Police Detective

"The season of resurrection, ah"

"What the hell." Sun Jie looked at Wang Liang, who was a little sick: "There are four seasons in this place? It's summer all year round."

"What do you know?" Wang Liang stretched out: "My wife told me yesterday that the peach trees over there in Shangjing are all in bloom."

"Spring in the north did come a little late this year, just like a flash."

"It's been four or five months." Liu Shuyuan looked to the south: "They've been there for half a month."

"Well, there are basically reports every day." Sun Jie looked at his watch: "They usually report the situation at night."

"I think they are still interesting. We stay here and get bored every day," Wang Liang complained.

"When I came to Mengcheng with Bai Song last year, I said we should see more of the area and learn more about it. Who knew we would have to be here for so long?" Sun Jie also sighed when he heard Wang Liang's complaints.

Time passed very quickly, and half a year had passed since the time when we discussed going to X place.

The arrest this time was much more troublesome than the last time. The relevant departments went to negotiate several times, but to no avail.

Yes, we encountered resistance. Everyone knew there was a problem, but no one could do anything about it. They could only prepare, prepare, and prepare again.

During this period, many people were a little anxious, but Bai Song and Wang Huadong were not. They had been receiving some professional training for four full months.

Bai Song proposed the concept of "professional police" a long time ago, but he himself knew that this was difficult to implement.

The police are different from the soldiers. What the soldiers need is young, good physical fitness, and able to follow orders and prohibitions, while the police often need very rich experience, which means that good police officers are older.

An 18-year-old can be a good firefighter, but not a good detective.

It is very unrealistic for older police officers to regard police work as a full-time job, regardless of family and other matters of their own. Such ideas and concepts gradually faded away after Bai Song worked for several years.

But in the past few months, Bai Song has really experienced the "professional policeman" for a while, that is, studying, training, re-learning, and re-training without any distractions, with only one purpose: to serve as a task force and go to X location to handle the case.

There, there is not much official support, so all you can do is sneak in and understand, find some internationally recognized evidence, and finally put pressure on the local area.

There are more than a thousand types of laws in the world. In some places gambling is legal, in some places gambling is legal, and in other places some special services are allowed. According to international law, each country has the power to make laws, but this power also has boundaries.

Crimes such as terrorism, arms smuggling, black money, and crimes against humanity are internationally recognized felonies and are also within the jurisdiction of the ICPO.

Bai Song and others went on this trip in order to obtain some evidence and obtain some local connections in Mimei, so that they would not be missed when the time comes.

X place.

There were a total of six people who came here this time, two of them were anti-inquisition policemen who had been here all along, and two were local police officers from southern Xinjiang. They had all undergone strict training and worked in pairs.

Too many people are not conducive to hiding, and it is too dangerous to be alone. It is best for two people to rely on each other. Not only that, the two people in each of these three groups have a very good tacit understanding.

Bai Song and Wang Huadong have been here for half a month, and they haven't taken a shower for a month now. They both smell bad. Bai Song was very hard-working. He always maintained a hunched posture, his eyes were dull, and his clothes were a little bit unflattering, but he looked at them for at least several years.

Wang Huadong is worse than Bai Song. His skin has ulcers in many places. His skin is so bad that his hair can be used as a bird's nest.

The two of them were together, and neither one disliked the other. They hooked up and entered a tavern where local poor people went.

"Baidu, what kind of person is this?" asked the doorman at the door of the small restaurant. (Who are you looking for)

"Special sand", Bai Song pointed inside. (Have a meal)

Mandarin or some dialects are actually spoken in place X, but there are still many locals who speak the local language. This restaurant is relatively run-down, and people like Bai Song rarely go there to eat, so the doorman asked this question. Although Bai Song and his wife were in such a state of desolation, most Chinese people would not come to this kind of place.

There is no menu here. They mainly sell beer and some local wines with alcohol content ranging from ten to sixty or seventy degrees. They come in all colors, and some even have a bitter taste. What we eat is just enough to satisfy our hunger, mostly fried. No one knows what kind of fried food it is, it looks like unrefined petroleum.

