By the time Jiao Zhitong and the rest arrived, half an hour had already passed. As Weiwei's phone could not be reached, Jiao Zhitong had no choice but to call Du Kang. Three police cars rushed to the autopsy building and stopped. Jiao Zhitong was the first to jump out of the car. He looked around and saw several people resting by the flower bed opposite the small square.
While waiting for Jiao Zhitong for half an hour, another two policemen woke up and joined Du Kang and the rest to rest. This was human nature. When faced with danger, they liked to stay with a group. It gave them a greater sense of security.
"Where's Weiwei?
She didn't say anything clearly on the phone. What happened here? "
Jiao Zhitong strode up to Du Kang, took off the explosion-proof helmet and held it in his hand. It was unknown whether it was because of the explosion-proof suit or because he was in a hurry, but his face was covered in hot sweat.
Du Kang shrugged. "I don't know. I really don't know. Sister Chu asked me to wait for you here and let you handle it."
Under Jiao Zhitong's request, Du Kang and the other four policemen briefly explained what had happened. When Du Kang finished, he found that Jiao Zhitong was sweating profusely, as if he had just rinsed his face with a faucet.
"What's wrong?" Du Kang asked tentatively.
Jiao Zhitong took two deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He wiped away the sweat on his face and looked into Du Kang's eyes. "Are you sure everyone in the Medical University has turned into zombies?"
Du Kang blinked twice and then nodded seriously. He said the two words that Jiao Zhitong did not want to hear the most. Yes.
"It's over!"
Du Kang's "yes" was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in Jiao Zhitong's head. The dignified section chief of the police station suddenly felt weak in his legs and sat on the ground.
"What the hell!"
Jiao Zhitong shocked everyone around him. They all stood up at once. Du Kang and Yang Kangle grabbed his arms and pulled him up from the ground. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?
Twenty thousand people turned into corpses in one night. Do you know how big of a deal this is?
Ah!
What's wrong? Not to mention me, even the director and the mayor will be shot. 20,000 people, 20,000 zombies. If this happened outside, it would be a biochemical crisis! "
Jiao Zhitong pushed Yang Kangle away. He grabbed Du Kang's collar and roared like a madman. His saliva sprayed all over Du Kang's face.
After Jiao Zhitong finished venting, Du Kang slapped away Jiao Zhitong's hands that were grabbing his collar. He calmly pulled his collar and grinned at Jiao Zhitong. "My great section chief Jiao, don't worry. Can you wait for me to finish before you roar?"
Who was Jiao Zhitong? He could climb step by step from the lowest level of patrol police to today's section chief. How could he be an ordinary person?
A heart has 36 axes and 72 eyes. Even if the eyelashes were plucked out, they would still be empty, not to mention that he was a police officer. He had seen countless people, seen all kinds of people, and experienced all kinds of things. As soon as he saw Du Kang's pretentious and arrogant look, he knew that he had been fooled by this kid just now.
In fact, according to Jiao Zhitong's years of hard work experience, Du Kang's mischievous trick was like a joke in his eyes. However, strange things had happened in Cangcheng recently. On the surface, it seemed peaceful and prosperous, but in fact, there was a turbulent undercurrent. There were even some signs that things could not be suppressed anymore, and the higher-ups kept pressuring them.
Jiao Zhitong glanced at Du Kang from the corner of his eyes. His fingers hooked on the collar of the explosion-proof suit and tugged hard. "Boy, you're good. You even dare to make fun of me?"
Jiao Zhitong's behavior really scared Du Kang. He hurriedly raised his hands to surrender and looked innocent. "Uncle Jiao, don't be angry. I didn't scare you just now. What we said is true. Don't you think so?"
Du Kang looked at the four policemen around him as if asking for help. The four of them looked at each other and nodded. This time, it was Jiao Zhitong's turn to panic. He grabbed the front of Du Kang's clothes and pulled him to the side. He gritted his teeth and said to Du Kang fiercely, "Boy, if you have something to say, say it. If you dare to make fun of me again, believe it or not, I will ask someone to lock you up with the rapist!"
"Come on, Uncle Jiao, don't be so cruel." Du Kang struggled to break free from Jiao Zhitong's big hand. He turned his hand and grabbed his backpack to his chest. He took out the Soul Captivating Bottle and shook it in front of Jiao Zhitong. "See this? As long as I have this, the 20,000 people you said will still be 20,000 people."
"What is this?"
Jiao Zhitong stared at the Soul Captivating Bottle in Du Kang's hand. He reached out to take it, but Du Kang dodged and blocked him with one hand. "You can't touch it. Sister Chu said it's called something like the Soul Captivating Bottle. But I don't know how to use it. Only Sister Chu can use it."
"What about Weiwei?
Where did that little girl go at such a critical time? "Jiao Zhitong was like an ant on a hot pan. He was so anxious that he kept rubbing his butt.
Du Kang shrugged helplessly. "She was taken away by her bestie."
"Bestie? What bestie!"
Jiao Zhitong ran to the side of the police car after he finished speaking. He pulled the horn and shouted, "Chu Weiwei, I'm Jiao Zhitong. Hurry up and come here!
Be quick and agile! "
It was past midnight on the empty campus. Half of the Medical University could hear Jiao Zhitong's voice clearly. Du Kang and Yang Kangle, who were closest to him, covered their ears with their hands. They felt like their ears were ringing.
Needless to say, Jiao Zhitong's shout was quite effective. In less than five minutes, a slightly orange-red Chang 'an Ford appeared in the middle, with a BMW 7 Series on the left and a police car on the right.
The car stopped. Weiwei pushed the door open and rushed to Jiao Zhitong angrily. She grabbed Jiao Zhitong's collar with one hand and lifted him up. Her feet were half a foot off the ground. "Old Jiao, you're getting more and more arrogant. Who are you calling quick and agile?"
"Aiyo, my Weiwei, my little lady, you're finally here. Hurry up!"
Jiao Zhitong didn't take Weiwei seriously at all. He looked at her as if she was his savior.
Weiwei pouted and put Jiao Zhitong down. She hugged her shoulders and swayed to Du Kang's side. She asked in a low voice where the Soul-Absorbing Bottle was. Du Kang shook the Soul-Absorbing Bottle in his hand. Weiwei immediately smiled. She turned to look at Jiao Zhitong, tilted her head and asked knowingly, "What's quick?"
"Weiwei, you!"
Jiao Zhitong knew Weiwei too well. He stomped his feet angrily. "Fine, tell me. How much do you want?"
A smile blossomed on Weiwei's face. She curled her lips and pointed a finger at Jiao Zhitong.
"Ten thousand?"
Jiao Zhitong asked tentatively. Seeing Weiwei shake her head, he said one hundred thousand, but Weiwei still shook her head. This time, Jiao Zhitong couldn't take it anymore. He jumped up and said, "Weiwei, we are friends. One million is too much. And you know, the bureau will never approve it."
He shook his head slightly and said slowly, "One yuan. Give me one yuan for each person in the Medical College. I don't want one more, and I can't accept one less."
"One yuan for each person in the Medical University. It's less than thirty thousand at most. What's wrong with Weiwei, this little miser?
Has she changed? "
Although Jiao Zhitong didn't understand what Weiwei was planning, he was happy to save money since Weiwei proposed it herself. He quickly agreed, afraid that Weiwei would suddenly change her mind.