"Captain Zhang, what exactly are you investigating? Is it a wrongful case? I can help you investigate it in detail."
The young policeman seemed very positive.
"Xiao Liu, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. You have to go to work tomorrow." Zhang Yanfeng said.
This matter originated from a dream of his. It was impossible for him to let more people know about it. To be honest, it would not have a good influence.
"It's okay, Captain Zhang, I'm not tired, I can..."
"You are tired." Zhang Yanfeng reminded.
"Oh, um, okay, I'm tired. Let's do this, Captain Zhang. I'm leaving first."
The young policeman took his notebook and left.
Zhou Ze sat beside him and lit a cigarette silently. Really, he seemed to see himself in his previous life in Zhang Yanfeng. Doctor Lin loved him back then, but he felt nothing. He treated his subordinates in the same way.
For some unknown reason, Zhou Ze asked, "Is Officer Zhang still single?"
Zhang Yanfeng nodded.
Oh,
Really like.
Let's get back to the topic. Zhang Yanfeng looked serious and tapped the table lightly, saying:
"In fact, based on that picture, I instinctively felt that it looked familiar, and it had a lot of similarities to some movies, TV shows and literary works."
"I know what you mean. Chains and prison uniforms. Walking forward step by step in the narrow corridor, surrounded by other cells, everyone is watching this with numb or angry eyes.
If someone takes out their phone and plays "Tears Behind Bars" at this time, it will be more in line with the atmosphere."
"You think so, too?"
Zhang Yanfeng's expression was still serious, but underneath this seriousness, there was a kind of embarrassment and discomfort. Having been a policeman for most of his life, he always felt it was very strange and full of a sense of incongruity to discuss such weird things with a person who was previously a suspect in his eyes.
In fact, Police Officer Zhang has a very strong psychological quality. Ordinary people would probably be scared out of their wits if they experienced this kind of thing for the first time, but he was able to force himself to remain calm.
"If they are heroes or martyrs from the past, for example, they are escorted to the execution ground to be executed, this logic does make sense. We often see them in movies, TV shows and novels, and those martyrs are indeed worthy of admiration."
Zhou Ze slowed down, exhaled a puff of smoke, then pointed to his feet and said:
"But the spirit of the martyred dead is so idle that he wants to put chains on your and my feet
Is this a souvenir gift
Or is it the encouragement of love
And I am a good person, and you are also a good person. Okay, my description is a bit childish, but we can only infer according to this logic now.
On the premise that we are all good people, why do the heroic spirits of martyrs put shackles on us
It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense.
It's not like we're going to a scenic spot or a temple, and the locals are forcing you to buy some souvenirs. I'll put it on you without saying anything."
Zhang Yanfeng nodded. It was indeed a bit beyond the professional scope for an old criminal policeman to analyze the thinking of ghosts, but in fact, humans and ghosts have the same thinking pattern.
If they are really the souls of martyrs, they shouldn't be so boring, right
Giving blessings should not mean giving chains.
Zhang Yanfeng's phone rang again. He answered it. After a while, he said to Zhou Ze:
"The site of our police station was a hospital before. It had been a hospital since the Republic of China. It was abandoned for a period of time after liberation and used as a tube-shaped building to resettle residents. Later, it was converted into a police station. It was demolished and rebuilt again ten years ago. There is no evidence that it was used as a prison."
Zhou Ze fell into deep thought. Generally speaking, ghosts and obsessions must be located at their original positions. For example, if a person dies unjustly in a place, if a ghost is created, it will definitely be active at this point.
Moreover, both Zhou Ze and Officer Zhang were chained in this police station, which also indirectly proves that the original triggering point of the incident was in this police station.
"Never been to a prison?" Zhou Ze was a little confused. The situation in Zhang Yanfeng's dream had been described very clearly. At that time, that place should indeed have been a prison.
"I'll go back and investigate it more carefully. You know, this kind of information is not available on the Internet. I have to look through the archives."
Zhang Yanfeng picked up his cell phone and the cigarette on the table and said goodbye and left. When he walked out of the cafe, he looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't dare to think too much about what happened today, nor did he want to think too much about it, even including Zhou Ze.
But this matter still needs to be dealt with. After all, this chain has appeared intermittently in his dreams for more than 20 years, and he can't give up this opportunity because of some mental obsession.
Turning around and taking a look at Zhou Ze who was still sitting in the cafe, Zhang Yanfeng shook his head. He suddenly felt that the person inside was very scary. Yes, very scary.
