emergency room.
The iron wheel rolled over the ground and rushed into the glass door, and the red light for rescue was on. There were people coming and going in the far side of the corridor, Yan Yan gasped and slowly slid against the wall and sat on the cold ground.
Crash, blood, evidence bags, sirens from far and near... Countless sounds were intertwined in his mind, like a huge net covering the deep sea of fear, and the devil's hideous eyes were watching him slowly rising from the bottom of the sea.
Who did Fang Zhenghong's car do
What's in that evidence bag
The sound of a few leather shoes rushing towards from far to near, everyone in the corridor turned their attention, but Yan Yan didn't seem to hear anything. It wasn't until the footsteps stopped in front of him that Yan Yan raised his head and saw several police officers in uniform standing in front of him, and the atmosphere was filled with the atmosphere of an enemy.
"I'm sorry, Deputy Yan." The man in the lead showed his police card: "You know the procedure, come with us."
Several police officers were on guard, as if they were afraid that Yan Yan would suddenly rebel.
But their fears didn't come true.
Yan Yan's eyes swept across their nervous faces one by one, and suddenly smiled, got up and patted the hem of the clothes.
"Come on," he said.
·
Jianning Municipal Bureau.
The interrogation room seemed much darker than usual. A few ray of light that seems to be dying at any time pass through the iron fence window, reflecting the floating dust flying slowly in the air, pulling the shadows of the iron table, lamp and interrogation chair into a distorted and slender shape. The white board with eight characters of "Yan" is slightly glowing with the light and shadow of the age.
There was a vague noise in the distance: "What's going on with our brother Yan, you at least bring a cup of hot water in..."
"Sorry we have rules, no one can enter!"
"What happened, I must have made a mistake, hey you guys..."
clap la la-
The human voice was chaotic and disappeared, and the sound of the iron door slamming echoed in the empty corridor for a long time, reaching the deepest interrogation room.
Yan Yan sat upright on the chair, the darkness could not block his clear and deep side cheek lines, and the skin on the straight bridge of the nose reflected an indifferent shimmer.
I don't know how long it took, and finally the footsteps of two or three people gradually moved from the end of the corridor to the door, and then the guard opened the door, and a figure that seemed to be always plump and stocky, not in a hurry, met Yan Yan's gaze and appeared in the room. to the door of the interrogation room.
- Lu Bureau.
"Okay, I know, let's go out."
Bureau Lu walked into the room and instructed the guards behind him. Then, while the other party locked the door and left, he sat opposite the interrogation table with a large tea jar. :
"Lao Fang's car was damaged by the acceleration and braking systems. He has suffered head injuries and is still being rescued."
This is his first sentence.
Yan Yan was silent for a long time, the icy air was like glass, enveloped them in the small room.
"On the evening of your birthday at the end of August, you called the traffic police brigade to intercept a car following you in the east of Worker's Avenue. The car was a silver-gray Hyundai Elantra, and the model and characteristics of the car that happened to Lao Fang today are the same. And After investigation, the license plate of the vehicle that followed you that night was for use, and the license plate that was copied was the informant license plate used by the anti-drug detachment in an operation."
Bureau Lu paused and said slowly, "That is to say, Fang Zhenghong has followed you, and you are aware of it."
Yan Yan's expression was cold and firm, and he spat out a few words: "I know."
Bureau Lu nodded and said:
"This morning, at the Sihai Kelai Guest House in Gaorong County, Gongzhou City, a waiter was almost hit by an emotional Fang Zhenghong when he was delivering towels. According to the waiter, you were standing at an open door at the time. , and Lao Fang was very angry, shouting: 'Yan, I didn't want to hurt you, I have an alibi that night when the shooter happened, wait for my call!' - Is there such a thing?"
"..." Yan Yan said, "Yes."
Behind the single-sided glass, several deputy directors, directors, and interrogators looked at each other, and everyone's eyes flickered with suspicion.
Bureau Lu asked: "That is to say, a few hours before Fang Zhenghong's accident, were you the last outsider who had contact with him and had a serious dispute?"
"… "
After a moment of silence in the interrogation room, Bureau Lu changed the way of questioning: "Can you explain why you appeared in Gaorong County, how many people were with you, why, and the reason and content of the dispute with Fang Zhenghong?"
Yan Yan remained silent.
This kind of icy silence and resistance is the most unwilling situation for criminal investigators to face, and it is also one of the important guesses for the guilt of the interrogation object.
In other words, Yan Yan's attitude simply tilted the balance in everyone's heart to the unfavorable side.
"Yan Yan," Lu Ju looked at him, each word had an indescribably heavy weight attached, he said, "You are an old criminal investigator who has worked for more than ten years, and now you can be convicted with zero confession. I don't need to say more. If you don't want to explain anything, our investigations and inferences will be very bad for you, you understand?"
