"So I still haven't figured out how Yue Guangping's gun was lost this time?" Yang Mei asked while snoring as she pulled her hair and ate Hainanese chicken rice cross-legged in the back seat.
"Mei Mei, you are a big girl, can you pay attention to the food?" Yan Yan rubbed her forehead and turned her head from the co-pilot, with a disgusting love and helplessness on her face: "Look at your unmarried girl, Sitting or not eating or not eating, there are chopped green onions stuffed between your teeth, your hair is going to fall into the rice, is it oily or not?"
"I can get married if I pay attention to what I eat?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes.
Yan Yan said, "Why not, Dad will give you a thatched cottage, a tricycle, and 888 yuan in cash..."
Yang Mei immediately leaned over to the driver's seat: "Brother Jiang! Let's live together, the Yan family is bankrupt!"
Yan Yan hurriedly pushed her to the back seat, "Go, go, Dad changed his mind and decided to let you stay in the boudoir for the rest of your life!"
Jiang Ting calmly looked ahead, turning a deaf ear to everything that was happening around him, and the car galloped forward along the highway.
Xi Hanxiang, 62 years old this year, is a resident of the second village of Yuejia Village, subordinate to Gaorong County.
Gaorong County is not too far from Gongzhou. It takes three hours to drive. After arriving at the county seat, go to Yuejia Village and arrive at the head of the village when it is close to dinner.
Qi Sihao couldn't ask for leave for today's meeting, so he had to stay in the city bureau with seemingly restrained appearance, but in reality, he was frightened. Only the three of them rushed to Yuejia Village - a village with a sparse population, because it is close to the big city of Gongzhou, young and middle-aged people, especially women They have all gone out to work, and the newly built small buildings in the village are mostly empty nesters with left-behind children.
People like them who are used to criminal investigation work know that one or two strangers in a small place are very awkward. If there are three of them at the same time, the news will spread from the beginning of the village to the end of the village in an instant. . So after the discussion, they decided to keep Yang Mei, a woman with high heels, red lips, and a very different style of painting, in the car. Only Jiang Ting was wearing sunglasses, and Jia Yanyan was carrying the gift cigarettes bought on the road. Wine etc. walk to the destination.
Previously, Qi Sihao found out the specific address through the local police station. Xi Hanxiang's house is a three-story white-walled building with a very distinctive rural self-built villa style. It looks pretty new. There was a child in a red sweater playing at the door. Seeing Yan Yan coming, he sniffed curiously.
"Come here!" Yan Yan waved at him: "Come here and call uncle, give you candy!"
The child wiped his hand on his trousers and ran down the steps, jumping up and down. Yan Yan took out a package of imported chocolates from the gift bag and threw it to him.
The child ran back like an arrow: "Every family - father-in-law!"
Yan Yan didn't understand: "What?"
Jiang Ting said, "Grandpa and grandmother. Xi Hanxiang should be his grandmother."
The child got into the door like a loach. After a while, the wooden door opened again, and a dark square-faced woman stuck out half of her body, and her suspicious eyes swept over the two of them in turn: "...you are..."
Yan Yan blocked Jiang Ting with half of his body, took a step forward, and took out the police card from his pocket.
"Sorry, Auntie Xi." Although his actions were tough, his words were very gentle and polite: "We are the former subordinates of the old director Yue Guangping. There are some things about the old Yue, I want to ask you."
Five minutes later, the living room on the first floor.
"Both my daughter and my wife went to the city to work, but the old man and I were at home, busy with our work and looking after the children." Xi Hanxiang sat on the sofa coldly, and she pushed the gift bag back in front of Yan Yan: "I will not accept the things. , if you have anything to ask, I'm still busy."
Obvious mismatch.
"..." Yan Yan and Jiang Ting looked at each other, the latter still wearing sunglasses indoors, and shook his head invisibly at him.
"Cough, it's like this." Yan Yan is very experienced in interrogating suspects, but in the face of a hostile aunt in her 60s who is very combative at first glance, she is inexplicably a little clueless, so she cleared her throat: "We I heard that you have been working in Yue's hometown for eight or nine years, is that true?"
Aunt spit out a word: "Yes."
"Then you should know Mr. Yue quite well?"
"do not know much."
