I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 173: Brave and Diligent
The essence of the world is a huge makeshift team.

Jiang Hanwen used to disagree with this statement. After all, how could a world built up with so many high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and famous scholars be so casual?
But now, he firmly believes it.

Jiang Hanwen looked at the hot news pushed on his mobile phone - Hong Kong, four women from the Lan Kwai Fong nightclub disappeared one after another. The police searched for many days without success, and the people of Hong Kong were in panic.

Jiang Hanwen clicked on the page, which contained the name and photo of the missing woman.

She was indeed a gorgeous girl with a beautiful appearance, but I saw the names of several missing women.

Jiang Hanwen's eyes widened.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable dizziness and his memory was confused.

What's going on? Wasn't this case more than 30 years ago?

In previous cases, whether it was the honey trap case or the Langya case, there were some deviations in the time of the incident and the circumstances of the case.

These are all still within Jiang Hanwen's understanding.

But what is happening now? Is it a world line chaos or the Mandela phenomenon?
How come there is such a big difference?

The dizziness came over me like a tide. It wasn't just a hangover, but the dizzying feeling of a misplaced reference point.

It's like when you are driving, the car in the next lane is not moving, but you feel that your car is moving, and your physical sense and vision are confused.

The lights in the hotel room were not on, and the red neon lights of the distant building shone through the window, giving the room an eerie dark red color.

Jiang Hanwen sat alone at the head of the bed in his pajamas, his eyes fixed on the green carpet under his feet, red and green alternating in his eyes.
He began to doubt which memory was real.

If even the time of the case does not match, then are the so-called files and evidence in my mind correct?

What about these cases? How many of those murderers, who were either extremely vicious or weeping, or had long since died, were right?
Fear, a fear of being rejected by another world occupied Jiang Hanwen's heart.

The negative emotions from countless murders accumulated and exploded.

Doubt the reality of the world.

Everything began to fall apart. Jiang Hanwen kept scanning the faces of the four missing women on his phone. These photos were like a spinning top that had escaped from a dream in Inception, reminding Jiang Hanwen that this world was fake and was just a weird projection of the subconscious.

Jiang Hanwen's breathing became more and more rapid, his whole body was shaking violently, and the red light in the room became stronger and stronger, as if sticky blood was constantly wrapping around him.

He wanted to call for help, screaming loudly, but no sound came out. He could only open his mouth like a dying fish, and a strange gurgling sound came from his throat.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

"Brother Jiang, open the door, brother Jiang, I'm Zhao Xilai. What time did you go to bed? Are you up for a drink? I just made a mushroom hot pot and beef balls from the kitchen, and fried a plate of green onion and a bottle of Feitian Mao. Let's have a drink together."

Old Zhao's chattering voice came from outside the door.

The sound was as loud as a bell, and its masculine energy rushed into the house through the crack in the door, causing the red atmosphere in the room to shake violently.

"dong dong dong"

Lao Zhao's knocking on the door became louder and louder.

After dinner, he watched Jiang Hanwen go upstairs. He has been chatting with people in the lobby until now and has not seen him come down.

He realized something was wrong.

Could something have happened?

Old Zhao put the induction cooker with the mushroom hot pot on the ground.

There was no time to go downstairs to get the room card, so he just took off his coat, revealing his horrible muscular body.

The 1.90-meter-tall strong man squatted down to gather strength.

With a loud bang, the palm-thick wooden door was smashed into two pieces.

After a while.

White smoke rose up in the room, which was the heat rising from the mushroom hotpot.

The beef balls in the hot pot kept rolling, and the color was particularly tempting under the bright light.

Two men sat cross-legged on the carpet, eating hot pot, two disposable paper cups, and a bottle of Feitian Mao.

The wooden door in the entrance hall that was broken into two pieces had not been cleaned up yet, and people passing by the corridor had to peek in.

The hotel did not dare to disturb the two distinguished guests, but sent waiters to bring two plates of peanuts, a dish of pork head, two blue and white porcelain wine glasses, and two more bottles of wine.

As for that door.

Director Zhao had already spoken, but he was drunk and wanted to practice his kung fu, and accidentally broke Consultant Jiang's door.

The manager reported to the boss obediently and got the reply: As long as Director Zhao didn't burn down the hotel, there was no need to report other small matters to him. It was just a door, just replace it.

"Brother Zhao, this time it's all thanks to you."

Jiang Hanwen picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Lao Zhao, and then drank it all in one gulp.

For a teetotaler to drink like this, he must be serious. "To be honest, I almost suffocated just now."

Jiang Hanwen smacked his lips. This wine was really spicy.

He is still frightened by what happened just now. Thinking about it, he had often suffered from sleep paralysis in the past, and Jiang Hanwen didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that this time it would be so serious that he almost lost his life.

