Chapter 1774

The murder on October 14, the eighth day of the serial murders on Treasure Island, also increased the number of victims to 83.

Will homicide continue?

Who is the killer?

From where?

Infernal?

The killer must have come from hell, like a ghost, and we can't catch him.

What's the purpose of these ghosts?

What is the relationship among the 83 people killed?

How can the country face this unprecedented murder, when can we find out the murderer, give a satisfactory answer to the people, disperse the growing dark clouds above, and let the rampant God of death stop its roar——

Looking at the words in the newspaper, Huo Lianxing shook his eyes a few times. After a long breath, he put down the newspaper with a tired look, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and propped his elbow on the table. For a long time, he didn't move until there was a slight knock on the door.

"Come in."

By the time the secretary came in with high-heeled shoes, Huo Lianxing had regained the calm and composure that the former director of the Third Bureau of counter terrorism should have.

"Secretary, this is a written document issued by the general administration. Please rush to the general administration immediately to attend the emergency meeting on" breaking the ghost operation. "

The child put a fax document on his desk with both hands.

The so-called operation to break the ghost is a special action plan named by the authorities to track down the murderer after three consecutive days of homicide. Besides the professional departments such as police, military statistics and anti-terrorism, the participants also have some assistance departments.

The ghost breaking operation has been launched for five days, and the manpower input has reached more than 30000 people. This is the largest operation in history to search for the murderer. In the past eight days, thousands of suspects have been invited into the powerful department to accept strict examination.

For a moment, all the problem teenagers wandering on the streets disappeared, let alone came out at night. Even walking on the streets during the day, no one dared to show the tattoos on their arms, for fear that they would be regarded as 106 major cases (all homicides belong to 106 major cases) and the suspects would be caught drinking tea in a certain department.

In the past seven days, Huo Lianxing has participated in five such emergency meetings, and then immediately deployed his troops when he came back - but the effect is very disappointing, the ghost still exists, and people are killed every night.

"I see. Let Xiao sang (the driver of the special bus for the director of the Third Bureau) stand by and I'll go down immediately."

Picked up the fax to see a few eyes, Huo Lianxing put down, light to the children said.

"Yes."

The child nodded, turned and walked out of the director's office.

In fact, her secretary's office is diagonally opposite to the outside of the director's office, so that she can see everyone passing by and make her own judgment.

As soon as the child came to the door of his office, his mobile phone rang.

Open a look at the caller ID, the children's eyes on the floating smile, looked at the empty corridor, and then speed up the pace to the elevator.

It's a call from the boy's boyfriend.

There is still more than a month to go before the little boy and his boyfriend get married.

On the 3rd of last month, they had just taken wedding photos. This time, they called to tell her that they had taken the photos. They were in the car outside the counter terrorism agency and asked her if she could see them first.

Girls, of course, hope to see their wedding photos for the first time. Even when they are at work, even if they have three or five minutes, no one will say anything.

When the child came to the door of the elevator, the elevator just came down from the upper floor. She quickly raised her hand and pressed the key.

When the elevator door opened slowly, she laughed at her colleagues inside. Before she went in, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. Instinctively, she looked there and saw two men and women in our bureau's work clothes coming up from the corner.

The two men and women were talking in a low voice as they walked.

Because of the angle, the children couldn't see their faces, but they didn't think much and walked into the elevator.

Children's mind, fly to the boyfriend side, Huo Lianxing put down the phone.

He wanted to call, but when he was about to dial the number that had never been dialed before, he put it down again: now, it's not the time to dial that number.

Other members of the Third Bureau of counter terrorism can't figure out the relationship between Ma Chenghai and other 83 victims. However, Huo Lianxing knows that the 83 people who have branches all over the country and seem to have no relationship at all are actually the third class members of hurricane, that is, the lowest outside members.

Huo Lianxing himself is the second-class member of hurricane, holding more than 100 third class members.

Every second-class member has more than 100 third-class members. As for the total number of second-class members, it is only the first-class members, even the hall leader level, who know.

Huo Lianxing, has not yet known these qualifications.

But he knew that Ma Chenghai and other 83 people were under the jurisdiction of another second-class member: a woman named Yan Fengjiao.

Yan Fengjiao, the director of an organization here, is 47 years old, one year younger than Huo Lianxing. They know each other and Huo Lianxing knows that Ma Chenghai and others are under her jurisdiction. That's because their relationship is unusual.

They used to be lovers, but later they parted ways for some reasons, but for more than 20 years, they have always kept the most intimate relationship in secret.

Because of this kind of relationship, Yan Fengjiao has no secret for him, so he can know that Ma Chenghai and others are her subordinates.

