After calming down for a long time and feeling like he was okay again, Li Anran reopened the file. Unexpectedly, he had a huge reaction in his stomach. He quickly ran to the side and knelt on the ground, and started vomiting in front of the spittoon.
He vomited all over the place, and someone passing by in the corridor saw him and called Li Ningbo back quickly.
Until the bile was almost gone, Li Anran sat slumped on the ground, gasping for air. The office was filled with the sour smell of vomit, and onlookers quickly opened the windows to disperse the smell.
A female police officer ran out to fetch water for Li Anran to rinse his mouth. Someone brought a washbasin towel for him to wash his face, and someone replaced a new spittoon can. After a while of commotion, Li Anran waved his hand, "I'll just take a rest."
"You kid, you can really pretend." Li Ningbo reached out and rubbed his back hard a few times, "It's okay, vomit." I got used to it after I vomited. When my uncle shot someone for the first time, he also vomited..." When Li Anran heard this, he pushed him away and knelt on the spittoon again. He vomited wildly in front of the can.
That night, he slept in the city bureau dormitory and slept until dawn. He didn't wake up until there was a whistle outside.
When he got up, he found that his clothes had been changed, and he didn’t know whose clothes they belonged to. They were a little too small and stretched very uncomfortable on his body.
"Are you awake? Come and have something hot." Li Ningbo opened the door and came in, holding two aluminum boxes in his hands. The fragrance of white porridge penetrated into Li Anran's nostrils, and then his stomach Then he started to cry "coo coo".
Hearing Li Anran's stomach growl, Li Ningbo couldn't help laughing, "Good guy, I finally know I'm hungry. Eat quickly and go home after eating. You don't have to worry about this case."
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"No, I can get used to it." Li Anran took the aluminum box and ate the porridge and steamed buns without even bothering to eat them. He didn't even bother to eat the pickles and finished them off in a few times.
Li Ningbo has long been accustomed to his eating habits, and there are many people in the army who have ugly eating habits, but he is still considered civilized.
"Are you sure? Don't hold on, or you will vomit again."
"I can do it." Li Anran has a temper that refuses to admit defeat, otherwise he would not have defeated such a big enemy. cause. He knew this physical discomfort and would get better if he got used to it.
When he sat down in the conference room again, he saw a big iron cylinder beside his legs and a tea vat full of hot water on the table. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that everyone didn't have enough confidence in him. Everything is ready, just waiting for him to vomit.
Whether he wanted to or not, he still vomited after all. Fortunately, he vomited once this time and never vomited again.
He carefully checked the contents of the file several times. This time, the reaction in his stomach was very small, and it passed after a while.
The deceased Cui Xin was a very ordinary street clerk. He was fifty-eight years old and could retire honorably in two years. Unexpectedly, he wasBrutal killing.
According to the file, this person is very active in his work and his unit thinks highly of him.
His job resume is very simple. After graduating from a technical school, he worked as an ordinary clerk in the puppet government for several years before liberation. After liberation, he went to the subdistrict office as a clerk after being reviewed. The main reason was that he was literate. And I have no bad records in the past, so I got this job and have been doing it until now.
My emotional experience is also very simple. Before liberation, I married a rural wife and gave birth to a daughter. His wife took their only daughter to live in the countryside more than ten years ago, so he has basically lived alone these years. He only takes time off to visit relatives in the countryside during the Chinese New Year.
On a piece of paper, two to three hundred words, Cui Xin’s life was written, ordinary and without any disturbance. This is also a portrayal of life for most people. After all, magnificent things will only belong to a few people.
An extremely ordinary person was tied up like a rice dumpling and ended his life by cutting his throat.
Li Anran felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.
A person who actively works and lives aloof from the world, even if he offends someone, will at most be stabbed to death, but will never be tied up and killed. This is contrary to common sense.
How can killing be so easy to kill? The murderer is not a lunatic, and a lunatic would not tie someone up and then kill him. And the most suspicious thing is that three of Cui Xin's fingers were broken by external forces, indicating that he must have been punished before his death.
Combined with the tunnel of the murderer’s house, a sense of spy war comes to mind. Could this Cui Xin be a remnant of the secrets, holding some secrets in his hands, and be targeted?
