Chapter 1772

National Day for China, is absolutely a national jubilation of the grand festival, even after three days, people for a while and a half, still can not completely relax to return to normal working condition.

But across the Strait, I can't feel this happy atmosphere.

Just like Lin Wenhai, the gatekeeper, he still arrived at the unit to take over at 6:30 in the evening.

Lin Wenhai is 50 years old. He used to work in a shipyard before, but later he lost his job like many people because of the global economic recession in 1998.

After he lost his job and received a one-time subsidy from his employer, Lin Wenhai went around looking for work for his family, working as a stevedore at the wharf, selling clothes at roadside stalls, and collecting rags from the streets.

Don't think that the overall level here is higher than that in China. Like some TV shows, everyone works eight hours a day, five days a week, and goes to cafes or seaside for leisure in their spare time.

Those are just life on TV. There are many people like Lin Wenhai here - but few of them can find a security job in this city like him.

The area is so large, there are so many jobs, but there are more and more people. It's good to have a fixed job, so Lin Wenhai cherishes this job.

As usual, Lin Wenhai took over the day shift and went around the unit with another security guard, Lao Xu. When he found that the light was still on in the conference room on the third floor, he asked, "why, are the leaders still having a meeting tonight?"

"Almost? That's what happened two days ago. "

Lao Xu shrugged his shoulders indifferently and muttered: "it's strange that the leaders are very busy these days, and there are many strangers coming and going, but why didn't they hear the news of increasing production?"

This unit specializes in the production of fishing nets. Its efficiency has not been very good. It's half dead, but it's good to be able to pay a fixed salary.

"Who knows."

Lin Wenhai looked at the BMW in the parking lot and said, "go back and have a drink."

It's the horse of Ma Chenghai, the boss of the unit. It belongs to the object that the security guards focus on: if it's there, we should be more serious about our work attitude. If it's not there, we will be more relaxed.

What Lin Wenhai said about a drink is not a drink, but a cup of tea.

Long night, can't sleep, only drink tea.

When a pot of tea was exhausted, it was completely dark, and the light in the conference room on the third floor was even brighter.

"Tonight, it seems that boss Ma will have a meeting again in the morning."

Although white sleep for an afternoon, but Lin Wenhai is still a little sleepy, raised his hand to cover his mouth, yawned, saw a few people went to the door of the reception room.

By the light, Lin Wenhai can see that these are three men in black suits, all in their 40s or so, with briefcases under their ribs. At first glance, they are office workers, but they don't smile, as if they are asking for accounts.

"Well, what do you guys do?"

Sitting at the door of the window, Lao Xu asked a man standing in front of the window.

"We are from the national debt clearing office. Now we are ordered to come to Ma Chenghai to investigate a business in last year."

The man said and handed Xu a black work permit.

Lao Xu had never heard of the name of the debt clearing office. He took it and looked at the work permit several times. Then he said in a formulaic way: "sorry, boss Ma has already left work. If you want to find him, you'd better go to his place."

It's normal for Mr. Ma to say that he is still in the meeting room on the third floor. After all, it's one of the duties of the security guard to help the boss refuse such people to come in.

"We have made a clear investigation before we came here. Ma Chenghai is in the unit. Please cooperate with us."

Said the man, raising his hand.

In his hand, there was a black pistol.

Lao Xu was so stupid that he couldn't say a word with his wide mouth, but he slowly raised his hands like some scenes he saw on TV.

"Lao Xu, what are you doing? It's like surrendering."

Lin Wenhai, who didn't see the man with a gun in his hand, was puzzled. When he stood up, the door of the reception room was pushed open, and a black suit came through the iron fence.

Then, he finally understood why Lao Xu raised his hands, because he also raised his hands. His eyes were full of fear and he asked, "you, who are you?"

The answer to Lin Wenhai is a heavy blow.

He thundered in his head and collapsed on the ground, knowing nothing.

When Lin Wenhai woke up from the darkness, he felt a splitting headache, and the harsh siren sound seemed to be in his ear, whimpering.

Then, a lot of people's noise came from the side, like a group of flies that were startled to fly, so that people could not hear what they were saying.

"Oh, why does the head hurt so much?"

After shaking his head, Lin Wenhai opened his eyes and raised his hand. When he was about to go to Mo's forehead, he heard a female voice say, "please don't move. You are being injected intravenously."

"What?"

Lin Wenhai's dazed eyes slowly focused, and then he saw a woman nurse in white with a medicine bottle in her hand.

