Zhang Shidong's eyes were tangible.

There was a sound in the old policeman's ears.

In the morning market, countless thieves existed, they were ghosts, and their souls were reflected in the crowd, and they were so eye-catching.

With his eyes, Zhang Shidong could not find the person who poisoned Ai Yuejin, so he came to ask the master who retired to the mountains and forests.

Close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you with your ears, noisy, hawking, bargaining, chatting, collision of objects, footsteps, friction and eating and drinking...

Where is the ghost's voice?

"Can you hear my footsteps and breathing?" After breakfast, the old policeman patted his butt and signaled the boss to find Zhang Shidong to pay.

He is stingy, but he is willing to teach Zhang Shidong the price of a breakfast. A person with extreme urgency must be a very generous person.

Zhang Shidong wandered to the market in the morning market. There were fewer people buying, and the hawking sound became louder. The dirty smell on the ground came, and everyone's footsteps began to become hurried. It was time to go home after buying things; their breathing began to become rapid, and the remaining few goods had to be shaken off quickly.

A thief had a poor morning turnover and reached out to an old lady's pocket, where there was only a sporadic amount of more than 30 yuan.

Huh?

Where is the footsteps? It’s light, it’s not gone.

Where is the breathing sound? It stops, it’s not that it’s gone, it’s that it’s stopped.

It’s not difficult, what’s difficult is before? What kind of footsteps and sounds did this thief have, and what kind of breathing rhythm is it?

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year, which was destined to be silent after the bustling bustle. Before two o'clock in the afternoon, the traffic on the street was surging. After two o'clock, the sound of firecrackers rang throughout the city, and it was even rare for the few vehicles on the street to be pedestrians.

Zhang Shidong wandered on Shangzheng Street like a ghost, his eyes were completely unfocused and out of touch with the world. The world in his eyes gradually changed.

One, two, three…thousands of people, tens of thousands of changes in adulthood.

As it got dark, the sound of firecrackers came one after another. Zhang Shidong gradually grasped the veins. It was not that you read a million books to summarize the commonalities, but that you found a rhythm in thousands of books.

The ghost's screams are like this.

What you see in your eyes and what you hear in your ears is howling ghosts and wolves. Instead of simply relying on your ears to listen.

Zhang Shidong smiled and got in the car. He closed his eyes, the car audio turned on, and the roaring DJ music filled the entire car space. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and sat in the noisy fast-paced music for more than an hour. He opened his eyes suddenly, quickly started the car, stepped on the accelerator and headed to the closest trace scene.

Traces are only found in existence. All tracking is based on existence as the basis for tracking.

The master's eyes were no longer good, and the ghost screams he heard also changed. Zhang Shidong's eyes were very good, so his achievements were higher than those of his eyes, and he would go further.

The definition of traces is existence, in a narrow sense. Sometimes, without any trace is the real trace.

What those top masters were thinking of leaving no trace, just like those thieves. Before stealing, their steps would become lighter and their breathing would be held back. At this moment, his whole body and state were twisted.

Looking at the trace area marked by the old knife, Zhang Shidong shook his head and said directly to Yin, who was analyzing the traces here: "No need to look at it, there is no place here, so it is a false array."

Yin was stunned. There was an old knife in front and many traces behind. Experts were analyzing the extension of this small trace. They were very sure that this was left by the suspect. Why did the instructor deny it all at once when he came.

Zhang Shidong smiled and said, "What I saw is different from what you saw."

The car appeared everywhere, and the news soon reached Zhong Mian's ears. In two days, he had already controlled the situation in the entire Beihai Province. When he heard Zhang Shidong's 'irresponsible' tracking method, he only said one sentence: "The jealous person is a villain."

Standing in front of the courtyard, Lao Dao demarcated the second trace of the scene. The messy foot oil marks overlapped. Lao Dao demarcated this place with experience. Zhang Shidong looked at a small area that was protected thoughtfully, compared with the image information transmitted by Su Xixi on his mobile phone, squatted there, lit a cigarette, looked at the traces in an irregular circle of one meter, and was silent for a long time.

The last bit of light disappeared from the sky, the street lights on the street lights were on, and there were several cigarette butts beside Zhang Shidong. The snow in winter and the melted ice water condensed after it made the traces appear and easily disappear quickly. They are afraid of the sun and snow. Fortunately, the temperature has not changed much in the past two days.

Ai Yuejin and his family came back from the hospital. Ai Yuejin went to assist in treatment, while Ai Ai went to receive some psychological treatment. When the car was about to enter the courtyard, Ai Ai saw a familiar figure and shouted.

Ai Yuejin wanted to stop his daughter, but hesitated and held back. His intuitive senses made him feel that the fickle radish in front of him is more worthy of trust when doing serious business. On the contrary, the cold Zhong Mian, who was in a bad posture, made people feel flashy. This incident was no longer simply attacked by himself. The above policy was excessively calm. It seemed that in the hearts of some people, being too calm made them feel uneasy.

