"Are you cold?" The calm voice line came from behind itself, without a trace of temperature.

Xiang Ding turned his head awkwardly and looked at Zong Zhengdong. The smile on his face was stiff. He said a joke that was absolutely not funny: "What... ah haha, don't you think the wind today is very noisy?"

Zong Zhengdong looked at him expressionlessly for a while, and the corners of his lips suddenly tilted: "You didn't look at your phone just now?"

Xiang Ding's expression stagnated.

Before he could speak, Zong Zhengdong immediately said, "I sent you an audio."

The dullness on Xiang Ding's face lasted for several seconds, and then his facial features began to squeeze in the middle bit by bit. The smile on his face seemed to be crying. His hand subconsciously reached into his pocket, but he could not do the move of taking out his phone.

"No... it's not the boss? No!"

The young plainclothes trembled with his lips, and the only trace of hope told him that his immediate boss must have sent him the audio of the murder that the three deceased heard before they died.

It must not be!

Or...not necessarily?

The profoundness of Chinese made Xiang Ding's thinking extremely chaotic at this moment.

"Yes." Zong Zhengdong gave the answer ruthlessly, not thinking that his subordinates' san value fell to a negative number within one second.

Then, he put on his windbreaker and opened the office door, but turned around as he was about to step out of the door, giving his timid and breathless subordinates the final critical strike:

"By the way, now you can sort out all the interpersonal relationships and basic trajectories of the deceased before his death. For more details, I will give it to me tomorrow morning. In addition, remember to turn off the corridor lights when leaving, and you are the only one on this floor now."

After speaking, he walked out with his long legs. The corner of the windbreaker scraped through the door frame, and the color of the material was the same as the color he had cut it.

If someone dares to cut him open.

"Boss! You can't treat me like this-"

Half a minute later, Zong Zhengdong, who was in the first floor lobby, heard the miserable wailing of his poor subordinates.

The guards on duty room didn't even tick their eyelids, and looked unreasonable, and even secretly whispered a bite of snail noodles.

404 Criminal Investigation Department, the distribution center of all police stations, strange things happen every day, and today is no different.

Speaking of which, since the establishment of Jiuke two months ago, the Chief Zong Zheng, who had a strange name, solved several strange cases of the year-round and suddenly became famous.

As for the strange things about those cases, don’t ask, there are two major elements: they cannot be described or looked directly at.

Anyway, that's right.

While the guards on duty were secretly complaining, Zong Zhengdong had already walked out of the headquarters building without a smile on his face.

The night wind blew up his clothes, he raised his collar, and his lowered eyes were filled with unnamed emotions.

The Zong Zheng family had the intuition of beasts, and he was the best in the family. Otherwise, those old stubborn people would not have been persuaded so easily by him, using their relationship to transfer him into the Imperial Capital General Administration, and also established a brand new department to be the leader.

I believe that the top leaders of China are also alert to the recent trends in the imperial capital.

This is a good thing.

The power of a country is always much stronger than that of an individual, and the fortune of a country can also affect the world he faces, and its influence will also rise and fall with the rise and fall of national strength.

The current China is very powerful.

Zong Zhengdong raised his eyes and looked at the brilliant lights on the long street.

Those things that have been hidden in the dark for many years may be because they covet the beauty of this world, so they can't help but act.

The slightly cold spring breeze blew by his head, causing his collar to fly.

He felt a sense of urgency that a storm was about to come.

Are these three suspicious suicide cases a strong wind warning before the heavy rain?

Zong Zhengdong frowned.

He asked colleagues from the technical department of the relevant special department to repair the mobile phones of the three deceased, and spent a few days finding the audio that the deceased listened to before his death, and conducted a comprehensive inspection of the mobile phone, but no problems were found.

The words he said to scare Xiang Ding just now were just out of some kind of bad taste. In fact, Huang Manling and the other two listened to the songs they brought with their phones before their death.

Three phones, three tracks, have no common points.

After repeated analysis of the three tracks through special means, the experts also gave a report that "there is no abnormal high-frequency or low-frequency bands seen, and it is initially inferred that there is no possibility of psychological mutation."

In fact, even if there are hidden sound waves, with today's technological level, it is absolutely impossible to induce people to commit suicide with just a little sound.

This is a purely psychological induction, like some powerful hypnosis, which currently exists only in fictional works of art.

Zong Zhengdong's investigation went to a dead end.

Of course, this is just a dead end in the ordinary sense, and it is based on the ordinary extraordinary means currently mastered by the Chinese Kingdom. At the non-ordinary extraordinary level, this matter actually has a turning point.

"Buzz--"

Zong Zhengdong's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone and a picture of a dripping water into the sea was flashing on the screen.

It's the person he's looking for.

Zong Zhengdong pressed the answer button: "Go away now."

He said first before the other party could speak.

"Okay." The sound lines on the other end of the phone have a piano-like texture, and are clearer than that. Although I only said two words, it was like a musical rhyme flowing through my ears.

The brief communication was limited to the first sentences spoken by both parties, and then they hung up the phone.

The imperial capital was bright in the night, and the traffic conditions were much better than during the day. It took Zong Zhengdong only forty minutes before driving to the Xicheng Branch of the Imperial Capital Police Station.

The person he was looking for was waiting for him on the ninth floor of the top floor of the branch.

When he walked out of the branch elevator, Zong Zhengdong subconsciously glanced at his watch.

At exactly nine o'clock.

If converted into a twenty-four-hour system, it is exactly blackjack.

See Twenty-one again, an interesting coincidence.

He put down his wrist and looked around.

Compared with the clean and tidy hall, the ninth floor looks a bit old, with rows of offices all with black lights. I don’t know if everyone is off work or if there is no one to use it.

The incandescent lamps above the corridor shone with sensational light. Several lamps obviously had poor contact, and they were "hissing" and flickered, and the entire corridor became dim, giving it a gloomy feeling.

Zong Zhengdong turned his head and glanced at the sign next to the elevator.

A thick black arrow is drawn below the words "Forensic Forensic Department" and points directly to the northernmost end of the corridor.

A strange smell of formalin mixed with something floated over from that direction.

"Bang", the incandescent lamp above the head suddenly flashed.

If this is a horror movie, a heartbeat or a breathing bgm should sound at this time.

Zong Zhengdeng narrowed her eyes.
Chapter completed!