Chapter 75: My Ancient Apprentice (4)

Even if the heart is full of alpacas, as a people's policeman desperately trying to catch the prisoner, Zhang Wei still calmed down his mind and ensured with his parents that Duan Qingen lived in the village and seems to live there. After a while, I hurried back that day.
Of course, he did not directly say that it was an address calculated by a Fengshui master who had always believed in science but was using superstitions, but only said that he had met a tenant.
The bureau responded immediately and dispatched the population towards the mountains.
The director is among them.
On the way to Xishan by car, Zhang Wei couldn't help but look at the director, thinking about what Duan Qing'en said in his heart.
The director is not blind, the subordinates keep looking at themselves, and he can certainly perceive that everyone works together and the relationship is okay. Usually, he or she goes to work together to work overtime or something, although it is a subordinate. But it is also possible to have an equal dialogue.
Immediately he asked: "Xiao Zhang, what do you always look at me for?"
"That, director ..."
Zhang Wei always felt that he was uncomfortable pretending that he didn't tell the story. He didn't mention whether Duan Qingen had real materials. He knew from others that what he had always been good for them might be dangerous. Although he said no It will affect the small life, but Zhang Wei still feels that it is not enough to tell the director to remind him.
But this thing, feudal superstition.
Their directors do not believe this.
Zhang Wei couldn't do it for a while.
The director looked at the look on his subordinate's face for a while, and then patted him on the shoulder with a funny smile; "If you have anything, say something, and you're kind to me."
His approachable attitude successfully made Zhang Wei make up his mind, even if he could not avoid it, anyway, he reminded him.
I looked carefully at the colleagues around me who didn't seem to notice this. He sat down to the director and whispered: "This is actually the case. I will go back to see my parents this time, except to get such a clue. Well, in fact, there is a master who helped me to calculate for free, and said that it was you who had the disaster. "
"I?"
The director really did not believe it, and cheerfully replied: "Xiao Zhang, your ideological work is not in place. It is the police. Why do you still believe in these feudal superstitions? Look at those crooks we caught before. If you want to deceive people, they will drag people to say that there is any blood disaster. "
As he said, he waved his hand: "These unbelievable things are meant to scare you and make you pay for disaster."
"Yes, yes, I think so too, that is, look at him, this master is a little different."
Director; "What's different? Isn't this kind of master all the same? What gossip, tortoise shell, and other tarots, right, isn't it popular now? Young people's stuff."
Young man Zhang Wei: "It's like this, director. He is also a science master, and then he says he has joined the party, but I think he has a real skill."
"Okay, I do n’t believe this. I ’m a police officer. It ’s normal to have a disaster. Our police is to serve the people. The people may be harmed. We will block the people first. Even if there is a disaster, I'm not afraid, I have protected so many people, and I'm righteous. What do I fear? "
Speaking of this, the director went on to say: "The disaster of light, our police may have it every day. You see, for example, today, we went to catch this murderer, but he was the suspect in the 6.11 major case. He killed four A child who went home after school fled. Such a person would definitely be very aggressive. We went to catch him. If one did n’t control well, he might be injured. These were not already when we went to the police school. Do you understand?"
"Police are more likely to be injured than others. After all, we are facing criminals and thugs. You master, he knows your profession, and he will concoct a disaster. He will meet someday, so do n’t believe it. Do things, protect the people, and protect yourself, you know? "
Zhang Wei nodded obediently.
He really wanted to tell the director that the place they were going to was the master's hard calculation, no, it was hard to guess, but if he said that, first of all, whether they can go now is a problem, even if it is really In that place, the director may even say that Duan Qingen knew the place, or saw the wanted criminals come in with his own eyes.
Just thinking about it like this, the group went to Xishan.
They couldn't drive on the mountain, so they all got out of the car and watched the surroundings one by one carefully. The director gave an order and walked ahead.
According to those words given by Zhang Wei, the last one turned left and saw a cave.
Pedestrians were hiding in the trees and quietly looking at the cave above them.
"It should be a cave left by previous mining. Later, something happened to the mining here. It was strictly forbidden to allow private mining, and this kind of cave is left."
One of his colleagues whispered to the director his speculation, and asked softly, "Director, shall we go directly?"
"Don't rush up. If he hid in a cave, drinking water or drinking water, what would he eat? We had asked the villagers down the mountain before. No one had seen him, so he must be looking for food in the mountain. Let a good person go up and see if someone is inside. "
Zhang Wei immediately said, "Director, let's go up. I grew up in this area since I was a kid. I know this kind of place."
