Late Night Bookstore

When you think you are a unique victim, you will be easy.

He would think that God is targeting himself, and he has been abandoned and isolated by the whole world and the whole society.

But when you find that there is an identical unlucky person next to you, you will feel much more comfortable in your heart, feel that God is not bad, at least leave yourself a companion.

This is human nature. Most people who grew up in the countryside should have heard grandma or grandma say not to play near the pond or the river when they were young. scapegoat.

This is just words that intimidate children to play away from the danger zone, but it is this most earthy language that often reflects a lot of simple and deep things.

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette,

Don't panic,

Don't panic,

I was still worried about whether this chain would have any subsequent harm,

But if you look at the police officer with a strong sense of integrity around you, then you are really not afraid at all, nor worried.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yanfeng asked with a breath of smoke.

"This is inconvenient to tell you, explain it this way. My work and you are all striving for socialist modernization and social harmony."

Zhang Yanfeng frowned.

"If you come across a case that is difficult to handle in the future, you can come to the bookstore to look for me to help you. It can only be said that there are so many things that you know more. It may not be a good thing for you."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Zhang Yanfeng's shoulder,

"It's good to continue to be your good policeman."

After Zhou Ze withdrew his hand,

Zhang Yanfeng also reached out and patted his shoulder.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods in this world, and I never believe it."

"Continue to hold on to this belief." Zhou Zechang breathed a sigh of relief. "You will be a dream when I come to you tonight. We can now get to the point and talk about your chain thing. When is that dream? Did you start?

By the way, you seem to have said that it has been more than two decades "

Zhang Yanfeng nodded. "Yes, for more than 20 years, my father is also a criminal policeman. Our family is a family of policemen. My son is also in the police school now."

"amazing."

Zhou Ze doesn't think this is nepotism. Who would be so bored that nepotism calls the whole family to be a policeman or a criminal policeman?

"I remember that year, the year my father sacrificed."

Zhang Yanfeng said very calmly.

Zhou Ze also heard very calmly.

"At that time, I had just been working for less than two years. My father's sacrifice had a great impact on me. To be honest, I was a little depressed and a little scared.

I'm really scared. I'm afraid I will sacrifice myself someday. "

"The police are also people." Zhou Ze said.

"But different, really different, I am ashamed of my fears."

Zhang Yanfeng shook his ashes and continued:

"I had that dream for the first time, and also in that year, I stayed up late to deal with the file of a case, and then fell asleep in the office. That night, I had a long and long dream. Now, it is so clear, I can even remember every picture at that time.

I stood in a cold aisle,

I heard the sound of the chain dragging on the ground,

That place was very cold. It was really cold. I experienced the deepest chill in my life. That time, it was still in my dreams, huh, huh. "

Boss Zhou pulled out his ears. He held Bai Yingying, a female zombie, sleepy every day.

The word "cold" has long been immune.

Normal people can't bear the yin radiated from the body of Baiyingying, but Zhou Ze is as sweet as a cake.

"I saw a man in white clothes walking from a distance. He walked slowly, walking step by step;

On his feet, there was a pair of handcuffs that locked his ankles, and every time he took a step, the chain on the ground would make a banging sound as it was dragged.

That voice has been echoing in my dream for more than two decades.

He came from a distance,

Passing in front of me,

I can't see his face clearly,

His hair is messy,

But when he came to me, I didn't feel cold anymore, and even felt a warmth.

Then, he left, he didn’t seem to see me at all, and went on until he reached the end of the aisle;

then,

He disappeared.

After this, the dream woke up.

There are no waves and no turning points. In fact, it is a very ordinary dream, but it is because that dream is too real, as if it had happened, so I have always remembered it and remembered it for more than 20 years.

After that, when I dream again, no matter what I am doing in the dream, no matter what kind of dream, there will be this anklet on my feet.

That one, originally supposed to be the anklet on the feet of the white man, appeared on me. "

Zhang Yanfeng took a deep breath and spit it out heavily,

"I once asked a psychologist because of the convenience of work, but his answer made me not very satisfied. Do you know what he said?

He said it was my guilty conscience, I was afraid, when I would be exposed, and when something would happen, haha..."

Speaking of which, Zhang Yanfeng smiled, dropped the cigarette **** on the ground, and stomped on it,

"Lao Tzu's life is worthy of the national flag and worthy of the police badge. Did you know that the day my father left the funeral, he was wearing a police uniform and wearing the national flag."

"I believe it."

Zhou Ze looked at Officer Zhang, and honestly, he reminded himself of the director who had bought a book in his bookstore before.

It's like on Weibo, where the city management bullied someone and beat the old woman. There will be many people who forward comments on this kind of news, and those firefighters or police officers are killed for public duties, but few people forward it.