From the killing of Ma Chenghai and others, Huo Lianxing has long known the truth: there is something wrong with Yan Fengjiao, and the list of people she leads has been given by the killers.

At present, Yan Fengjiao herself is not here. The day before Ma Chenghai was killed, her aunt died in the United States, and she has gone there to mourn.

After the news that Ma Chenghai and others were killed came out, Huo Lianxing immediately contacted Yan Fengjiao - but so far, she has never been contacted.

She seems to be missing, or dead. Otherwise, there's no reason why she won't answer his phone or come back.

The fact that the first love may have been killed long ago makes Huo Lianxing very angry, but at the same time, he is also very afraid: will Yan Fengjiao reveal his true identity?

This large-scale assassination is obviously from the enemy of the hurricane.

But the enemy of the hurricane, in addition to the mainland cliffs, who else?

Who is qualified to be the enemy of hurricane?

Huo Lianxing is not good enough to know this.

He just had a hunch that death would knock at the door the next moment.

Help, help.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Huo Lianxing's meditation.

Just like when the child knocked on the door, Huo Lianxing sat up straight and said, "come in."

The door opened, and two men and women in black suits appeared at the door. The woman wore a pair of glasses, and her lips were red. The man's face was expressionless, as if he had painted a layer of flour that was very similar to the color of his skin.

As the director of the Third Bureau, Huo Lianxing has hundreds of staff. He may not be able to name everyone, but he will definitely have an impression on everyone.

But this pair of men and women, he did not have the slightest impression, instinct slightly frown: "you are..."

A gun, from the woman holding the wenjiajia inside exposed.

As she pulled the trigger of the pistol with the muffler, the man said, "we are here to kill you."

"Damn it, damn it. How can your expression be so obscene? If it's seen, where can I put my face! Hum, at that time, I said not to take this photo, and you agreed, but how can you add it without authorization? I'm so angry with you! "

Looking at the photo of the boy friend stretching his right hand under his skirt, the little boy blushed and raised his hand to smash on the boy friend, which made him shout for help and made the security guard standing next to him laugh.

The boy friend's intentional cry for help made the boy more shy. After kicking him, he turned around and left: "hum, don't come to me again, let alone tell people that you are my fiance!"

To this kind of small threat, my boyfriend has been used to it for a long time. He just kisses her repeatedly, which makes the child who peeps back more embarrassed. He speeds up the pace of escape until he escapes into the front and back of the elevator door of the office building.

When the elevator door opened, the child took a step aside to let the people inside come out first.

What came out was a pair of men and women. The woman was wearing a pair of black framed glasses, and her lips were very red. It was very ugly. After a look, the child was unwilling to look again, and instinctively moved her eyes away.

After the couple came out, the child stepped into the elevator.

When the elevator door closed slowly, the man and woman also walked to the door of the hall, and the pace was very fast.

"It's strange that I haven't seen them before, and it seems that I have seen them somewhere."

The child shook his head in some wonder, no longer thinking, leaning on the elevator, and began to think about the beautiful self in the wedding photo.

After the elevator came to her working floor, the child just came out of it, and the phone rang again.

This time it's Xiao sang: "sister Tong, how come Huo Ju hasn't come down yet? I've got the car ready. "

"Oh, just a moment. I'll go to the office right away."

The child buttoned up the phone and quickened his pace of walking. He went to Huo Lianxing's office and raised his hand to knock a few times.

There's no answer in there.

"Director Huo, are you in there? Let me ask you, sonny, and say -- "

After the child knocked on the door again, he still didn't hear Huo Lianxing's voice inside, so he pushed the door open and stayed.

Then, in front of the car on the sixth floor, Xiao sang, who was waiting for director Huo Lianxing, heard a shrill cry: "ah!"

Huo Lianxing, the chief of the Third Bureau of anti terrorism, was shot in the office in broad daylight.

The suspects are a couple of men and women who don't want to be seen more.

This is also the first official figure who died on the ninth day of the 106 major cases, and the weight is important enough.

In the past eight days, 83 people were killed at night, when people subconsciously thought it would be safe during the day.

But with Huo Lianxing's being killed, especially other Mingan's identity, people suddenly realize that death doesn't only appear in the dark!

However, Huo Lianxing didn't die in vain, which was what the murderers didn't expect: before he died, he dipped his finger in blood and wrote a few words under the table: Mainland, Shen.

Mainland China, Shen.

These three words seem to be mindless, but as long as you think about them a little, you can find some clues.

Undoubtedly, the mainland represents that the killers come from the mainland of China.

Shen, in most cases, represents a surname.

The murderer's surname is Shen, at least it has to do with Shen.

From the mainland, surnamed Shen.