Chapter 22 Internship in the Intelligence Department
In this way, I started my internship life as an investigator in the 749 Bureau Investigation Division.
My instructor was none other than Lin Qianyi. During the trip to Hong Kong, Lin Qianyi suffered serious injuries. Although the bandages had been removed long ago, Gao Liang and other leaders were worried that Lin Qianyi would not recover from her injuries.
Well, I asked her to be my trainee teacher. In name, she was to guide me in my study and training for the past three months. In fact, she was given a long vacation.
However, Lin Qianyi did not appreciate the leader's concern and noisily asked Gao Liang to assign her new tasks. As a result, Gao Liang was forced to panic and confiscated all her identity documents, which cut off her ability to secretly go out to investigate.
idea.
This move not only made Lin Qianyi angry to death, but also hurt me, because after that, Lin Qianyi took all her temper out on me and started to train me with a attitude that was a hundred times more severe than Wang Daquan in the past.
Now that I think about it, the military training Wang Daquan gave me back then was not even considered to be about moving my muscles and bones here.
The specific training content is as follows: Every morning, Lin Qianyi will knock on my door, pull me up from the bed, and start the morning appetizer - five kilograms of sandbags tied to my body, walking around 749 rounds.
I ran twenty laps around the building. When I ran for the first time, I was hungry and tired. By the time the run was over, I was already lying on the ground and vomiting, which made the armed police soldiers who went out for exercise in the morning think I was sick and came here specially.
asked.
Then there was breakfast, and the post-meal exercise after breakfast - grappling training. It wasn't until eleven o'clock at noon, when I was no longer bruised and swollen by Lin Qianyi and almost half dead, that I could have lunch. Of course,
On the first day, I was also helped to the canteen by Lin Qianyi.
What's even more amazing is that after lunch every day, I have to hold a pistol hanging on a brick and pose for two hours at the shooting range on the underground floor. I hold the gun with both hands and raise it flatly above my chest. During this time, my hands do not lower by half a centimeter.
Otherwise, it was just twenty laps of the building upstairs. I was so tired that I cursed in my mind, was this training on marksmanship or weight training?
But compared to these physical tortures, the theoretical classes every afternoon were countless times more painful for me.
Do you still remember that Lin Qianyi once pretended to be a university professor in order to get in with Manager Lei? Now I can be 100% sure that it must be Lin Qianyi who used the certificate given by the 749 Bureau, because in fact she teaches
The level of the teacher is not as good as that of college students who are part-time tutors. They basically read to me according to various manuals. Although I feel drowsy after listening to it every day, I have to cheer up, otherwise I will be at risk.
A bunch of things flew into my face, and I had to experience Lin Qianyi's "grabbing course" again.
But fortunately, after the training and teaching during the day, I have to go to the Information Center for an internship for four hours every day, which does not end until ten o'clock in the evening. Although my eyes may be a little tired, these four hours are basically for me to relax.
time period.
Because my specific job in the intelligence center is to check the suspicious information filtered out by the intelligence system on the computer to confirm whether the information involves mysterious events that need to be investigated by the 749 Bureau. To be more specific, it is actually to look at what netizens are saying
Posts posted on major social forums under various strange names, claiming to be true experiences or personal sightings.
For example, posts with the following titles: "A major UFO incident occurred in XX city, XX province!" "I witnessed a UFO in city Y last night, with pictures attached!" "Is there a ghost in my photo? Please confirm with someone.
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My job is to check the web pages collected by the system, and then use my own judgment to confirm whether what is said in them is true. Then, after sorting out these posts, I will hand them over to the counselor assigned to me by the Intelligence Department.
I will review the information I collected one by one and confirm whether it is necessary to hand it over to the investigation office.
My counselor is a young man about the same age as me. His name is Zhu Dingtian. He sounds very domineering, but unfortunately he is actually a fat man. In private, in the 749 game, he, Wang Jun, and Gao Liang were all called
One of the three fat men in the 749 game. Because he was the youngest, he was also nicknamed Zhu San Fat, or San Fat for short.
Although San Fatty is not very old, he has been in Bureau 749 for almost six years. He was a key member of the Intelligence Bureau when it was first established. I heard that he was originally a talented young hacker among the private sector, but was later recruited by the Bureau and joined the Bureau.
After joining the Intelligence Division, he helped establish the current Intelligence Center.
On the first night of my internship at the Intelligence Center, when I was about to get off work, I went to him with the intelligence I had collected over four hours to confirm the fruits of today's work.
Before coming to the intelligence center, Lin Qianyi had given me numerous warnings, telling me to humbly study hard with the teachers at the intelligence center. It would be best if I could establish a good relationship with them, which might also be helpful in finding my father's whereabouts in the future.
So, I followed Lin Qianyi's instructions and treated myself as a junior on the first day I came to the information center. Even the third fat man who was similar to me in age honestly lowered my profile and asked Teacher Zhu for advice one by one.
