Everyone left and went back to their homes, but Bai Song still had a few people to look for.
The first one is Political Commissar Jiang.
All the cases involving Political Commissar Jiang were confidential, so Bai Song told no one and took a taxi to his destination alone.
This place is in Tiannan District. It has no sign, but it covers a large area and has a large courtyard. It looks ancient. After showing the ID and verifying the identity, Political Commissar Jiang came out to pick up Bai Song and let him in.
The management style here is a bit like that of the Eighth Bureau. The last time Bai Song went to the Eighth Bureau to visit his senior brother, the process was the same.
When I entered the compound, it looked ordinary, but it looked relatively clean and quite spacious.
The main building is the office area. Political Commissar Jiang did not take Bai Song there, but pointed to a four-story building next to it: "Basically all confidential cases are here."
To enter this area, a second security check is required, and Bai Song also signed an agreement.
"This is a necessary procedure. Even if the city leaders come, they have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Of course, they usually don't come." Political Commissar Jiang said, "How is it? Does it feel like that?"
"It feels pretty good," Bai Song smiled.
"Well, you must have seen this scene several times." Political Commissar Jiang said with a smile.
After passing the security check, Political Commissar Jiang opened the access to the first floor through iris detection, and Bai Song followed him into the corridor.
Shortly after entering the corridor, Bai Song was attracted by a wall of photos inside a glass cabinet.
The glass cabinet is very clean. If it weren't for the lighting problem, you might not even be able to see the glass. There is space for more than fifty photos inside, but all the photos are on pure white photo paper, without any portraits. The name and age are simply written below.
"What is this?" Bai Song walked closer and took a look, only to find that the age was the age at death.
Political Commissar Jiang did not answer Bai Song. Bai Song already understood that these were comrades who had sacrificed their lives in the security department over the years.
There is a name under each photo, and it is definitely not a real name.
Each person's photo is blank, reflecting a soul-stirring white light under the scattered sunlight.
Bai Song looked at everyone's name and age. They were basically between 20 and 40 years old, and six of them were younger than Bai Song. There was no description of the earth-shaking cases they handled, nor was there a detailed description of why and where they died, but it already gave Bai Song a heavy feeling.
Looking at these, Bai Song's nose felt a little sore. He visited Zhao Xugang and Yu Dechen today. Seeing these blank photos again, he was a little unable to move.
"I know four people here," Political Commissar Jiang picked up the white towel next to the glass cabinet and wiped it over, "Some things don't, and don't need to be known by everyone."
Bai Song remained silent.
"Okay, let's not look at this anymore," Political Commissar Jiang put the towel aside, "This world will never lack these things. Chief Inspector Bai, have you ever been afraid?"
"Never before," Bai Song said, "We are still here to walk the path that our ancestors have not yet completed. There will always be sacrifices in revolutionary work, and we are just the survivors."
"Yes," Political Commissar Jiang took a few steps forward and said, "Follow me."
Political Commissar Jiang walked in front and Bai Song followed behind. They soon entered an ordinary room. Then, Political Commissar Jiang took out a file box and placed something in front of Bai Song.
Bai Song had seen it before. This was the 100,000 Vietnamese dong note that was involved in Li’s case.
"There are some secrets here, top secret. I have applied to my superiors, and I need to tell you some of the clues. Because this may affect your future investigations," said Political Commissar Jiang. "We have discussed this matter with the leaders of your department. Because the potential social threat posed by the principal offender is too great, and your team is the absolute main force in handling the case, I need to tell you this intelligence, but only you can know it, no one else can."
"I understand." Bai Song said calmly.
In fact, in this environment, especially after seeing the photo wall just now, it was hard for Bai Song not to be calm.
Although they are all plain white photo paper, for some reason, each one seems to have a soul, giving future generations endless courage and hope.
"Okay," Political Commissar Jiang took out a report paper, which was obviously freshly printed.
There are many things in this that Bai Song still cannot understand, so the original report must have been edited.
Taking the A4 paper, Bai Song read it carefully twice.
This Vietnamese Dong involves some names of people, and the names on the list are all key figures, and they are still encrypted. After such a long time of decryption, several people on the list have been arrested, but since most of the names on the list are also code names, the effect is not particularly good.
But this is not the most important thing. A key account password is also retained on this money, which contains a lot of funds and information.
Bai Song looked at it carefully again: "I remember it."
"Okay," Political Commissar Jiang took the paper from Bai Song's hand and put it into an old machine next to it. Then the paper began to burn. After it was burned out, there was a gust of air inside, and the confidential document was completely turned into irreversible dust.
Bai Song looked calm on the outside, but his heart was already raging with turmoil.
Political Commissar Jiang himself might not know what exactly what he had just seen represented, but Bai Song had some feelings.
Do you remember the taxi driver who was investigating a case near Tianhua University last time? The driver was investigating an organization that brainwashed college students and provided criminal methods, but there was no result. Now, Bai Song did not dare to say what the result was, but it was basically confirmed that this organization did exist and there was a financial flow behind it.
Bai Song really wanted to know more about this kind of thing that can be seen but not touched.
"Why didn't you bring Wang Liang in?" Bai Song asked, "This happened on the Internet. If we tell Wang Liang, it might have a better effect."
"This is the rule from our superiors," said Political Commissar Jiang, "Just follow it."
"I understand," Bai Song nodded. He knew that it was not that the leaders did not trust Wang Liang, but that this matter was indeed too special, and it was not easy to tell him all this.
"Okay," Political Commissar Jiang nodded. "I look forward to hearing from you again, or you can call my superior directly."
"Um."
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After leaving here, Bai Song had a new sense of direction for the next case. At least he could determine where his opponent came from.
This is a case that requires long-term consideration. Bai Song thought as he walked. After leaving the compound, he decided to first visit his master and other old colleagues and old friends, and finally visit Qin Wushuang's father.
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