This is no longer the look of a policeman looking at a suspect, but the look of the person outside the door looking at the person inside the door. The lives of the two people and the surrounding scenery may really be very different.
Zhang Yanfeng wasn't sure if he would be able to get out of the door once he went deeper inside.
Shaking his head, he walked towards the police station.
Zhou Ze took a taxi and returned to the bookstore half an hour later.
The bookstore is closed today. It is closed during the day and at night. Something happened to the boss and the employees are worried about him and have no intention of working.
This feeling,
It’s like when a middle school student says that the motherland has not yet been unified and I really can’t concentrate on reading.
They explained it this way:
However:
The Taoist priest was doing a live broadcast, and the monkey was holding his phone for him, and he kept thanking the boss for the plane and rocket!
Xu Qinglang was lying behind the bar, with a facial mask on his face, listening to songs and humming comfortably.
Bai Yingying is playing PUBG upstairs. She recently bought a Kakao account. It is said that she doesn’t have any cheats and is having a great time playing.
Even Deadpool, who had been sitting at the bottom of the building, returned to his room and continued sitting there.
Looking at his employees, Boss Zhou seemed a little bored. He hadn't slept for two days, so he went straight to the second floor, returned to his bedroom, and lay down on the bed.
The thought of having a rusty chain wrapped around his feet made him feel very uncomfortable and uneasy, and he kept tossing left and right.
Bai Yingying tactfully ended the game and lay down on the bed, letting Zhou Ze rest his head on her thighs.
Then she began to massage Zhou Ze's head gently.
Zhou Ze finally felt sleepy, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
… … …
Tick-tock…
Tick-tock…
Tick-tock…
This is the sound of water.
Very crisp.
It's also very empty.
Zhou Ze opened his eyes and found himself lying on the water. There was a familiar pool of water, a familiar road in the distance, and on the road, there were densely packed ghosts walking on tiptoe.
Back here again
Haven't had a dream in a long time
Especially after having Bai Yingying to sleep with me, my sleep quality is indeed much better than before.
Zhou Ze subconsciously glanced down at the pool. Whenever he revisited the old place, he always wanted to see if that old enemy was still there.
The water in the pool was very clear, the kind of crystal clear that you could see through to the bottom without any exaggeration. At a glance, there was no trace of the Faceless Woman's existence.
It seems that she really died in Chengdu.
Zhou Ze let out a long sigh.
But at this moment, he saw his shadow behind him in the reflection of the pool. He immediately turned around, only to find that less than a meter behind him was standing a woman, a woman whose face was completely covered by her hair.
"You're not dead?"
Zhou Ze asked with some confusion.
The woman didn't answer, but continued to stand there.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Ze asked.
The woman slowly raised her head. Although her eyes were hidden under her thick hair, Zhou Ze could feel that she was staring at him:
"I should ask you this sentence... where are you going?"
“Gulp… Gulp…”
Zhou Ze only felt that the pool of water under him, which was originally as solid as ice, suddenly surged down, and he fell into the pool.
For a time,
A overwhelming feeling of suffocation came over him, as if countless hands were desperately covering his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, making him lose all perception of the outside world.
The only impression I had was the other party's final question that lingered in my ears.
“Huh…”
Zhou Ze sat up subconsciously. Was he awake from his dream
Maybe it’s because I’m a “ghost”, so I always dream about hell, but who was the woman dressed like the Faceless Woman before
Judging from the other person's voice, it doesn't seem to be the Faceless Woman.
Zhou Ze didn't know the details of what happened in Rongcheng that day. The little girl regarded that day as a taboo and she didn't want to say more. Zhou Ze also tried to ask her, but the little girl's reaction at that time was that even if he killed her, she didn't want to recall what happened that night again, so Zhou Ze gave up.
"Yingying..."
Zhou Ze spoke.
I want Yingying to pour me a glass of water.
But he was stunned.
He was not lying on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor of his bookstore.
But lying on the worn straw mat,
Around him, there were densely packed people leaning against the wall or lying there in tattered clothes. When he spoke, others were also looking at him.
The dream is not over yet.
I haven't woken up yet.
No,
When Zhou Ze looked up and saw the iron railings in front of him,
He realized that
Not only is the dream not over,
But this dream,
It’s just the beginning.
“Clatter… clatter…”
far away,
There was the sound of chains dragging against the ground.
It's so familiar.
Zhang Yanfeng said that since that dream, he had chains around his feet in every dream for more than 20 years.
Zhou Ze lowered his head subconsciously.
He lifted up his tattered clothes,
Where are the chains
Where are my chains
Why don't I have a chain