Chapter 20 "The Junior Police Officer" I'm your new captain and person in charge...
The first world's horror and mind-bending feeling is now fully realized.
Jane felt himself being pushed toward reality; he was very concerned about someone's head and kept trying to find those pink eyes...
"..."
The system remained silent, but if it wasn't mistaken, the person Jian Dieda was thinking of was the fox spirit, whose host must be very concerned about how the universally hated young master was feeling at this moment.
The main storyline necessitates reminding Jane DieDa to be mindful of the duration:
"[Police request knife attack]"
The system coldly stated:
"There are 24 hours left until the final referendum. Please complete the exposé as soon as possible to achieve the grand finale."
"24 hours?"
In his left hand, Jian Dieda held a funeral home night admission ticket [Euro], while in his right hand was a set of underworld emojis given to him by the cat-faced old lady and the Chengdu zombie, revealing a struggling expression that even he himself did not understand.
These prop cards allowed him to confront potential killers face-to-face to some extent.
He can now begin to piece together the cause and course of the case.
Unfortunately, the fox spirit is currently in a precarious situation.
The rumors circulating outside prove this point.
"Have you all heard? That fox spirit that's been passed down in the family of that resident in Hawthorn Alley is causing trouble again!"
"The fox spirit is very wicked; it's possessing people everywhere, and several people have fallen victim to it and developed fevers!"
"The police were all killed by the fox spirit! I heard the corpses looked horrifying!"
"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, demons and monsters, begone! Everyone prepare some rat poison! If a fox comes, the crowd will kill it!"
"Quickly, go and ask Chunlan to subdue the fox demon!"
At a command, Chunlan and the Honghui Police Station stood together.
A Buddhist ceremony was held overnight at the entrance of the alley.
From this perspective, most people, unaware of the inside story, would simply choose to follow the crowd.
The murderer used this to try and shift suspicion from his own people to the ghost, so that the truth of the case would never come to light.
...
It's six o'clock again, and night is being whipped into existence.
When a figure in a black jacket, exuding a lonely and desolate aura, went to the Honghui Police Station looking for someone, the dormitory building across from the playground was already empty.
At this time of day, the police officers are either off duty and going home or taking a shower, and there's only an old man sitting at the door, dozing off.
The gatekeeper was greeted by gusts of ghostly wind.
"Sir, is Jian Da here?" the man asked quietly.
The gatekeeper had a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his legs crossed, and he was snoring rhythmically to the strains of Ma Sanli's crosstalk performance.
The man asked again, and only then did the old man open his eyes.
The hard-of-hearing old man seemed to see a man who looked like he came from an art troupe extend an arm.
These days, it wasn't like the 1970s. Work at cultural centers and grand theaters was a lucrative job. Workers had to produce output, farmers had to work on the harvest, and actors could earn four or five hundred yuan a month just by doing makeup and singing.
A boy with such a dashing appearance could easily be the lead actor at the August First Film Studio. Yet, if he were to enter a high school, the teachers would refuse him entry, fearing he might disturb the female students' studies.
It seems the male actor had just finished filming, and he had a large, white, pointed, reddish tail growing out of his rear end.
Could it be that the Yue Opera "Ying Ning" is being performed at the large theater near the steel mill? He loved this episode about the fox spirit when he was young, but unfortunately, he can't watch this kind of opera anymore.
An elderly gatekeeper, a fan of the opera, offered a water cup, attempting to interact with the actress playing the fox spirit.
The male lead took the tea and gulped it down, puffing out his cheeks as he gently picked up a piece of brown, overnight tea with his tongue.
"Thank you, you can go to sleep now."
The old man fainted in a second.
The man knocking on the window knocked down the mortal. He opened the window without permission, picked up a blue ballpoint pen, and wrote on the visitor list: "Reason for visit: looking for my wife. Volunteer contact officer: Jian Da, Name: []".
The man wiped the ink from the tip of his brush.
The first stroke he made was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate the paper.
It is a nine.
The brown radio antenna on the table received the signal and began to hum and play music.
"To the ends of the earth—to the corners of the sea—I search for a kindred spirit."
Comrade Zhong's subsequent writing style had a classical feel.
