7:7 on the 7th.
we will come.
…
Su Mian stood under the lamp, holding this white as new letterhead, motionless.
This is what Han Chen saw when he stepped into the house. He walked directly behind her, held her shoulders, and turned her around. The collar of his black jacket stood up, and his body seemed to be tainted with the coldness of the autumn night, but his eyes were extremely dark. He looked at her from beginning to end, and after confirming that she was safe, he pressed her into his arms.
"I'm fine." Su Mian said softly, and hugged his waist as well, as if the lingering fears in her heart were only comforted. She handed the letterhead in her hand to Han Chen. Han Chen took it, glanced at it, and then picked up the envelope on the coffee table, his face always pale.
—
Colleagues from the forensic department in the hall soon came to explore the site. But as expected, the young man who called himself a did not leave any traces of fingerprints at all. The community's surveillance footage also didn't capture him—he probably bypassed most of the cameras. And several cameras on the only road were destroyed last night.
When the forensic department colleagues left, it was already three or four in the middle of the night.
Su Mian sat down on the sofa, without any sleepiness, pondering every word a said carefully. Han Chen sent them away, took them to the door, and when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the infrared alarm equipment box that had been dismantled in a mess by the wall.
He raised his leg and kicked it with one kick, kicking it even more. The movement was so loud that Su Mian raised her head in surprise and saw that he had his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked into the study with a cold face.
"Why are you getting angry with it?" Su Mian looked at his back, "It doesn't want to be demolished."
No wonder he was angry. This kind of thing is in charge of the forensic department. At that time, an acquaintance slapped his chest and said that this is the best security equipment in the country, and it is highly sophisticated and impeccable.
After a while, he saw that he came out again, put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked to her and sat down.
"Starting tomorrow, I will accompany you to live in the dormitory."
"Yeah." Su Mian replied softly, but thinking of the creaking single bed made her a little sad. What position do the two of them sleep in at night? In case the bed collapses...
She was thinking wildly, but Han Chen took out something from his trouser pocket and put it in her palm.
A small golden whistle hung on a silver chain.
Su Mian's eyes lit up, she reached out and touched it, and she was a little disgusted, "The workmanship is so rough."
Han Chen glanced at her and opened the chain buckle: "I got it after graduation from the police academy. There were more than 2,000 graduates that year, so this is the golden whistle. Bow your head."
Su Mian let out an "oh" and let him put it on for her. So memorable and so appealing, she wanted it again.
After wearing it, she pulled her long hair up, showing her neck, and she was a little stinky again, and posed a few poses to him: "Look, it looks good. Such an ugly necklace looks good on me."
Han Chen smiled, put his arm on the armrest of the sofa, picked up the whistle with the other hand, and brought it to her lips: "In the future, no matter what happens, I will not leave the whistle range until all the seven-member regiment is destroyed. Bring it to justice. If I am not around, and you are in danger, blow the whistle immediately."
Su Mian blinked.
Turns out that was his purpose.
Indeed, at close range, the whistle is the most primitive and effective alarm tool.
She held the whistle and blew it hard, and the clear and long sound resounded through the whole room in an instant. Maybe even far away.
She smiled and threw herself into his arms: "Why didn't you give me something so meaningful back then?"
Han Chen couldn't remember such a thing. He later learned about the whistle's origin when he returned to the police academy. But he held her hand and answered lightly, "How do I know? Eighty percent of the time you thought it was ugly."
This guess was so convincing that Su Mian immediately stopped talking.
The two hugged quietly for a while, then Su Mian asked again, "Then what if I blow the whistle someday and you don't come?"
Who knew that Han Chen didn't raise his eyebrows and replied, "I'll go wherever you are, and I'll jump into the abyss. I won't come, unless I die."
Su Mian was stunned for a moment, then immediately reached out and hooked his neck: "What nonsense are you talking about!" He also moved his lips to kiss him.
However, Han Chen took advantage of the situation and took her into his arms, got up, walked into the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.
…
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the next morning.
Black Shield Group Office.
There are no outsiders. Xu Sibai was half his own and was not invited.
The door was closed tightly, and the five people sat in a circle, their faces very calm. Han Chen's tone was not in a hurry, and he told everything he knew about that year.
Su Mian sat beside him and remained silent. During this period, the gazes of nagging, cold face and Xiao Zhuan landed on her many times, with surprise, pity and doubt.
When Han Chen finally finished speaking, no one spoke for a while. However, Han Chen shook her hand and said, "I'm telling you all these things because since you are involved, you should know all the causes and consequences, and also know what kind of opponents we are facing. They are undoubtedly the ones we have encountered. , the toughest criminal gang. I believe that part of the reason for their public provocation of the Black Shield team this time is their personal feud with us. Therefore, you can choose to withdraw from this case and work together on the next case. "
He said these words very calmly, convincing that this is what he said in his heart, and he won't mind. Su Mian nodded as well, and said, "If you guys feel bad about it, in the future, I'll make more soup for the two of us with cold noodles, and beat my back more with Xiao Zhuan. Don't be so long-winded, just make up for it."
