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"Police Officer Wang, Police Officer Wang!"

Wang Zhenhua had just gotten off work when he heard someone calling him.

"Xuemo! What's wrong with you?"

Wang Zhenhua looked at Xue Mo cautiously, then looked around and asked.

"Shh!" Xue Mo quickly put his hand to his lips: "Officer Wang, I want to ask you something."

"What's going on? It's so mysterious." Wang Zhenhua looked at Xue Mo in confusion.

"Are you off work? Let's talk in the cafeteria next door?"

Xue Mo said and kept looking behind Wang Zhenhua.

"Get off, let's go, we just need to eat."

Wang Zhenhua nodded and asked again: "What are you looking at?"

"Shh!" Xue Mo quickly put his finger to his lips again: "I see Officer Li is here. Don't let him see me, otherwise I will be in trouble again today."

A few minutes later, at the door of the cafeteria, Wang Zhenhua touched his wallet distressedly.

Why pay by yourself again?

This blood ink, no, this Xiao Li, if he gets into trouble, you have to wipe his ass yourself.

"Officer Wang, the mutton skewers in this store are on sale!"

Xue Mo said excitedly: "One yuan per string, so cheap!"

"Discount?"

Wang Zhenhua looked at the sign and was a little surprised.

This store has been open for several years, and the products have always been of high quality and low prices, but this is the first time it is discounted!

"Walk around and have a taste."

Wang Zhenhua looked at the strings of sizzling mutton skewers with interest.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s delicious or not. Let’s just talk about the price. It’s really cheap!

These days, a smaller size of mutton skewers costs two yuan and a half per skewer. One yuan for such a large skewer may not be enough.

"Boss, is there any happy event in your family today?"

Wang Zhenhua walked to the window, put down the glass and asked.

"That's right!"

Across the glass, the chubby chef was flipping the meat skewers in his hand while chatting with Wang Zhenhua.

"Officer Wang, you have been eating here for several years, right?"

"It's been more than three years." Wang Zhenhua counted the time.

"Then I'll treat you to twenty mutton skewers today. Sit next to me. I'll bring them to you when they're cooked."

"Young, why are you so enthusiastic? Are you happy together?"

Seeing that his boss was happy, Wang Zhenhua smiled and started chatting with him.

"My dad turns sixty-sixth tomorrow!"

The fat boss sprinkled a handful of cumin as he spoke.

"Then I won't be polite."

The aroma of cumin was immediately stimulated when it encountered fire, making Wang Zhenhua's index finger move.

"Boss, give me ten skewers."

Xue Mo swallowed, staring directly at the mutton skewers, and took out his mobile phone to pay.

"Okay, okay, don't pay."

Wang Zhenhua quickly stopped him: "The boss will give me twenty skewers, and you will share half of them."

"Can……"

"Don't refuse, just think of it as apologizing for Xiao Li. You must never tell Liu about Xiao Li's matter, okay?"

Wang Zhenhua interrupted Xue Mo's words.

"That's...ok, thank you Officer Wang." Xue Mo scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Sit down, sit down."

Officer Wang greeted Xue Mo and sat on the seat closest to the window.

"Why did you come to see me before?"

"Oh, yes." Xue Mo then remembered the purpose of coming today: "Officer Wang, I would like to ask where I can buy police uniforms."

"Police uniform?" Wang Zhenhua was stunned: "Why did you buy a police uniform?"

"I..." Xue Mo hesitated.

"Don't mess around!"

Wang Zhenhua immediately became alert. There are many people who buy police uniforms and do bad things.

"No, no, listen to me."

Xue Mo quickly explained.

"I wore a police uniform back from the city bureau, but after washing it and drying it on the balcony, it disappeared for some reason, so I wanted to buy a set and return it to Team Wang."

"Oh, that's it." Wang Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, just tell Captain Wang."

"The King's team has plenty of this, so I don't care about one or two."

"Really?" Xue Mo was still a little panicked. After all, police uniforms are still somewhat sacred in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Really." Wang Zhenhua nodded confidently: "If you are really worried, let's do this. I will find you one of my old ones."

"Thank you, Officer Wang."

Xue Mo quickly stood up and solemnly thanked him.

"I'm going to buy some wine. Officer Wang, please wait for me for a while."

After saying that, Xue Mo walked out the door.

…

"Have you heard? A lot of beggars have disappeared in our city recently."

A man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase said to his companions.

"A beggar?" The companion was stunned: "If you go missing, just go missing. Isn't it nice? It's annoying to see him every day."

"You can't say that. No matter what, it's still a human life. If you've been missing for such a long time and can't be found, maybe..."

"That's not the case. Could it be that they have changed places?" The companion was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't like those beggars, he didn't want them to die.

"It's hard to say. If you look at the newspaper, there are fifty-two missing people, all under the age of forty-five. The longest disappearance has been thirty-seven days."

The man in a suit pointed to the newspaper in his hand.

"Forty-five years old and not an old man, why would he disappear inexplicably if nothing happened? Even if they change places, more than fifty people will be transferred in batches?"

"It's a bit strange for you to say that."

"Sorry to bother you."

While the two were communicating, a man wearing a black top hat and a black windbreaker stopped them.

"Where did you buy your newspaper?"

"Are you also interested in disappearances?" The man in the suit pointed to Baoting not far behind him: "That's right there, Chixin Daily."

"Okay, thank you."

After thanking him, the man hurriedly walked towards Baoting.

…

"Old Liu, is this really possible?" Captain Wang kept pacing in the room: "Isn't this just a warning?"

"It's just to scare away the enemy." Old Liu drank tea leisurely, not panicking at all.

That's right, the idea of ​​printing the newspaper was Lao Liu's. It was a risky move, and even Team Wang thought about it for a long time before making up his mind.

"well."

Captain Wang sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Old Liu. Please give me some advice on those two murders."

"Go to the scene. With this kind of death, I don't believe there is no evidence at the scene."

Old Liu took a few wolfberries from the bag on Captain Wang's desk and threw them into his quilt.

"I've looked for it four or five times, and it's really not there."

Team Wang has always been puzzled by this.

What kind of psychology did the deceased have when he died? He didn't even leave any clues.

"Then you didn't find it."

Old Liu took out a piece of paper, first wrote the word "blood", and then used a pen to repeatedly draw on the paper to cover up the word.

"You see, even if the murderer manages to do damage, he will leave traces after all. The only difference is whether he leaves clues or traces that cover up clues."