Police Detective

Everyone left and went back to their homes. Bai Song still had a few people to look for.

The first one is Political Commissar Jiang.

The cases that came into contact with Political Commissar Jiang were all confidential matters, so Bai Song didn't tell anyone and took a taxi to the destination alone.

This place is in Tiannan District. It doesn't have a brand, but it covers a large area and has a large yard. It looks antique. After showing his ID and verifying his identity, Political Commissar Jiang came out to pick up Bai Song before letting him in.

The management style here is a bit like that of the Eighth Bureau. The last time Bai Song went to the Eighth Bureau to visit his senior, the process was the same.

When we entered the compound, it looked unremarkable, that is, it looked relatively clean and quite empty.

The main building is the office area. Political Commissar Jiang did not take Bai Song there, but pointed to a four-story building next to it: "Basically all the confidential cases are here."

Entering this area requires a second security check, and Bai Song also signed an agreement.

"This is a necessary process. Even if the city leaders come, they have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Of course, they usually won't come." Political Commissar Jiang said, "How about it, does it taste like that?"

"It feels good." Bai Song smiled slightly.

"Well, you must have seen this scene several times." Political Commissar Jiang smiled.

After passing the security check, Political Commissar Jiang opened the access control on the first floor through iris detection, and Bai Song followed him into the corridor.

Not long after entering the corridor, Bai Song was attracted by the photo wall inside a glass cabinet.

The glass cabinet is very clean. If it were not for the light problem, you might not even be able to see the glass. There are more than fifty photos inside, but all the photos are on pure white photo paper without any avatars. Here is a simple Write name and age.

"What is this?" Bai Song took a closer look, only to find that this age was a senior year.

Political Commissar Jiang did not answer Bai Song. Bai Song already understood that these were comrades who had sacrificed their lives in the security department over the years.

There's a name underneath each photo, and it's certainly not his real name.

Each person's photo is blank, reflecting a mind-blowing white light in the scattered sunlight.

Bai Song looked at everyone's name and age. Basically, they were all between 20 and 40 years old, and six of them were younger than Bai Song. There is no description here of the earth-shattering cases they handled, nor details of why or where they died, but it has already given Bai Song a sense of heaviness.

Looking at these, Bai Song's nose felt a little sore. He visited Zhao Xugang and Yu Dechen today, and when he saw these blank photos again, he couldn't move.

"I know four people here." Political Commissar Jiang picked up the white towel next to the glass cabinet and came over to wipe it: "Some things are not, and actually do not need to be known to everyone."

Bai Song was silent.

"Okay, let's not look at these anymore." Political Commissar Jiang put the towel aside: "This world will never lack these. Detective Bai, have you ever been afraid?"

"It has never happened before," Bai Song said: "The road that our ancestors have not yet completed is still with us. There will always be sacrifices in revolutionary work. We are just survivors."

"Yes." Political Commissar Jiang took a few steps forward: "Follow me."

Political Commissar Jiang walked in front, followed by Bai Song, and soon entered an ordinary room. Then, Political Commissar Jiang took out a file box and placed something in front of Bai Song.

Bai Song has seen it before. This is the Vietnamese Dong with a face value of 100,000 in Li's case.

"There are some secrets here, which are top secret. I applied with my superiors. I need to tell you some of the clues inside. Because this may affect your future handling of cases," Political Commissar Jiang said: "We will work with you this time The leaders of the department have discussed this matter. Since the main criminal's potential threat to society is too great, and your team is the absolute main case handling team, I need to tell you this information, but only you can know it, and no one else can."

"I understand." Bai Song said calmly.

In fact, in this environment, especially after seeing the photo wall just now, it was hard for Bai Song not to feel calm.

Although they are all plain white photo paper, for some reason, each photo seems to have a soul, giving future generations endless courage and hope.

"Okay", Political Commissar Jiang took out a piece of report paper, which was obviously newly printed.

There are many things here that Bai Song still can't understand, so the original report must have been abridged.

Taking the A4 paper, Bai Song read it twice carefully.

This Vietnamese dong involves some lists, and the lists are all key figures, and the encryption mode is still used. After such a long period of decryption, several people on the list have been arrested, but since most of the lists are also code names, the effect is not particularly good.

But this is not the most critical thing. This money also retains a key account password, which contains a lot of funds and information.

Bai Song looked at it carefully again: "I remember it."

"Okay." Political Commissar Jiang took the paper from Bai Song's hand and placed it in an old machine nearby. Then the paper began to burn. After it burned out, there was a blast from inside, and this confidential document completely became Irrecoverable dust.

Bai Song looked calm at the moment, but there was already a turmoil in his heart.

Political Commissar Jiang himself might not even know what he had just seen, but Bai Song felt something about it.

Remember the taxi driver who was investigating a case near Tianhua University the last time you came here? The driver was investigating an organization that brainwashed college students and provided criminal methods, but there was still no result. Now, Bai Song did not dare to say what the results were, but he could basically confirm that this organization did exist, and that there was financial flow behind it. support.

Bai Song really wanted to know more about this kind of thing that could be seen but not touched.

"Why didn't you bring Wang Liang in?" Bai Song asked, "This matter is on the Internet. If you tell Wang Liang, it may have better results."

"This is a rule from your superiors," Political Commissar Jiang said, "You just have to abide by it."

"Understood", Bai Song nodded. He knew it was not that the leaders did not trust Wang Liang, but that this matter was indeed too special and it was not easy to tell him this.

"Okay", Political Commissar Jiang nodded: "I'm looking forward to receiving your call again, or you can call my superior directly."

"Um."

After leaving here, Bai Song had a new sense of direction for the next case. At least he could determine where his opponent came from.

This was a long-term case. Bai Song thought about it as he walked. After leaving the compound, he decided to first visit his master and other old colleagues and friends, and finally visit Qin Wushuang's father.