Chapter 25 The Second Story
Life in the Criminal Psychology Research Center is very leisurely, and all the time of every day is specially planned. Of course, the only regret is that no one can leave his or her cell.
Wang Yongchang really entered the inner circle. What was different from the last interrogation was that this time it was not the organization that asked him to come, but Wang Zheng asked him to come through the staff of the research center.
"The last conversation made him feel much better, which is very helpful for his condition." The staff of the research center walked in front to lead the way.
"Everyone here..." Wang Yongchang walked past the cell door, looked at the people in each cell through the bars, and swallowed nervously, "It seems normal."
Indeed, from his perspective, these people, apart from reading books and newspapers, and some of the older people even practicing Tai Chi, do not seem to be much different from ordinary people in society.
"Don't be fooled by them." The staff member said vigilantly: "These people have committed more than one murder, and some of them are proficient in various kinds of transformation. Anything in their hands can become a tool for killing."
As he spoke, the staff member pulled the clothes down, revealing a horrifying scar on the chest.
"How did they do that?" Wang Yongchang couldn't help but smack his lips.
"The patient sent by the Ministry of Public Security a few years ago was in his sixties and could barely walk properly." The staff sighed: "Maybe out of selfishness, I was a little lenient with him, and as a result, when I was making rounds that night..., he attacked me."
Wang Yongchang took a deep breath and asked quickly, "So he is still in this prison?"
The staff member suddenly fell silent, refusing to say another word. He took Wang Yongchang in silence to the bottom of the research center, a cell that was slightly larger than the outside world.
"Remember, you can't give him any personal belongings." The staff member emphasized again: "I mean any belongings, including a pen or a piece of paper!"
"I understand." Wang Yongchang nodded heavily. He also would not joke about his own life.
"He's inside, just go straight over." After the staff member pointed in a direction to Wang Yongchang, he naturally took a step back and stood guard at the door.
Wang Yongchang nervously wiped the sweat from his palms, then walked into the room with his head held high. He saw Wang Zheng sitting on the bed inside the isolation door with a smile on his face, chatting happily to himself.
"Wang Zheng!" Wang Yongchang waved his hand.
"Director Wang is here?" Wang Zheng sat up straighter and said with a smile, "On the way here, Xiao Li must have told you about dangerous people again, right?"
"Xiao Li?" Wang Yongchang scratched his head, and then it suddenly dawned on him that Wang Zheng was probably talking about the staff member who led him.
"You should have reported the case I provided to you last time. Those files should be in the research laboratories of various universities, being studied by the professors, right?" Wang Zheng said with a smile.
"Yes..." Wang Yongchang said with some disdain, "The night I returned, those people used their connections to find the department and said that your case files and ideas were worth studying and organizing. They also organized a set of "I am a criminal" systematic training, saying that it would effectively improve the case-solving rate. I didn't even have time to warm up my file before they took it away."
"They are just fooling you." Wang Zheng laughed. "This theory is taboo for old professors in the system. It is impossible to conduct systematic training to improve the rate of solving cases. I guess they want to study my pathological psychology and strive for a public psychology proposal at the end of the year."
"Bah! Hypocrite!" Wang Yongchang spat.
Being on the front line for many years meant that he despised people who said one thing and did another. Moreover, he was still not satisfied after reading the file himself. If the minister had not spoken, he had every right to keep the file in his own hands.
"Two things." Wang Zheng got to the point right away, holding up a finger, "I need you to help me find someone."
"Who is it?" Wang Yongchang looked surprised.
Ever since Wang Zheng entered the research center, he has always avoided anyone who applied to visit him, and has never taken the initiative to ask to find someone. If this word gets out, I'm afraid the entire Ministry of Public Security will have to take action. After all, Wang Zheng has more secrets than imagined.
"There's no rush for that." Wang Zheng put down his hand and said with a smile, "I think the results of my psychological evaluation will be out in a few days at the latest. If you're not in a hurry to be selected, why not listen to my story here?"
"Story?" Wang Yongchang suddenly became excited. "Is it related to the special investigation team?"
It is rare for Wang Yongchang to lose his composure like this. Since the establishment of the task force, in addition to special cases, it has also handled many sealed unsolved cases. For any policeman, these case-handling experiences are like magic weapons in novels. Whoever gets them will have a very different status in the police force.
"Yes." Wang Zheng smiled, "Did you bring a notebook and a pen?"
"I brought it!" Wang Yongchang smiled and took out a small notebook from his pocket, then took out a pen refill from his trousers, and said with a smile: "Your control is really strict." Obviously, he was also subjected to a series of inspections when he entered the door.
"Very good. Next, I'll start talking. You should remember carefully." Wang Zheng rubbed his face and began to recall. He said lightly, "That day was the second day of the tour organized by our task force..."
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Under the clear blue sky, there is a deserted green land.
This picturesque paradise is located far away from the town yet not far from the highway exit. Not only is the environment beautiful, but it is also very quiet. In this paradise, there is a temporary and inconspicuous wooden house.
There were two people in the wooden house, one was standing, while the other, a middle-aged man who was dressed decently, was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, his body full of silver needles, obviously receiving some kind of treatment.
This middle-aged man is called Huang Weida, the director of the Shizi Township Planning Bureau. Although he holds a high position of power, he is considered to be a clean official and there are no scandals about him.
"I hope you'll consider it." Huang Weida tilted his head and looked at the person standing next to him, and said earnestly: "I can only strive for this much."
"Those are all my children." The man shook his head.
"You are blackmailing me!" Huang Weida was a little indignant. "This money is a special fund from the province. I tried my best to get it for you. It's impossible for me to get more!"
"Director Huang, I heard that you have diabetes?" the man suddenly said.
"Yes, it's an old problem." Huang Weida's tone was much more relaxed, and he sighed: "Over the years, I have irregular diet and always have social events, so it's inevitable that I have some minor and major problems."
"So do you want to be cured?" the man grinned.
"Who doesn't want to be cured? The special medicines on the market are not cheap." Huang Weida sighed. His monthly salary can only cover the basic maintenance of medication , and it is unlikely to be a complete cure.
"I'll think of a way for you." The man said with a sigh, "If you find a place for me and my child to stay, I promise to cure you, otherwise..."
"You still want to threaten me?" Huang Weida hurriedly climbed up and said angrily: "There are still laws in this world!"
"I don't know whether it's legal or not. What I know is that if you can't solve the problem, I can only solve it myself!" The man's tone was a little paranoid.
"I don't want to talk to you any more. Take this thing away from me!" Huang Weida was angry. He turned his back to the man and yelled at him, wanting him to pull out the silver needles from his body.
"Take it away? Let my child help you heal it!" The man shouted sinisterly, then grabbed a calf-high clay pot at his feet and smashed it at Huang Weida.
"Kids, Daddy has found a new home for you!"
