Chapter 13, "The Junior Police Officer": System: "He's going to sleep with you."...
If it weren't for the fact that the situation was not right, Zhong Jie's tail was trying to stick out again to scare Jian Dieda, but he thought again, no, that won't work. The local policeman is only responsive to soft words, not hard words. If he tries to be tough, it's better to pretend to be a vulnerable group.
Jian Dieda located the tool box, turned off all the lights in the hallway, and then turned back to ask, "Xiao Ding, are you scared?"
It was the first time someone had shown him care, and he even felt the warmth of the young policeman's palm. Zhong Jie's heart pounded wildly, and he felt a mix of emotions.
He squinted for a moment, then pressed his nose, which was fogged up, unwilling to expose the truth. He looked up with feigned pitifulness and said, "Yeah, thank goodness you were here. I was almost scared to death when I saw the female ghost over at the bathroom."
Jian Dieda was stunned: "..." Why does Xiao Ding look like a furry stray who has been wandering the roadside for a long time? What's with this look in his eyes that's begging to be rubbed against him?
Zhong Daxian transforms into a small white fur ball: "Xiao Jian, it's so dark, the ghosts are so fierce, my legs are weak."
Having never witnessed a grown man acting coquettishly before, Jian Dieda surprisingly didn't find it incongruous and couldn't help but defend Zhong Jie even more.
But some people just can't take criticism. If you call him a fool, the junior police officer never disappoints.
The murderers were still searching for them. Jian Dieda squatted down in front of Zhong Jie and pointed to his back, saying that he was going to carry the witness 'Ding Xiaoding' and run downstairs.
Zhong Daxian was happy, but he also felt that if he really agreed, he would lose face. Where would his morality, his bottom line, and his dignity be? He didn't want his little wife to run away with him.
Zhong Jieguang shook his head. Jian Dieda wondered why this fifth witness was so stubborn and willing to suffer for it. What time was it? He glanced at the door decisively, then rushed over to pick up the fox fairy young master in his arms.
Jian Dieda even pulled open his shirt: "Don't be so polite, come on up, we're all comrades."
To be honest, the fox spirit was dressed quite languidly today. The paper effigy he chose was a tall, handsome, and artistic man with a face as smooth as jade. His non-human skin looked especially good in the light. He wore a white shirt and gray cotton pants, making him look like a schoolteacher from the Republican era.
Unfortunately, all the young police officer could see was Ding Xiaoding's appearance.
But the young police officer was no less impressive. His eyes shone brightly beneath his disheveled hair, and he exuded a healthy, masculine aura from his clothes to his face. His smooth bone structure and skin lines were quite sexy.
Comrade Zhong stared blankly at Jian Dieda's collarbone and muscles, "Go, go what?" Is this something to be said?
Jane pointed to her arms: "Come here. Your legs are weak, what else can you do?"
Zhong Jie's parched body was exhausted. He really wanted to find a cigarette to cool off, otherwise he would be seduced to death sooner or later!
But Jian Dieda's style is to go straight to the goal and achieve it in one step. He grabbed Zhong Jie's arm to help him stand up a little better.
Little did anyone know that after Ding Xiaoding was possessed by Zhong Jie midway, his original body became stiff and cold. Even standing under the sun, the yin energy he brought could not be driven away. The policeman also felt his arm getting cold and shivered.
Why does Ding Xiaoding's body temperature feel so much like that of the fox spirit young master?
Ever since he had performed his ritual once, Jian Dieda saw everyone as a fox spirit. He realized his thoughts were unnecessary; it was impossible for a fox spirit to come and care about his life or death.
Their minds wandered, and with any further delay, their plan to escape downstairs was ruined.
They then changed their minds, but remained only a short distance apart, their eyes meeting in the darkness.
Their eyes met, and they were like two magnets attracting each other.
The two were standing close together, and Jian Dieda kept thinking, Ding Xiaoding's eyes were so beautiful through her old-fashioned glasses, her lower eyelashes were thick like little fans...
On the other hand, Zhong Daxian, after being hugged by the policeman, thought to himself, "What should I do? Where am I? This place is great. I think I've seen my great-grandmother. This time, my death is worthwhile."
Much later, someone's foot bumped into the thermos, and the kettle in the archives fell over. The two people quickly lifted their feet, their expressions mirroring as if they had been scalded by boiling water.
Jian Dieda was the first to regain his senses. He quickly pushed Zhong Jie's hand away and shook the bottle: "Luckily, this pot is cold-weather, so it's fine. The things downstairs have probably left. Let's continue to hide and see how things go."
