Chapter 3 Cosmology

  It's strange, thinking about Longxi Ancient Town, it is indeed an octagonal building complex. No matter what changes technology brings, the ancient style has been preserved here.

  Is all this just a coincidence, Zhang Momo's appearance was too timely, the 'shy' her, appeared in a way like a salesperson, and then this mysterious person accurately predicted the danger.

  At the same time, Lin Ruoyin herself also has a problem. If she had been more careful when crossing the road, even if the yellow sports car was speeding, it would not have hit her. This is absolutely not Zhang Man's design.

  Finally, on Zhang Meng's mobile phone, I found the name and contact number of our team leader Zhao Yong, which shook my rock-solid faith.

  "Zhang Meng, how did you know Lin Ruoyin was in danger? If you can't prove it, then I won't be able to help you." I tried to soften my tone and sound more gentle.

  "Others just know, she sat on the cursed throne, you can't see the hidden danger on her, that's why I took the initiative to talk to you." Zhang Meng was sniffling with a very wronged expression.

  "So that's what you're saying, you have a special ability to see things that are not clear to us?" I asked this question as if I had returned to my university days. If someone had told me this back then, I would have believed it 100%, but after entering the workforce, I placed more emphasis on realistic evidence.

  "I just know a little bit, what to do, it's all taught by Uncle Wu." Zhang Meng said innocently.

  This little girl won't run into the cult leader, will she? I turned to ask: "Even a little bit is okay, can you prove that you're different from others? Otherwise, you'll be suspected of colluding with the assailant and no one can help you."

  However, Zhang Momo shook her ponytail: "I don't know anything, but I know that police sister will still be in danger."

  This is getting further and further away from the topic, I silently scolded myself for being useless: "Without evidence, making arbitrary judgments is not acceptable. Since you won't speak up, then 'hand over' your identity instead."

  "I... I won't say." Zhang Momo pouted her small mouth and fell silent.

  "Guess I'll call your two parents and have them come pick you up?" This idea of mine is really a bit despicable.

  As expected, Zhang Ning's big eyes widened in alarm: "No way, if I'm caught and taken back, I'll be sold off and married to some stinky bad guy, you can't do this!"

  "Then you'd better confess honestly, I need to remind you that this is the major crimes unit, if you don't speak clearly, no one will be able to take you away." I thought to myself, you have to say something, otherwise how can I explain it to my superiors.

  Zhang Meng pitifully said: "I'm an orphan, grew up in the orphanage. The director wants me to change my ID age and marry a nouveau riche who made his fortune from demolition compensation, so he can get 500,000 yuan as betrothal gift. But I want to spend my days reading, writing, traveling, not feeding pigs and farming."

  Is there still such a dark underbelly in society, I really don't know: "You don't want no one to be able to 'force' you, if someone bullies you, I can help you, it's just that you must 'pay' the price, you have to make it clear why you knew in advance that someone was going to harm your colleague, this matter is huge, if you can't produce conclusive evidence to prove your innocence, then you'll be suspected of being involved in the case, and being detained for a few days or even a period of time is unavoidable."

  "It doesn't matter, living in a hotel costs money, but living here with you guys is free and you even provide food, maybe I can even get Wi-Fi for free, how great." Zhang Meng glanced at her backpack.

  It's really tricky now, I guess I have to investigate her background from a different angle, phone records, and that yellow sports car.

  "Let me ask you another question, recently your phone's text message said that Wu Ayi behind your back asked you to find Zhao Yong, have you been in contact with him?" My heart beats faster, how could Zhao Yong, my team leader, be related to this 'girl'?

  I really didn't want to ask this question, and even that Uncle Wu, just now was also subconsciously skipped over by me, but now I have to face it.

  "I just escaped and my phone is almost out of battery, I was thinking of wandering around the streets to see if I could find Zhao Yong, but before I even got in touch with him, I bumped into you guys." Zhang Meng said, her small face slightly red with embarrassment.

  The days are spent so bitterly, thinking that in her bag, the most expensive thing is probably that old laptop.

  "You've been following that so-called Wu BoBo to learn how to subdue demons and evil spirits, how come you're still so down on your luck?" I was just teasing.

