I must be crazy.

Even in the most arrogant dream, Wu Qingchen never thought that one day he would wear a wrinkled shirt and equally wrinkled pants, put on a layer of bulletproof vest and a layer of life jacket, and two pieces of bulletproof glass were erected in front of him, sitting upright on the rostrum of the Great Hall of the People, and sitting in front of him was row after row, no matter whether his skin was yellow, white or black, his face was filled with anxiety, panic, surprise, expectation, etc., and so on.

I must be crazy.

Wu Qingchen lowered his head and pressed his head, which was secretly painful, trying to get himself out of this dream quickly.

This absurd dream is as absurd, even more absurd as the dream I had in an old house thousands of kilometers away five hours ago.

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I don’t know if there is any rumor. It is said that when the manager of the home decoration market sells wooden doors to customers, apart from boasting about their beauty, environmental protection and health, the most important reason for recommendation is the soft and pleasant sound when knocking on the door.

However, whether it is an iron door, a wooden door, or a plastic door that is rejected by the market at the top. When it has been knocked for more than five minutes but has not received any response, there is a door environmental damage factor called "Come on Temperament", which will turn the knocking sound from the initial pleasant "Ku tuk tuk..." to the less pleasant "Ku tuk..."

Then, it became the current "bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!"

The effect is significant.

Half a minute later, the door slowly opened, revealing a young man who was still yawning.

When no one was awakened halfway through sleep, he would be happy. Even if the young man who had just opened the door was beating Ayao, his face still accurately expressed his irritable and impatient expression.

However, in less than a second, just after seeing the outsider clearly, the young man's face was irritable and impatient, and his sleepy eyes immediately disappeared, and his sleepy eyes suddenly opened.

This is normal. Not everyone can see two serious policemen and two more serious soldiers standing outside the door when they just got off a nap.

"Wu Qingchen?"

There was no complaint about "Why did you come to open the door so long" or "I'm embarrassed to disturb me". The door opened and glanced at the young man. The policeman standing in front seemed to move forward casually, and his right foot naturally stuck between the door frame and the door.

"Yes... it's me..." The young man couldn't help but retreated, and his left hand that opened the door was hanging down at a loss, and pulled his wrinkled pants on his body.

“Move here on May 3, 2011?”

"Yes..." The young man who had been confirmed to be named Wu Qingchen, who moved here on May 3, 2011 swallowed his saliva.

"Graduated from Chengxi Primary School in Jiangxian County? In the fourth grade of elementary school, I was in a classroom due to a conflict between classmates. I was injured in the root of my left eyebrow? Is there a 7mm scar?"

“What…is…yes…”

A small frame that happened more than ten years ago has only been investigated? Or is it a decade of secret injuries, and now it has finally happened? This problem surprised Wu Qingchen. Unconsciously, his hands left his wrinkled pants and began to unconsciously, of course, tidy up his equally wrinkled shirt.

It seemed as if he had not seen Wu Qingchen's panic and nervousness at all. The policeman opposite stared at Wu Qingchen's left eyebrows for a while, then lowered his head and compared the several pages of documents in his hand that were obviously rubbed into pieces, and asked a series of questions in succession.

Some of these questions are very simple, nothing more than Wu Qingchen's past or current situation, graduation, work, resignation, etc. These questions are easy to answer. The content left for Wu Qingchen to fill in the blanks is only the poor "yes", "yes", and "it seems yes".

Some problems are much troublesome, many of which are small traces left by Wu Qingchen due to various reasons such as fighting, outdoor work, housework, and even the natural occurrence of the body.

For example: Is there a 5mm and semi-arc scar on the first knuckle of the ring finger of the left hand? Are there two black spots on the back of the right forearm at 13 cm, and the radii of the two is 03mm and 02mm respectively?...

Of course, Wu Qingchen could not remember such a problem too clearly.

No normal person can remember it completely.

Fortunately, the middle-aged policeman and another soldier who came over at some point did not care much about Wu Qingchen's answer for this kind of question. They just compared Wu Qingchen's body very carefully according to the description of the several pages of the documents in their hands.