Countless eyes were cast on Yan Xun inside and out, and even his tightly pursed, blade-like lips could be clearly seen.
After a while he said, "I understand."
"—You understand." Lu Ju repeated in a serious tone and nodded: "Then can you at least tell me why you were downstairs in Fang Zhenghong's house when he had an accident?"
Obviously this is a very simple question, but Yan Yan was silent for a long time. His body was still sitting behind the interrogation table where everyone's eyes were focused, but his soul didn't know where it was floating, as if it was suspended in mid-air, staring coldly. Everyone inside and outside the interrogation room.
The interrogator was visibly agitated.
Outside the one-sided window, Deputy Director Wei's forehead was almost pressed against the glass, his cheeks were tensed to the point of twisting, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists in his trouser pockets.
"No." Suddenly Yan Yan opened his mouth, but every word spit out from those thin lips made his heart sink infinitely into the abyss. He said, "I can't tell you."
Everyone's faces changed drastically, and Deputy Director Wei couldn't stand for a while, and shook several times!
The tea jar in Ju Lu's hand stomped on the table with a "clang", leaned back into the back of the chair, and exhaled.
"Since you clearly know what the consequences of concealment are, and you insist on choosing to do so, then I have nothing to say." Lu Ju nodded slowly, and then said, "Okay, okay, okay... Yan Yan, I'll ask you again. One question, if I really don't want to say it, I can't help it. Is it you who was the last person who approached the crime vehicle alone when Fang Zhenghong was not present?!"
-no.
Yan Yan was as silent as a sculpture, his back turned to the meager light in the barred window, and the answer to this question automatically appeared in his mind: Jiang Ting.
He closed his eyes and said solemnly after a few seconds, "It's me."
Lu Ju suddenly got up and walked out.
"etc."
No one expected that Yan Yan would make a sound at this time, everyone outside was stunned, and was about to rush out to grab the deputy director Wei, who was spewing out by Lu Bureau, and twisted his body 90 degrees, and the old face burst out immediately. Looking forward to the light.
But then the brilliance dimmed—
Bureau Lu looked back at the interrogation table, Yan Yan raised his chin slightly, so it seemed that he had a angular face, a slender neck and broad muscular shoulders, all of which were particularly eye-catching, like a dark whirlpool in the backlight. .
He asked, "Is that you?"
These three words are very light, and no one knows what they mean.
"… you ask me?"
Lu Ju's eyelids twitched, as if he felt ridiculous. Then he snorted and asked in a very stern voice: "Whether I say yes or no, can you believe it in the absence of evidence? Yan Yan, do you still have any basic qualities of a criminal investigator? ?!"
It was quiet inside and outside the interrogation room.
The iron door rattled, and Bureau Lu slammed on the door of the interrogation room and went out.
Wei Yao turned around on the spot, as if he had suddenly lost his direction, and then saw Bureau Lu walking past the door of the interrogation room, and immediately stumbled out and grabbed him, like a gun barrel jammed and then exploded. His submachine gun: "Old Lu, listen to me! This matter of Fang Zhenghong must be investigated carefully, Yan Yun is really not!"
"Officer Lu," Secretary Zhang hurried over, interrupting Deputy Bureau Wei, who was blushing and thick-necked: "The phone in our bureau has exploded, and the provincial party committee Liu Department has already made a third call, and said that he will come over in person immediately. See you understand the situation, now this situation... "
"not see."
Secretary Zhang: "What?"
The tone of Lu Ju's tone did not waver, but the Maitreya Buddha's white, fat and kind face seemed to have undergone an invisible change.
"I can't see it." He said calmly under the chilling gazes of Secretary Zhang, Deputy Director Wei, and the rest, "From now on, I will have Yan Yan's food and drink delivered to me personally, and whoever wants to visit must get mine. Sign and approve. Until the case is clear, even if the governor comes, don't expect to see anyone."
There was a deadly silence around him, and Ju Lu looked around the crowd and said coldly:
"No one is allowed to step into the iron door of the interrogation room!"
·
Late that night.
A red Toyota car drove past the prosperous gate of the KTV of the Evernight Palace, turned into the alley, and stopped at the alley not far from the back door.
A young girl in a pullover hoodie, jeans and white shoes hurriedly got out of the car, grabbed her schoolbag and ran down the dark path. There was a faint light at the back door of the KTV in front. Yang Mei, who was wearing a fur and holding a small bag, had been waiting for a long time. Suddenly she heard footsteps. She looked back and was overjoyed: "Little Han!"
"Miss Meimei!"
The young girl lifted her hood, revealing a young and anxious face that didn't wear Fendai - it was Han Xiaomei who Yang Mei had been waiting for for half the night.
"Is that what Director Lu really said?"