  "Hmm... you're asking another question, why are you asking again?" Zhang Meng saw me like this and had a bit of a resistant attitude.

  "You don't have to say anything, but don't think that our homicide team is just eating idle rice. You have an ID card, and I can investigate you from head to toe. Next, as you wish, stay here." I also wanted to cut off the topic quickly, Captain Zhao's matter, avoid if possible.

  "Wait a minute." Zhang Meng hastily said: "You bring me my laptop, and by the way, do you have Wi-Fi here? Tell me the password."

  I couldn't help but laugh: "Sour sister, are you dreaming? This is a police station, not your home. Don't even think about bringing in your phone, laptop, or even your backpack."

  "What!" Zhang Meng's expression changed to one of anxiety: "How can that be, I haven't written for several days, what will I eat and drink? Luckily I have 20 chapters in reserve. Police brother, please help me out, I'm begging you."

  "What's going on?" You little brat, your arm can't twist a big leg.

  "Please, we web writers can't stop updating or else we won't get paid," Zhang Meng begged. "Take my USB drive and help me upload one chapter a day. Oh~ mark the chapter with a horizontal line below, Fairy has something to attend to, will make up for it later, please forgive us dear fans."

  "Sorry, this is against the rules. As a people's police officer, I won't help a suspect pass on messages. You might as well give up on that idea." Don't even mention my iron rice bowl; at such a sensitive and precarious moment, if you don't make it clear what you want me to do, it can't be done.

  "Waaah~ wuuuuh~" Zhang Meng suddenly burst into loud sobs: "No way, if I stop updating, there won't be any manuscript fees. How am I supposed to live after I leave? You're such a bad person, I helped you and yet you still harm me, wuuuh~"

  My little conscience was a bit uneasy: "Before the case is investigated, it's absolutely not allowed to privately help the suspect send messages, which is an illegal act. However, please rest assured that if it's proven later that this matter has nothing to do with you, we will compensate for your losses. Uh, how much is your monthly salary?"

  "A thousand and two... If there's another hiatus, readers will decrease, editors won't recommend it either, waaahh~" Zhang Meng cried uncontrollably.

  "No way, I'll always be your die-hard fan. Your manuscript fee, I'll make up for it later." Less than a tenth of my salary, just simply agreed to take on the task.

  After handing Zhang Ning over to a female colleague, I went to the archives room for an investigation.

  As she said, Zhang Ning grew up in an orphanage. The records of the orphanage show that she was good at singing and dancing, beautiful, and had a very kind heart.

  I stared blankly at the computer, if she's so good and inherently beautiful, why hasn't anyone adopted her?

  One message caught my attention, after twelve years old, followed Wu Xing teacher to learn Feng Shui design architecture, Wu uncle?

  I checked her communication records again and found no signs of deletion. This 'girl' who suddenly appeared out of nowhere is indeed quite mysterious.

  The case is getting more and more chaotic.

  I should now go find Wu Xing, or Wang Cheng and Xu Po Po, or Sun De Shun, Lu Mei Lian, also Jiang Meipo, as well as Wu Tao and Jiang Yi who are in charge of the gate?

  Calm down, the direction of the small town will be taken care of by Brother Yong and others. Lin Ruoyin is not under my control for now. The task I need to investigate is only Zhang Mian alone.

  The problem now is that I've investigated and found it's related to Captain Zhao Yong, but it's not good to ask him directly, so I can only wait for Brother Yong's phone call and make some indirect inquiries first, this way there won't be any suspicion of slacking off or offending anyone.

  I'd better go back and rest, tomorrow I'll go visit Lin Ruoyin and bring some food to comfort Cheng Long. This way, I can keep my iron rice bowl safe.

  It's very late, I returned to the dormitory near the police station, a 55-square-meter suite with elevator, luxurious decoration, the only drawback is that it's a bit small, but the advantage is that the rent is free, including the domestic Volkswagen sedan downstairs, parking and refueling are also "free", if you're in the police station, even meals are exempt.

  I really like this job, my family praises me, my classmates envy me, I save more than 10,000 yuan every month, and I will have no pressure to get married in the future.

