Abyss Express

Xueming returned to the familiar police station, and Ye Bei made a trip to get someone back.

The good brother from the Tiantong department had repeatedly greeted the intelligence team and the action team, and wanted to keep the old house on Guangyuan Middle Road, but Jiang Xueming did not hesitate to finish the demolition work, which made it very difficult for the Tianshu team members.

Facing the good brother who assisted the investigation, Jiang Xueming's answer was very straightforward.

"Sorry, I can not do it."

"It is too difficult for me to deal with spirits in such a narrow place without harming innocent people and protecting cultural heritage."

Sima Yao asked, "Why did you rush in with a forklift?"

Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "I went to the construction site of Xintiandi, a new home in Nancheng, and there were four team leaders sleeping. I wanted to drive a crusher, but I don't know how to use that kind of large construction vehicle, so I borrowed a forklift from them. I spent more than 4,000 yuan. You didn’t give me a law enforcement certificate, so I couldn’t temporarily requisition the vehicle. Can this money be reimbursed?”

The three present slapped themselves on the forehead together.

Ye Bei, Sima Yao, and Tiantong's co-challengers all looked like they had no love in their lives.

Compared with this matter, Xue Ming is more concerned about the brand of Weta - judging from the account books of the cash drawer, the horror artist guarantees that 180 people will be infected with this chronic disease every month, and the fatality rate is 100%. A large number of people are already suffering from this incurable disease.

"Brother Ye Bei, I want it."

"I know, I understand and I understand your feelings." Ye Bei interrupted: "We have already sent people to do the prevention and treatment of Vita brand."

"That's good." Jiang Xueming didn't think there was anything wrong, but it was a pity: "A hostage died, and the target's soul power ability was very terrifying. At that time, I was terrified."

Sima Yao: "Are you terrified?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I was terrified. That guy turned into a flesh and blood fusion monster under my nose. I didn't know if he had a chance to transform back, so I immediately drove a forklift and crushed him."

Qiongqi immediately stood up: "Good job! Kid! You are worthy of being you! You did a good job! I can't smell any guilt or regret in your heart!"

"Maybe I can handle it better, but the situation was urgent at the time, and I couldn't use my body to verify whether this terrifying ability would be contagious through bodily fluids." Jiang Xueming told his true feelings truthfully: "Take him and the first target all together. After killing, I entered the shop again and wiped out all the flesh and blood creations inside, hoping that the comrades of Tianshu can clean up the battlefield properly, and it is safe there now."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueming handed back the scrapped Jiaolong and Lei Fengheng whose barrel rifling was almost smooth.

"This task is too difficult for me. I can't properly save the lives of the hostages, and I can't properly preserve the cultural heritage. Brother Ye Bei, I want to know how you would deal with this spiritual disaster if it were you."

First, Ye Bei, Sima Yao, and Tian Tong's co-investigators reviewed everything that happened at the scene. I also chatted with several mentally disturbed players, the survivor A Xiangqian Feibo, and the passer-by elder sister about the situation at that time.

In the end, Brother Ye Bei returned to Xueming's interrogation room, seemingly unable to think of a better way.

He and Xue Ming said: "If we are not short of money, I will put some money in and send the irrelevant people away—and then think about how to deal with the monsters in the store."

Xueming said blankly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Ye Bei: "It's okay, I understand."

Xue Ming continued: "For me, the Vita brand is the main cause of Bai Lu's closest death in this life. It's like the anti-drug policeman seeing a drug dealer. The moment I saw the freeze-dried powder of Mad Butterfly, I was already mad with anger. And trying to catch them off guard with a rush of adrenaline — you have to be fast, you have to be caught by surprise. I had no choice but to survive."

Ye Bei tried to appease the little brother: "Okay, I know me. I know."

"Did I do something wrong? Brother Ye Bei." Xue Ming clasped his hands and kept kneading his right arm. The new arm made him feel strange, and he felt a strong sense of unease.

Ye Bei is not as aggressive as Sir from the Tiantong department.

He just wanted to appease Xue Ming, hoping that it would not bring any psychological burden to Xue Ming, "Don't pay too much attention to the dead hostage. It's not your fault."

Jiang Xueming replied: "If you don't talk about it, I will almost forget about him."

The co-investigators of Tiantong's department had just taken a sip of water when they heard Xue Ming's answer and immediately spewed out the tea soup.

This kid doesn't seem to have the slightest psychological burden, and his health is hardly like a normal person.

