Chapter 818 Broken Files

"Come back as soon as you come back, shout whatever you want."

Grandma's disgusted response came from the kitchen.

"Come back as soon as you come back, shout whatever you want."

The aunt who was helping in the kitchen parroted the words.

The sound of chopping vegetables and the rich aroma came from the kitchen. Zhang Yuanqing smelled that his grandmother was making beer duck. Beer duck stewed in a pressure cooker was his childhood favorite.

I heard from my uncle that after the terrorist attack in Songhai, my grandmother had been contacting him. When she found that her phone number had become empty and she did not reply to messages, she was so frightened that she burst into tears.

My uncle and aunt tried to comfort her in vain. Finally, my cousin, who worked in the Public Security Department, comforted my grandmother.

My cousin said: Motoko’s body was not found.

After Zhang Yuanqing returned to China, he immediately contacted his grandmother and said that he had changed his mobile phone number. After the terrorist attack, he followed the rich woman Guan Ya and hid in a safe house prepared by the government. In order to keep it secret, the signal there was blocked and no one was allowed to go out until the outside world Order restored.

Grandma knew that Guan Ya's status was unusual. It was said that someone in the family was a high official in the court, so she believed her grandson's nonsense.

Zhang Yuanqing said he would go home for dinner today. Grandma said she disliked it, but secretly cooked his favorite dishes.

In the living room, grandpa is watching the news. The national TV station is interviewing an expert with gray hair and a childlike face. The expert is said to be a hundred years old, but his skin is as delicate as a baby.

The expert claims to be a master in the field of biology and medicine. He has been conducting low-key research at the National Academy of Sciences. Because of the recent terrorist attacks, he has to appear in front of the public just to popularize science.

"Actually, it's not as miraculous as what is said on the Internet. Superhumans, alien life, and spiritual energy recovery are all nonsense." The expert said with a strong Ou dialect accent:

"After research by the expert team, a brand-new virus was detected in the bodies of those terrorists. This virus will cause mutations in the human body and animals.

"The immune systems of some groups can withstand the intrusion of these viruses and thus gain some incredible powers. Some groups are not immune and will become insane and attack those around them crazily."

Is this the demigod of the Zhu family? Zhang Yuanqing took off his shoes at the entrance, put on cotton slippers, and walked to the living room.

After the TV host listened, he asked in cooperation:

"What kind of virus is this?"

The bright-faced expert shook his head and said, "I said it is a new type of virus. The only thing that can be determined is that it is an artificially cultivated virus. As for where the virus originated, it has not been identified yet."

The host nodded repeatedly and finally looked at the camera:

"Rumors only stop with the wise. I hope everyone will view this matter rationally and deeply mourn the compatriots we met."

Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to his grandfather and found that the old man's expression was extremely solemn and showed deep concern. He did not relax because of the experts' popular science.

He was moved in his heart and said deliberately: "Grandpa, don't worry, this is just a virus. As long as a vaccine is developed, it will be fine."

Grandpa snorted coldly: "You know nothing!"

He turned to look at his grandson, "You're not hurt, are you?"

Zhang Yuanqing stretched his muscles: "What can happen to me? Those virus people just launched a terrorist attack, and Guan Ya and I entered the safe house."

Grandpa nodded with satisfaction, picked up the porcelain cup and went to the balcony to collect water. The sound of warm water gurgling into the porcelain cup made Zhang Yuanqing clearly hear his grandfather murmuring to himself:

"How dare these people?"

Zhang Yuanqing was surprised but not surprised when he heard this.

Security guards maintain social order and are involved in the front lines of various serious cases. It is impossible for them to know nothing about the existence of spiritual realm walkers. Including my cousin, my cousin Chen Yuanjun had been in contact with the terrorist attack at Pingtai Hospital. Evil profession.

As a police sergeant in the last century, my grandfather must have had contact with spiritual walkers, knew that there was a group of superpowers, and also knew that these guys were controlled by moral values, so he had this doubt.

"The brainwashing of Zhu family demigods does not seem to be very effective for people with strong willpower, or it requires repeated 'science popularization' to be effective. At this stage, the existence of spiritual realm walkers can be concealed if possible. If it cannot be concealed, it should be made public. It doesn’t matter anymore." Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

At this time of life and death, who cares whether the existence of the Spiritual Realm Walker is exposed or not.

Ten minutes later, the busy sounds in the kitchen stopped, and grandma and aunt came out holding dinner plates, setting a table full of delicious food.

Grandma urged while placing the dishes and chopsticks:

"You two hurry up and wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

Grandpa and Zhang Yuanqing entered the bathroom together.

At the dinner table, Zhang Yuanqing used his actions to express his nostalgia for his grandmother's craftsmanship with his chopsticks flying like flying clouds.