In fact, in this world, the majority of people are still good, otherwise this society would have been chaotic.

The two were silent for about a quarter of an hour, and Zhou Ze took the initiative to break the silence at this time.

"I need to find a way to solve this matter."

Zhou Ze pointed to his feet and stood up.

Opposite this small park is the police station, Zhou Ze suddenly asked:

"Are you in the police station when you dreamed that dream more than twenty years ago?"

"Yes, but the police station was not so big at that time. Ten years ago, the police station was renovated and rebuilt."

"The address hasn't changed, right?"

"Unchanged."

Zhou Ze nodded, "Can you paint?"

"No." Officer Zhang replied straightforwardly, "Do you want me to draw the picture from that dream?"

"Yes, I hope there is a more intuitive embodiment."

"There are experts in this area, I can call him over."

"Will it affect people's rest?"

It's not too early.

"Young people, it's more exercise," Zhang Yanfeng replied in this way.

In a trance,

Zhou Ze seemed to see the way he practiced those intern dogs in his life.

He didn’t return to the police station. This was what Zhou Ze asked for. He always felt weird while staying in the police station to talk about such plausible things, and there was always a kind of irrepressible pressure that suppressed him.

Everyone came to a cafe next to the police station. The little policeman also brought his notebook. The pimple on his face looked very green. He first came to Zhang Yanfeng and said hello:

"Team Zhang is good."

Zhang Yanfeng nodded.

Then the little policeman looked at Zhou Ze again, and asked, "How do you call this?"

"Suspect."

Zhou Ze introduced himself.

"…………"Small police.

Zhang Yanfeng glanced at Zhou Ze and then reached out to signal the little policeman to sit down next to him.

Next, the little policeman opened the notebook and started drawing according to Zhang Yanfeng's description.

This also makes Zhou Ze a bit eye-opening, or, in the eyes of many people, the police are all criminal investigators, but in fact, the police force, especially in these years, more and more other professionals have joined.

It's like the financial scammers who were famous at that time were absorbed into the organization after being caught in prison.

When the little policeman is busy,

Zhou Ze was playing with his mobile phone.

After about two hours,

Zhang Yanfeng nodded, indicating that this was almost done, and then turned the notebook around, toward Zhou Ze, and pointed to the screen:

"It's almost this picture."

Zhou Ze stared at the screen for a while,

A man in white, wearing handcuffs,

Going numb,

On both sides, there is something in black, and behind it is also a piece of black in black,

This is an extremely narrow space.

Zhou Ze looked at Zhang Yanfeng and said, "Can you remember some more details?"

"What?" Zhang Yanfeng couldn't understand.

"Like here and here."

Zhou Ze extended his fingers to the two sides of the picture. "The two sides are walls, but what is this black place afterwards, if it is a wall, why not just extend it to the exhibition?"

"I don't know, but I remember that the walls of this place in my dream were intermittent, not connected together."

"So, according to Zhang's narrative, I focused on rendering the difference between light and shadow here." The little policeman explained next to me, "I originally wanted to draw all the walls here for display, but Zhang said it was not like this."

I don't know why, Zhou Ze was very concerned about the black shadows on the sides of the walls, but instead of focusing on the man in white clothes and handcuffs.

Zhou Ze raised his head and kept thinking.

He thought of the picture in the detention center, the sound of the chain from far to near, and he stood in the railing and kept walking back and forth, trying to find his trail...

Violently,

Zhou Ze seemed to think of something, pointing directly to the dark areas on both sides of the screen and saying:

"This is not a wall, will it be an iron railing?"

With that said, Zhou Ze gestured again with his hand, "Have you seen the old movie? Do those old prisons have an impression?"

The little policeman immediately turned the notebook around and restarted the modification, while Zhang Yanfeng next to him was in deep contemplation.

"Is that true?"

Soon, the little police pushed the notebook to Zhou Ze and Zhang Yanfeng.

In the picture,

The blurry area of ​​the original black was changed to an iron railing, which is still black and fuzzy, but after adding these railings, the whole picture became clear and three-dimensional at once, and even the information contained in it was revealed at once. Came out.

In a narrow prison tunnel,

A prisoner wearing a white prison uniform,

With shackles on his feet,

Walking in front of the numb ground~www.novelmtl.com~ Beside him, there are other prison cells. Perhaps, there are still many eyes watching him.

Zhang Yanfeng immediately picked up the phone and called whom, Zhou Ze was unclear, but Zhang Yanfeng's voice was very clear, and he did not avoid the two present:

"Lao Wang, this is Zhang Yanfeng. You can check it for me now. Where was our police station?

Didn’t you tell me before, did the old police station rely on an old building to repair it, help me check this and find out exactly where it was and what it used to do before.

What are your specific requirements?

Well,

You just check,

Before it,

At which time,

Has it been used in prison? "