Escape from the world [Cthulhu]

Chapter 145 Wake Up

Yan An opened his eyes, and turned off the alarm clock next to the bed.

Probably because he slept for too long, he felt a little dizzy in his head, and... the memory seemed a little incoherent.

Even though what happened last night, he actually felt that a long time had passed.

——Lianyu is not around.

Yan'an recalled it, and remembered that Lianyu had gone on a business trip two days ago.

It made him a little weird.

After all, his memory has always been good.

"Probably slept too much..." Yan An closed her eyes again, ready to get up.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he saw... there seemed to be some strange patterns on the ceiling of his house.But when he looked again, he found that the pattern was gone.

This was a bit strange, but he didn't take it to heart, rubbed his eyes and got up to wash up.

There is a small radio on the sink in the bathroom. Yan An remembers that this was bought by the bureau chief, because there is an extremely vigorous livelihood program in the local area. Except for the level above the city hall, anyone who dares to answer and accept complaints—— After a long time, it is inevitable that someone will make a false accusation.So the director and the others emphasized this matter in their meeting, requiring those above the captain level to listen to this program on time every day, so as not to be falsely accused and not even know.

Although Lianyu was not there, Yan'an turned on the radio habitually.

Unlike in the past when you could hear the gentle voice of the host as soon as you turned it on, today's signal seems to be particularly bad, with a mess of noises.

Yan An frowned, stretched out his hand and adjusted the radio channel.He felt the noise of the radio gradually decrease as he adjusted it.

But when the noise subsided, what he heard was not a familiar voice, but a strange man's voice whispering something.

Yan'an turned up the volume of the radio, and the weird voice became clear.

He heard the voice say—

"When human beings understand the language of God, they are not far from extinction."

The meaning contained in these words made Yan An's heart skip a beat, the toothbrush in his hand shook, and the toothpaste just squeezed fell off.

When he came back to his senses, the voice of the host he was familiar with came from the radio. He looked at the toothpaste that had fallen into the sink, and re-squeezed some on the toothbrush.

Then turned off the radio.

It's not right.

After washing up, he went to work at the police station as usual.

But before he could go outside, his cell phone rang.

Yan An took a look at the phone, it was An Lan.

"Boss Yan, you're getting up!" The girl on the other side of the phone said in a carefree tone, "Then hurry up, we're about to show up."

Yan'an has long been used to such conversations: "Okay, give me the address, I'm going out now."

"At No. 76 Shanghai Street, the cordon has been pulled, and you can see it when you arrive."

After Yan'an hung up the phone, he washed his face casually, changed into his clothes and took the usual things for work, took a bun and went out to take a taxi.

"Master, please go to No. 76 Shanghai Street."

The taxi driver is a talkative elder brother. When he saw Yan An eating bread in the car, he asked concerned: "Young man, didn't you have breakfast?"

"Yes, I am in a hurry to go to work."

"Go to work?" The uncle driver was stunned for a moment, "You work on Shanghai Street? Oh, I heard that someone died there just now."

Yan'an paused, wondering why the people received the news so quickly, and while eating the buns, they searched for information on their mobile phones calmly: "Then what information do you know? I have to be around there later, say Really... I'm a little worried if it's not safe over there now."

Not surprisingly, Yan'an did not find relevant information on the phone—it seems that the confidentiality work is still done well, and there is no large-scale leak of information.

"If you want me to tell you, you better not go." The driver sighed, "I just took a passenger over there at four o'clock in the morning today...it's not safe there."

"Hey, there's something to eat, and there's still 200 yuan for the perfect attendance bonus." Yan'an said without any ups and downs, and then used a memo to take a picture of the information at four o'clock in the morning and the driver's information board in front of the taxi. "But what's the rush for that man, go out in the early morning."

"...forgot, forget," the driver recalled for a while, but gave up. "It seems that I will not be able to work the night shift in the future. After a long time, my brain will not work well."

Shanghai Street is an old small street. Although it has a high-end name, it is located in the old city.This street is narrow, with only opposite single-row lanes, and the pavement is even bluestone.On both sides of the street, there are only some old two-story buildings with a lot of peeling off the walls. From the patterns on the window sills, it can be seen that the houses here were also very exquisite.

The taxi stopped at the intersection of Shanghai Street, but was blocked inside, and the taxi couldn't get in.

"Young man, you can leave here, you can't drive in."

Yan An handed over the police officer ID and the fare together: "Master, can you remember exactly how much it is at four o'clock?"

The driver glanced at the police officer's ID and was taken aback. He slowly raised his head to look into Yan'an's eyes: "Four o'clock...four o'clock thirty-six..."

Yan An was in a daze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the side of the road, and the taxi had already disappeared.

No. 76 Shanghai Street is an old grocery store, and the crime scene is outside the grocery store.

The cordon surrounded the place very tightly, and there were staff around to drive away the onlookers and stop filming.

Yan'an only thought for a second before deciding to solve the work first.

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