As he wrote the last stroke with great care, he extended it slightly, leaving a long tail for the character "郎" before finally placing the brush horizontally, which had been rolling down with great difficulty.
A tearing sound came from the air as his sharp-fingered hand unzipped his coat and took out a pack of cigarettes, placing it on the guard's table.
Zhong Jie walked towards the dormitory. He arrived at the dormitory with the gate open in the blink of an eye. The willow branches downstairs that used to be noisy and disturbed people's afternoon naps were gone. This was because Jian Dieda had borrowed a ladder yesterday afternoon and climbed up the tree to cut them off one by one.
He even took it to the canteen, washed and dried it, and made a traditional farmhouse willow leaf rice dish that was popular during the famine years.
As Zhong Jie entered, he saw a wall across the street that commended outstanding individuals.
Zhong Jie passed by it and came upstairs, opened the door, and the windows inside were wide open.
There's a big red certificate on the wall.
He wandered around like he was visiting relatives and friends. After a while, he smelled the young policeman returning from afar. Zhong Jie, who was still in dire need of his own life, immediately sat up and waited.
The door opened, and Jane Dieda first saw Zhong Jie's beautiful pink eyes. Coincidentally, the two of them were both wearing black jackets and big leather shoes tonight, so they were a bit of a match.
Comrade Zhong's style of dress is consistent with his usual attire.
The young policeman was wearing a white shirt, the hem of which was neatly tucked into his waistband. Comrade Zhong couldn't take his eyes off him; this young policeman was incredibly handsome.
Zhong Jie's mind drifted more and more towards Jian Dieda's body. He coughed, covered his mouth, and pretended to be calm, hiding his tail.
Jian Dieda thought to himself, "Didn't I write a note telling the fox spirit young master to hide at home? How come this silly Xiangxiang still ran off to the police station?" Jian Dieda quickly pushed Zhong Jie onto the bed and said, "How did you end up here?"
“…Me.” Zhong Jie lowered his head, wanting to speak, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Jane Dieda: "Stop talking, some things don't need explaining."
"..."
Zhong Jie could hardly contain his emotions.
Jandida's neck and waist were sweating from the dangerous situation.
Zhong Jie stared intently at that spot, his mind drifting more and more towards Jian Dieda's body.
He coughed, covering his mouth, and forced himself to regain consciousness. He sat on the edge of the bed in the police dormitory, wearing only single-colored socks, and said, "Okay, the situation is critical now, so I'll be frank. I don't want to drag the foxes and their offspring into the alley. We agreed last time that you would take me in for one night."
"..." Jian Dieda was bewildered by the fact that the fox spirit, a wanted criminal, had come to his door asking to spend the night with him.
Zhong Jie said:
“Jianda, it’s just one night. The police are scattering paper money and incense ash everywhere. I just want to get through this Ghost Festival. Don’t be afraid of me, I really won’t eat people… If you don’t believe me, I… I’ll show you this…”
Jane Diedda: "What are you looking at?"
"My face... once you've seen it, I can't run away."
"..."
"Come on, see, remember me."
The condition Zhong Jie offered in exchange was that Jian Dieda had never seen his true face before!
Without the slightest hesitation, the fox spirit revealed his eyes, which actually appeared to be more brownish-black and had deep-set sockets. This unusual face also unveiled its secrets to the young police officer.
Aside from the Green-Faced Nightmare, Jian Dieda found that it was difficult for the average person to focus on the fox spirit's features without having any ulterior motives. This was because Zhong Jiulang, who had made his brain stop thinking, was a beauty born in the wrong gender. His handsome, languid half-loose hair was draped over his shoulders, and his nose was high and straight, like a Greek sculpture. This gave the fox spirit a profound and weighty beauty. Even with his thin lips holding a wax figure smile, his handsome face with high cheekbones would not stand out in a crowd. Upon closer inspection, the corners of his eyes also had a touch of allure, making one think of a contradictory word: rugged charm.
The nine-tailed fox hugged the shoulders of the person who had been trapped in the haunted house for many years, her neurotic and morbid eyes filled with insecurity. "I don't trust any mortals except you. Save me."
The atmosphere became even stranger. The young police officer was now staring intently at Young Master Zhong. His socks were sticky, and a large sweat stain was visible through the middle of his shirt.
