Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 155: Mask

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Fu Jiang got out of the off-road vehicle and handed me the ID card. Collection~

"I don't expect to get anything from the sheriff." she said.

Jung did not deny that Ranwen Novel.com. In fact, everyone knows that if the situation is true, the other party will be able to suppress the case for ten years, and of course it will be fully prepared. It is not a day or two to find a breakthrough, but Jung did not put all hopes on the sheriff.

"What is destined to happen or will happen, we just need to do what we have to do, and then we wait." Jung said unhurriedly, "Don't forget that the eight sceneries are prophets."

The prophet’s prediction is by no means aimless. She said that we should pay close attention to what is happening next to the sheriff, and then the sheriff will surely produce clues that can turn the situation around.

"As the saying goes, drunken men don't mean to drink." Pan laughed.

The size of the small town police station is not large, and you can have a panoramic view of the layout of the hall after entering the door. On the right side near the main entrance is the front desk. A policewoman is organizing the visitor’s files. There are offices on both sides of the straight corridor. You can see the young police coming and going directly from the glass windows, but the look is not very busy. , Several old policemen are leisurely leaning together at a desk, drinking coffee and chatting.

It's just a small suburban town. There is nothing wrong with no big cases. Everyone is used to getting a salary and living a leisurely life. It seems that there is no motivation. However, in this way, it is difficult for the sheriff to do something in the case.

Notice that there was a shadow around her, the policewoman at the front desk turned her head. She might think that the person who came was just like ordinary citizens, but she was shocked by Jung's aura. Jung was once an elite police leader who could not be questioned. He kept his face straight, plain and serious, but the policewoman stared at her and froze there.

Jung gave a fake cough, the policewoman stood up in a panic, accidentally knocked off the pen on the table, and the chair was knocked away by the violent movement.

"Please, may I ask, you are..." Before she could finish speaking, Jung knew what she was coming for.

"We are investigators from the Behavioral Analysis Department of the Intelligence Bureau. We are here to conduct research. Is your sheriff here?" Jung showed his ID to the other party. Although a little caught off guard, the policewoman took a closer look. Credentials.

"Oh, oh. Okay, the sheriff is in the office, I'll take you there." She recovered and walked out of the counter nervously, and quickly led us towards the sheriff's office.

Many police officers passing by along the way cast a surprised look at us, and after passing by, they whispered suspiciously behind them. When passing by the police officer's office, the feeling of being noticed became stronger. I obviously saw several old policemen frown and scratch their faces unnaturally.

Do they know something? I noticed that the policewoman nodded at them imperceptibly. But maybe it's just the usual mutual ventilation. Everyone is curious.

The glass windows of the sheriff's office did not lower the blinds. Sheriff Engels is working at his desk. As shown in the information, he is a middle-aged man of nearly fifty years old. He is lean and dressed in a dark suit. The hair on his forehead and top of his head has fallen out and is a little shiny in the sun. He doesn't look like a policeman who has accumulated meritorious service on the front line and got promoted because of his hard work and a little luck. On the contrary, he looks like a politician who has gained popularity in government departments with his skillful and sleek skills and has gained high-level appreciation with smooth flow.

By the way, in this kind of town where there are no big cases, people who are good at camping naturally have a greater advantage. Engels has sufficient qualifications and good reputation. He undertook the resolution of the fire in the mental hospital ten years ago. There was no such thing as a personnel dispute caused by Ranwen.com. It is only natural that he was on the top of the town's sheriff.

It is said that he once had the opportunity to move to the city to go further, but in the end he chose to stay here. After excluding the local feelings, the reasons are also worth considering.

Engels noticed when we passed by the window. As soon as the policewoman knocked on the door, he immediately opened the door from the inside.

"Biqi, who is this?" he stared at Jung and said.

"These gentlemen and ladies are officers from the Intelligence Bureau." The policewoman said.

Jung has reached out his hand and clasped Engels tightly.

"My name is Jung, and this is Crow (crow), Pan and Bitt (BT)." Jung introduced us one by one.

"The Intelligence Agency?" Engels showed a suspicious look. He nodded to the policewoman and motioned for her to go out.

After the policewoman left the office, Engels closed the door and led us to the desk to talk.

"Do you have any documents?" His voice was a little hoarse. After the initial suspicion subsided, his eyes were neither close nor resisting, but this kind of lukewarm attitude is a kind of strong doubt.

Jung did not speak from Ranwen Novel.com, and reached out to take out his ID. Engels took it and turned his attention to me, Fu Jiang, and Pan again. We knowingly took out our respective documents. After taking all the documents and returning to the desk, Engels sat down on a chair without a hurry, took out a pair of reading glasses from the drawer and put on them. Only then did he carefully check the authenticity of the documents, and raised his head to examine our appearance from time to time.

"This Mr. Crow is really young." Engels stared at me and suddenly said: "Is the Intelligence Bureau also employing child labor now?"