"... The reason for Lao Lao's death, do you know what happened?"
As Yan Yan expected, Xi Hanxiang showed a subtle change in expression when facing this problem.
"Heart disease." Her throat slid up and down, like a defensive counterattack, and she asked stubbornly: "Isn't it normal for an old man of our age to have problems with heart blood pressure? Pull it out and do an autopsy?"
As expected of an aunt who works as a nanny at the police chief's house, she uses a set of words when she speaks.
But Yan Yan didn't answer, just nodded and repeated, "Heart disease."
Xi Hanxiang rolled her eyes and hugged her strong arms.
"—Then, do you know anything about the relationship between Mr. Yue before his death? The male juniors who have a particularly close relationship, such as the son of a comrade-in-arms, a nephew who came to defect from his hometown, or..." Yan Yan stared at her face, not letting go Any changes in micro-expressions, gradually increase the tone of each word: "Bastard?"
When the last three words came out, Xi Hanxiang felt like she was electrocuted, and her butt almost jumped from the sofa: "What are you talking about? Even if Lao Lao passed away, you can't insult his name like that, you-you are just-"
"This is just a normal guess by the police. We found this in Yue's hometown." Yan Yan retrieved the photo of the windbreaker from the album on his mobile phone, slammed it in front of Xi Hanxiang, and asked coldly, "Do you know that this suit of formal clothes is going to cost? How much?"
Xi Hanxiang glanced at the screen of the mobile phone, trembled violently, and immediately turned her eyes away.
"Sure enough, you also know that this is a gift that Mr. Yue bought and was going to give to that person." Yan Yan tapped his index finger on the phone, and spoke clearly and cruelly: "An old director, spends far more than his usual consumption. Habitual money to buy such a luxury as a gift to another young man—if it’s not certain that it’s a nephew, the police will generate more guesses than you can imagine, many of which will be nastier and uglier than illegitimate children. Dirty and much more unacceptable."
Xi Hanxiang stared and opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Yan Yan's calm and sharp words:
"I understand that your concealment may be for the name of Lao Lao Yue, but do you really think Lao Lao died of a 'heart attack'? You are his nanny, how is his heart usually, should he take medicine, and is it really serious? To the point of death, don't you know about this? Have no doubts?"
Xi Hanxiang's mouth was still open, but the roar seemed to be suddenly cut off, and she stared blankly at Yan Yan.
After a long while, she forced out a few words: "What does this have to do with that...?"
"Elder Yue had received a tenant before his death, and it should be a man with a very close relationship with him." Yan Yan sat back, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at Xi Hanxiang: "After this visitor left, Elder Yue was killed. Yes. Do you think it matters?"
Xi Hanxiang, who was bulging like a cockfight, suddenly fell down on the back of the sofa, as if her spine had been removed.
Suddenly Jiang Ting, who had always been quiet, opened his mouth, his voice low and gentle: "If my observation is correct, this building should have been built one or two years ago, at most three years ago, right?"
Xi Hanxiang was in a state of turmoil, and subconsciously asked, "So what?"
Yan Yan didn't notice this, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zing.
"Many people in the countryside like to renovate old houses. Even if they usually work in towns and no one lives in their hometown, they will build small buildings that do not lag behind others. Otherwise, they will easily be laughed at by their neighbors." Jiang Ting looked around and said: "I was just thinking about how your small building was built, because as far as I know, your wife almost lost her ability to work because of severe rheumatism, right?"
"I do not have-"
"I know you won't do anything against the law. After all, Lao Lao Yue is the chief of public security. But when Lao Lao Yue fired you three years ago, he should have made some arrangements for your old age."
"..." Xi Hanxiang didn't speak, as if she had acquiesced.
"Elder Yue has thought so much for you, why don't you think about him?" Jiang Ting leaned forward slightly and stared straight at her cloudy and red eyes: "Did Yue have a heart attack or was a victim of others? , perhaps only you can provide the last clue."
Xi Hanxiang was silent for a long time, her arms clasped in front of her chest fell to her side at some point, drooping slackly. If she looked carefully, her hands were trembling slightly, and her nails were pinching her thumb.
"...It's all him," she suddenly burst out three words and repeated fiercely: "It must be him!"
Yan Yan was refreshed.
