"It's best not to leave Jianning for a while, please cooperate with our investigation as much as possible, and we will also pay attention to protecting your safety. Needless to say, I'm really sorry, Yan Fu, you know this is all a procedure... "
The iron door slammed shut behind him, and the echo echoed in the empty corridor for a long time.
Yan Yan slowly walked to the end. On the window sill in front of the corridor, the backlit figure of Lu Ju, with his hands behind his back, overlooked the boundless sea of gray clouds at the end of the sky.
"Come out," Lu Ju said casually when he heard the footsteps, "Look at your unlucky body, go home and take a bath with grapefruit leaves!"
Yan Yan was still wearing the attire of the day he was arrested, a black slim-fit jacket and shirt, jeans of the same color and high-top short boots. The shirt is already wrinkled, but it doesn't look down and out. On the contrary, the dark eyebrows and eyes are somewhat vicissitudes and depression in line with his age.
"Is Lao Fang awake?" he asked.
Lu Bureau did not answer.
"..." Yan Yan exhaled and said, "I want to meet Qin Chuan."
Director Lu raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Okay, I will arrange for you to meet in the interrogation room in half an hour. During this half hour, you can take a shower, change your clothes, smoke a cigarette and have a meal, or..." He thoroughly He pointed across the road through the glass window, and said meaningfully, "Look at how your favorite car is being repaired."
Outside the city bureau gate, a brand-new shiny silver-gray G65 parked quietly on the side of the street, attracting the attention of pedestrians.
A slight smile finally appeared in Yan Yan's eyes.
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The G65 was unlocked with flashing lights, and Jiang Ting, who was leaning on the back seat wearing a mask and playing online chess while drinking tea comfortably, raised his head and saw Yan Yan, wrapped in the cold wind, got into the car and slammed the door shut.
"Yo, it's out." Jiang Ting quit the chess game: "I bought you grapefruit leaves... uh!"
Yan Yan reached out and hugged him into his arms, pulled off his mask, and lowered his head to kiss him.
Just like treating the heart that has fallen back into the chest, the treasure that has been lost and found, the shining pearl in the dim light; Yan Yan pressed Jiang Ting on the spacious and soft back seat, kissing from the lips and tongue to the tip of the nose, from the delicate and cold skin to the Especially the unhealed scars, the hot breath penetrated the blood vessels, and people shivered in the ice and snow.
"Thank you." Yan Yan buried his face in Jiang Ting's neck and murmured, "Thank you."
Jiang Ting seemed a little amused: "Thank you?"
-Thank you for being there, at least until the last day, and you standing by my side.
"It's nothing, thank you for the bowl of pork and leek dumplings that someone sent to you last night, the J-31 has become a goddamn No. 8." Yan Yan indiscriminately pressed Jiang Ting in front of the one-sided view window. Arrogant and unreasonable: "Don't move and let me top, don't move, comfort my wounded body and broken heart..."
"It was me who was physically injured, and it was boiled vegetables!"
"Where are you injured, don't you just face? It doesn't matter that I am responsible, even if you are out of shape, I will not despise you. The diamond ring wedding honeymoon team will never be short of anything. You can ask for the betrothal gift at will..."
"Deputy Yan Detachment!" Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing and crying while holding his wrists, "Wake up, this is the entrance of the Municipal Bureau!"
"It's alright, no one is looking at us. There are no cases at noon. Everyone has gone. If anyone sees you, I will say that you are a small Internet celebrity that I made." Yan Yan sighed: "Look at you, you have lost weight. I definitely didn't eat well, this waist and this thigh..."
Dangdang!
The window of the car was patted a few times, and when Yan Yan turned around, Han Xiaomei's innocent face leaned out of the car, her round and big eyes flashing.
Yan Yan: "…"
Yan Yan lowered the car window: "What are you doing?"
"Sister Meimei Meimei said that you must have eaten when you just got out of prison and asked me to send you a bento box..."
The mosaic-level picture in Han Xiaomei's brain has spun frantically and rushed out of the atmosphere, turning into fireworks to illuminate the entire galaxy, but the fact is that she was lying beside the car door and didn't even dare to look inside. Yan Yan raised her brows, took the lunch box through the car window, and opened it in the tempting aroma.
Fried diced bitter gourd, cold bitter gourd, bitter gourd egg drop soup.
"... Clearing away heat and detoxifying and reducing anger. It's good." Yan Yan patted Han Xiaomei on the shoulder and persuaded her, "I think you are a talented criminal. If you don't resign and go to Yang Mei's KTV front desk girl, forget it. What do you think?"
