Now that he had made up his mind, Zhang Ke quickly took action.
He came near the police station building where the accident occurred. Perhaps because of the tragedy that had just occurred in the afternoon, the surrounding area seemed very sparsely populated and desolate.
Except for those who had to pass by this road because they were in a hurry, there were almost no other people nearby. It seemed that everyone was subconsciously avoiding this ominous place.
The police under investigation near the building pulled a yellow line to signal that idlers were not allowed to enter, but strangely there were almost no patrolling police officers around, only a symbolic little policeman sitting in a police car dozing off, who looked okay.
Very young.
Logically speaking, there should be a large number of police and experts at the crime scene to conduct investigations, experience and verification, right? Or has this work been completed in the afternoon, so the personnel have been withdrawn for the time being?
Zhang Ke took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into the building - but in fact it was equivalent to entering in a big way. After all, the only person who could play a patrol and surveillance role was dozing off with his eyes closed.
"strangeness--"
After entering the police station building, Zhang Ke had already been mentally prepared to witness a scene of tragedy and struggle that was like hell on earth. Even though the bodies had been removed, there might still be some deceased who were struggling for their lives.
trace.
However, the strange thing is that the environment and furnishings in the building are very clean and ordinary. There is not even the slightest trace of the explosion. There are no black marks on the walls, and the tables, chairs and benches are all neatly parked in place, without leaning to either side.
Is it because the explosion didn't happen on the first floor?
With this thought in mind, Zhang Ke slowly walked upstairs. However, no matter which floor it was on, it didn't look like a sudden disaster of the level of an explosion. Apart from the surrounding buildings being empty due to people leaving,
Except for the unusual silence, there was nothing unusual about it.
Could it be that the bomb used by the murderer was made of a special material that would not leave any high-temperature scorch marks or shock waves from the explosion?
No, no, this is too strange. If this is really the case, then what is used to kill so many people? It must not be poison gas, right???
He walked around every corner of the building with full of questions, but everywhere he went he could only be more certain that this was just an ordinary empty building. No disasters or accidents had happened. Even the fire protection equipment was still there.
Stay well and then return to your original position.
"Forget it... If we continue like this, we won't be able to produce any results."
After walking around for a few more times, the strange coldness emitted by the empty building in the middle of the night under the night wind made Zhang Ke feel a little fuzzy, and he retreated and prepared to leave.
But before leaving, he had one more thing to do, and his trip couldn't be in vain.
Following the name tag on the office door, he arrived at Ye Suling's office. Li Hao, as her deputy, was also in the same room as her.
Because he always felt a little confused, Zhang Ke accidentally picked up an empty bucket in the corner of the office, filled half a bucket of water into the toilet, then stepped on the chair and placed it on the ajar door frame.
In this way, once someone breaks in, they will be showered by the falling bucket, giving themselves an advance warning.
Although it is not clear who he is wary of, in such an environment, it seems that only by preparing in this way can Zhang Ke feel a little more at ease.
Afterwards, Zhang Kecai walked into the room, first took out a notebook from the drawer of Li Hao's desk, and found that there were indeed many copy paintings about Ye Suling inside - this was not the first time he had seen it.
After picking out the colored wedding painting and carefully folding it into a small piece of dried tofu, Zhang Ke put it in his jacket pocket and then turned his eyes to the desk behind him.
——There is a cup of coffee that has completely gone cold on the table, and it is not instant, but ear-hanging.
The Orange Cat brand ear-hanging coffee bag is still hanging lonely on the edge of the cup, with a few hints of cold and bitter fragrance wafting from it.
The coffee is very strong. When you get closer and smell it, you feel like you are smelling Chinese medicine. Apparently, Ye Suling mistakenly thought that her mental state was very bad because of her repeated absences when questioning Zhang Ke and Yuan Mengmeng during the day.
Strong coffee bar.
In addition, next to the coffee cup, there was a half-eaten cereal energy bar, and a few oatmeal fragments were sprinkled on the table. She vaguely remembered that Ye Suling had been investigating and asking about the situation from morning to afternoon. Apparently, she was making up for it when the attack occurred.
This is a very simple "lunch".
Judging from her appearance and age, although Ye Suling is experienced and decisive in her work, she seems to be one or two years younger than herself, which is the most delicate and youthful time in a woman's life.
Just since she chose to work as a police officer, she abandoned the beauty, makeup and entertainment gossip that her peers were passionate about, and walked through the bloody storms and suspicions of sin every day, even squeezing through the gaps when eating.
come out.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ke couldn't help but feel a little heartfelt for this woman who had interrogated him several times.
Although he knew it was rude to do so, he couldn't help but flip through the things on the bookshelf next to his work desk. He wanted to take this opportunity to learn more about Ye Suling's personal privacy so that he could gain her trust in the next reincarnation.
.
In addition to a large number of files and books related to criminal investigation, there are only some newspapers and legal magazines, which are not particularly identifiable, and there is not even a fashion magazine. It really makes people sigh how dedicated she is.
Finally, a CD album box slipped from Zhang Ke's hand. He picked it up and took a closer look. The cover showed an old wooden piano viewed from above. The overall shape was very simple, and there were a few words written on the edge:
"Lei Guangxia "The Secret Word of Time""
"The secret word of time - I seem to have heard this song." Zhang Ke murmured to himself.
Although he lost memories of his past and interactions with people he daily interacted with, he still remembered other things clearly.
For example, he knows what Newton's three laws are, he also understands basic English conversation, he knows who the star is singing and dancing rap on TV, and he recognizes the name of the man who looks like a wolf warrior on the movie poster.
To put it simply, he still has an impression of all memories that are not directly related to his life, or basic knowledge - otherwise, he would have become illiterate by now.
Therefore, although the name Lei Guangxia is a bit unfamiliar, if you think about it carefully, you will find several familiar melodies that will come out of your mouth unconsciously.
However, this female singer named Lei Guangxia is obviously not a star active in the mainstream public's view. She should be a very low-key independent musician.
Zhang Ke was thinking this, and his wrist accidentally touched the mouse on the side of the desktop.