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These crooked characters.
It seemed that they were written with great care,stroke by stroke.Putting aside my experience as a criminal policeman for ten years,I would never mistake these handwriting.
I would look at this kind of handwriting many times every day.
Because this was my son's handwriting.
I rubbed my eyes,but the handwriting was still clearly there.This wasn't my illusion.
How could this be possible?
I had looked through this file countless times in the past three years.I remembered every detail,even every wrinkle on the paper clearly.
"Whose prank is this?"
I was angry in my heart.
If I found the person who played this prank,I would definitely make him pay an unbearable price.
Just as I was thinking this.
Something terrifying happened.
Crooked characters gradually appeared on the file,stroke by stroke,with great effort...and concentration.
I seemed to see.
My son was sitting right in front of me.His tender face was full of seriousness as he wrote a line of words on the file stroke by stroke:
—Don't go to Grand Mall,and don't try to contact me.Please,Dad.
"Michael!"
My heart trembled,and I couldn't help shouting out.
I reached out to hug him,but I grabbed nothing.There was no son in front of me.It was all just my illusion.
But was it really my illusion?
The handwriting was clearly there,and I found it right under my nose.
I had lunch alone in the cafeteria at noon.
My colleagues around me were in groups of two or three,and only I was sitting alone in the corner.I heard them talking about the latest case.
A harsh alarm sounded.
"Emergency situation.There is a homicide case at Grand Mall.Everyone,go out immediately now!"
I was stunned.
The chopsticks fell to the ground.
Grand Mall?
Wasn't that the place my son had mentioned to me?
—Don't go to Grand Mall.
Thinking of my son's words,I immediately put on my overcoat and rushed outside.
I wanted to figure out what was going on.What was so special about Grand Mall,and what was the connection between it and my son's death?
Grand Mall had been abandoned two years ago due to the economic depression.
Now it was just a four-story abandoned building,and there were already a lot of weeds around it.
"Captain Johnson,do you want to take charge of this case personally?"
Xiao Li,who was driving,couldn't help but look back at me,his eyes full of curiosity.
He was a newbie in the police team.When he was in the police academy,he had heard many stories about me,the"master detective for solving cases".After I had been silent because of that incident,countless people felt sorry.
Unexpectedly,I was making a comeback today.
I didn't answer.Looking at the place we had already arrived at,Xiao Li got out of the car and was about to walk into Grand Mall.
The sky was overcast.
It seemed that there was going to be a heavy rain.
Looking at the file in my arms,I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart.I immediately shouted,"Xiao Li,don't go in!"
In Xiao Li's surprise and confusion,I pulled him back quickly.
We had just retreated more than ten meters when there was a loud bang.
Then there was a series of explosions.
I looked back.
There was a huge fire in Grand Mall.Countless pieces of glass shattered and splashed everywhere,and almost half of the whole building collapsed.
If we had rushed in directly just now,we would probably have been reduced to ashes by now.
Xiao Li stood there in a daze.
I frowned deeply.After thinking for a moment,I picked up a pen and wrote on the file:Are you Michael Johnson?
I was both nervous and uneasy in my heart.
It was as if I was expecting something.
And also fearing something.
Like ripples on the water surface,the content of the file suddenly changed.