In the KTV upstairs office area, Han Xiaomei was so hungry, she nodded while nibbling on the hamburger: "Uh uh..." Yang Mei hurriedly opened a bottle of Coke for her, Han Xiaomei immediately raised her head and gulped down a few gulps, and finally freed it up Empty to speak.
"Yes, that's what I said, it's spread all over the bureau. Liu Ting personally came to our city bureau for this matter, but he was stopped by Lu bureau, saying that Team Yan was a high-level suspect with a sensitive and sensitive identity. With background, anyone who sees it may obstruct... hiccup! Obstruction of justice!"
"...What does he mean," Yang Mei was surprised, "Why does it seem like he's guarding against someone who wants Yan Yan's life?"
Han Xiaomei shrugged with her mouth full.
When the two arrived at the door of the suite, Yang Mei knocked on the door: "Brother Jiang?"
"Come in."
Han Xiaomei didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the young and gentle Consultant Lu, subconsciously straightened her neck and swallowed the hamburger, and timidly entered the room with Yang Mei. I saw Jiang Zhan standing under the lamp, the table was full, and when I got closer, I saw several different ID documents, account books, bank cards, new mobile phones and mobile phone cards...
Seeing Han Xiaomei's incredible gaze, Yang Mei introduced with a wry smile, "It's all prepared by Brother Jiang a few years ago, just to prevent an accident one day."
Han Xiaomei was stunned, thinking that it was no wonder that she couldn't get in touch with Consultant Lu just now. It turned out that at the same time when Team Yan had an accident, he changed the phone and the card together.
Jiang Ting said nothing, wore gloves, and carefully checked the key clue left by Fang Zhenghong on the laid plastic sheet: the old dark blue trousers.
"Nothing to find." After a while, Jiang Ting pinched the last edge of the fabric and said, "There is no note, handwriting, unusual stacking marks or smell, and no residue that can be identified with the naked eye. Fang Zhenghong Since it is determined to be a key clue, there must be a reason for it, and it is best to send it to a professional trace inspection and physical and chemical analysis."
Yang Mei pointed to the outside and asked tentatively, "Let the surnamed Qi bring him back to Gongzhou to find their technical detective?"
Jiang Ting shook his head, "It's too late, and I can't keep the evidence out of sight. Han Xiaomei?"
Han Xiaomei immediately stood at attention: "I'm here!"
"Do you know the technical detective classmate assigned to the police station?"
Han Xiaomei nodded like a chicken pecking rice to indicate yes.
"Contact the other party immediately, and send it for inspection at dawn tomorrow, and I will go with me in person."
Han Xiaomei said in her heart that you may not know much about the current ratio of males to females in our police academy. It doesn't matter if you follow me or not. If Sister Meimei follows me in person, it will be a great encouragement and encouragement to my fellow technical detectives...
Jiang Ting took off his gloves and rubbed his face heavily. It was not until then that he finally showed a little tiredness. He sat on the edge of the bed, raised his head and asked Han Xiaomei, "How is your brother Yan?"
He seemed to be casually asking these words, but for some reason, Han Xiaomei suddenly felt that after asking these words, all his attention was focused on himself.
"The situation of Team Yan... It should be alright," Han Xiaomei reiterated the news she just told Yang Mei in embarrassment, and looked at Jiang Ting cautiously: "Although the current wind direction is not good for Team Yan, everyone believes that Team Yan is not like that. The person in the gang will not do anything to hurt the team. Besides, it is uncertain when the car of the team was manipulated. It is impossible to insist that the team is the murderer just because the team happened to be at the scene when the crime happened. ? That's too unreasonable! It doesn't make sense at all!"
Han Xiaomei was indignant, Jiang Zing nodded: "So what did he eat at night?"
"what?"
Jiang Ting repeated: "What did he eat at night?"
"..." Han Xiaomei said, "... steamed buns, steamed buns and boiled eggs..."
Jiang Ting closed his eyes, his plain and estranged face concealed a deep emotion, and then buried his face in the palm of his hand. When he opened his eyes again, he had recovered to a flawless, icy calm, as if the momentary weakness was just an illusion.
"Understood," he said, "you stay here tonight, and leave tomorrow morning to find your classmates."
Han Xiaomei widened her eyes, what did she say? I spied on so much information, prepared a large piece of consolation, and wrote a bunch of drafts. As a result, you asked Yan team what did they eat at night? Trust me a little more!
Yang Mei was still a little worried: "Brother Jiang, are you all right?"
Although she didn't want to admit it, her reason made her clearly realize that her brother Jiang's state was indeed different after Yan Xun's accident - his investigation steps were as meticulous as usual, and his composure, calm and professionalism seemed to have no difference. Different, but there is a certain mood or aura that has undergone a chilling change.
Jiang Ting stood up and said, "It's okay. I can do anything."