On the contrary, Jiang Xueming was very troubled: "I hope to provide me with a sound-minded, professional and efficient intelligence agent, like Sima Yao, a temporary worker. That's right. I'm afraid I don't have the ability to continue completing these tasks, Brother Ye Bei."

Sima Yao's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she didn't dare to speak for a while.

In the beginning, she did a poor job of investigating the spiritual disaster of the horror artist, which almost directly led to the embarrassing situation where Xue Ming immediately drew his gun and started doing it after he brought other players into the store.

Before and after the Ghost Festival, Su Xingchen, Yebei's intelligence agent, had no time to be stationed in Hengyin City—and it was not easy for Sima Yao, as a top-notch tool, to come to the grassroots to work. Ye Bei didn't have the face to ask for more.

In previous years, when spiritual disasters frequently occurred, either it was the time when people were likely to die in the cold winter, or the two traditional festivals of Zhongyuan and Chongyang. Generally, there was no intelligence team, and the reckless men of the armed action team bravely and fearlessly rushed to the first scene of spiritual disasters. .

Jiang Xueming's performance can be said to be very good, almost reducing the scope of spiritual disasters to the minimum. Except for the renovation of the old building, there are no ghosts and ghosts that harm people inside, and all of them have been eliminated.

Sima Yao said submissively: "I'm sorry. I. I'm not good at doing this."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xueming seemed to have thought of something, and immediately asked, "Brother Ye Bei, is it true that Tianshu's intelligence agents are very rare, and that's why this situation happened?"

Ye Bei nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming: "Brother Su Xingchen is your intelligence officer. He doesn't have spiritual inspiration. I have been wondering whether Tianshu can't find talents with particularly high inspiration. There should not be many people like Brother Xingchen. After all, he doesn't even How can you provide effective information for your armed action group if you can’t even see the spirit body?”

Ye Bei sighed: "He is a special case. Generally speaking, Tianshu will not want someone who has no inspiration."

"It's amazing." Jiang Xueming finally became convinced that Tianshu's unit should also be in a state of lack of talents. Such a special force against spirits needs to be deployed to cover the entire urban area. It needs a huge amount of manpower and material resources to manage, control, count, and manage seven million. The spiritual disasters derived from the population are simply beyond the reach of mortals.

There is another saying -

——Those who have this ability look down on this line of work, and those who do not have this ability cannot do this line of work.

Like the performance of being arrogant, ruthless, virtuous and loving talent, it is also competing with Tianshu in the talent market of the surface world to build its abyss railway.

The horror artist’s psychic disaster this time is by no means what Brother Chen said [starting from the simplest task], just because of insufficient manpower and negligent review, a dead fish of this size was finally fished out.

Thinking of this, Xue Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the next two tasks should not be so difficult.

Jiang Xueming continued: "I can continue to work, brother Ye Bei, hurry up, I will get the equipment and continue working."

"I have one request! I only have one request." Ye Bei quickly stopped: "We actually have a prerequisite for managing spiritual disasters, which is called the victim theory. Xueming, do you know about this?"

Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "Explain to me."

Ye Bei said patiently: "Generally speaking, excluding the extreme cases you encountered today, most of my work is to solve problems for people."

Jiang Xueming: "Resolve worries and problems?"

Ye Bei nodded, and then said: "Think about it, this place has been murdered to death, or there are so many spirits and monsters born in nature, it is impossible to cut them all across the board - most of the spirits are victims, only the reality Only the losers who have been defeated in life have the opportunity to meet us at work, right?"

Jiang Xueming thought about it carefully: "It is indeed so."

"I will reason with them." Ye Bei stuffed the Wangyou tea in the bag to Xueming: "Take them to drink tea, get rid of the indignation in my heart, investigate the cause of their death, let them fulfill their wish, It will naturally solve the spiritual disaster."

Jiang Xueming brought canned tea soup: "Is that so?"

"Of course it doesn't include the order you settled just now!" Ye Bei explained again and again, for fear that Xue Ming might misunderstand something: "Like you meet the ultimate autistic monster who doesn't talk about anything, and wants you Of course, we can use spirit-killing bullets to reason with this spirit body, but Amin, we have to take our time."

Jiang Xueming: "Why take your time?"

Ye Bei: "Let someone drink tea first. This tea has a special power, which is my soul power - it can repair the damage of the spirit body and restore the spiritual power."