After closing the file, Li Anran closed his eyes and began to deduce various possibilities. This deduction does not matter, various plots are coming one after another. What kind of spy war, what kind of underworld vendetta... If those writers with great imagination in the previous life were to write the plot, they would probably be able to write dozens of plots.
According to his understanding, the main elements of the case include criminal behavior, criminal subject, criminal object, criminal result, causal relationship and criminal subjectivity. Looking back at this case, there are basically no elements. The person who escaped can only be regarded as a suspected criminal subject.
The contents of the dossier have been studied repeatedly many times. Although it seems a bit doubtful, there is no evidence chain to support it, so it can only be regarded as a doubt.
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Li Anran closed the file and stretched greatly. Turning his head to look at the gray sky outside the window, he suddenly felt a little dazed. He felt that the scene was familiar, as if he was in a certain world and was looking at the sky outside the window like this.
Suddenly, he laughed out of nowhere.
This phenomenon is called the hippocampal effect in psychology, and almost everyone has experienced it. Some people have experienced dreams in the pastYes, some people just feel like they have experienced it. There are many explanations for this phenomenon, and the original most bizarre explanation was parallel universes.
There are countless selves in countless parallel universes. They are experiencing the same thing at the same time, and because of their different choices, their lives begin to fork in the road. To put it simply, countless selves have experienced countless differences, and finally have countless endings.
These countless selves intersected for some unknown reason, so there was a hippocampus effect of déjà vu.
Originally Li Anran thought this was the most ridiculous explanation, but after his rebirth, he became very interested in parallel universes. Without him, he himself is the best evidence.
"Beep beep..." The door was knocked.
"Please come in." Li Anran calmed down and saw the door being pushed open, and a young policeman walked in.
"Comrade Li Anran, the director said that if you finish reading the file, you can come over."
"I understand, thank you." Li Anran stood up, packed the file, and followed him Went upstairs.
There were several people sitting in the office, almost everyone had a cigarette in their hand, and the room was filled with smoke, as if it was on fire.
Seeing Li Anran come in, everyone else's eyes fell on him.
The miraculous performance yesterday afternoon has spread throughout the city bureau, and many people are very interested in this young man who appeared halfway.
"Have you finished reading the dossier? Sit here, Xiao Zhang, and give Comrade Li Anran a glass of water." Li Ningbo was so enthusiastic that he even stood up and pulled a chair to let his nephew sit next to him.
A police officer in his forties next to him took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Anran, "Here are some, special cigarettes. You can't buy them even if you have money outside."
Li Anran He quickly stood up, stretched out his hands and took it respectfully, "Thank you."
After Li Anran lit the cigarette, Li Ningbo coughed, "Everyone's opinions just now were very good. Let's come down and listen to Comrade Li Anran and see if he has any new ideas."
Li Anran choked on the cigarette and coughed for a while before answering with tears in his eyes. , "I...ahem...don't...ahem...opinion."
Everyone burst into laughter looking at the tearful Li Anran, and the smoking policeman even patted his back. Back said loudly: "I see you are scared... just tell me what you think. It doesn't matter if you are wrong."
After calming down, Li Anran said, "I have finished reading the file. The deceased Cui Xin was an ordinary person who could not be more ordinary. Such a person should not have any mortal enemies or any huge conflicts of interest. He had been punished before he was killed, and his death was so tragic. I feel this. People should not be ordinary people."
Everyone listened to him quietly, no one even coughed, and his voice echoed throughout the room.sound.
"An extraordinary person has an extremely ordinary resume. I personally feel that this person's background needs to be re-investigated, and it must be investigated carefully on a large scale, and no detail can be missed."
"Then how far do you think the investigation will go?" Uncle Li Ningbo asked.
"Start the investigation from the time he is born. Every age group needs to have a witness, and every witness also needs to be reviewed."
"Hiss..." in the room There was a sound of sucking air.
You must know that liberation was only thirty years ago. To start from birth, it means to check the history of the twenty-eight years before liberation. This is not just difficult, but extremely difficult. It can be said that it is impossible to complete. task.
The policeman who was smoking frowned, "Why do you need to check like this? What are you suspecting?"
"I suspect he is an enemy agent."
When these words came out, there was a buzz of discussion in the room.