Han Xiaomei: "…"
Yan Yan drove Han Xiaomei back to work and sat in the car to eat a bitter gourd feast. Yang Mei didn't ask Han Xiaomei to order a particularly expensive takeout, it was ordinary home-cooked food from a roadside restaurant, but he didn't even feel bitter. In the back seat, he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's obvious that I just squatted in the city bureau for a few days, why are you so tired," Yan Yan murmured, "Is it really because of age?"
Jiang Ting sat beside him, playing the chess that he had just interrupted, and said casually: "So men have to serve old men after 30, don't think that you are a young man who does not sleep for days and nights in ambush operations. Shenzhou No. 8, I think you are similar to Tiangong No. 1."
"..." Yan Yan immediately clicked his tongue: "Tiangong-1 can also make you die or live, don't believe me, try it tonight?"
Jiang Ting raised his hand to beg for mercy: "It's alright, alright, alright..."
Yan Xun just gave up, leaning on the back of the back and smoking a cigarette, his eyes were blurred and out of focus, and after a while, a sentence came out softly: "Why is it him?"
"It's better than Bureau Lu."
Jiang Ting was so sensible that he almost abandoned his feelings in this regard, Yan Yan took a breath and tried to express his emotions: "No, no matter who I find out, I won't feel good, even if I find out it's Fang Zhenghong in the end, I... Do you understand that feeling? It has nothing to do with personal grudges or collective honor, just really more than ten years... "
He shook his head, thinking of the situation of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau back then and the relationship between Jiang Ting's colleagues in ambush, and felt that he had said too much.
"It's normal," he suddenly heard Jiang Ting say after a while.
Yan Yan held a cigarette and turned his head.
"Criminal investigation, anti-drug, anti-smuggling, anti-terrorism, and even the entire public safety gate, this journey is long, difficult and endless. Once you start it, it is difficult to turn back, and sometimes even resignation or retirement cannot take this road out of your life. After all, there are only a few people who wear the national flag to the end of their lives. More people leave in the middle, get lost, or get lost and step into a fork in the road, and can no longer fight side by side. Yan Yan, we must all learn to accept it.”
Jiang Ting's face could not be seen clearly in the white fog. He seemed to smile in the haze, and said in a low voice, "In the end of all battles, it is a contest between belief and self. Those who accept this will be better off."
The light of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, reflected in Yan Xun's dark eyes. After a while, he sighed almost silently and opened his hand.
Jiang Ting gave him a strong hug.
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The door of the interrogation room opened, and a band of light extended into the dark. Qin Chuan raised his head.
Yan Yan walked into the room with the smell of cigarette smoke, and sat at the interrogation table, the police closed the door behind him.
Neither of them spoke first, they just looked at each other face to face. The cold air floated slowly like a semi-fluid, covering the walls, tables and chairs, and even the handcuffs with a layer of gray, as if paper soaked in cold water was covering people's mouths and noses layer by layer from the void.
"Is there a cigarette?" Qin Chuan finally asked hoarsely.
The police outside the door moved and seemed to want to stop him, but Yan Yan had already thrown out a whole pack of cigarettes on the table and lit one and handed it over.
Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Thank you."
That spark of fire finally brought an ethereal temperature, Yan Yan stared at Qin Chuan's face, and slowly asked, "Should I still thank you, I never seriously thought about killing me, but in the end, it was still given to me. Leave a one percent chance of survival?"
"It depends on what you think." Qin Chuan laughed, and then asked, "What do you think?"
"..." Yan Yan said, "I don't know. I am more shocked that Yue Guangping is your father."
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows.
"We have known each other for more than ten years, and it is only today that I know who your father is, how your mother went, and the fact that you knew the king of spades when you were in school. Now that I think about it, there should be many secrets that I don't know, but I don't know who you are. It's very important to you, but it's too late, either for you or for me."
Yan Yan also took out a cigarette and lit it, and the light blue nicotine scent slowly spiraled upwards.
"How do I say it," he said, "probably the three most helpless words in life are 'too late'. Unfortunately, I know it's too late."
Qin Chuan seemed to want to say something, but he closed his mouth again and asked with a smile, "Do you remember the first time we participated in a live action?"
"The first few police cars went to surround the casino, and our two trainee policemen were ambushed at the back door. We thought it was all right, but suddenly a few thugs came out, and the time when they all fucking copied the guy?"
"Yes, at that time I thought it was definitely going to get cold, but I didn't expect your first reaction was to kick me out and yell: 'I'll block it, go and call for reinforcements!'... "
Yan Yan laughed: "But you didn't run away, we still made a contribution together."