Zhong Jie's mouth suddenly secreted similar saliva, and he stared intently at the young policeman's semi-transparent shirt, sweat rolling down his reddened eyes.
Jian Dieda could only avert his gaze and say, "You've slept with me, so I'm your follower, sage... I will save you."
An immortal...?
Perhaps only local police officers nowadays call foxes "fairies"... How ironic.
But he was taken in by a human who claimed to be a believer.
Zhong Jie's tears flowed continuously, and he couldn't help but lift the front of his shirt to wipe his sweat-dampened nose.
The male fox spirit, who had become obsessed with mortals again, ripped off the mosquito net. He opened his arms, crossed them, and pressed the little policeman into his arms, not letting Jian Dieda move.
“…Jian Da,” Zhong Jie said, “thank you…”
"Yes, you're welcome, Comrade Fox Fairy."
The color on Jane Dieda's face resembled the red veil worn on the day of her ghost marriage.
Zhong Jie couldn't see, but he said earnestly, "It was my fault back then. I was bad, I was fierce, and I sucked up your yang energy. Now I'm returning it to you..."
"..." What? Yang energy can be restored?
Just as Jian Dieda was about to ask why her upper lip was being pinched by Zhong Jie.
Jian Dieda's mouth involuntarily pursed, and then his tongue felt hot. As he sighed and groaned, he felt the unique scent of incense and paper money from the fox spirit's soul fill his teeth.
True to his word, the fox spirit quickly returned the stolen yang energy. The young policeman wanted to see the male fox spirit, but his eyes couldn't see the misty water. Amidst a series of erotic, wet sounds, they kissed again and again, their mingled lips using the excuse of returning yang energy. But for the fox spirit and the policeman that night, this same-sex kiss became a form of salvation.
To be honest, the fox spirit's body temperature was indeed a bit cold. The young police officer inevitably shivered when he was hugged. No matter how strong a person's yang energy is, it is not enough to warm a fox spirit. However, Officer Jian could not resist the shoulder that the fox spirit offered.
On the other side, Zhong Jie, with his spoiled young master temper, tried his best to defend himself in a hoarse voice, "Look, I really did return it to you. Actually, I didn't know if I should have come, but I want to tell you, I really didn't kill anyone..."
“I know…” Jane nodded, “You…let go first…”
Zhong Jie said to him, "Don't let go, I love you, Jian Da, for all eternity, will you be... my wife, Zhong Jiulang's wife?"
The fragrance of gardenias is so strong it's almost intoxicating.
Zhong Jie said,
"I want to be friends with you."
"Jianzi, let's be friends. I'm serious. Don't rush to agree... Think about it more. But don't treat me like an outsider. My heart is already with you, and it won't fly away."
"We've solved the case."
Zhong Jie was unaware that after saying those words,
Waiting for the case to be solved.
That was the moment when they were destined to part ways.
...
...
After that, they decided to make do for one night.
Jian Dieda was unusually silent, while Zhong Jie stood on the lower bunk as if being punished. Every time Jian Dieda called him, Zhong Jie would immediately obediently throw a pillow and an embroidered handkerchief up to him.
The new items that the superiors gave to Comrade Jian were very simple, but the pillowcase was decorated with mandarin ducks playing in the water.
Sometimes, organizations can be really helpful.
The next morning, Jian Dieda woke up and, as usual, opened the door to grab the urinal.
He snatched the last spot first, and people in line stomped their feet, yelling, "Jianzi! Hurry up! My bladder's about to explode!"
"Then you have an inflammation, go get it checked out, haha!" Someone leaned out of the cement pit next to them and laughed so hard they peed themselves.
"How shameless of you!" the person involved retorted.
After training, Jian Dieda's grip on the gun improved, and he quickly took down the gun. In a stirring morning tune, his little gun sang loudly, "The great river flows eastward, its waves sweeping away countless heroes of the past."
His men clapped, "You've improved! Now let's see who dares to criticize Jianzi's hands. This young man's hand speed has improved!"
He zipped up his pants and squeezed himself against the toilet to brush his teeth vigorously.
Someone reminded him, "Jianzi, you have a gray hair on the back of your head."
