Everyone left and went back to their own houses. Bai Song had a few more people to look for.

The first one is Political Commissar Jiang.

The cases that had contact with Political Commissar Jiang were all confidential, so Bai Song didn't say that, and took a taxi to the destination alone.

This place is in Tiannan District, without a brand, but it still covers a large area. It has a large yard that looks ancient and elegant. After showing the ID and verifying the identity, Political Commissar Jiang came out to pick Bai Song up before letting Bai Song in.

The management method here is a bit like the eighth bureau. Last time Bai Song went to the eighth bureau to visit his senior brother, the same process was also true.

After entering the compound, it looked ordinary, but it looked clean and quite empty.

The main building is an office area. Political Commissar Jiang did not take Bai Song over and pointed to a four-story building next to him: "Basically, the confidential cases are all here."

To enter this area, a second security check is required, and Bai Song also signed an agreement.

"This is a process that must be followed. Even if the city leaders come, they have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Of course, they generally won't come." Political Commissar Jiang said: "How is it, it's that smelling?"

"It feels very good," Bai Song smiled slightly.

"Well, you must have seen this scene a few times." Political Commissar Jiang smiled.

After passing the security check, Political Commissar Jiang opened the access control on the first floor through iris detection, and Bai Song followed him into the corridor.

Shortly after entering the corridor, Bai Song was attracted by the photo wall inside a glass cabinet.

The glass cabinet is very clean. If it weren't for light problems, there might not be any glass, and there are more than fifty photos inside. However, all the photos are pure white photo paper, without any avatars, and the name and age are simply written below.

"What is this?" Bai Song walked closer and looked, but found that this age was at the age of age.

Political Commissar Jiang did not answer Bai Song. Bai Song already understood that these were all comrades-in-arms who died in An'an's department over the years.

There is a name under each photo, and it is definitely not the real name.

Everyone's photos are blank, and a kind of white light that shocks the soul in the scattered sunlight.

Bai Song looked at everyone's name and age. Basically, they were 20-40 years old, and six were younger than Bai Song. There was no description of what earth-shaking cases they had done, nor did they introduce in detail what was the reason and where they sacrificed, but it already gave Bai Song a sense of heaviness.

Looking at these, Bai Song's nose was a little sore. He visited Zhao Xugang and Yu Dechen today. When he saw these blank photos, he couldn't move his feet any longer.

"I know four people here," Political Commissar Jiang picked up the white towel next to the glass cabinet and came over to wipe it: "Some things are not, and in fact, they don't need everyone to know."

Bai Song was speechless.

"Okay, I won't look at these anymore," Political Commissar Jiang put the towel aside: "There will never be these in this world. Inspector Bai, have you ever been afraid?"

"Never before," Bai Song said: "The path that our ancestors have not completed, and we are still here. Revolutionary work will always have sacrifices, and we are just survivors."

"Yes," Political Commissar Jiang walked a few steps forward: "Follow me."

Political Commissar Jiang walked in front, Bai Song followed behind, and soon entered an ordinary house. Then, Political Commissar Jiang took out a file box and put something in front of Bai Song.

Bai Song has seen it, this is the 100,000-degree Vietnamese Dong in Li's case.

"There are some secrets here, which are top secret. I applied with my superiors. I need to tell you some of the clues in it. Because this may affect your future case handling," said Political Commissar Jiang. "We have communicated with the leaders of your department this time. Since the main culprit's social potential threat is too great, and your team is the absolute main case handling team, I need to tell you this information, but you can only know it, and no one else can do it."

"I understand." Bai Song said calmly.

In fact, in this environment, especially when I just saw the photo wall, it is difficult for Bai Song to remain calm.

Although they are all plain white photo paper, for some reason, each one seems to have a soul, giving future generations endless courage and hope.

"Okay", Political Commissar Jiang took out a report paper, which was obviously newly printed.

Bai Song still cannot understand many things in this, so the original report must have been deleted.

After taking the A4 paper, Bai Song read it carefully twice.

This Vietnamese Dong involves some lists, and the list is full of key figures, using encryption mode. After so long decryption, several people on the list have been arrested, but since most of the lists are code names, the effect is not particularly good.

But this is not the most critical. This money also retains a key account password, which contains a lot of funds and information.

Bai Song looked carefully again: "I remember."

"Okay", Political Commissar Jiang took the paper from Bai Song's hand and placed it in a machine that had been around for a while. Then the paper began to burn. After it was burned, a gust of wind inside, and this confidential document completely became irrecoverable dust.

Bai Song looked very calm at the moment, but he was already in a storm in his heart.

Political Commissar Jiang himself may not know what he had just seen, but Bai Song felt a little touched.

Do you remember the taxi driver who investigated cases near Tianhua University when I came last time? The driver was investigating an organization that brainwashed college students and provided criminal methods, but there was no result. Now, Bai Song didn't dare to say that there was any result, but it can basically confirm that this organization does exist and has financial flows behind it.

Bai Song wanted to learn more about this kind of invisible thing.

"Why didn't Wang Liang be pulled in?" Bai Song asked: "This matter is on the Internet. If you tell Wang Liang, it may have a better effect."

"This is the rule of the superior," Political Commissar Jiang said: "You abide by it."

"I understand," Bai Song nodded. He knew that it was not because the leaders did not trust Wang Liang, but because this matter was indeed too special, and it was not easy to tell him all these.

"Okay," Political Commissar Jiang nodded: "I'm looking forward to receiving your call again, or you can also call my superior directly."

"Um."

Leaving here, Bai Song had a new sense of direction for the next case handling, at least he could determine where his opponent came from.

This is a long-term case. Bai Song thought while walking. After leaving the courtyard, he decided to visit his master and old colleagues and friends first, and finally visit Qin Wushuang's father.
Chapter completed!