Yang Mei was worried and hesitated.
"Go to sleep." Jiang Ting said lightly, "If I guess the direction is correct, we are very close to the real murderer."
Yang Mei thought that Jiang Ting would stay up all night, but when she came to knock on the door uneasy later, she found that Jiang Ting had turned off the lights.
"Sleep?" she thought to herself, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, you should rest more—"
Outside the window, the wind and rain were dark, and the north wind whistled through the window, and the night was endless.
What she didn't know was that Jiang Ting was lying in the darkness at the moment, staring at the void that was floating like a long river. He seems to be isolated from this world, the only connection and bond has been broken, and even his perception of the outside world is gradually blurred.
Jiang Ting raised his hand to his side, and his fingertips directly touched the cold and empty sheets.
For a long time he lay flat on his back, raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed hoarsely.
·
In fact, it is not the best policy to ask Han Xiaomei's police academy classmates to help. First of all, as long as it is within the scope of the Jianning public security system, the inspection object will inevitably leave a record, which will also leave a clue to be traced; secondly, Han Xiaomei has just graduated. Her classmates are also rookies in technical investigation, and they will never have the superb professional skills like Huang Xing, director of the Municipal Bureau.
But now that everything is fast, Han Xiaomei's contacts are indeed the only way Jiang Ting can ask for help now.
Han Xiaomei's best buddy when she was in school—her fellow countryman and classmate was assigned to the technical squadron of the police station subordinate to the Fuyang sub-bureau. The young man got this pair of pants in the morning and said embarrassingly that the results would not be available until the next day at the earliest. After being invited to dinner by the beautiful elder sister Yang Mei at noon, the young man said that he suddenly had a great enthusiasm for work and life, and finally made the analysis results before leaving get off work, and asked Han Xiaomei suspiciously. : "What the hell is this case, are you sure you didn't get the wrong test?"
Han Xiaomei said with a guilty conscience, "No... No?"
"But this is a pair of ordinary pants. I've done all the tests I can think of, and I didn't find any bloodstains, sperm, gunpowder smoke, and poisons. I can only analyze that this person's hygiene habits are relatively general. There are a few dog hairs - damn, you must have made a mistake in the evidence, or why don't you go to the city bureau, but bring it to me for inspection? You're done with Han Xiaomei! You're going to be returned by the city bureau!"
Han Xiaomei wanted to cry without tears, and said, "Thank you for reminding me."
Having said that, Han Xiaomei still took pictures of the analysis report with suspicion and sent it to Yang Mei on her cell phone. After a while, her phone rang, and the caller ID was Yang Mei's number, but when she picked it up, she only heard Jiang Ting's face covering her face to ask: " Are all the analysis results here?"
Han Xiaomei stood on the street outside the police station, surrounded by car horns and pedestrians. She covered the microphone and said loudly, "Yes! It's almost certain that the last meal of the team wearing these pants was meat clips. Mo, there may be a few stray dogs near the house, and the personal hygiene habits are not very good! - What should I do now?!"
Han Xiaomei's heart has been shrouded in despair. She can't imagine how anxious and helpless she will be if she falls into this situation.
"I see."
"Ah, ah?" Han Xiaomei said, do you know? Know what
"I'm going to go out and keep in touch."
"You want—hello? Hello?"
Jiang Ting hung up the phone, put down his phone, turned around and picked up his coat, grabbed the car keys, and went straight downstairs to put on his shoes. Yang Mei panicked and followed behind, shouting loudly, "Brother Jiang, where are you going? I'll go with you!"
"I'm going out of town." Jiang Ting pushed open the door: "Fang Zhenghong's idea is right, and now we only need a final verification, and the answer can almost be determined."
"Then then wait for me! I won't touch up my makeup, let's go now!"
Yang Mei flew to change her clothes, but then her movements were pinned to the spot by Jiang Zing's words: "No, don't follow."
Yang Mei was stunned.
Jiang Ting stood in front of the gate and turned his head, half of his cheeks melted in the dim light of the early winter, calmly said, "The danger to you may be greater."
Yang Mei racked her brains and couldn't think of what Jiang Ting saw in the short pages of the analysis report. In the evening, when Han Xiaomei came to KTV, the two girls sat knee-to-knee with frowning faces, full of worry and anxiety.
Is Yan Yan safe in the city bureau's detention room
Where did Jiang Ting go all night
In fact, not only Yang Mei and Han Xiaomei, but also in the huge Jianning City, there are many people who toss and turn like them, sleepless all night. Until the eastern sky gradually turned green, Yang Mei, who had been in a daze for several hours, was suddenly awakened by the ringing of the bell, and suddenly sat up and grabbed her phone—
At 6:30 in the morning, an unread message came from Jiang Zing's new number, with only a few words:
[I know who he is. 】