"Okay, you go up, be careful, there are any unexpected circumstances to keep yourself safe."
Zhang Wei nodded and got on.
Like he said before, he grew up in this kind of mountain since he was a kid. This kind of place is too familiar. After climbing up silently, he looked carefully.
These caves are very shallow, and you can see the bottom at a glance. Zhang Wei glanced at the dark inside and thought that nobody was there. As a result, he flashed a flashlight and almost did not fall.
The people below were waiting, and saw Zhang Wei walk in first, then quickly return, "The prisoner is in the cave, but it seems that he has committed some serious illness and was unconscious."
Three minutes later, the prisoner was lifted out of the cave.
His face was pale and white, foaming in his mouth, he kept pumping, and shouted twice without any movement.
One of my colleagues: "I look at how it looks like sheep epilepsy. Is he a sheep epilepsy?"
"It's been 120. Don't touch him before you figure out what his illness is."
After the director said, he continued to stand aside and watched the prisoners on the ground with vigilance.
Zhang Wei felt a little uneasy.
The scum killed four children under the age of ten, but they still had to call him an ambulance.
Feeling uncomfortable in his heart, he suddenly felt that his neck was cold, and a gust of wind came over, as if the air had cooled down.
The prisoner who was pumping on the ground stiffened, and his bloodshot eyes opened.
The police who noticed this immediately came forward and held his arm: "Liu Ming, are you arrested, don't move, don't move!"
"I'm sorry! Sorry !!! Don't bother me, I shouldn't kill you, sorry!"
Liu Ming didn't show any signs of escaping. He just kept on rolling and struggling on the ground, making a sharp cry for mercy: "Ahhhhh! Don't come here, please don't come here, I'm wrong !!!"
During the day, several police officers present were sweated by his words.
"The previous materials did not say that this man was very calm and committed crimes. He should be a meticulous person who is not panic when he is in trouble. Why is this happening now?"
"Isn't he killing a few children? Isn't that those children ..."
"Don't talk, don't talk, my goosebumps are out."
Several people were talking. The prisoner who was struggling on the ground threw a knife while rolling, rolled a few times on the ground, and rolled to the bottom of the slope.
The director looked down from above and saw dark red blood on it. "Is this just the weapon?"
Someone also looked at it with a probe, "It should be that the identification report said that the children were flailed with dozens of knives similar to a dagger, and died of excessive blood loss. No similar weapon was found nearby."
"Then I'll go down and pick it up and give me gloves."
"Director, let me go down."
The director waved his hand; "It's okay, I'm not that old yet."
This is not high, mainly because there is no way to go straight down, he simply jumped down, put on gloves and picked up the blood-stained knife.
Just picked up, the wind seemed to be colder.
The white clouds on the horizon seemed to be gradually darkening, and the leaves on the tree were rattled by the wind.
The director didn't notice, and he was seriously putting the knife into the evidence bag. He just looked up and crawled back, but when he looked up, he saw that it was not the previous Xiaopo and the cave above.
It's a long street.
There were clear whispers of children around, both boys and girls: "ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."
"Giggle giggle ..."
They seemed to laugh and laugh, and they were crying.
The director turned his head blankly and looked back and forth, his head quickly confused, groggy, feeling like he was dreaming.
By the way, where is he from? are you sleeping?
Why did he come to this street?
Suddenly he felt his hand bumped, and he felt a shock, and immediately turned his head back quickly.
Behind, four children stood.
They were wearing school uniforms, carrying school bags, blood on their bodies, four eyes, and staring at the knife in the director's hand.
"It hurts……"
Repeating this sentence, the four children slowly walked towards the director. The closer they got, the heavier the blood in their eyes.
Director: "?"
He couldn't help wondering why he didn't remember how he got here. He lost his knife and put all four children into his arms.
While squatting down to see where the four children were injured, they asked quickly and skillfully:
"What's going on? What about your parents? Who hit you? Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. I'm a police officer, who made you like this? Is that person here? Does it hurt? Tell me."
"Don't be afraid, don't you be afraid, did Mom and Dad tell you? I'm in danger of finding the police uncle. I'll call you 120, okay? Mom and Dad can't remember the phone, can I call them?"
The expressions on the faces of the four resentful children paused.
In the warm arms of this police grandfather, the blood in his eyes faded, and a cry came out.