Grandma was very satisfied and said, "Didn't I ask you to bring Guan Ya back with you? She is here."

"She was taken back to the capital by her family, who said Songhai was not safe." Zhang Yuanqing said casually: "I originally wanted to take me away, but I couldn't bear to leave my grandparents."

The cute aunt with the tear mole at the corner of her eye glanced at him.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned his head over and said, "Of course there is also my aunt."

Before her head even touched my aunt's shoulder, my grandma reached out to catch her and pushed her away.

Grandma said worriedly:

"I heard that everything is fine in the capital. The vaccine for this virus has not been developed yet, and it might start to spread again in a while. It would be a good thing if you could follow Guan Ya to the capital.

"As you know, infected people have super powers. They can bulldoze a building. There are so many high-rise buildings in Songhai. If you bulldoze one, everyone will die. No one can escape."

In his words, he was very dissatisfied with the world.

The moral value disappeared not long ago. Although grandma's neighborhood is high-end, it is far inferior to the real mansions in Songhai. The targets of the evil profession are banks, the Sheriff's Department and the wealthy area.

This neighborhood was lucky not to be affected.

"Grandma, don't worry. If the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up." Zhang Yuanqing comforted her.

Wait until your grandson becomes the Lord of the Sun and saves the world.

Grandpa snorted coldly:

"The tall ones have all gone to the safe house, who will take the lead?"

How did my grandfather, a cynical and jealous retired police sergeant, end up with such a naughty and empty career as my uncle? Is it because my uncle has mutated, or because he is not my grandmother’s biological child and he picked it up under the bridge? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

He opened the topic:

"Grandma, where is my cousin?"

"He hasn't been home for several days. After such a big incident, all the security guards in Songhai have to work overtime. Your aunt goes to the security department every day to deliver food to him." Grandma said in an extremely dissatisfied tone.

I don’t know whether she was dissatisfied with her grandson’s hard work, or was dissatisfied with her aunt for taking away her job of delivering food.

Kangyang District Public Security Department.

In the large conference room, Chen Yuanjun and more than a dozen clerical staff were sifting through piles of documents. Everyone's eyes were dull and there were serious dark circles under their eyes.

He flipped through the files slowly and his expression was blank.

In the office area outside, there are also a group of technicians working overtime to recover data.

In the disaster a few days ago, both the road monitoring system and the public security system were destroyed by evil professions, and the Kangyang District Public Security Department was also attacked by evil professions.

After paying a relatively heavy price, the enemy was finally killed with the assistance of the special operations group (official Walker), but the Public Security Department also suffered great damage.

Among them, electronic files suffered serious damage.

Public security files are the original documents that record the actions of security officers and various cases. They are the basic basis for judicial and criminal investigation and are of vital importance.

Fortunately, the underground archives of the Public Security Department have not been affected, and new electronic files can be reorganized based on paper files.

Of course, the technical staff of the special operations team are also working hard to restore electronic files.

Chen Yuanjun put down the paper file and pinched his eyebrows tiredly. He couldn't stand it anymore and planned to take a rest.

In addition to restoring files, he also visited the families of the victims in Kangyang District during the day, and worked on identifying corpses and maintaining order. He was already exhausted physically and mentally.

At this time, a technician pushed in the door and shouted:

"Help find a file, the number is W924589."

The number of civil servants was searching for files based on the numbers. A few minutes later, a female civil servant said in a surprised tone:

"No? There is no such file."

"No?" The technician was even more surprised, "How is this possible? If there are no paper files, what happened to the electronic files we recovered?"

Chen Yuanjun, who originally planned to go back to the office to rest, paused when he heard this, frowned and said, "What happened to this file?"

The technician replied: "That's right, Team Chen, we recovered a file, but it was incomplete, so we wanted to find a paper document to check and complete it, but I didn't expect that there was no paper document."

As an experienced security guard, Chen Yuanjun immediately sensed something fishy. This situation often occurs when security guards shield criminals.

He straightened his expression and cheered up: "Take me to have a look."

The files starting with W9 correspond to 2019, which is three years ago, not too far apart.

After leaving the conference room, Chen Yuanjun followed the technician to the office area and sat down in front of the computer.

The technician pointed to the computer interface: "That's it."

Chen Yuanjun looked at it carefully and saw that it was a missing persons file form.

The table is fragmented and only the top information is displayed:

Name: Lei Yibing. Sex: Male. Age: 21

The following place of origin, appearance, last seen place, time of disappearance, etc. are all garbled.

Chen Yuanjun looked at this "broken" file and felt his blood slowly coagulate, and an indescribable chill filled his heart.

Lei Yibing disappeared three years ago? !

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.