"That so-called 'adopted son'!" Xi Hanxiang gritted his teeth: "I just said that such a big wild species suddenly jumped out, and I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into it, so that Old Yue came back happily and wanted to recognize him as his adopted son. What is it that isn't a lie? Who knows if it's Old Yue's seed?!"
Yan Yan and Jiang Ting looked at each other and immediately asked, "Who is it?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen this person before." Xi Hanxiang shook her head: "It was half a year before Li Yue Lao died, and suddenly he started mentioning that he wanted to adopt an adopted son. Although he may be trying to save face... I didn't say it directly, but I heard that The implication and excitement, it seems that the person is his own seed when he was young. I have never heard of him for so many years, and I don't know why I suddenly contacted him again. I was worried at the time whether it was a liar, these days There are a lot of liars, right? But Elder Yue didn’t know what kind of ecstasy soup he had drunk, and he kept saying that it was impossible to admit his mistake, and he knew it very well!”
- It is very clear in my heart.
Yan Yan looked at Jiang Ting, and both of them had a thought in their hearts at the same time: Is it possible to do a paternity test
It is impossible for a position like Yue Guangping to run for a paternity test. No matter what, it cannot be completely hidden, and the wind will definitely flow out, causing a fatal blow to the official sound. But if there is no such ironclad evidence as a paternity test, what makes a public security chief have no doubts about the parent-child relationship
"Has Elder Yue described what this person looks like?" Yan Yan asked.
Xi Hanxiang recalled for a moment, and shook her head regretfully.
"Then before Yue Lao passed away, did you have any unusual reactions or actions?"
Yan Yan's question is probably in the middle of the key. As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Hanxiang immediately started rubbing his hands, as if he was about to say something, but after a long while, he made up his mind, and he said, "I can't say anything right now. It affects the things behind Mr. Yue, right? Like a funeral, a farewell ceremony..."
Yan Yan said, "You don't have to worry about this. Three years have passed since Lao Lao's funeral."
"That's good, that's good." Xi Hanxiang lowered her head and said, "Yes... One day in the middle of the night, I heard Mr. Yue crying and calling someone... "
A police chief, deputy mayor, crying and calling in the middle of the night
Yan Yan's muscles tightened, and even Jiang Ting sat up slightly involuntarily.
"During that time, Lao Lao Yue was very busy. He went out early and returned late every day, and often locked himself in the study mysteriously. I didn't pay much attention to it at first. After all, Lao Lao Yue was busy most of the time before his death - until late at night, It was five or six days before Lao Lao's death, I was suddenly awakened by the loud cries coming from the study, and I stood gently by the study door and listened..."
Xi Hanxiang paused with difficulty, and Yan Yan stared at her: "Did you hear something?"
"Yes, but in fact it was just a few words over and over. Mr. Yue said... "I'm sorry for the Jiang team, don't cover me with the national flag, I don't deserve it"!"
The two were stunned at the same time.
Jiang Ting's expression was blank.
"How can you not cover the national flag? That's such an honor, how could he say that about himself?" Xi Hanxiang twisted her rough fingers and looked at the two of them uneasily: "Tell me, the one called Team Jiang, wouldn't he? Could it be his adopted son? Mr. Yue felt that he had never raised him and was sorry for him, so he was unwilling to build the national flag? And could the last visitor that Mr. Yue received before his death was him, he hurt Mr. Yue and was so easy to steal The property of the Yue family?"
The house was quiet.
Xi Hanxiang was very panicked by the uncertain faces of the two policemen on the opposite side, and quickly stammered to make up: "I don't know more about it, I can tell you the truth."
"...You don't have to be afraid, this is a very valuable clue." Yan Yan finally recovered his voice from the shock, and subconsciously took a sip from the enamel teacup - there was still Xi Hanxiang floating on the water because he was upset when he saw them. There was a little oil flower that was deliberately left unwashed, but no one reminded him: "By the way, do you know who Yue Lao called late at night?"
Xi Hanxiang said sternly: "I don't know. I'm not just a nanny, how can I know so many things. But I suddenly heard Mr. Yue calling that person... call... "
She thought for a while before hesitating and said, "...Lao Lu?"
With a clang, the enamel teacup in Yan Yan's hand fell firmly on the table.
·
Twenty minutes later.
