faces of the four children with resentment in their eyes paused.

In the warm arms of this police grandfather, the blood in their eyes faded and they cried out.