What's going on? The police still need to verify the correctness of the person so carefully? No, arrest the person? Why arrest me? No, no, why should I arrest me?

Suddenly realizing this, Wu Qingchen was a little angry. What was even more annoying was that the middle-aged policeman in front of him was still merciting him as if he was playing a monkey, asking him to lift his trouser legs again and again, and asking him to turn his head again and again.

Finally, when the middle-aged policeman asked Wu Qingchen to "raise his left hand a little higher," he completely broke out!

This young man who has not figured out what's going on since the door opened...

This young man who has never had the chance to say a word since the door opened...

This young man who has been ignoring dignity, right to know and house ownership since the door opened, heard the whine, hateful face, and bad tone of the middle-aged policeman who "raises his left hand a little higher," for the seventh and eighth time, he suddenly turned his left hand----

Only raised a little...not higher...

In this way, the police and soldiers got the cooperation they wanted, and Wu Qingchen also expressed his dissatisfaction and anger.

And such a subtle way would not waste any time. Although the police and another soldier's inspection was quite careful, the progress was still quite fast.

At most three or five minutes, Wu Qingchen's hands, forearms, and calves, which were not awkward parts, had been carefully visited by the two of them several times. The documents in the middle-aged policeman's hands also turned to the last page, and finally made the request that Wu Qingchen should cooperate more: "Mr. Wu, please pull your shirt and there is one last place."

Wu Qingchen, who continued to be angry, continued to be implicit and obeyed this request.

When he pulled up his shirt, Wu Qingchen's movements were lighter.

This is purely the instinct of the body.

It was probably because he was not proud enough when he was sleeping at noon. He zipped the quilt or the buttons of the shirt. Wu Qingchen felt a little hurt in his abdomen, and naturally avoided the slightly painful position when he pulled his clothes.

Because he lowered his head and felt that he was not keen, Wu Qingchen, who was concentrating on pulling his clothes, did not notice that the two policemen and two soldiers, who had been extremely serious since the door opened and had almost no expression changed, showed shocked eyes almost at the same time when Wu Qingchen pulled up his shirt.

Following the eyes of the four people, Wu Qingchen, who had just raised his head, lowered his head again:

There are no black spots, no scars, no swollen marks, no similar traces from previous inspections, only a small circular hole with a radius of about 5 mm and a depth of 10 mm.

The scientific name is belly button.

Apart from the fact that the skin is a little dimmer than when I was eighteen years old, this is purely the abdomen of a very ordinary young man.

but……

Strange? Wu Qingchen looked at his stomach carefully. Strange, it was probably because it hurts a little, so why didn’t there be any red marks?

So Wu Qingchen raised his right hand and pressed it gently.

Then there was a neat and uniform breathing sound.

"What to do!" "Let go!" "Stop!" "Take your hand away!"

Wu Qingchen did better: he raised his hands.

From this standard surrender posture, we can see how severe these four chants are.

There was no laughter, as if Wu Qingchen raised his hands could shoot deadly bullets, or there was an invisible deadly killer hidden in the bright corridor. The four of them stared at Wu Qingchen, patrolled around with searching eyes, and looked up and down. After a long time, they finally breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was no abnormality.

"From now on, don't move around..." Compared to dozens of seconds ago, the middle-aged policeman's face turned a little pale, and there was obvious sweat on his forehead. He probably felt that this requirement was too broad, so he paused. The middle-aged policeman added: "It's fine to be similar to usual, and the movement should be as small as possible."

“Yes…yes…”

Do I look so dangerous? Is it possible to hide a gun in my shirt that doesn’t have a pocket, or can I take out a knife from my belly button?

The moment when the four of them shouted loudly, Wu Qingchen thought he would be shot dead on the spot next moment, and his head was blank and his legs almost couldn't stand firm. At this time, although the middle-aged policeman's voice was quite soft, Wu Qingchen still felt stiff all over, and even his tongue was a little knotted.

