Half an hour later, the highway between the two places was built.
Yan Yan was driving Bluetooth in the car, and his black frown was reflected in the rearview mirror: "I said Lao Fang, why are you living more and more back? Everyone is tied to the same rope now. Grasshopper, no matter what clues you think of, at least say hello to us first, and just in case something happens to you and the clues are interrupted, don't you think?"
The next moment, Fang Zhenghong's roar sounded in the Bluetooth: "You are the grasshopper! The grasshopper after the autumn!"
"Tsk, okay, okay, can't I?" Yan Yan said helplessly, "You may have thought of what the clues mean?"
Fang Zhenghong was hesitant, obviously reluctant to go into details, so he hurriedly scolded: "Whoever is in the same boat as you, who knows what activities you have in private! I won't tell you, I'm fighting now. On the long-distance bus, let's contact Jianning again!"
Yan Yan raised her voice: "Yo, you dare to call an online car-hailing! Let's share a real-time itinerary, although you are not a big girl but a bad old man, but safety is still... "
Fang Zhenghong hung up the phone angrily.
"You say he has a problem with hyperthyroidism, right? He is anxious all day long." Yan Yan shook his head and sighed: "My kind heart is nothing but a donkey's liver and lungs - even if he has no money and no looks, it's not like the two of you sitting there. The risk of car-hailing is so high, but you also need to have a little bit of safety awareness.”
Yang Mei and Qi Sihao in the back row looked at each other.
"You mean Qi team is rich, do I have good looks?" Finally Yang Mei asked uncertainly.
"Oh no, I mean you and Brother Jiang." Yan Yan held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed back at Yang Mei: "You have money." Then he pointed at Jiang Ting: "He has good looks."
Yang Mei: "…"
"Fang Zhenghong is not yet sure that you are completely innocent." Jiang Ting in the co-pilot didn't seem to hear it at all, and he remained calm, saying, "Many old police officers are suspicious, and he is extremely sensitive. , Suspicious, it is normal to have years of prejudice against you, so it is estimated that he will not share clues easily until you are completely ruled out."
"Come on, follow him closely!" Yan Yan habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, but before he put it in his mouth, he suddenly remembered something, and regretfully threw it back into the glove box and said, "Fuck."
Qi Sihao took out the lighter diligently: "No fire in Team Yan? Here I am..."
Jiang Ting and Yang Mei blurted out at the same time, "No!"
They stopped too late.
"No, no, no fire," Yan Yan rejected Qi Sihao's lighter with joy, but the next moment he took the stage, lights and microphone handed over by the other party:
"Come on, come on, look, if you're looking for a boyfriend, you should look for someone like me—"
Jiang Ting took a deep breath and leaned back on the chair, while Yang Mei covered her ears miserably.
"As a mature and sensible boyfriend who loves others, what matters is not what you do for your partner, but what you are willing not to do for your partner. For example, if your brother Jiang is not in good health, it is best not to smoke too much, like A good boyfriend like me will voluntarily put the danger of second-hand smoke in the cradle; for example, I will restrict him to eat sweets and force him to eat more meat and rice, all for his health considerations, only A mature and rational man like me is your best choice for your spouse... Got it? Why do you say that I am the best interpretation and template for the word boyfriend? Learn from both of you, and learn from both!"
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yang Mei: "…"
Qi Sihao had a blank expression on his face.
Yan Xun was triumphant, and the car roared towards the toll station of Jianning Expressway.
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With a loud bang, Fang Zhenghong rushed into the house, startling his wife who was preparing to cook: "Yo! Didn't you go on a business trip?"
"The trousers I wore a while ago when it was still cold, the navy blue cut trousers, you haven't sent them to dry cleaning, have you?"
"Of course not, isn't it unreasonable?" My wife copied the vegetable basket and pointed to the outside: "I was about to keep it to take up space, but it would be a pity to throw it away. make a nest for its cubs..."
Fang Zhenghong didn't say a word, he rushed outside, ignoring his wife's inquiries, opened the chest of drawers and started rummaging through the pile of junk. After a while, he finally caught a glimpse of the familiar dark blue cloth and quickly pulled it out.
"What are you doing? It scares people to death! Oh, you are not eating at home at night, ah?"
Fang Zhenghong ignored the answer, took out the sealed bag from the study, and stuffed the pair of pants in and sealed it.
"You don't have to wait for me to eat at night!" Fang Zhenghong shouted without turning his head, turned around and rushed out the door, leaving only his wife standing inexplicably.