"Fuck off, that kick of yours almost kicked me out of the waist disc. Later, I said, I almost lost myself under the iron hoof before the battle started. If you want to be honored, who will pay for my medical expenses? "Qin Chuan shook his head and sighed: "And the first time I went to sweep the undercover, your kid went the wrong way, so we both went around for 20 minutes before coming back. In the end, Deputy Bureau Wei didn't believe we didn't. Going to prostitute together…”
"It was the team Yu who was the solution, saying 'I believe that the boys in our bureau shouldn't have only 20 minutes'. In the end, they had to pay a fine. Damn," Yan Yan sighed with emotion on his forehead: "That time, it was okay. It's a shame, why Deputy Bureau Wei doesn't believe us, it's a double insult to both aesthetic taste and personal ability."
Qin Chuan fluttered, and Yan Xun also laughed.
The guard outside the door couldn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but probe his head, probably surprised that they didn't fight inside.
"Yan Yun," Qin Chuan finally stopped his laughter and looked at him deeply: "The years I have known you and my work in the Municipal Bureau are the most memorable times in my life. It's too late to understand the regret, the regret should be mine, and it has nothing to do with you."
"I used to really think of you as a brother."
The two of them have met in the interrogation room many times, but they have sat side by side from beginning to end. Never before have they been at opposite ends of each other as they are now. They are so close to each other that they are separated for decades, and it may even be the distance between life and death.
Yan Yan's Adam's apple slid up and down and said, "...I used to be too."
The iron door slammed open, and two policemen on duty walked in and politely nodded to Yan Yan: "I'm sorry Yan Fu, it's time."
Qin Chuan stood up, and Yan Yan also got up, suddenly couldn't help: "Wait!"
The action of the police squatted for a while.
Yan Yan took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, and called up the picture of the formal trench coat that she took at Yue Guangping's house: "This is what we found in your father's wardrobe. According to the time, it is the end of the new year, it should be ready to send. A present for your 30th birthday."
Qin Chuan stared at the screen of the mobile phone without moving, and said nothing.
"Do you know why he threw out all the boxes and hung them in sets?"
"… "
"Because of this," Yan Yan's voice was a little astringent: "He can imagine what you look like when you look at the hanger."
Qin Chuan raised his head vigorously, closed his eyes and took a breath. The surroundings were very quiet. The bleak light and shadow showed through the bars, reflecting on his shining lenses. He couldn't see what his expression was at the moment. After a while, he looked at Yan Yan again and said, "Thank you for telling me this."
The policeman looked at his watch: "It's time to go..."
Qin Chuan staggered half a step, walked around the iron table, and suddenly paused again when he passed by Yan Yan. The police didn't have time to stop him, he put a slight touch to Yan Yan's ear and said softly: "When we read suspense novels, we follow the protagonist to suspect all possible criminals, and after layer by layer, the bad guys are brought to justice. But why did we never suspect the protagonist?"
Yan Yan was stunned.
"If the 'bad guy' is the protagonist, how will the story end?"
Yan Yan's pupils dilated sharply, and he looked up suddenly, only to see Qin Chuan smiling at him, and then walked out of the interrogation room step by step under the escort of two policemen.
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Walking out of the city bureau building, the smell of haze was blown away by the wind, traffic lights on the street flashed and changed, cars whistled and shuttled, and countless small restaurants gave off the hot aroma of cooking in the stream of people returning home from get off work. It was already cold, Yan Yan stood on the steps and let out a breath of white air, and the faint heat instantly dissipated in the air.
Qin Chuan's last words were still lingering in his head. Yan Yan used his thumb knuckles to press his eyebrows, and suddenly he heard a short beep!
Across the street in the distance, G65 honked his horn, and then Jiang Ting reached out of the car window and waved to him.
Time to go home.
Yan Yan suddenly felt infinite warmth in his heart, and a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and a new text message was heard from the ringtone. Yan Yan took a look and found out that he was released from various greetings. The sender of the latest unread text message was Director Lu, with only a few words:
[Lao Fang is out of danger. 】
At that moment, Yan Yan's internal organs were all loose, and he couldn't help but stand still, and was ready to reply to Bureau Lu with the words "Great". Who knew that he had just clicked the reply box and hadn't started typing, when suddenly the phone displayed another WeChat message.
"?"
Yan Xun swiped and swiped, but at first he didn't understand, and then he suddenly realized something, and his casual expression froze—
The traffic lights changed again, the crowd of cars, horses and people began to move, and the noise filled the neon lights one after another. The G65 not far away was still parked in the shade of a tree, making a dull start-up roar.
The sky was full of gray clouds, and dampness rose from the nooks and crannies of the huge city.
The cold wind of early winter swept the dust and dead leaves, making a sharp whimper and whirling straight up to the sky.
Volume 4, 1009, Anti-drug Bombing