"Okay, put your hands down. What's wrong with your stomach? I feel uncomfortable? How do you feel?" Another soldier standing next to Wu Qingchen found that Wu Qingchen's movement of putting down his hands was quite stiff, so he couldn't help but lift his right hand, as if he wanted to pat Wu Qingchen's shoulder to relax him a little, but as if he had remembered something, he took it back.

Wu Qingchen still didn't notice this change, but just answered honestly: "Well, a little bit, maybe it's a joke, it feels like... like..."

"It's like being mixed with branches and falling onto the stone. Fortunately, the stone is very round, but it just made a quick fuck, and it still doesn't feel the pain?"

"Huh..." It makes no sense? Wu Qingchen was extremely surprised.

This description is a bit too accurate.

Because this is the last scene of Wu Qingchen dreaming at noon.

At noon, Wu Qingchen had a very absurd and strange dream.

In my dream, Wu Qingchen suddenly arrived at a village that often appears in ancient Western movies. The blue sky, white clouds, and the undulating hills that could not be seen at first sight; the green grass, gurgling streams, and the breeze rustled through several tall trees.

What is ridiculous is that in such a beautiful picture, Wu Qingchen did not ride a horse, nor did he beside him, but he held some kind of tool in his hand, standing in a small plant that he had never seen before, and there were two strangers he had never known at all...

At the same time, sweating profusely, with stains on his face, and soreness all over his body... it seemed that he was doing some farm work that he had never heard of.

What's even more ridiculous is that in the world in the dream, friends talk to each other or talk to Wu Qingchen. Wu Qingchen couldn't understand a word, and he didn't know what he should do even when he stood in the bushes.

After a while in a daze, Wu Qingchen walked out of the plant bush, put down his tools, and found a grass to lie down to rest.

Then, after some time, one of the strangers suddenly walked out of the plant and stood beside the grass and started talking to Wu Qingchen. Before he could say a few words, perhaps because Wu Qingchen had not understood and naturally did not answer, the strangers suddenly began to wave the tools in his hand for no reason, as if they began to lose their temper.

Wu Qingchen was a little scared and stood up and wanted to walk away quickly, but accidentally mixed the branches and fell onto the stone. The stone was very round, but it just made a quick hit, but it couldn't say it was painful.

At this moment, Wu Qingchen happened to be awakened by an insignificant phone call. After hanging up the phone, he switched it to mute it. He planned to sleep again, but he kept feeling a little flustered. He was confused and didn't know how long he had been lying on the bed. Finally, he was clamored by the sound of "bangbang" on the door.

This is the strange dream Wu Qingchen had at noon. The last scene was exactly the same as the description of the soldier.

Wu Qingchen's face was unconcealed astonishment, and finally he received a cough from the second policeman who was always standing in the corridor and near the wall. The policeman with some gray hair on his head said to another soldier who was also standing in the corridor: "Don't ask anymore, right? This... is very inappropriate."

"No need, you are indeed experts in the city, but... you also know that this situation is not something that I am worried about, and it is not wrong to be careful." The second soldier shook his head, raised his back behind him, and clamped the phone with his right hand to dial it quickly: "Yes... have been confirmed... there are... there... there... there... yes... yes!"

After putting down the phone, the soldier nodded to the policeman who had some gray hair and had a look of inquiry, "It's still your scope at this time, you can do it."

The white-haired policeman nodded, walked up to the door, took out the police officer's certificate from his arms, "Mr. Wu Qingchen, assisting the public security investigation is the obligation and responsibility of every citizen. Now there is a major case that requires your cooperation. Please pack your personal belongings and get in the car with us."

When he heard of the "major case", Wu Qingchen didn't want to "get in the car with us" at all.

Perhaps because of being too nervous, Wu Qingchen's lips trembled slightly. If he accidentally blurted out his words, "What did I do?"

No one was amused by this sentence, and another voice suddenly came from the direction of the stairs: "Yes, your case is offended, and it's quite big... It's suspected of kidnapping all human beings... How about it? This crime is so big, it's quite fresh, right?"
Chapter completed!