Fang Zhenghong, with the airtight bag under his creaking nest, hurried out of the community and walked towards the silver Hyundai Elantra parked downstairs on the opposite side.
"Hello?" He picked it up after just two rings, Huang Xing's voice sounded very surprised: "Fang team, what's the matter?"
"Oh, I have a..." Fang Zhenghong was about to continue, when he suddenly remembered something and stopped.
Huang Xing: "What? Hello Fang team, Lao Fang?"
Is tech detective safe? Fang Zhenghong was standing at the gate of the community, and suddenly such a thought appeared.
Just now, he was in a mess in his head, and before he could think about it carefully, he dialed the phone. But the moment he heard Huang Xing's voice, he suddenly realized a terrifying fact: if his guess was wrong, then the murderer was probably...
As long as it is him, there is no department or even any corner of the city bureau that can be said to be guaranteed insurance, and the suspicion that the kid surnamed Yan has is not clear at all.
"What are you doing, Lao Fang, the signal is not good? Hello?"
Fang Zhenghong Bing Huang Bing Huang's face was expressionless, and he severely pressed the hang up button.
Who else can I find? Who else is safe
Fang Zhenghong has worked in Jianning Municipal Bureau for most of his life. When he got old, he realized that the nest he had built in half his life turned out to be a dangerous trap. The fear, panic, and cowardice that he didn't want to admit were like layers of cobwebs, densely entangled in his heart, and he couldn't even find the right frequency for his breathing, and his hands and feet were even more numb and numb.
Who else is safe? Who else can I turn to
—Yes, that person!
Fang Zhenghong's eyes lit up, and he even blamed himself for being panicked just now, and then he immediately found the other party's number and dialed it. The phone rang about eight or nine times, and then a tired voice came from the other side: "Hey, may I ask who you are..."
"Hello, I'm Fang Zhenghong, from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, do you still remember me?"
Hearing the Municipal Public Security Bureau on the opposite side, his mind went blank for two seconds, and then he reacted to the name "Fang Zhenghong":
"Ah, yes, Officer Fang! I've been dizzy after not seeing me for a long time, ha ha ha - how's your family doing recently? Is there anything wrong?"
pat!
Fang Zhenghong looked for fame.
A figure leaned back in front of the silver Elantra door of his house, two slender legs overlapped, one hand was in his pocket, the other took off his sunglasses, and the brows on the white face were slightly raised, and there was a vague expression of disapproval.
- That's Jiang Ting.
Fang Zhenghong had no choice but to stop. He wanted to continue talking and sighed. In the end, he had to hurriedly say to the mobile phone: "I suddenly came here. Let's talk about it later."
The other party agreed, and Fang Zhenghong hung up the phone.
Jiang Ting lowered his head and sent a text message to Yan Yan: [I blocked the formation at the front door of the community. 】
"What about the Yan?" Fang Zhenghong came over and asked cautiously.
"Yan Xun doesn't know which building you live in, so we blocked you separately. He probably went to the back door of the community." Jiang Ting put away his mobile phone, looked up at Fang Zhenghong, and knocked on the Elantra's car door behind him: "You drive yourself. The family's car is following Yan Yan, hoping that he won't find out?"
"..." Fang Zhenghong's face was blue, red and yellow: "My son drove home from vacation some time ago, and I got the informant's license plate..."
Jiang Ting said: "You have great doubts about Yan Yan's character, morality and IQ."
Fang Zhenghong did not speak angrily.
After all, he was an old police officer 20 years older than him. Seeing that, Jiang Ting couldn't say anything else. He sighed, "Who did you call just now, where are you going?"
Fang Zhenghong stubbornly remained silent.
"I don't know why you trust me, Fang team. But Yan Xun is right. If you are not the poisoner, nor the ghost of the Jianning Municipal Bureau, then we are indeed tied on a rope. Grasshopper. You were picked as a scapegoat for no reason. It doesn't make any sense for you to hide it from us and even beware of Yan Yan at this time."
The loudspeaker beeped twice in the distance, and I saw Yan Yan driving around from the back of the community.
"Yue Guangping had an accident when he was about to tell me the clues. He has already found out who the inner ghost who leaked the information on Operation 1009 was, but until he died, he had no chance to say that name." Jiang Ting looked at Fang Zhenghong's turbid expression. Eyes, each word passed through the optic nerve and skull, and knocked heavily in his brain: "I am no longer lucky to wake up after being in a coma for the second time for three years, but you want to be surrounded by ghosts and follow him. Is Yue Guangping taking the same risk three years ago?"
The car stopped abruptly, and Yan Yan got out of the car door wrapped in a stern body.