Behind the female nurse is the gate of the unit he is very familiar with.

A lot of people stood outside the gate, and some people had cameras hanging around their necks, just like reporters. They all stood behind a blue ribbon and looked here on tiptoe. Some people also said, "ah, it's carried out, it's carried out!"

Lin Wenhai knows that the ribbon that blocks people is called cordon.

On this side of the cordon, there were four or five policemen, who were trying to persuade everyone to step back and not cross the cordon.

With headache, female nurses, police, reporters outside the cordon, and a large number of onlookers, the sound of the ambulance's clattering makes people's brain AChE - Lin Wenhai is no stranger to this scene, because he often sees it on TV.

A lot of TV plays, as long as there is a terrorist attack or other cases somewhere, the scene will be like this.

But the key problem is that all this should happen on TV or other people. How can it happen? When Lin Wenhai thought of it in consternation, he suddenly realized something. Regardless of the female nurse's advice, he sat up and looked back, and saw a group of people composed of medical staff and police, carrying a lot of stretchers, coming out of the office building one after another.

On each stretcher, there was a man lying, but his body was covered with white cloth, his head was covered, he was motionless, and his arms were still weak.

dead person.

The corner of Lin Wenhai's mouth, forced to draw a few times, eyes fixed on one of the dead on the stretcher, hanging down the arm: that has lost vitality of the arm, wrist, wearing a Rolex watch.

The whole unit, only one person wearing such a watch, that is the boss Ma Chenghai.

The boss died. All the 11 people in the meeting last night died. They were killed in the meeting room with pistols equipped with silencers. It was only after daybreak this morning that the security guard who came to pick up the night shift found Lao Xu and Lin Wenhai fainting in the communication room that they hurriedly called the police and found the dead bodies in the meeting room.

Among the 11 people, Lin Wenhai only knows four of them (all of them belong to his own unit). No matter how kind the police are, they just can't get along with each other.

This is a murder with bad influence. Eleven people died at one time, and all of them were shot to death. Lin Wenhai believes that this news will definitely stir the whole country.

In fact, the murder of Ma Chenghai and other 11 people did not become the domestic explosive news as Lin Wenhai thought, because their death was only one of the people killed last night!

Last night, on the night when Lin Wenhai was knocked unconscious with a pistol, a total of 39 people were killed in six cases in three cities in China!

These six murders are definitely targeted and premeditated.

In other words, the 39 people killed were all killed by the same terrorist organization.

How many years has the island been calm?

Under the wise leadership of high-level people, people have long been used to the peaceful life of singing every night and finding nothing to lose. There is no oppression, no injustice, no unemployment... There is only peace that all countries in the world envy.

But how could this peace be suddenly broken by the death of 39 people?

And the most important thing is that at the press conference specially held for the 106 (October 6) murder, spokesmen of the police, the government and other departments severely condemned an unknown organization. On the night, 14 people, like Ma Chenghai, were killed.

The police were silent, the government was angry, and a large number of people were mobilized to launch a nationwide crackdown.

However, it is a pity that for five consecutive nights after the 106 massacre, people were shot every night, sometimes more than a dozen or at least six.

Every night in a week, people will be shot and killed somewhere, all with one shot. The victims are either at home, on the road, at work, and a few at seaside resorts.

In all the surveillance videos at the scene of the crime, the murderer's shadow and even appearance are locked in: This is a group of men in black suits, all in their 40s or so, with ordinary appearance.

The police found their appearance, measured their height, weight, and even some obvious physical characteristics - but the problem is that no matter how much manpower and material resources the police put in, they can never find their whereabouts.

For a whole week, there were assassinations every night. All the police were sent out, and even some experts from Interpol were invited, but the killers were never found.

When night comes, the God of death will follow. The fear of making waves tonight makes the people of the whole island extremely scared. They no longer dare to go to the streets and hide at home, strongly condemning the incompetence of the government and the police.

The week-long murder completely disrupted people's normal life, let alone at night. Even during the day, there were fewer vehicles on the streets.

Who can guarantee that there will be car bombs in the daytime?

It's too much to use these eight words to describe the dignified atmosphere of Baodao.

However, when the people of Baodao are hiding at home, strongly condemning the murderer with the Internet, and the government is incompetent, a yacht in the coastal waters is echoing the light piano music.

A girl in a white gauze skirt, reclining on the deck chair, holding a glass of red wine, absolutely perfect two snow feet, casually placed on the front table.

Light starlight sprinkled on her face, as if reflecting a layer of gentle, peaceful light.