Although this seems contemptuous, but combined with his experience, I subconsciously think that he is deliberately offending us in order to obtain more information. Is it better to be silent at this time, or to sneer? I have no experience at all.

I haven't thought about it yet. Jung has already said it.

"Crow is Ms. Bitt’s assistant. Both of these are specially recruited elites from the Behavior Analysis Department of the Intelligence Bureau. Ms. Bit is a PhD in psychology. Crowe is 18 years old and possesses criminal psychology, philosophy, and Three bachelor degrees in journalism."

Is it so amazing? It's really eloquent. However, if I talk about bluffing, I have done it many times in the student union, and of course I will not show any bluffs.

"Just turned eighteen." I pretended to be embarrassed and explained, "I hope to be able to participate in some practical work under the guidance of Dr. Pitt, and then get a master's degree."

Engels retracted his gaze and stared at me, nodding noncommittal.

"Really young and promising."

Then the conversation changed.

"This is the first time people from the Intelligence Bureau have come to me. Please forgive me for being abrupt, although I don't know what you want, but before that, I still want to confirm your identities with the headquarters."

"It should be." Jung nodded casually.

Engels didn't have any second words on Ranwen Novel.com. He picked up the phone and dialed a number, reported our name to the other party, and asked to verify our identity. During the period, he still looked at our looks. After a while, a quasi letter came from there. No one of us wavered. Although it was a name, it was enough to deal with this kind of rough verification. Only I experienced this for the first time, like a student cheating with false testimony, and I felt a little nervous.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry to trouble you." Engels hung up the phone after greeting, stood up again, handed back the certificate to us, "It was rude just now. I would like to ask you all of the Intelligence Bureau, what have you come to this town? Something?"

"We are investigators in the Behavior Analysis Department of the Intelligence Agency. Dr. Bit wants to collect some criminal information. We are responsible for providing routine crime investigations." Jung said.

"Come to do crime research in this town?" Engels seemed amused, and stared at us with a sharp gaze. "There are no earth-shattering crimes here. With all due respect, serial killers appeared in this town fifty years ago. It’s the old calendar."

"Please don't be nervous, Mr. Sheriff." Jung was indifferent, still without the slightest expression on his face, "Dr. Pitt wants to collect the ordinary cases. In the past ten years, the criminals' There have been new changes in age and crime patterns. We have a project to revise the pan-sex crime model based on these cases in order to provide better guidance to the education department in the future."

"Oh...that is, is it crime prevention education for minors?" Although Engels looked thoughtful, it was not clear what he understood. In short, I didn't understand what Jung was talking about. Although there are a few professional vocabularies that sound cool, they may be nonsense.

I glanced at Fu Jiang and Pan, they both had confident smiles. A bunch of scammers

"We want crime files for the last twenty years." Jung said while the iron was hot.

"Twenty years?" Engels finally showed a strange look. He stared at Jung and said: "I want it all? Don't be kidding, can you see it?"

"It should be no problem. We have investigated that the town is thriving under the management of several police chiefs, including you, and it is one of the places with the lowest crime rate in the country, so it is more representative to come to local sources. "Jung said calmly, unable to tell whether it was ridicule or compliment. "Dispute cases are not needed. What we want is criminal cases. There should be no such thing as Ranwen.com."

Engels thought for a moment, and finally nodded in approval.

"If you think it helps, but I have to remind that our work here is very leisurely, so we are more brisk in closing the case." He said vaguely.

Jung finally showed a peaceful smile and shook hands with Engels again. He also said vaguely: "I understand that our responsibilities are different, but they are all to fight criminals."

Engels came to the table and pressed the speakerphone on the phone, and asked a police officer named Nietzsche to come to the office. The "Nietzsche" police officer was only about twenty years old, and he knew at a glance that he was a rookie who had just taken office. He stomped his feet to salute, so rigid and serious that he couldn't help but laugh.

"These are the chiefs of the Intelligence Bureau. They need all the criminal files of the past twenty years. You can find them for them." Engels said to the rookie officer.

"Understood, sir," the rookie officer said loudly, and then turned to salute us, seeing that his movements were a little nervous.

"This Nietzsche..." Engels coughed, apparently a little uncomfortable with the name, "He is a top-grade student who just graduated from the police academy. He is responsible for file work. He is very talented. If you have any needs, you can directly contact him. ."

I saw Fu Jiang and Pan chuckling around all the time. Leaving aside the great reputation of this rookie, his personality is obviously incompatible with the overall atmosphere of the police station, and he was also expected to be thrown into the archives management department. But I think such a person should be very self-motivated, and maybe he can get something from him.

"Thank you." Jung offered to shake hands with Nietzsche.

"I'm honored." Constable Nietzsche said, "I can work right away if needed."

It's really straightforward.

Jung did not have the unexpected look of Ranwen Novel. He turned his head and said to Pan: "You and Nietzsche have a trip."

Pan nodded and went out with Nietzsche.