Jiang Xueming: "Oh"

Ye Bei: "So, if you pour the tea soup on the spirit bodies, they will return to their original state after drinking the tea. No matter if they were hit by a car, their heads were smashed, or their corpses were cut apart, they can all become calm. No need to suffer the pain of being separated from the flesh and blood before death-maybe it can restore their sanity, and if there are victims, they can get revenge."

Jiang Xueming: "I see, is there anything else I want to tell you?"

Ye Bei: "Also, let's not always drive forklifts to solve problems."

"Brother Ye Bei, don't worry, I won't do this again. If I can't find another suitable vehicle, it will be really dangerous." Jiang Xueming also looked shocked.

Ye Bei nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, don't you have projectiles for a small workshop like horror artists? Put some tear gas in it, or pour a few buckets of feces and blood into it, and then arrange a blower to blow it in. Send hot air to ensure that the monster inside will immediately show its original shape."

"I was negligent." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "Brother Chen also told me that I should carry projectiles, but I don't know the specifications of Tianshu's projectiles. Not that many things."

"Let's not talk about it, I haven't actually used these things much." Ye Bei blushed and waved his hands vigorously: "I mainly use my words to solve spiritual disasters, and I use my emotions to make sense of them. Like the police in the jurisdiction, it is not a special operations force. Most of the time, it is still the work of the aunt of the neighborhood committee. If you really want to start a battle, you have to call the good brothers from other armed operations groups to help and minimize the number of personnel casualties."

Jiang Xueming: "Okay. I understand."

Speaking of this, Ye Bei saw Xue Ming's firm eyes and decided to let this kid try.

Although he definitely didn't know what "I understand" in Xue Ming's mind meant. Since this kid promised not to use a forklift to solve the problem, he must be much gentler.

Xueming returned to Zhizhapu, replaced the gun with a new one, refilled the ammunition, and immediately started the next task.

Compared with the mission introduction of the horror artist, the second mission is indeed much more difficult in written format.

Came to the industrial park on Yangliu Road, which was the old site of the steel factory in the early days. Later, the steel factory became a sunset industry, and the tertiary industry started to be used to make use of the waste heat. Otherwise, the old employees of the steel factory would have nowhere to go. It is impossible for a family of tens of thousands of people to be laid off along with the head of the family.

A brief overview of the spiritual disaster case in the horror artist, just about the recent abnormal phenomenon of students' insanity.

The matters described in the second spiritual disaster dossier are more serious.

It is said that after the steel factory closed down, a homeless man climbed over the wall and went in to steal scrap iron and steel, but found that there were still "people" working in the blast furnace workshop and sintering ore workshop. The tramp was caught by the "workers". He was severely beaten.

But here comes the problem.

The factory has been shut down a long time ago, where are the workers?

According to Sima Yao's investigation, factory accidents continued year after year in the early years. How can there be jobs with zero work-related injuries in the heavy industry? Machines are ruthless, especially in this kind of unit with tens of tons of weight and thousands of degrees of high temperature as the production environment, it is an out-and-out high-risk industry.

Compared with the battery factory where Xueming worked, people working in the steel factory need stronger nerves and stronger muscles to resist the three-shift day and night, and to survive night after night full of nicotine and static noise. .

So Sima Yao concluded that the people who worked in the factory were probably the people who died in the furnace, the workshop, the molten iron, or the rotating shaft due to industrial accidents.

Ranking the difficulty of this spiritual disaster after the horror artist is also because of the actual human injury caused. The tramp who stole iron is still recovering from his injuries, with a broken nose and right toe.

Sima Yao was driving the car, talking with Xue Ming while driving.

"I've seen the spirits here, and the information this time is absolutely true! Those spirits are not easy to talk to! Be careful! I'll go and reason with them, they."

Jiang Xueming just smirked and didn't reply.

Sima Yao then blushed with embarrassment: "There are more than 20 of them! They actually took off their pants and walked the birds together! They pissed on me shamelessly! They want to drive me away! It's really disgusting!"

Jiang Xueming still just smirked, watching the vehicles rush into the familiar factory avenue, and the iron plate of the weighing station was covered with a thick layer of sludge.

All this is so familiar, as if it is as happy as returning home.

Sima Yao: "Hey. Are you listening to me? Why do you just keep laughing?"

"Hey hey hey hey" Jiang Xueming smiled brightly, pointing to the weighing station: "The reading of the scale is broken, and it is parked at the position with a load of 50 tons, whether it is a gypsum truck from the desulfurization and environmental protection department, or a large truck that transports steel—my pyroxene It's glowing, I can feel it, there must be a dump truck around here that hasn't left."