The Evil White Nightmare (1)

In the morning, Feng Shaomin hurried to the police station. Counting from last night when he returned home at four o'clock, he had slept for a total of four hours.

When he returned to the office at this point, he found that no one was there. They must have gone to participate in the interrogation. He picked up the notebook and prepared to assist Director Han Lin in the interrogation.

Lu Yougang walked in from the door. He was an old policeman from the Technical Department, in his forties. He was particularly good at the research of guns, ammunition, and mechanical equipment. He was cautious and trustworthy.

He was walking towards him with an evidence bag in his hand, his face serious.

Feng Shaomin probably guessed the purpose of Lu Yougang's visit to the second team. A gunfight took place in the basement of the Seattle Club yesterday afternoon. At that time, Han Changlin asked to bring the pistols and bullets back to the bureau for inspection. Lu Yougang must have come to communicate this matter. Privately storing guns and ammunition is already a serious crime, not to mention attacking the police. Lu Yougang must have found out something.

Lu Yougang walked up to him and showed him one of the evidence bags, which contained several bullets. He got straight to the point and said, "Old Feng, the guns and bullets we collected in the basement of the Seattle club yesterday were of the same model. They should be replica pistols made in a small workshop. I have already passed this information to Director Liu and Lu He. I believe Lu He and his team will soon find the place where the guns were made."

"Okay, Lao Lu, you did a great job. I will convey this to the Han team." In fact, Feng Shaomin felt that Lu Yougang only needed to report the matter to Han Changlin, after all, he was not the captain now. However, he was also grateful to Lu Yougang for always treating him as a friend.

After introducing this incident, Lu Yougang's face darkened a little. He put the bullet evidence into his pocket and took out two evidence bags, both of which were transparent plastic bags, each containing a bullet.

He showed the two evidence bags to Feng Shaomin and said, "Old Feng, do you still remember the bullet in my left hand?"

Feng Shaomin looked carefully. There was a white label on the evidence bag in his left hand, which read October 1988. As soon as this time appeared, he immediately remembered something, and the sound of gunfire rang in his ears again.

His thoughts suddenly fell into the abyss of night.

"Xiang Jie...Xiang Jie..."

Feng Shaomin seemed to see Xiang Jie lying on the cold ground with blood all over his head...

"Old Feng, I know you remember that the bullet in the evidence bag in my left hand is the bullet that hit Xiang Jie's head more than five years ago!"

The bullet once again hit Feng Shaomin's red eyes, burning his pupils.

Lu Yougang said: "I did an analysis back then. The pistol used by the murderer was most likely the M9 military pistol developed by the Italian company Beretta in 1985. The pistol has a detachable magazine capacity of 15 rounds, is 217 mm long, weighs 960 grams, has a caliber of 9 mm, uses a 9x19 mm NATO standard bullet, and has an initial velocity of 390 meters per second. The bullet that hit Xiang Jie's head was a 9 mm caliber bullet."

Feng Shaomin remembered the pistol model, bullet caliber, and even trajectory. His memory was still fresh. It had been more than five years, but the sound of the gunshot still lingered in his ears. He would never forget the day Xiang Jie died. Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with tears.

He knew what secret Lao Lu knew. After more than five years, he finally got some news about Xiang Jie. He tried to calm himself and not let himself be overwhelmed by his emotions. He asked, "The bullet in your right hand?" After he asked this question, he found that his throat was sticky and his teeth were trembling slightly.

Lu Yougang must have known how he felt at the moment. He sighed and said, "Old Feng, this is why I came to see you today. The bullet in the evidence bag on my right hand was left behind when Lu He was chasing the white-helmeted gangster yesterday. The bullet hit the trash can on the road. We inspected the bullet overnight and conducted a ballistic analysis of the scene. Finally, we discovered a shocking fact -"

"This bullet is also an M9 pistol bullet, and it is the same as the one that was shot into Xiang Jie's head. Although we cannot confirm whether it is an imported M9 pistol or a high imitation, we have confirmed that it is the same type of pistol. After more than five years, this pistol has appeared again. Old Feng, the murderer who killed your apprentice has been found... According to my deduction, the murderer who killed Xiang Jie is the White Helmet!"

In the corridor at the door, Meng Siqi walked back from the interrogation room of Yao Renjun, silent all the way. Just as he reached the door, he heard someone in the office say, "The murderer of your apprentice has been found", "The murderer of Xiang Jie is the White Helmet!"

She was very sensitive to the white helmet. Not only did she hurt Lu He's palm yesterday, but he might also be the main culprit in the Seattle club case. However, she had never heard of Xiang Jie's name. At this time, Zhao Leiting suddenly grabbed her arm.

Meng Siqi turned his head and saw Zhao Leiting shaking his head. Meng Siqi immediately understood what he meant. He meant not to go in for the time being. Maybe Zhao Leiting knew Xiang Jie.

Meng Siqi stood there, not knowing what to do next. Zhao Leiting patted his ears gently, meaning for her to listen first.

Meng Siqi also decided to listen to what was going on. A hoarse man's voice came from the office again: "Old Feng, I deeply regret the sacrifice of your apprentice. In fact, Director Liu suggested that I not tell you this for the time being, but I think that since the two bullets are highly overlapped and the murderer has reappeared, I think there is no reason not to tell you."

Meng Siqi seemed to understand something. Feng Shaomin used to have a disciple named Xiang Jie, but he died by being hit by a bullet. The most recent bullet was highly consistent with the bullet from that year, so it was speculated that the murderer had appeared again.