Just then, the evil wind was suppressed by the portrait of the great man on the wall, a yellow-green leaf fell outside, and the sound of sobbing could be heard.
Jian Dieda knew what was outside. Gritting his teeth, he tentatively stood up and retracted the iron window frame. Suddenly, a long-haired, dark shadow, neither human nor ghost, appeared in his field of vision—
Then the thing outside jumped over the awning.
Jane was startled.
Who's outside!
Upon closer inspection, he nearly coughed up blood; a red plastic bag had blown there.
...
Meanwhile, outside the balcony, an upside-down shadow scrambled across, its hands and feet moving in unison.
The female ghost: "Oh, is there someone inside who's not to be trifled with?"
The real culprit remained silent in the corridor.
The female ghost waited for the other party to figure out how to deal with the two people in the archives, when she heard the voice say decisively, "Kill them. I have a way to get rid of them both overnight."
"So urgent?"
"There are clues in the archives. We need to destroy them quickly to stop the investigation."
"All right."
The archives where Jane Dieda was located remained closed to hide from them. The two murderers used evil magic, and many small hands began to wriggle in the corridor.
What are these granulation-like human hands?
Nobody knows.
The blood-red stairwell began to resemble a giant palace of flesh and blood, where a demonic fetus was throbbing inside its mother's womb.
In addition, all the small white buildings in this compound look exactly the same, and with the leaves fluttering everywhere, the buildings look like tombstones in a mass grave at night.
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Jian Dieda and Zhong Jie continued searching for clues among Dong Zhijie's belongings.
The system has a rule that the complete storyline will not be revealed until all the clues and fragments are collected in a scene.
Tonight, both the fox spirit and Ding Xiaoding provided testimonies related to the leaders of Honghui Police Station, so there must be another crucial piece of physical evidence in this room.
So when the two of them opened the inner door of the archives room one after the other, Zhong Jie, with a flashlight on, looked at the brown table and searched for escape tools.
Jane Dieda soon arrived from next door, and he used his hands to pull over two stools.
Jian Dieda had Zhong Jie stand below to hold him up. He stacked two stools, climbed to the highest shelf, and through the light Zhong Jie provided, he saw that a cabinet door handle was unlocked. He reached out and opened it, revealing an old radio inside, shaped like a wooden box with a floor-length cord.
The system labeled it as: "[A home radio from the 1980s]".
Jian Dieda also learned from the material library that this kind of broadcast can play as long as the box wire and the ground wire are connected. If the sound of the speaker is too low, scoop a ladle of water and pour it on the ground wire of the speaker. The more humid the ground, the better the grounding performance will be, and the louder the sound will be.
The young police officer and Zhong Daxian worked together to take down the loudspeaker. They brushed away the dust, poured some water, and then, a hissing sound, like crying, came through:
"On [Date] 12, 19X2, a major robbery and murder occurred. The fleeing perpetrator broke into a public housing compound in Shanzha Hutong at night, resulting in the tragic deaths of all four households in their homes..."
Robbery and murder?
Jian Dieda's heart tightened as he listened, recalling the mobile phone he had found earlier and the remarks about dividing the spoils in the whistleblower's letter.
Could it be that Dong Zhijie is going to report corrupt police officers?
The system answered him.
With a beep, the panel was updated for the first time with an extremely long background story.
Congratulations! You have unlocked the main storyline "A Black Gun in an Era"!
[Here's a supplement to the missing plot:]
"Have you heard? So-and-so's son from next door went south and made a fortune!"
"What kind of wealth?"
"He punctured car tires on the side of the road, then pulled out a gun and started clanging it around."
"That's a highway robber! He's going to grab me by the head and shoot me!"
"It's because the government doesn't care. In the past, many classified units that assisted the police in catching spies were armed. As a result, a group of their own people became leaders. It's all too common for police officers to disguise themselves as robbers, break into homes, rob people, and divide the loot!"
The so-called 50/50 split? Someone's asking for 100, is that what they're referring to...?
This is where the story of a police officer in the 1990s begins.
For the first time, Jane Dieda's brain, now fully engaged, experienced the twists and turns of the plot.
A thought suddenly popped into his head.
horrible.
Human greed is more terrifying than ghosts!
Thinking back, he had also seen relevant information that states that when a ventricle is about to die, it will exhibit a slow frequency before death, often with one or several ventricular waves appearing occasionally within a long interval.
