Myanmar, Xiao Mengla.
The temple is surrounded by jungles, and the thick green like splashes of ink in the daytime has turned into heavy ghosts crawling out of hell. The flaming torches lit up the sky above the village, and the loud crackling sound accompanies the pine waves in the dark night.
Five Humvees with headlights turned on in a circle, and several Burmese men with submachine guns stood outside the cars, and the firelight reflected the gloomy bandit on their faces. In the open space in front of the temple, K of Spades bent down and faced the abbot with a pale face, clicked the photo in his hand, and asked in Chinese, "Where is he?"
The abbot burst into tears, shook his head, twitched and muttered, and tried to break free and kowtow to beg for mercy.
The black eyes behind the K of spades sunglasses are very calm, and I can't see the slightest impatience. I asked again in Burmese:
"where is he?"
"@#￥*Y*&..." The abbot shook his head violently and cried, and the monks behind him whimpered in unison.
The King of Spades stood up helplessly, took a breath, and paused for a few seconds.
Then he suddenly drew his gun and aimed it between the abbot's forehead, and shot it neatly!
boom!
There was a blood hole in the head of the old abbot, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground.
The surroundings were quiet, and then someone screamed, someone fainted, and someone struggled to climb forward, and was grabbed by the drug dealer. The King of Spades seemed to have heard nothing, walked to the next monk calmly, and asked the same question: "Where is he?"
The monk was so young that he had already wet his pants with fright. He stared at the old man wearing a cassock in the photo, and it took a long time to hear what he said: "Really, really don't know, really don't know, please Please, forgive me, forgive me—"
The king of spades asked: "Really don't know?"
"I really haven't seen it, I don't know, please, please—"
boom!
The gunshots echoed for a long time, and the monk's body was splashed with dust, and he was dead.
There was a loud mournful sound in the open space, like a living blood sea Asura field. The king of spades seemed a little tired, he closed his eyes, put away the gun, casually shoved the photo to Applejack behind him, and made a nonchalant gesture.
Ajie raised the photo in the first half of the ground knowingly, showed it around the open space, and asked sharply in Burmese: "Who knows the whereabouts of this person? If you say it, you can live! Otherwise, you will all die here today!"
His voice was extremely penetrating, and instantly suppressed all the screams alive. But then, a sharper cry of despair sounded from all sides of the clearing, even causing the wild beasts in the mountains and forests to howl in bursts, rushing into the distance with the wave-like wind.
Spade K rubbed his forehead, stepped over the old abbot's body, and walked towards the off-road vehicle outside the clearing.
Burmese men hurried to meet them: "Boss."
"It doesn't seem to be lying." Spade K said lazily, then paused and ordered, "Clean up."
The subordinates responded immediately, and looked at Ajie, and several bodyguards with submachine guns stepped forward.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-
The sound of submachine guns resounding like a barrage of cannons resounded through the open space, and the shrill cry exploded in an instant and quickly disappeared. Eight or nine torches flew into the temple with their tail flames. After a while, the whole building turned into a burning fire, and billowing black smoke flew into the thick ink-like night sky.
"Big brother." Ajie got into the Humvee with a little unease in his eyes: "It's already the third temple, what should I do now?"
Spade K was leaning on the back seat, his side face reflected the ferocious firelight outside the car window, as if closing his eyes and resting. His calm appearance made everyone very uneasy. After a while, he suddenly heard him speak: "There should be someone else who knows where he is."
Ajie was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You mean—"
The king of spades did not answer directly, but waved his hand: "Go play Luo."
Applejack hurriedly went to instruct the driver, the Hummer started with a roar, the lights were connected in a line, and one after another drove to the jungle where the fingers could not be seen in the distance.
·
Jianning.
The lights were turned off in the bedroom, and the thick curtains blocked the outside world, leaving only the scorching hot and dizzying world on the bed.
Most of the quilt had already fallen on the carpet, and the other half swayed up and down in the darkness. Every time it sank to the bottom, there would be a rapid gasp from the blanket, which seemed to be very painful. There are other meanings that can't be said.
The voice was extremely subtle because of its excessive hoarseness, and it was always inaudible; as if it was dissatisfied with it, the frequency of the swaying became more swift and fierce, and it almost crushed the moan into pieces and turned it into a flow. liquid seeps into the air.
"... Yan... Yan Yan...!"