One is indifferent, the other is a gag, but the attitudes of both are equally sincere. Nag and Xiao Zhuan, you look at me, I look at you, the cold face is still expressionless for ten thousand years.
"I'm not going back." He was the first to speak, and then there was no more to say.
Xiao Zhuan grabbed Su Mian's arm, "Of course I won't retreat! Xiaobai, who am I? I will always advance and retreat with you!"
Su Mian also grabbed his hand, "Xiao Zhuan, I knew you would say that! Actually, I just wanted to be polite to you! It was Han Chenfei who said that you must be given the right to choose."
Everyone laughed, because they were still organizing a long-form draft and had no time to express their nagging, they suddenly felt that they were too rude and unethical, and hurriedly started to speak: "Hey, there's me, I haven't said it yet. Your enemy, of course, is the common enemy of Black Shield, how can you separate each other? I think the biggest gain I have gained since I became a police officer is to be with you..."
"Let's assign tasks." The cold face interrupted him.
"Assign tasks!" Xiao Zhuan's voice became louder.
Nagging immediately sped up his speech: "...the biggest reward is to work with you to catch the most vicious criminals, save more lives, and make justice forever, not to mention that the boss is still my male god - so assign tasks!"
All five laughed. Su Mian looked at their handsome and determined faces, and her heart felt as warm as a small stove.
Never back down, live and die together. They are all criminal policemen who are like brothers and sisters, and some words do not need to be said at all.
Han Chen also had a faint smile on his lips, turned to look at her, and nodded. Su Mian stood up and handed the letter in the evidence bag to them.
"Last night, the suspect who called himself 'a' delivered this letter to our house." She wrote a big "a" on the whiteboard, then looked at everyone, "a is not very old. Judging by his voice, he was no more than 30 years old, and he still called me sister; he was very cunning, and his tone was sometimes childish, sometimes gloomy and indifferent; he was arrogant and adventurous, and personally sent letters to the police's house... All of these are in line with our views on Preliminary portrait of the bomber."
The crowd nodded.
At this time, Nagging said: "Xiao Bai, he called you sister, you were an undercover back then, so this pervert is likely to have a love-hate relationship with you, you have to be careful!"
Han Chen also looked up at her.
Su Mian looked at everyone's concerned eyes and nodded. But what she didn't say was that she had a strange intuition that a would not harm her. Although she fought with him very dangerously last night and was tricked by him, she just couldn't feel his hostility and threat.
"And the person who wrote this letter should be the second serial killer. The murderer who looks decent and self-controlled, but is actually repressed and twisted." She continued.
"Why him?" Xiao Zhuan asked.
"The paper was chosen deliberately, and the words are incredibly beautiful." Su Mian explained, "I also used a formal method like 'letter paper' to give us the battle letter. And the content of the battle letter is very concise, concise and transparent. A kind of arrogance. A wouldn't do such a thing, how could he have such patience and cultural heritage. A serial killer who poached his heart wouldn't do it either. He didn't do anything superfluous except to poach his heart back then. No traces have been left to the police. It will not take a few years for the behavior to become so elaborate and complicated. The letter, however, completely conforms to the behavior of the second person."
Everyone nodded. Nagging said: "So, now there is a third person who is digging hearts, and has not appeared?"
"There is a fourth person." Han Chen said, "The seven people Xin Jia mentioned, there is still one less."
The crowd was silent.
For this last person, neither the police nor them have any clues at all.
"I'm done." Su Mian sat down. "There are still too few clues. With just one letter, I can't predict their next actions."
Han Chen took the letter in Xiao Zhuan's hand, lowered his head and stared at it for a moment, then said, "'We will come', where are we coming from?"
Everyone was startled.
Because seeing this sentence, everyone's conditioned reflex will think that it means: we are going to officially commit a crime. I didn't think to think carefully about the words.
Han Chen continued: "The letter is addressed to the Black Shield Team, and 'come' is also for us. Come to the provincial office? This is impossible, the provincial office is not open to the public, and the security is tight. And on the 7th, near the provincial office. Martial law is bound to be enforced, not even a fly can fly in, and they simply do not have the conditions to commit crimes. Then the word 'come' has another meaning—"
His dark eyes looked around: "Come to our field of vision, where we can see."
Everyone didn't speak, and Su Mian looked at his handsome profile. After being analyzed by him, everyone was a little moved.
"7:7 on the 7th..." He pondered, "a precise time, how can they ensure that the crimes they committed will be seen by us at that point in time?"
"Live web crime?" Nagging gasped.
"It's possible." Han Chen replied, "Or, in a high-profile public place, the police will immediately notice."
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Over the next few days, the city's police force went into a state of high martial law. On the one hand, all network environments are closely monitored. Once a live crime scene appears, the anti-tracking program will be activated immediately to lock and search; , have sent more police. It's just that there are so many places like this, and the abilities of grassroots police officers are uneven. It is easier said than done to completely defend against crime.
Soon it was the morning of the 7th, at 6:00.