Bai Song's language proficiency was not good enough, but he still ordered two bottles of local wine and a plate of fried food. After looking around, he found the nearest table and sat down.

It was relatively dark inside. Several people were staring at Bai Song. The person at the counter shouted something, but Bai Song didn't understand. The one who looked at the gestures probably understood and paid the bill.

Standing up with difficulty, Bai Song rummaged through his pockets, looking through two trousers pockets. They were stained with oil, but there was not a cent. Then he walked to Wang Huadong, leaned close to him, and groped around in his pockets. , and had no money, so he touched his jacket pocket again, took out 5 yuan of RMB and several small denominations of currency, each of which was not very clean, and stuffed them together to the clerk.

The clerk was at the counter - if this can be called a counter. He took the money from Bai Song, counted it, pulled out half of the fried things in the pot, and then fried other things.

Bai Song ignored this, opened both bottles of wine, handed one to Wang Huadong, then leaned against the shiny and black wall next to him, and drank the wine.

Everyone else no longer looked at Bai Song and the two of them, knowing that they probably wouldn't be able to get a penny out of their pockets.

Generally speaking, the Chinese people here will not be as miserable as Bai Song and the two of them. If it comes down to this level, it would be better to go back to jail and beg than here. If you live like this, you will not dare to go back. 80% of them are wanted. .

This was not uncommon, and no one in the room was interested.

But not everyone was uninterested. At the table next to Bai Song, he stood up unsteadily with a bowl in his hand, walked over, looked at Bai Song holding the bottle, and said: "Houma, he's like this" (put it there) ), Bai Song shook his head. He understood this sentence, and he waved his hand directly to signal the man to go away.

The man was a little swaying, but he still waved to the people at the table next to him and chatted a lot. Bai Song didn't quite understand. He simply asked for their drinks to be shared equally.

But this person obviously didn't have that strong appeal, and others ignored him. He was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to go back.

Bai Song looked at this man's eyes and looked at the things hanging on his back. He knew that he had slipped away. The things here were cheaper, but it was really miserable for this guy to have no money to buy wine.

Seeing that he was about to take action, Bai Song ignored him and allowed the man to punch him. Following the punch, Bai Song fell directly, knocking over the broken table next to him.

Now the clerk who was frying things quit, he went up and kicked the one who hit people, and then kicked him out.

Bai Song seemed fine and got up and continued drinking. However, from the beginning to the end, Wang Huadong didn't even look at Bai Song and kept playing with his pus-oozing wound.

Bai Song looked around. There were more than a dozen people here, mostly locals, but there was one lying in the corner who looked like a northerner. The skin on this person's face has turned purple, his eye sockets have sunken, the entire skin on his body has turned black, and his blood vessels and muscles have sunk in. Looking at this, if the nurse wanted to draw blood, he would have to try it from the vein in the thigh.

The two of them drank wine and listened to the chatter of the people in the room. They basically couldn't understand a word. The dialect here was very thick and they spoke very fast, which was not enough for their level.

At this time, the one lying on the ground, his cell phone rang, and he started talking in dialect. It sounded like the dialect from Fujian and Zhejiang, but Bai Song could understand it.

Simply put, he said he didn't dare to be a donkey, but he finally agreed.

Bai Song knew that this was not the goal he wanted, so he didn't stare at this person at all. Even if he left here and went out, Bai Song didn't take a second look.

I came here today because I had information. Someone wanted to meet here, but it was definitely not the person who was lying on the ground just now.

The house smells very strong, and there are a lot of mosquitoes and flies. Many of the mosquitoes here carry malaria disease, but Bai Song and Wang Huadong were vaccinated against malaria DNA before coming here, so there is no taboo against mosquito bites.

At this time, the clerk also brought the fried things. Bai Song picked one up, it was very hot, and put it down again, then leaned against the wall and drank slowly.

This should be worse than horse urine. Bai Song doesn’t know how to blend this wine. There may be a whole set of periodic table of elements in it. The taste

got used to.

Bai Song swallowed a big sip, and seemed to enjoy the stimulation of the alcohol. He looked outside, then at Wang Huadong, found the most comfortable movement, and just stood there stunned and rested.