Working Prophet

"Team Han, Team Han, Team Han, wake up, we're at the place you mentioned."

Song Hongbiao woke up Han Bin in the passenger seat. The latter opened his eyes, stretched, then subconsciously put his palm into his pocket and took out half a pack of cigarettes.

Han Bin took one out and held it in his mouth.

Then he went to his trouser pocket to find a lighter, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. Finally, Song Hongbiao, who was driving, took one from the armrest box and gave it to him.

"Captain Han, you just had a nightmare."

"Um?"

"I saw that you kept frowning and muttering while you were sleeping, saying that everything you said was false and false. Could it be that you dreamed of the end of the world again?"

Han Bin lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, opened the car window, and flicked the ashes out, "Maybe I'm too tired these days."

"But in the last murder case, Captain Han, you only slept two days a week. I saw that you were in high spirits. You didn't go home to catch up on your sleep after you were busy, and you even asked someone to play mahjong."

Han Bin snorted, "I'm thirty-five, do you expect me to survive like this all the time?"

"Then don't find work for yourself." Song Hongbiao parked the car on the side of the road.

"Brothers came to Z City to arrest people, and you are tired of squatting on the target every day. Team Han, you are not busy enough, and you came to L City next door. If Director Guo finds out about this, we will definitely be criticized."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll go see someone, ask a few words and go back." Han Bin said, "You think about what to have for dinner in the car."

"What about Team Han, are you treating me to a treat?"

"I invite you." Han Bin said as he pushed the car door open and walked down.

Song Hong watched Han Bin disappear into the opposite neighborhood, then he turned on the radio in the car, found a radio station that played cross talk and listened to it for a while.

About a quarter of an hour later, the co-pilot's door was opened, and Han Bin got into the car again, then took a cigarette from the cigarette box, and lit it.

"Let's go back to City Z."

"Is it done?"

"It's done."

"What's the result?" Song Hongbiao asked curiously.

Han Bin shook his head.

"I don't understand," Song Hongbiao said while shifting gears, "Why do you have to keep an eye on that company called Third Ji, Team Han? Didn't we check it, and they didn't do anything illegal. "

"And even if they violated the law, shouldn't they be under the supervision of the economic investigation? What does it have to do with us? Let me put it bluntly, Team Han, you are somewhat of a bit of a dog meddling with rats."

"Who are you calling a dog?" Han Bin said, "Drive quickly, I'm hungry, go back to City Z to eat rice noodles."

"Hey, why are you eating rice noodles again? Didn't you let me choose, Team Han? I want to eat Haidilao!" Song Hongbiao protested.

"There's no time." Han Bin said, "Don't you have to squat at night?"

"Damn it!" Song Hongbiao was startled, "Captain Han, you are actually this kind of person. From the very beginning, you never thought of inviting me."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, just remember, I will treat you to Haidilao after this case is over."

"It's more or less the same." Song Hongbiao was finally satisfied.

And Han Bin smoked half of the second cigarette, and he opened the car window again. The cold wind outside made his irritable mood calm down a little.

Song Hongbiao said again at this time, "By the way, I remember reading a saying on the Internet that dreams are a manifestation of your subconscious mind. If you often have the same nightmare, it may be related to a tragic experience in your childhood. .”

"There was nothing tragic about my childhood."

"That means you have watched similar movies or novels recently."

"No, I'm so busy that I don't have time to relax."

"That's strange, why do you have nightmares when you're so serious, Team Han? And you always have nightmares over and over again."

Han Bin was silent for a moment and then said, "Tang Mengjia."

"What?"

"Tang Mengjia, the ones I visited just now were her grandpa and grandma." Han Bin explained.

"Then this Tang Mengjia..."

"Eleven-year-old, female, lives with her parents in city B. She is in the fifth grade of elementary school. She fell down the stairs of the school two months ago and unfortunately hit the back of her head. She was later sent to the hospital, but the rescue failed."

"Oh. I seem to have a little impression. Didn't Team Han suspect there was campus bullying at the beginning of this case?

"But after asking around, whether it's her parents or the classmates and teachers around her, they all said that they haven't seen anyone bullying her, so it should be just bad luck."

"What, Team Han, did you find any new clues?" Song Hongbiao saw the traffic jam ahead and honked his horn twice, but the convoy didn't move, so he could only continue to wait and turned his attention to Han Bin The conversation comes up.

"I didn't find anything else about the cause of death, but Tang Mengjia's mother, Dong Yuanli, came to see me again," Han Bin said.

"Really, when? What are you looking for?"

"She told me she saw her daughter again."

"Ah, this kind of thing is very common. Because the family members of the deceased are too sad, some will have hallucinations, but when a person dies, he is dead, and the corpses have been cremated..."

"Tang Mengjia's body was not cremated."

"ah?"

"Her parents signed a body donation letter, so after Tang Mengjia died, the body was directly taken away by the Red Cross."

"Is that so, what's the problem?" Song Hongbiao was puzzled.

"There is no problem in the process. I went to the Red Cross later and found out that Tang Mengjia's body was sent to a research institute, but when I went to that research institute, the researchers there did not allow me to take a look at Tang Mengjia's body.

"It wasn't until I threatened them to apply for a search warrant that they told me that Tang Mengjia's body had been cremated, because something went wrong during the research and her body was no longer usable.

"So I checked all the crematoriums in the city again, and sure enough, I found Tang Mengjia's name in one crematorium, but this time I kept an eye out and found the master who was in charge of the cremation that day.

"But the master didn't have any impression of Tang Mengjia. I asked him if he would forget it. He said that because of his work, he would come into contact with many dead people every day, but at such a young age, if he saw him, he would not be so quick. Forgot."

"Where did Tang Mengjia's body go?" Song Hongbiao was stunned.

"This is the problem." Han Bin said, "I continued to investigate that research institute and found that one of their donors is a company called Wade Health, which has the largest amount of donations and the most frequent donations.

"This is a foreign-funded company headquartered in Switzerland. I couldn't find much information about them in China, but during my investigation, I found out that a consulting company called Third Century has a very close relationship with Wade Health. close.

"They are a consulting company, so it's normal to provide advice to customers." The car was blocked in the middle of the road and Song Hongbiao wanted to smoke.

"But the problem is that Third Century is not a normal consulting company." Han Bin said lightly.