"Have you eaten? Go in and have dinner together." Ai Ai asked carefully.

"Ah, oh, okay." Zhang Shidong's eyes were filled with blood. He raised his head and responded. His eyelids cooled down. The hole floating in the air fell on his eyelids, and his expression calmed down: "You eat."

It snowed, and within half an hour, all the traces that could be viewed would disappear, and the cholesterol would cover up the traces. Zhang Shidong threw away the cigarette and stopped driving. He was like a lost soul-stirring person who slowly walked forward along the sidewalk next to the road. There were things in his eyes and ears that others could not see.

At the bus stop, Zhang Shidong raised his head and felt the snow in the sky. A three-dimensional picture appeared in his eyes. Two men with travel bags walked out of the courtyard calmly, walked slowly on the sidewalk for hundreds of meters, stood at the bus stop, waited for the bus leading to Linhu Park, and got on the bus. Sitting in the last row, sitting on both sides of the last row, opening the frost-frozen rear window.

The park terminal, get off the bus, buy tickets, and enter the park.

More than ten minutes later, I secretly pried open the fence from the corner of the park to avoid buying tickets and left the park.

After several hours of twisting and turning, the snow was no longer an obstacle after entering the state. The picture was clearly presented in his mind. When Zhang Shidong stood in front of an old community in the street opposite the Provincial Party Committee Courtyard, his eyes gradually woke up from his dullness. He put his hand on the gate of the community courtyard composed of three buildings, looking at an old man sitting in the mailing room at the door, which seemed rigorous but actually unprepared. He looked at the information about renting and selling houses posted on the notice board at the door. At least one-third of the people here are tenants, and the population flow is so large that many neighbors don’t know at all. He is not curious about meeting strangers in the corridor.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place."

Step into the community, at the edge of the building on the innermost side. Outside a row of big trees is a wall several meters high, and outside the wall is a steel structure vegetable market.

Zhang Shidong stood downstairs, looked at the window of the mountain on the third floor, and climbed up to the wall for more than ten steps. He put his hand on the side wall, and his body rose straight, and he hit the window directly on the window on the third floor, kicked the window and rushed in, sitting in the sofa in the living room. Looking at the man who was watching TV, his hand was inserted into the coffee table and stopped him, his hand smashed back, and his fist smashed the wall, and grabbed another man holding a gun against the wall. The man sitting on the sofa here moved again, but failed to grasp the grenade placed under the coffee table, and a silver needle was stuck at his neck. His body stiffened, fell down, and hit the coffee table and fell to the ground.

In the room, from the door to the room, more than a dozen thunder arrays of large and small connections are arranged. Every step is taken, it may trigger a series of reactions. Once half of the building explodes, it will become ruins.

When eating and sleeping, you don’t leave the gun at your hand. There must be a grenade within half a meter. If there is any movement, you can launch an attack as soon as possible.

A few boxes of instant noodles, a few boxes of ham sausages, a few boxes of beer, and the garbage in the kitchen was piled up in a mountain. I haven't left the door in a few days, nor have I planned to leave the door. The telescope in the bedroom was facing the gate of the Provincial Party Committee in the distance.

"King Thunder, how many years have you not returned to China?" Zhang Shidong woke up the man on the sofa, broke the man with blood in his head into a ball, and said to the man with a swollen forehead opposite in the room full of thunder.

In his early forties, he had unshaven stubble on his face, his eye sockets were deep, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot blood in his eyes. He was caught and he was relieved.

"I heard that a few years ago that Ninety-Nine has produced the youngest director. I have seen you. At that time..." King Lei shook his head. He did not see Zhang Shidong at the time.

"A seed that has been buried for more than ten years, pointing out a Beihai, which is amazing." Zhang Shidong said, and saw that the Thunder King tried hard to remain calm, with no problem with his expression, movement and eyes. But when Zhang Shidong looked at his calloused fingers, he was all defensive. It was not that the Thunder King's psychological quality was not up to standard, but the information revealed in Zhang Shidong's words was too terrifying.

In this country, the game between the top leaders has always been controlled within the red line, and no one dared to step beyond the line. What happened to Ai Yuejin and Ai Ai crossed the line, not only crossed the line, but also the huge strength shown by the people behind it is shocking.

"In front of me, you can't die, you don't have to say anything. Nothing is important. Let's go, I just let you live, it's enough. Thunder King, the kindness of a meal, I have been wandering for more than ten years and have a home that cannot return to a foreign land. After more than ten years, dozens of kilograms of various types of **, the entire Beihai Province, your last choice is the Lantern Festival Fireworks Club, right?"

The Thunder King smiled, laughing freely, his tense nerves relaxed, and silver needles pierced into his body.

"I said, you can't die here."

Zhang Shidong pried open Thunder King's mouth, pressed his hand near the lower teeth, pressed down a tooth with a click, and picked it out of his mouth, and a small black pouch was embedded in the dentures.

I took a fruit knife, picked up the flesh that was able to reach the chest and lowered my head and chin, and took out the same black pouch.

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