"Hey, we brothers, why should we be polite to each other? Bro, I've been in the same situation as you just now."

Old Zhao had a handful of peanuts, a handful of pork head, and drank two large glasses of wine.

"Oh? Old Zhao Ni has a similar physique to Wu Song. How could he be possessed by a nightmare?"

Jiang Hanwen picked up a few slices of mushrooms, put them in his mouth and tasted them carefully. They were indeed fresh, tender and delicious.

"What's the big deal? Anyone who has been on the battlefield and is a killer, no matter if you are a peerless general or an ancient evildoer, will not be able to escape this nightmare. Why do you think Prime Minister Cao killed someone in his dream?"

"This thing was placed in ancient military camps. It was called the camp roar or the camp explosion. It was caused by soldiers who had experienced life-and-death struggles and whose nerves were highly tense, causing a brief insanity."

Old Zhao spoke of this in great detail and like he knew everything about it, which made Jiang Hanwen stunned.

"As for me, I led a team to hunt down drug fans in the mountains and forests along the border."

Old Zhao took a deep breath, as if he didn't want to recall the unbearable past.

"I was the captain, with eight brothers under me, four of them were Type 56 and a half, and I was the only one that made five Type 54s. The mountains and forests along the China-Middle East border were densely forested, and there were too many poisonous insects and rats. In those days, we couldn't even get enough bulletproof vests."

"The group found the drug offender's broken-down car on the corridor and chased him directly into the dense forest. The forest was so dense that no one could be seen more than five meters away. The hillside was also steep and there was no road at all."

"I was leading the way, but God was blind. When our team was walking down, the drug offenders actually ran over us from the other side."

"You can't even see anyone through the trees. By the time we run into each other, we're already very close."

"Brother, you don't know what close combat is. Pistols and rifles are fired at a distance of several meters. Not to mention that you don't have a bulletproof vest, even if you have one, you can't withstand it."

"Both sides were stunned for less than a second. We opened fire first, knocking down several people. But those beasts were on high ground and threw fragmentation grenades at us. After the grenade exploded, I was the only one left standing in my team."

Old Zhao suddenly stopped talking, picked up the wine glass and drank by himself.

"and after?"

Just by hearing what Lao Zhao said, Jiang Hanwen could feel how tragic the situation was at that time.

If a fragmentation grenade was thrown at him from a distance of several meters, the man would have been turned into a sack of dust. The most likely reason why Lao Zhao survived was that he was blocked by the tree.

"Later, I picked up two 56 and a half guns from my teammates and shot all the remaining duds."

Old Zhao said it calmly.

But things are definitely not as easy as he said. On the battlefield, it is a matter of life and death, and bullets have no eyes.

"There were nine people in our team, and I was the only one alive. There were 17 drug dealers, and we killed them all."

Old Zhao sighed.

"At that time, my stomach was gurgling with blood. I found some herbs and tied them up with clothes. Then I fell to the ground and couldn't move. Then I looked at the dark treetops and lay on my brother's back. I smelled the blood on his body all night long."

"It was exactly the same as what you experienced just now. I was in a nightmare with endless drug dealers surrounding me. I resisted all night and waited for rescue at dawn. I saved my life."

Old Zhao filled Jiang Hanwen's glass.

"Brother, you are dealing with murders all the time, and it is inevitable that this kind of situation will occur."

"But I can see that you are not an ordinary person. Haha, I'm not saying this to you, brother. Ordinary people don't have such a strong evil spirit. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are haunted by a wronged ghost."

"Come on, do it!"

Old Zhao straightened his back, and his bear-like body blocked out the lights in the corridor.

"Brother! I have little education, so I don't have much to say, but there is something I need to tell you."

"Whether you encounter an inner demon or a villain, it's the same as encountering a ghost. You must not be weak. If you are weak, it will take advantage of you. If you are strong, it will not dare to approach you."

“A gentleman is like a god, a villain is like a devil. Although this is just a colloquial saying, it is a great truth.”

"No matter what kind of demons and monsters there are, just pick up your sword and cut them down. You are a great talent, so you should be brave and make progress, and you shouldn't worry about trivial matters."

Old Zhao's words were like the loud sound of a huge bell, shocking everyone.

How dare this guy say he is uneducated? Do these words sound like something a rough person could say?
Jiang Hanwen laughed.

As if infected by Lao Zhao's fierce and brave spirit, he also followed Lao Zhao's example, grabbed a handful of pig's head and swallowed it down with wine.

Then he exclaimed it was so enjoyable.

The haze that had been lingering in my heart for a long time was also swept away.

"Real or imaginary, does it matter? What I see is real, what I hear is real. The time of the case doesn't match? Then go check it out. As for the murderer, I, Jiang Hanwen, will never wrongly accuse a good person with my sharp eyes."

(End of this chapter)