Bai Shihui was sitting in a small room. Apart from chairs, the only largest table in the room was the table in front of him.
He tried and made mistakes before and did not die.
Bookmark naturally kept his word, agreed to his request, and let him participate in this matter.
In other words, Bookmark is happy to see this.
Because the special class had clear regulations before, people outside the special class were not allowed to take the initiative to investigate strange incidents.
Otherwise, during the investigation, there will be some mentally unstable supervisors who may easily coerce ordinary people to try and make mistakes.
So, what is the difference between this behavior and a murderer?
and…
If things go on like this, special classes, let alone investigating strange incidents, will easily develop the feeling that ordinary people are just ants.
Although, it is indeed the case.
But the special class is to be the protector of mankind, not to be the villain.
Bai Shihui sat on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows. He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. He looked at the clock next to him and saw that it was already two o'clock in the evening.
Thinking about it, he returned his gaze to the table.
The table is filled with files. These files contain information on people who have been killed by "Ghost Calls" in the past few hours.
The files are piled densely together, from left to right.
Bai Shihui could still count before, but now he is numb.
A few hours ago, he saw so many files, and he was filled with panic. Even though he had been in the police force for so many years, he had witnessed gangsters killing people in front of him.
Can…
When human life turned into files, stacked on top of each other, his heart trembled.
So many people have died, and society is still at peace. Even ordinary people don't know what happened.
This allowed him to see the energy and power of special classes for the first time.
dong dong dong
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
"Hello, Baishi Police Department..." A little girl came in with a smile on her face, holding a stack of files in her hands and placing them on the table. "This is the number of new deaths in the last half hour. I will give you this
Already."
Seeing the little girl's smile, Bai Shihui remained silent and said nothing.
He had asked the other party before why he could still laugh despite the death of so many people, but the little girl just glanced at him coldly.
Now he won't ask.
If so many people died for every weird incident, then the people working in the special department would have been numb for a long time.
Now…
When human lives become numbers, isn't he already a little numb?
However, Bai Shihui still stopped the little girl in front of him and asked silently, "How many people have died so far?"
"The known death toll is 1,362." The little girl looked at Bai Shihui, who looked pale and haggard, "Are there any questions?"
"there is none left."
The door was closed, and Bai Shihui picked up a file again and started to look at it.
According to Master Bookmark, this weird thing only kills specific people who comply with the rules, which means that there must be something in common among these dead people.
Bai Shihui did not doubt it, because this was the experience of investigating weird things in the special class for so many years.
However, he has been looking through files one after another for several hours now, but he still hasn't seen any similarities.
Not to mention, these deceased people are of all ages. Judging from their experiences, most of them are different.
Should we look at it based on gender? Then wouldn’t all human beings have to die?
Bai Shihui knew that there must be some similarities between them, but he didn't discover them himself.
certainly…
As a policeman with a keen sense of smell, Bai Shihui also discovered something strange.
It has been six hours since he arrived at the special class at nearly eight o'clock last night, and he has read almost hundreds of files.
Bai Shihui found that people in their fifties and above accounted for more than fifty percent of the deaths.
In addition, teenagers aged 12 to 17 account for about 20%.
The remaining 30 percent are people of other age groups.
perhaps…
We can start from the age aspect, first find out the files of older people and find their similarities?
After all, it is very difficult to find similarities among more than a thousand files, like finding a needle in a haystack.
In addition, a lot of information is useless, but you have to read it, which results in your mind being filled with a lot of unused information.
He doesn't even know which ones are useful and which ones are useless.
Because it was his first time to participate in such an extraordinary event, he had no experience at all and was no different from a newcomer.
Thinking about it, Bai Shihui started to take action.
seven in the morning.
Bai Shihui's eyes were red and bloodshot. He subconsciously wanted to take a sip of coffee, then picked up the cup, only to find that the coffee had already been drunk.
He couldn't help but yawned for the first time.
dong dong dong
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
This time, it was not a little girl who came in, but a middle-aged man in casual clothes.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I am the Shiraishi Police Department of Kochi City." After receiving Shiraishi Hui's response, Akimura smiled slightly, "I am Akimura from Nankoku City, and I have the same position as you."
"Qiucun?" Bai Shihui looked at Qiucun's face, feeling a little familiar, and suddenly remembered something, "Qiucun Hang?"
"you know me?"
"Of course, the story of your heroic rescue of the hostages from the kidnappers has been circulated in the Qiucun Police Department." Bai Shihui was slightly surprised, "Sorry, sorry, I was confused when I read the information, and it took me a long time to recognize it was you. You.
But my senior, I didn’t expect that you would also come to the special class.”
Although Shiraishi Teru and Akimura Hang didn't know each other before and had only heard each other's deeds, they were both transferred to special classes, so they naturally felt like companions.
The two of them didn't exchange pleasantries for too long, both knowing that the matter was urgent.
And Akimura Ko was transferred to replace Shiraishi Teru. After all, it was impossible for Shiraishi Teru to sit here and read information 24 hours a day. He had to rest.
Bai Shihui also understood clearly from Qiucun Hangkou.
In addition to them, several police officers also came to the special section, all juniors and seniors with rich experience and keen sense of smell.
After handing over the work and handing over the ideas he had written down in his notebook to Akimura Hang, Shiraishi Teru said goodbye to him.
Special classes have places to eat and rest.
Therefore, he cannot leave until this strange incident is investigated clearly.
After Bai Shihui had breakfast in the cafeteria, he did not go to rest immediately. His mind was full of yesterday's files.
But even after one night, he couldn't find any similarities.
"Shiraishi Police Department."
Hearing a familiar voice, Bai Shihui looked up and saw that it was the little girl who was responsible for delivering the files last night.
Before he could speak, the little girl handed the thing in her hand directly to him.
Under Bai Shihui's puzzled eyes, the little girl said bluntly, "This is a relic that your wife handed over to the special class last night and belongs to your father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Thank you." Bai Shihui took the things. After the little girl left, he opened the silk cloth of the package and found a sticky note with his wife's handwriting.
"Dear, yesterday the people from our headquarters went back to my hometown with me and collected all my parents' things. I stayed at my hometown for one night, and when I got up to clean the room in the morning, I found a diary embedded in the wall by my father. I hope
It will help you solve the case. Come on! (`)”
Seeing Yan's expression, Bai Shihui smiled warmly. He put away the sticky note and looked at the diary in his hand.
The diary in front of me is old and rough, full of a sense of age.
Thinking about it, Bai Shihui did not open it immediately, but returned to his lounge.