The tail sound was finally squeezed out by the continuous high-frequency impact, and was immediately knocked off the sound by the last few bursts. Yan Xun finally completed the siege with a victorious attitude. While shooting at the deepest part of Jiang Ting's body, he repeatedly pushed Jiang Ting's hand out, pulling Jiang Ting's hand out of the bed sheet with all his might, grabbed it in his palm, and moved close to it. Kiss on the mouth.
Jiang Ting couldn't breathe, his chest tightened, until the end of the long ejaculation process, he was exhausted. His whole body was in a mess, and the muscles on the inner thighs were spasming. Yan Yan turned on the bedside lamp, only to see that his black eyelashes were wet, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he seemed uncomfortable.
Yan Yan leaned over and licked his brow with the tip of his tongue, gentle and patient, until he licked the wrinkle flat, then got up to warm up a cup of sweet milk, and came back to hug Jiang Ting, who was half asleep, and slowly feed it to him.
"Take a shower..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.
Yan Yan said, "Wait."
He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart - Jiang Ting would forget it later, but he did not expect that after drinking half a cup of warm milk intermittently, Jiang Ting's brows wrinkled again and whispered: "Go take a shower... "
Yan Xun had to carry him to the bathroom on his shoulders. Under the shower full of steam, he pressed him against the wall and kissed and penetrated intermittently. It took him half an hour to come out.
Jiang Ting was already very tired. When he came out of the bathroom, he almost fell asleep. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed to be a little awake, and frowned hoarsely: "...Are you taking medicine?"
Yan Yan smiled lowly and didn't answer. Sure enough, Jiang Ting fell asleep a few seconds later, and his black hair that had just been dried fell on the snow-white pillow.
Yan Yan leaned over and licked his brow with the tip of his tongue, gentle and patient, until he licked the wrinkle flat, then got up to warm up a cup of sweet milk, and came back to hug Jiang Ting, who was half asleep, and slowly feed it to him.
"Take a shower..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.
Yan Yan said, "Wait."
He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart - Jiang Ting would forget it later, but he did not expect that after drinking half a cup of warm milk intermittently, Jiang Ting's brows wrinkled again and whispered: "Go take a shower... "
Yan Yan had to carry him to the bathroom on his shoulders. Under the hot shower, he pressed him against the wall and kissed him off and on. It took him half an hour to come out.
Jiang Ting was already very tired. When he came out of the bathroom, he almost fell asleep. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed to be a little awake, and frowned hoarsely: "...Are you taking medicine?"
Yan Yan smiled lowly, but didn't answer. A few seconds later, Jiang Ting fell asleep, and his freshly dried black hair fell on the snow-white pillow.
Yan Yan took off the bath towel wrapped around him, put on clean and soft pajamas, leaned over the pillow with one hand on his forehead, and carefully observed his quiet breathing in his sleep. The halo-yellow lamp shadow is rendered on his fair side cheeks, the eyebrows are neat and clean, and the eyes are very long; this kind of appearance is a bit too beautiful for a man, but the bridge of his nose is unexpectedly straight, so it neutralizes the too soft. Look and feel, the nose casts a right-angled shadow, showing a slightly cold temperament.
Yan Yan picked up the hair on his forehead. Although the wound cut by broken glass on the winding mountain road had healed, it was still clearly visible.
"..." Yan Yan's eyes flickered, and he kept rubbing the scar with his thumb, and a trace of complicated emotions gradually filled his eyes. After a while, he turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. For the first time in the past two days, he opened WeChat and opened the chat window—
On the street that evening, every word of the message from Qi Sihao was like a knife, deeply embedded in Yan Yan's heart by his pupils:
【Yazhi Garden, Room 905, Building A, District 6】
[This is what is written on the intranet]
- This is Jiang Zing's address in Gongzhou before the accident.
In Gongzhou, Yan Yan suddenly became curious about Jiang Ting's life, so he asked Qi Sihao to use the police to investigate and tell himself. At that time, Qi Sihao was still wondering why he didn't ask Jiang Ting directly, but he passed by with a haha.
In fact, Yan Xun didn't have any intention of inquiring. The main reason was that even if there was anything suspicious about Jiang Ting, his house had already been searched by the 1009 task force many times. The reason why he didn't ask directly was simply because he wanted to take the time to sneak over after inquiring, and secretly observe the various small habits of Jiang Ting before.