Then came Feng Shaomin's sad voice: "I know, thank you Lao Lu, Xiang Jie's death... I know what to do..."

At this moment, Meng Siqi finally understood why Feng Shaomin was indifferent and even "disdained" her when Han Changlin assigned her to be his apprentice on the day she first came to the second team. Later, Feng Shaomin repeatedly stopped her from appearing on the scene, and even if she did, he was afraid that she would walk in front of him.

She finally understood Feng Shaomin's inner pain. Perhaps a few years ago, his apprentice Xiang Jie died while performing a mission and appeared on the scene, so he was unwilling to accept another apprentice, and even if he did, he would be too protective of him.

Perhaps, on the day Xiang Jie died, Feng Shaomin was also extremely crazy, just like yesterday when she shot the gangster and Feng Shaomin rushed to her side. With that mad look of losing his beloved, he could no longer face the accident that befell his second apprentice.

She also quickly remembered what Gui Xiangyang said during the interrogation: he said Feng Shaomin made a mistake. Perhaps Xiang Jie's death was the biggest mistake in Feng Shaomin's life, and he may have never gotten over it.

Her thoughts were in a mess and her eyes were getting moist. After the man said a few more words, Feng Shaomin suddenly said, "Old Lu, please promise me one thing. Before the murderer is caught, this matter must be kept secret from Chen Jierong... I know that Xiang Jie pursued her back then. If it weren't for me, maybe they..."

Feng Shaomin suddenly burst into tears. It was the cry of a man who had suppressed his emotions to the extreme. This was the first time Meng Siqi heard Feng Shaomin cry. It was such a sad and heavy cry that he could not forgive himself. He kept saying, "Xiang Jie is very smart. He likes Chen Jierong but never told me... He was afraid that I would know that his relationship would affect his work, so he dodged this matter... In fact, I wish him the best in my heart. If I knew that he would get into trouble, I would never let him put himself in danger. I would definitely urge him to get married to Chen Jierong as soon as possible. Maybe today, they will have children... I am so sorry for them..."

At this point, Feng Shaomin held his nose and mouth with his hands and cried heavily and suppressedly.

Meng Siqi was shocked and saddened. She never thought that Xiang Jie and Chen Jierong also had a relationship. It turned out that the reason why Chen Jierong had not married or even been in love for so many years was because of Xiang Jie.

She once wondered why Chen Jierong was still single when she was so beautiful. Even in the police station, she was a leader and there must be many colleagues who liked her. However, she seemed incompatible with love and always focused on her career.

It turns out that there are so many heartbreaking stories in the police station. The protagonists in the stories, whether Feng Shaomin or Chen Jierong, are people she is very familiar with, and their sadness is also her sadness.

Her eyes were already blurred by tears, and the breath was stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she swore to find the murderer and uncover the truth for her master and Sister Rong.

In the office, the man's tone was heavy: "Old Feng, I understand your feelings. Don't worry. I have only told Liu Ju, Lu He and you about this matter. Chen Jierong is still doing the autopsy of Jia Longhui, and I don't want to delay her work. Old Feng, don't blame yourself too much for the past. There are always disappointments in a person's life, and sacrifice is also inevitable for criminal police. I believe that anyone would stand up like Xiang Jie at that time. Okay, Old Feng, I'm going to go back first. You go on with your work."

Meng Siqi was still immersed in grief when Zhao Leiting suddenly grabbed her arm. Meng Siqi was stunned for a moment and was pulled back a few steps by Zhao Leiting. He whispered, "Be more natural and pretend to go back to the office..."

Meng Siqi understood what he meant. After all, it was not convenient for them to know about this matter for the time being, and even if they knew, it would not be through this method.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man walked out of the office. Meng Siqi lowered her head slightly and tried hard to force a smile, also because she was afraid that the other party would see her depressed. She only heard Zhao Leiting say with a smile: "Hey, Brother Lu, do you have something to ask Han? Han and Brother Feng are both in the interrogation now."

Lu Yougang said, "Xiao Zhao, it's nothing. You guys have been working hard lately."

"It's not hard, Brother Lu." Zhao Leiting gently pushed Meng Siqi, asking her to walk back to the office more naturally, and then said to Lu Yougang, "Brother Lu, take care."

The moment Meng Siqi walked into the office, Feng Shaomin had stopped crying. He turned his back to the door, probably trying hard to suppress his emotions. Perhaps he didn't want her to see his emotions.

Zhao Leiting said: "Brother Feng came here so early."

Feng Shaomin walked to his seat, waved one hand behind him, and said with a barely perceptible sob: "My apprentice is not with you."

Meng Siqi knew how miserable Feng Shaomin was feeling at this moment. She didn't want to go up to him and say anything. She wanted him to digest his sorrow quietly.

But she also wanted to encourage him and give him some comfort, so she replied, "Master, I'm here. I just came back from the interrogation. Yao Renjun confessed today. Don't worry, I will work harder in the future."

After saying this, Meng Siqi realized that he had miscalculated. Feng Shaomin suddenly lowered his head and held his face with one hand. He seemed unable to suppress his emotions anymore, but he tried desperately to suppress them. His shoulders were shaking violently.

Zhao Leiting quickly waved his hand at her, signaling her to stop talking.

Meng Siqi slowly returned to her seat and sat down only after making sure Feng Shaomin was seated. She tried to calm herself down. After all, today she had taken in too many things that she didn't want to know in a short period of time.

She also silently vowed in her heart that she must find the truth and arrest the murderer!