The dead are gone, and the more peacefully they depart, the happier they are.
Now, the strange atmosphere in the archives is a bit like the electrocardiogram before a person dies—very flat, and incredibly unpredictable.
Presumably, the murderer and his accomplice outside the door are most afraid of knowing this clue.
Just then, something in the corridor approached.
Jane turned around and saw many termite holes on the wooden door. Suddenly, twisted, snow-white fingers emerged from the holes.
Being doused with cold water in winter is nothing compared to this.
The young policeman was so frightened he almost twisted his back. His face turned pale, and he took off his peaked cap and suddenly threw it at the enemy. But the fingers stretched out like rubber to grab him. Fortunately, Zhong Jie, who was nearby, interrupted the attack with a flashlight.
Zhong Jie's teeth bared instantly, his fur stood on end, and his cold pink pupils were filled with the intimidating aura of a fox spirit.
Then, Zhong Jie pulled Jian Dieda aside and slipped into the shadows, his leg firmly planted around the small policeman.
To scare Jane Dieda so badly she had another heart attack, Zhong Jie even pulled a red silk scarf from his pocket and wrapped it around the handsome young policeman's head.
This red canopy, which had been used for offerings in the Buddhist temple, was also a gift from the fox spirit to the bride.
The policewoman became the village beauty.
Jian Dieda felt it was strange for a man to wear a red scarf. He wanted to take it off, but Zhong Jiefei said, "You look good in a red scarf. Keep it for now, you can wear it when it gets cold."
After saying that, Master Zhong lowered his eyes again, "You are very suitable to wear a veil."
Jane Diedda: "..."
"Little system." Jian Dieda paused for a few seconds, then, as if regaining his composure, said with sweat dripping from his forehead, "Put the clues aside for now, and help me take a look at this person next to me..."
system:"?"
“Ding Xiaoding might have been possessed too…” Jian Dieda said in a low voice, “This… seems to be a fox spirit again. I was wondering why the knife was being used so slowly tonight. The murderer team is afraid of this prophet next to me.”
The system initially didn't believe it, but after using authentication technology, it was convinced: "How come you always recognize him?"
Based on the experience of the two previous encounters, the fox spirit didn't seem to smell as good this time either. But Jian Dieda seemed to have a human scanner installed. He didn't want to look to the side and said with an indescribable expression, "...My gay Da seems to have a special frequency with him. Well, when he comes, it beeps."
Why did this person's last "hmm" sound a little hesitant?
The little system actually admired him.
It turns out that Detective Jane's method for solving cases is: when the gay voice rings out, the fox spirit is caught.
After a long while, the little system found the voice and said, "You are gay, otherwise why would there be a gay Da?"
Instead of arguing with the fox spirit, Jian Dieda coldly threatened her family, saying, "If you don't want to be the system's master, I can make you the toilet bowl."
"Tch." The little system saw right through him: "He's going to fall in love with you."
Wiping away the sweat, Jane Dieda said, "I think we can remove the word 'love'."
System: "He's going to sleep with you."
However, putting the joke aside, the evil spirits sent by the murderer are still banging on the window, and if left to worsen, the ghosts outside will soon rush in and wreak havoc.
Zhong Jie heard someone banging on the door.
He didn't want to hurt Jane Dieda, nor could he reveal his true colors.
The nine tails that quietly peeked out from the side could only cover the young policeman as shadows.
Observing Zhong Daxian with the magnifying glass of a "scholar," Jian Dieda paused, then changed his mind and said, "He... is not scary."
The little system nodded: "Yes, he's a good comrade."
Jane Dieda, in his fantasy world, scratches his forehead as a chibi-style police officer: "Am I trusting an NPC too much?"
The little system saw through everything and became more like his family: "Sir, you are solving a case, he is an important witness, and he trusts you very much. Your first rule also states that the duty of a police officer is to protect witnesses."
Jane Dieder's intuition also agreed with this.
Just like witches are called sorceresses and fox spirits are called fox demons, these are all stigmatized terms.
He will definitely be able to keep the main suspects in the case under his watchful eye as much as possible.
I am a police officer who never uses a gun to arrest people.
You are a fox who fears the sound of gunfire from humans; perhaps you could try being each other's protector.
A note from the author:
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Haha, they're going in the same direction!
P.S.: Although it's a quick transmigration story with multiple instances, I've tried my best to make the clues in the first case realistic. No character is without value, and I'll also treat the final revelation of the truth with care!
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