  After washing up and lying on the soft big bed, I didn't sleep. At this time, my mood was contradictory.

  When I was about to graduate from college, my first love taught me a profound lesson in life - no money means no happiness.

  Graduation farewell, so the world structure theory that has been brewing in my heart for a long time also appeared in the graduation thesis. It was the dream I pursued in the past, but now I feel sorry for my own dreams. I am infatuated with the comfortable life and do not want to lose it, just like I do not want to lose my first love Liang Xue-ru...

  Wait a minute, I suddenly feel that something is wrong there, what's wrong with me?

  I suddenly sat up from 'bed', wondering, and couldn't help but burst out in my heart - Who am I?

  Ren Chuanjie, in my social circle, whether it's relatives or friends, there isn't a single impressive one. I'm introverted and slightly arrogant, with very few friends. I never tried to get close to classmates who had promising futures. The only two exceptions are Wang Dali and Cao Qiankun, my sworn brothers from university days.

  We three brothers had similar grades, but after graduation, Wang Dairen went to a car repair shop, Cao Qiunkun became a ticket scalper, and only I graduated from the police academy without finding a backdoor, not only did I become a policeman, but also got an enviable position, and even more incredibly, directly entered the provincial hall's major crimes unit, becoming an industry elite!

  I still remember when Zhao Yong approached me, I was forgotten by my classmates in the corner, with a golden halo as a supporting character, performing a Cinderella-like reversal of many rich and handsome guys, instantly becoming the protagonist of the circle... and also Liang Xue's regretful eyes...

  Something is wrong, who exactly helped me, why did Zhao Yong find me, and how can I enter the major crimes unit to enjoy such treatment?

  I leapt out of 'bed', rummaged around and found my graduation thesis.

  Tao says: This is the human world; Buddha says: This is one of the six paths; God says: This is a battlefield between heaven and hell; Philosophy says: This is an endless dialectical 'mysterious' fog; Physics says: This is an aggregate built up from basic particles; Humanities say: This is existence; History says: This is the accumulation of time.

  Perhaps everyone has their own views on the world, but in fact, the world is just the world, it has been here for millions of years, and we are only a fleeting moment in the shadow of time, extremely small. Let's put aside superstition, because Chinese characters, one word "ghost" cannot encompass this vast and complex world.

  The unknown is the deepest fear in people's hearts. A good man should walk through the world without hesitation, break through all taboos and locks, open his heart to accept the unknown, and bravely seek answers!

  If one drifts through decades in a daze, what difference is there between life and death? To be a person focused on my heart, with no regrets, living a meaningful life.

  Once young and reckless, I was fearless in the face of death. One day I grew old, I hope that as I stand before dusk, I will have a calm smile.

  The world I used to live in was like this all along...

  Every time I think of my graduation thesis, I recall the fervent writing after my first heartbreak. What a reckless and carefree young man I was!

  Now, how did I forget?

  "I'm done!" At 3 am, I jumped up from 'bed' like a ghost possessed me.

  Wearing police uniform and cap, holding coffee milk and bread, I went downstairs and drove to Longxi Ancient Town overnight.

  The two-hour journey took three hours due to night driving and arrived at the ancient town when it was already bright.

  I first arrived at the scene of the crime, pacing out the distance between the deceased and the surveillance camera, reconstructing the course of events.

  It's strange, this is within the 47-meter range of the 'gate', which is within the monitoring area. There are surveillance cameras on both sides, so why can't they find it? How is it possible that they can't find it?

  If surveillance can find out, what else do we need the task force for? We're running around like clowns.

  I made up my mind to face it seriously, but I never thought that as soon as I came into contact with it, it would be such a ridiculous result!

  A fire of anger burning in his heart, he threw the "iron rice bowl" to the back of his mind and immediately called Director Zhao Yong, he just wanted to get a clear answer.

  After five rings, Zhao Yong answered the phone: "Chuan Jie, protect... protect Lin... Lin Ruoyin, huff... huff..."

  "What?" I was a bit panicked, on the other end of the phone, Zhao Yong was panting heavily, as if he was about to die.

  "Damn it... Don't sit on the master's chair!"

  The phone went dead with a "click"!