"The details you told us today, including our visit, are highly confidential. For your personal safety, please don't mention it to anyone, understand?"
Xi Hanxiang held the door frame with one hand and nodded as if a revolutionary martyr had died heroically.
Yan Yan thanked Jiang Ting solemnly and turned to leave.
"Wait... wait," suddenly Xi Hanxiang stuck out her neck as if she couldn't help it: "This police officer with glasses, you..."
Jiang stopped.
Xi Hanxiang looked at his thin and straight back: "Have I seen you before?"
After a few seconds, Jiang Ting turned his face away and showed her an almost invisible smile:
"You must be mistaken."
Xi Hanxiang nodded suspiciously.
·
"How likely do you think the person Yue Guangping called is Bureau Lu?" Yan Yan asked.
At the end of October, the sun went down early, and when I came out of Xi Hanxiang's house, it was already completely dark. When it was dark in the countryside, apart from the moonlight, only the lights from the windows of the houses illuminated the dirt road, and every step leading to the village was full of bumps, so Yan Xun kept holding Jiang Ting in his arms. go ahead.
"It's quite big. I remember seeing these two chatting at a celebration banquet before, and the chat was quite happy." Jiang stopped his clothes and put his other hand in the pocket of Yan Yan's coat, saying: "Go back and check the graduate schools and work experience of Lu Bureau and Yue Guangping, maybe you can have more concrete evidence."
Yan Yan nodded and said nothing. She also put her hands in the pockets of her coat, covered Jiang Ting's slender fingers, and frowned, "Why are your hands so cold."
Jiang Ting was about to pull out, but Yan Yan quickly pulled him hard.
I don't know who is using lard to fry bacon, and the fragrance of oily oil came out from the gap in the window. Jiang Ting took a deep breath and murmured, "It's quite fragrant."
But Yan Yan turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard this sentence: "If it is really Bureau Lu, the connection between him and Yue Guangping is deeper than we imagined, it is very likely that he has some knowledge of the inside story of the 1009 plastic factory explosion, and he knows that Yue Guangping is like this. What is the reason for the guilt, maybe even…”
"It's even possible to know that I'm still alive," Jiang Ting said quietly.
The two of them didn't speak any more, they walked through the village with one foot and one foot, only to see Yang Mei flashing her headlights in the car from a distance.
"Yan Yan," Jiang Ting said in a very soft voice while walking suddenly, "We have always assumed that the young man Yue Guangping was going to give a gift to, the 'illegitimate child' that Xi Hanxiang referred to, was the murderer who came to visit at the last minute. There is no chance that this line of thinking was wrong from the start, and the final visitor is actually…”
Yan Yan seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say, and suddenly stood still.
Jiang Ting looked at him in the moonlight, but still spit out the name: "—Is it Bureau Lu?"
"..." Yan Yan didn't say a word for a long time, the chill rose from the bottom of his heart to his throat, and after a while he said, "This possibility cannot be ruled out."
- If Bureau Lu is a close friend of Yue Guangping who can call and cry in the middle of the night, it would be reasonable to wear long johns at home, or a hurdle vest or even shirtless.
But now there are no clues to restore the scene at that time. The two stood face to face in the dark for a while, and Yang Mei finally couldn't help getting out of the car. "Yan Yun, what are you doing, are you deliberately making a fool of yourself in front of me?!"
Yan Yunyi turned around and said, "We are looking at the snow and the moon! From poetry and poetry to life ideals! What's your opinion?!"
Yang Mei: "…"
Yan Yan laughed and patted Jiang Ting's butt again: "You get in the car first, I have something to do."
"you-"
Yan Yan had already stepped into the night in three steps and two steps, and waved his hand without looking back: "The lighter was left at Aunt Xi's house! I'll be back in five minutes!"
"Why did he go?" Yang Mei stepped forward suspiciously: "Is the lighter a shame?"
"No, he never took out the lighter at Xi Hanxiang's house."
"Wow! Sure enough, I met Xiaofang from the village mouth and went to a secret meeting! You, the surnamed Yan, give me back—"
Yang Mei was furious and wanted to catch up, but she was held down before she could finish her voice. She turned around and saw a small smile from the moonlight reflected in Jiang Ting's eyes:
"It's okay, I know what he's going to do."