"This Nietzsche and the sheriff are relatives." Fu Jiang suddenly walked up to me and said in a voice that only I could hear.

"How did you know?" I was a little surprised, their surnames, looks, and personalities were completely different.

"I just know." Fu Jiang said mysteriously.

Although I don't quite understand it, since Fu Jiang is so sure, I can only believe it. When I think about it, I can see what Mr. Nietzsche is. Of course Engels knows better than me. I still want to draw something out of the other person. How can this kind of careful thinking fill the prudent and smooth Engels? Since Engels deliberately pointed out that Nietzsche would assist us, he also showed that he was not afraid of us being secretly handed. Maybe we could not get what we wanted from the other party, and we would be distorted.

In this way, the contrasting style between Engels and Nietzsche is more like a disguise.

"It's really troublesome." I bit my ear with Fu Jiang softly, "I don't like this kind of intrigue at all."

"Me too." Fu Jiang said.

Engels noticed that Jung, Fujiang and I were still staying there, and he couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, is there anything else?"

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I want to ask about the arson case in your mental hospital ten years ago..." Jung was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking.

"It's not an arson case." Engels said impatiently. "This case has been concluded."

"Excuse me, what caused the fire?"

"A fire accidentally caused by a mental patient." Engels sat down behind his desk and squinted at Jung. "It is stated in the report that this is not a criminal case, and there is no dispute at Ranwen.com. That's it. The fire is still lingering, and many exhibits have been burned, so we don’t have much information on Ranwen Novel."

"Is it included in the fire case because there is no evidence from Ranwen.com?" Fu Jiang suddenly intervened sharply.

"What do you want to say?" Engels was indifferent to Fu Jiang's contempt, and stared at her coldly. "As a fire closure, after a reasonable and legal procedure, everyone thinks it is very reasonable. We don't want to bring up that sad thing. Things. If you have any objections, you should report it to the court, but I suggest you not to do that."

"Sorry, we are rude, we are not here to reverse the case." Jung blocked Fu Jiang and said, "I heard that the police chief and your mother were also in the fire..."

"Yes, it's been a long time, nothing is left." Engels lowered his eyes, showing a painful and calm emotion, this is not a fake, the fire left a deep shadow in his heart, abnormal Anger and sadness.

"You don't want to find out the truth?" Fu Jiang asked again.

"The truth?" Engels sneered and said unwaveringly: "The truth is fire, and reality is so helpless. I think this is the most suitable for the victim's family."

"You think." Fu Jiang gave a chuckle, and said to Jung and me, "I'll go out and have a look." So he turned and left.

"I'm really sorry..." Jung apologized and said to Engels: "Her parents were killed in an arson case, and that case has not been solved."

The cooperation is so tacit, two big liars. If I hadn't understood Fu Jiang's character very well, and also knew the plan of this trip, they would have fooled me.

"Really?" Engels was silent for a while. After a while, he said, "I don't have anything to conceal. If you need it, you can ask Nietzsche to bring up the fire case file, but I I think you will be disappointed. Also, if there is nothing important about Ranwen.com, don’t disturb the soul of the deceased."

Although he said very vaguely, Jung and I understood that he was referring to an apartment rebuilt on the site of a mental hospital.

"I thank you for Dr. Bitt." Jung said sincerely.

He was about to say goodbye to Engels, and I suddenly remembered something.

"Excuse me..." I said, "Did it rain during the fire?"

For the first time, Engels gave a surprised look. I didn't speak from Ranwen Novel. I just looked at him directly.

"It's unbelievable, so it was not reported by Ranwen.com, but..." He hesitated and said, "Yes, it was raining heavily during the fire."

When Jung and I walked out of the sheriff's office, we saw Fu Jiang leaning on the corridor wall while sipping a cup of canned coffee. I looked aside and saw the vending machine in a corner. Although I have watched it on TV, I still feel surprised to see it in person.

"Next." Fu Jiang threw a can at me, "Are there any gains?"

"Engels is not an accomplice." I took the coffee and said in a low voice.

"Don't judge until there is definite evidence." Jung taught me a little. I can only shrug my shoulders~IndoMTL.com~Jung is my boss, his character and professional habits are more cautious than me. In terms of theory and experience, his approach is correct, but I still believe in my own judgment.

"I don't think he is either." Fu Jiang said.

"Why?" Jung glanced around and asked in a low voice.

"His anger and sadness are real."

"You should know that for people like him, emotions are not the dominant behavior." Jung said.

"You listened to him, he believed that his handling of the victim was correct, and there was indeed no dispute after the incident. He focused on favors and results, not rules." Fu Jiang said: " For example, if a murderer is caught by him, if the murderer is clever enough to escape legal sanctions, then he will execute the criminal privately."

"In other words, he concealed the facts, not to cover the murderer, but to protect the victims." Jung nodded, "It seems that the things of the year are not over yet. This may be the reason why he did not leave this town. One of them."

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