Chapter 6 A Half Bloody Palm Print (I)

“Tinkling, Tinkling……” A suddenly ringing of phone pulled me out of my dream ruthlessly in the duty room. I rubbed my feeble eyes and watched Baron jumping up from bed and rush to the phone.
I knew that Baron’s quick reaction was not driven by excitement, but by a conditioned reflex. After all these years, I really felt the uneasy mood of hearing the phone ringing in the middle of the night. I think all the criminal policemen, like me, are very sensitive to the phone ringing and have a serious allergic reaction. More helpless, we have to stand by 24 hours