But to my surprise, for some reason, the third fat man didn't give me a good look on the first day.
While he was eating, he just glanced at the intelligence information I collected and said, "Are your eyes blind? In the past four hours, you have been looking for some lassi."
The third fat man spoke in a strange and sinister manner. He knew clearly that I was not from the East China Sea, but his words had a strong East China Sea accent, which made people feel disgusted.
But thinking of Lin Qianyi's instructions, I could only suppress my anger and said to him: "No way. Teacher Zhu, I have carefully selected these. If you take a closer look, I think this information is very important."
It’s suspicious and warrants investigation.”
The third fat man seemed to be amused by my words. He smiled, put down the chicken feet he was nibbling, patted the seat next to him and asked me to sit down. He himself clicked on a post I found.
"Is there a need to investigate? Take a look at this for yourself... A three-year-old can tell at a glance that something is fake. Do you think it is necessary to investigate?"
The three fat people are talking about a post I found on a forum. The owner of the post is a seafood dealer, and his hobby is to go off the power grid to catch hares, pheasants and other small animals. He claimed that he was on the power grid one day.
While collecting the power grid by the Yellow River, he encountered a UFO and had a conflict with an alien. During the fight, an alien accidentally touched the high-voltage power grid he had set up and was electrocuted. Afterwards, he removed the alien's body.
The body was kept in a large freezer and went to the Institute of Biophysics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences for testing to confirm the identity of the alien.
Sanpang said that this post can be seen to be fake at a glance, but I don’t believe it, because the poster actually posted many photos of suspected alien corpses on that post. The alien corpses in the photos were human-shaped, and
It is tall and thin, with pale skin, full of wrinkles and no hair. Its eyes are even more peculiar, a pair of red and black compound eyes as big as goose eggs.
At the end of the post, the poster also left his phone number and address, saying that anyone who has questions can come to him in person for verification.
It is precisely because there are not only photos, but also the contact information of the poster himself that I suspect that this news may be true. Since Lin Qianyi has told me before that there are really aliens in this world, then there are
It is not impossible for aliens to be accidentally killed by humans.
But who would have expected that when I told the third fat man these reasons, he would directly spray a mouthful of water on my face while he was drinking water.
"Cuna, how did you get into Bureau 749? Not to mention alien corpses, have you ever seen a real corpse?"
Wu Liang and others had warned me not to reveal the reason why I entered Bureau 749 to anyone except a few leaders and Lin Qianyi. Therefore, the three fat men did not know that I relied on my father and my own abilities.
When I entered the bureau, I just thought that like most of the investigators in the Investigation Division, I was specially recruited from somewhere, such as the police force or the army.
But when it comes to real people’s corpses, I have actually seen them, so I nodded silently.
"Since you have seen it, tell me, what corpse will look like in the photo after being left for a long time? You look at the alien's thighs, they are soft, as if they have no bones. A corpse left
It may rot over time, but it is impossible to bend like in the photo, which is contrary to common sense."
I retorted: "But this is an alien creature. The environment it lives in is probably a low-gravity environment, and it does not need strong bones to support its body like humans."
However, my words did not refute the three fat men. Instead, they made this guy's fat face smile.
He enlarged several photos in the post and added: "Even if the structure of aliens is different from ours, look at the hands and feet of this corpse. Don't you think it looks like something you have seen before?"
I looked at the photo carefully again, and found that it was just like what the third fat man said. The alien's hands and feet seemed a bit familiar, as if...
"Does it look like the pickled pepper chicken feet I'm eating now?" The third fat man picked up a chicken foot and waved it in front of me.
Don't tell me, it looks a bit similar.
He finally concluded: "So, this alien corpse is completely fake. I estimate that this corpse is mostly fake. The main torso is made of silicone, the limbs are made of chicken feet, and the eyes are not
Pig brains are red bean paste, do you need to say more?"
After hearing what he said, I suddenly realized it, but I was a little reluctant: "But if it is fake, why did this guy put his address and contact information online? Isn't he afraid that someone will expose him in person?"
"Afraid? Of course he is not afraid. He even wishes that someone would actually come looking for him."
Sanpang explained to me: "Nowadays, there are so many people who want to be famous. Some people are famous for their real abilities, and some people have nothing to do. So what should we do? They can only rely on cost and gimmicks. Look at this guy,
He also posted his own photos online, I think he probably wanted to use this fake news to make himself an internet celebrity."
At that time, I still couldn’t understand what was going on in this world. If a person wanted to be famous, why wouldn’t he become famous through his own hard work and talent, step by step towards success? Why would he think of engaging in such crooked ways? People like this count.
Once you are famous, what can you do?
When I was young, I was considered a celebrity in my hometown, but that was all because everyone thought I was a monster and an evil child. I was famous at that time, but I didn't feel any happiness at all.