The old anti-theft iron door with mottled green paint was clanging, and the mixed hinges could not bear the looseness and friction, and they were wailing, as if some alley with a strange grievance was trying to hear the news.

Zhang Lingjun had to struggle hard to wake up from the dream that was not yet completely peaceful.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears that welled up on his face due to the stimulation. His eyes were sore and astringent, and it was difficult to open them. It seemed that something had gotten into them. You could feel that they must be filled with blood without looking.

My throat also seems to be covered with a layer of dry and skinny paper. I want to soak it with liquid, but there is no drop of saliva to swallow.

I don’t know if it’s the result of irregular work and rest, or the reason why my body is getting weaker.

I am slowly decaying!

Zhang Lingjun thought about it, picked up the ice water that had been prepared on the bedside cabinet and took a sip. Then he stood up and dragged his shoes towards the broken door that still continued to shake the dust.

"Who is it? What happened so early in the morning?"

The knocking on the door stopped, there was no answer, only the vibration of the iron door slowly subsided.

Zhang Lingjun stood at the door, looking at the silent iron door. After thinking about it, he reached out and pulled the door latch.

With the sharp friction sound of the iron door opening, a man with dark skin, fat lips, curly hair, long arm span, thick hair on the back of his hands, as dark as carbon, but smooth palms with light color, which is somewhat fair, and has obvious black skin all over his body.

A man with distinctive features, wearing a dark blue and black police uniform, is blocking the door like a black wall.

With a strong and majestic body, the clothes can hardly restrain him and are burst. The squeezed doorway leaves only space for a child to pass through. This is a gift and the result of hard training. He is more than two meters tall.

His height is almost close to the door frame. Ordinary people have to hold their breath and raise their heads slightly to see their faces.

Compared with the flamboyant body, there is nothing praiseworthy about the square face and facial features, and the details cannot be clearly seen. The dark face seems to absorb light, and there is no expression that can make people guess. The only eye-catching thing

It's that pair of eyes, snow-white and clear eyes dotted on a pure black background, as sharp and cold as an eagle, as if they can pierce people's hearts.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Lingjun, who has been involved in various religions and has often interacted with the police, is sure that this is a real policeman, and a policeman who has been working on the front line for many years and has never slacked off.

In an instant, Zhang Lingjun's eyes, which were sticky and difficult to pull apart, became clean. The confusion and sleepiness in his heart melted away like snow, and he was completely awake, while looking at the opposite side with some doubts...

He was sure that the policeman in front of him was not the police officer of the 'Fifth Avenue' where he was currently located. There was no such person among the 256 policemen of the 'Fifth Avenue Police Station'.

He is not even one of the 9,611 police officers in the 'Xiaocheng District' police system. Although in the entire 'Xiaocheng District' police system, except for 'Fifth Avenue', he does not often go to other police stations, and it is impossible for the police in them to

Remember them all, but for a person with such obvious characteristics as this one, he will definitely not have heard of it, nor will he have no impression.

Is it someone from outside or above?

Why are you here now?

No matter why, the unexpected arrival of a police officer is always closely related to misfortune.

While Zhang Lingjun was observing this uninvited guest, the black policeman opposite him was also like him, more professional and meticulous than him, passing through everything inside the gate.

The former suburban villages wrapped in urban expansion enjoy development dividends, and at the same time participate in social operations, reduce economic costs, and provide urban villages with low-cost rental houses for the new era refugees who come to work in the city. According to the needs of the service objects, at the same time in order to obtain the maximum

A standard room with limited space utilization.

The total will not exceed 30 square meters.

There are three simple functional areas. The bathroom separated by an aluminum alloy partition at the entrance is full of cheapness. There are clothes hangers and shoe racks at the door of the bathroom. There are no clothes on the clothes racks. Umbrellas and obscene magazines are piled on the shoe racks.

Going inside is the largest and most central bedroom in the room. A yellowed Simmons mattress occupies most of the space. Opposite the bed is an unknown number of tenants. The walls that have been rubbed and blackened by someone are unknown.

A poster of an unknown celebrity stuck diagonally.

In the innermost part is the kitchen separated by the same aluminum alloy partition as the bathroom. Through the glass and the open sliding door, you can vaguely see the second-hand table that I don't know where. There are induction cookers and oil-stained induction cookers that can't be cleaned off no matter how you wash them.

Leftovers.

Except for the kitchen window and the doorway, there is no other way to leave the entire room.

There is a stainless steel anti-theft net on the outside of the window. There is no way to pass through it. Even without this layer of obstruction, the height is also a problem. This is the 9th floor, the 9th floor of an illegal building. The distance between the floors is only 30 centimeters. There is no light coming in, so the exterior walls are covered with

It can be seen that it is already covered with layers of black moss that looks like concentric rings and looks a bit strange. Even if Jack Chen comes, he does not dare to jump, and the door...

The black policeman clenched his hands into fists, and the knotted muscles on his body squirmed slightly like living creatures. Substantial strength filled them up, almost blocking the entire doorway.

Finally, his dagger-like eyes fell on Zhang Lingjun, the owner of the house, and he looked carefully up and down...

Zhang Lingjun keenly felt that in addition to normal scrutiny, the uninvited policeman's eyes on him also contained some intangible and indescribable excitement.

It seems to be a kind of internal and external comfort after seeing the enemy in trouble, which is very satisfying.

When and where did you offend this guy? Why don’t you remember it at all? Does it have anything to do with the visit now?

"Are you Zhang Lingjun?"

The black policeman asked. The standard, local accent without any accent, and the natural contradiction between the pure African-American appearance did not appear on him at all. I don't know if it is natural or hard-earned.

Tips.

Zhang Lingjun stopped his divergent thoughts, nodded and said, "I am Zhang Lingjun, this police officer, what's the matter?"

The black policeman looked at him coldly, with no expression on his face, and no expression could be seen on his face, "I am a South Vietnamese policeman, Dien Bien Provincial Public Security Bureau, the leader of the third group of the Criminal Police Brigade, police number 6324... According to the investigation, it was found

You are related to a murder that happened last night..."

"Um...what?"

Zhang Lingjun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "Murder case? You mean murder case? The murder case of the dead person?"

The black policeman did not answer his question and continued to ask: "Where were you last night?"

Seeing his serious look, Zhang Lingjun finally understood that this was not a joke.

He couldn't help but swallowed, and then stretched out his hands to rub his face vigorously, as if to rub away the confusion that had resurfaced on his face due to this violent impact, and to clear away the sudden excitement in his heart.

The unreality that belongs to the dream is frustrated, and it will happen to anyone who wakes up, or is woken up from a dream and told such a thing.

He forcibly suppressed the kaleidoscope-exploding emotions, but the words he spoke were still incoherent and difficult to control, "No...have you made a mistake? Are you sure there was some murder? Last night? Did you find the wrong person? Are you sure you found the wrong person?"

It's me...not me...my name..."

The black policeman looked at him, his voice still without any emotion, without any fluctuation, just like AI.

"'Zhang Lingjun', male, 28 years old, from Qin, entered Vietnam 4 years ago, now lives in Dien Bien Phu, Xiacheng District, Fifth Avenue, Victoria Community No. 250, 2B, 404, phone number 151****...
Chapter completed!