Jane Dieda's mouth was full of white foam, and he couldn't speak. He used sign language to ask the man to pull it off.
The man refused to pull them off, saying that his mother had told him that if you pull off one, ten will grow back—it's an old saying.
Officer Jian wiped his face without asking for help, found a wet comb, held up a small red mirror, and began to comb his thick, black hair a couple of times.
On the tip of the comb with its horizontal teeth, a white hair stood up. Twisting it a couple of times, the strange animal hair seemed to have a hint of pink.
The system's material library has been updated; it's not human hair, but the protective fur around the belly of a male fox.
Commonly known as a fox fur scarf.
Jane touched it, looked at it for a long time, then took the fox fur off and carefully treasured it: "..."
Afterwards, Jian Dieda went to the reception room, opened a drawer, took out a dozen letterheads from the unit, and found all the recent duty rosters.
One of our rules is that for people from outside the area, the registration information will be torn off every day.
They are internal staff, and their entry and exit records are stapled to the wall, as this relates to their disciplinary points with the police.
Crack, crack, crack.
Jian Dieda patiently cut off the names of all the police officers from the police station, one cut at a time.
He also discovered that the second informant, Dong Dongdong, was missing. However, Dong Dongdong was not the officer on duty and had no right to obtain these forms. Only two people in the entire station were responsible for this task: he and...
Footsteps approached, the countdown was now 16 hours... Jian Dieda didn't look at the higher plane, nor did he use any prop cards. He propped himself up with his own hands, his eyes under the peaked hat meeting the thick darkness of the night. "Who's at the door? Walking so quietly?"
Ding Xiaoding pushed up his old-fashioned glasses with one hand, his thin, woman-like body flashing in from outside the door, a kind smile on his face, his blade drawn. "It's me, Jianzi."
Jian Dieda saw a pair of red scissors wrapped with thread in Ding Xiaoding's hand. With his hands empty, he slowly walked up to Ding Xiaoding: "You're not the only one who came."
"Again?" Ding Xiaoding blinked, looking back and forth between the two people present. "Who else?"
“Your accomplices,” Jane Dieda said firmly, “are you two even willing to kill me now so that you can achieve your revenge? But I already know who you really are, including your background—”
Provoked by those words, the silent Ding Xiaoding made a move at that moment, and at the same time, her accomplices outside the door heard a loud bang.
The table was overturned.
The lamp was smashed.
Two shadowy figures in olive-green police uniforms clashed, and a dozen seconds later, one of them tumbled out of the duty room like a night owl.
Just as Dong Dongdong, holding a cold gun and wearing a hood, was about to shoot the other man, he heard him scream "Ding Xiaoding." The shocked Dong Dongdong thought that "Jian Da" would be the one to die, but a dashing figure jumped out of the house, followed by a flying kick from his disabled roommate.
Jian Dieda's transformation turned the previous one-sided pursuit into a counterattack. In the darkness, the handsome young man, like a leopard, used his restored hand to knock his aggressive childhood friend to the ground with a punch. Dong Dongdong and Ding Xiaoding fell together instantly.
The system provides the following judgment:
"The second informant, Dong Dongdong, and the fifth informant, Ding Xiaoding, voluntarily disclaimed their identities."
"This is tantamount to acknowledging a position."
With a single finger flicking the brim of his hat, Jian Dieda stared directly at the gun barrel and coldly replied, revealing his true, pragmatic nature:
"Understood. Now we will proceed to the evidence presentation stage. Please turn on the high-dimensional live broadcast channel. I will explain all the causes and consequences of this case to all the ghost stories."
...
On the other hand, in the dead of night, Honghui heard only one warning shot.
People woke up, and everything was in chaos again. A moment later, a call came from the higher-ups, saying that a new person in charge was about to take over the police station. At the same time, a voice came from a walkie-talkie on the table: "The arrest operation of Honghui Police Station has begun. I am your new captain and person in charge, Jian Da."
A note from the author:
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Let's begin the analysis!
PS:
After the case is closed, Jianzi will go home for a bit, and then everyone will have the chance to find out about the real-life work and true form of the Zhong family's little wife, as well as other people's amazing impressions of the great Jianzi, hahaha!
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