"..." Fang Zhenghong was silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh of relief under the gazes of the two of them, and asked back, "You don't know why I think you are innocent?"
Jiang Ting stared at him, only to hear him ask: "Do you still remember 'Ape Monkey', a demolition family who looks a bit like a monkey and has half a little finger missing?"
Judging from Jiang Ting's expression, he obviously didn't remember it.
"'Ape' is my best informant. He was almost exposed in an undercover operation and escaped after a thrilling experience. Afterwards, he told me that he was once covered by a police officer from Gongzhou called Team Jiang. Otherwise, you will be dead." Fang Zhenghong shook his head: "It happened many years ago, I guess you don't remember it. It is common for teammates to cover and protect teammates in police operations, so I had no other ideas at the time. But about you People's impressions and judgments have always been buried in my heart. Until three years ago, when you died in the line of duty, I had some doubts in my heart: why is it you who led the 1009 operation so cleverly, and you were the one who leaked information and caused the failure of the 1009 operation? It doesn't make sense."
Jiang Ting pondered for a moment and said, "Although I don't remember the informant, but..."
"Nevertheless, I still can't trust you completely, and I can't trust this surname Yan right away." Fang Zhenghong changed his words, patted the sealed bag under the creaking nest, and said coldly, "I'm going to the research institute to find it now. An acquaintance, if nothing else happens, the key evidence is now in the bag in my hands. If you really dare to come, come with me, but if the evidence shows that you are not innocent, don't blame me immediately Call the police."
Jiang Ting frowned and looked at Yan Yan, who happened to see that the two discussed silently with their eyes for a few seconds.
Fang Zhenghong had already got into his Elantra, slammed the door, and started the car.
"Yang Mei and Qi Sihao went to the side gate of the community separately, and called to tell them to come over. Let's go to the research institute with Fang Zhenghong first." Yan Yan made a quick decision: "Get in the car!"
Jiang Ting called Yang Mei and got into the car, Yan Yun fastened his seat belt and started the ignition. In the time difference of more than half a minute, Fang Zhenghong's Elantra had already opened the gate. As long as he drove 50 or 60 meters forward along the driveway in front of the community gate, and then made a sharp turn, he would be able to get on the busy main road.
"Hello, Brother Jiang?" Yang Mei asked excitedly on the other end of the phone, "I'm hiding in the bushes downstairs in the community in full disguise. Did you block the little old man surnamed Fang?"
"You come to the main entrance with Qi Sihao, we're going..."
boom! !
A loud noise came from the front, Jiang Ting suddenly seemed to have been taken out of his voice, and Yan Yan's movements froze.
"Brother Jiang?" The second monk Yang Mei was puzzled: "What's the matter with you?"
Pedestrians not far away stopped one after another and looked back, everyone seemed to be holding down the pause button—
A silver Elantra slammed into the power pole at the end of the driveway, without any sign of slowing down or turning, and the entire front of the car was dented in the shards of broken glass!
After a few seconds, the discussion and exclamation sounded dully, and the buzzing filled all directions.
"Lao Fang... Lao Fang?"
Yan Yan got out of the car, his eyes were full of disbelief, he suddenly shivered fiercely, and roared at passers-by who had just woken up from a dream: "Call 120! Come and call 120!!"
Bang - the sunken car door was forcibly opened, Yan Yan gasped while witnessing the situation in the cab, and even Jiang Ting's face was ashen. I saw Fang Zhenghong's head and face covered in blood. He was pressed into the airbag, and it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead. The steering wheel dashboard was chaotically twisted, the debris glass was scattered all over the car, and the hood was completely twisted into scrap metal. !
This is not the effect of 30 to 40 kilometers per hour. Who has touched the braking system of this car? !
"Lao Fang! Wake up! Hold on!" Yan Yan roared: "Lao Fang!"
However, Fang Zhenghong was buried under the airbag and did not respond.
A few pedestrians in the distance talked a lot and did not dare to approach, and the sound of an ambulance galloped in the distance. Yan Yan turned back suddenly, facing Shang Jiangting's eyes, both of them were clearly stunned and shocked.
"...that bag," Jiang Ting said hoarsely, "bring that bag to me."
Like lightning piercing the sky, Yan Yan reacted abruptly, and pulled out the airtight bag from under the badly damaged passenger seat. Before he could see what the dark blue cloth was inside, he hurriedly shoved it to Jiang Ting. : "Run."
"then you-"
"Run!" Yan Yan pushed him sharply and decisively, and roared in a low voice, "Don't tell anyone that you have appeared at the accident scene, run with physical evidence!"