He once guessed that the community where Jiang Ting lives is not too far from the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, but the area is not very good. After all, Jiang Ting's income level is here, and he is not like the kind of person who pays attention to the quality of life; I wondered if Guo Jiangting would set up his home like a police academy dormitory, with a strict, careful, and abstinence-filled sense of tidy, and like himself, he lacked the smell of fireworks.
But what he never expected was that Jiang Ting would live there, Yazhi Garden.
He had been to this place on the second day of Wang Xingye's fall.
Before the explosion of the 1009 plastic factory, Red Heart Q's confirmation order for the transaction location was sent from Room 701 of a certain building in this community.
- It is no coincidence that there is always one of the traces left by Red Heart Q and Jiang Ting's undisclosed address.
·
Monday, early morning.
Yan Yan hurriedly tugged up the cuffs of his shirt, grabbed the windbreaker hanging at the entrance, and put it on. While putting on his shoes, he scratched his hairstyle against the glass: "Let's go!"
At the dining table behind him, Jiang Ting didn't lift his head: "Come back."
"It's already 9:20. At 10:00 in the morning, Bureau Lu personally presides over the weekly meeting. Later, when I'm late, I have to check in front of the overall situation. I said what are you doing." Yan Yan turned around and walked over quickly, before he finished speaking. He was stuffed with an egg toast sandwich in front of him, and he couldn't help but squeak. Then he saw Jiang Ting put his hand into his windbreaker and unbuttoned the shirt on his abdomen.
"..." Yan Yan was quite surprised, stunned for two seconds, and then the conditioned reflex held his breath and stretched his abdominal muscles: "I said your body can handle it, don't make trouble, come and kiss one..."
Jiang Ting said, "Kiss yourself in front of the mirror." Then he rearranged the last two buttons that he had buttoned wrongly, and tucked the hem of his clothes back into the waistband of his trousers.
Not without regret, Yan Yan grabbed Jiang Ting and kissed him on the forehead, and hurried out to work. The clanging sound of the door closing reverberated in the empty living room for a long time.
A few minutes later, the Phaeton that he drives most often dumped out of the garage, turned around in a neat triangle, and sped away toward the gate of the community.
Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded, his eyelashes lowered, and his dark pupils were reflected in the glass. It wasn't until Phaeton completely disappeared at the end of the straight lane of the community that he retracted his gaze and sighed softly.
A barely visible white mist drifted across the glass.
He picked up the mobile phone beside him, changed a sim card, hesitated for a moment after restarting, and finally dialed an international number.
beep - beep -
"Hey?"
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Jiang Ting's clear, emotionless face, and his voice was completely inaudible. He said: "Hello, I want to donate an incense to a local temple through your office. How can I do it?"
·
Fifty minutes later, Yan Yan rushed into the conference room wrapped in the wind, bowed his head and bent over and quickly walked through the crowd, pulled out his chair as much as possible without attracting attention, sat down, and looked around vigilantly - fortunately, except for Wei in the front row. The Deputy Bureau glared at him, but no one noticed that Deputy Yan was late for the eighth or ninth meeting in the past six months.
Yan Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that something was wrong: What about Bureau Lu
The minute hand pointed to a quarter past ten, and there was a constant buzzing sound in the large conference room, but the seat at the top of Bureau Lu was empty, not even the big tea jar.
"Don't look for Brother Yan," Ma Xiang, who was sitting behind him, sidled closer and whispered, "You are lucky today, and Bureau Lu hasn't come yet."
"What happened?"
Ma Xiang covered his face with his notebook: "I don't know, the first round summary just now was made by Old Wei on behalf of Bureau Lu... Brother Yan, did you fight with Consultant Lu this weekend? You scratched the back of your neck three times. Come?"
Yan Yan reached out and touched it, and hurriedly pulled up the back collar of his shirt: "Go, go! Children's house, watch your harem go away!"
Ma Xiang pouted and wanted to sneer at him, but suddenly the door of the conference room opened, and everyone sat upright in an instant, only to see Secretary Zhang from the director's office walking in quickly, leaning into Deputy Bureau Wei's ear and whispering something, After a while, Wei nodded.
"This," Deputy Director Wei cleared his throat and said loudly, "Officer Lu won't be here today. When I just went downstairs, I sprained my foot and broke the tea jar."
Everyone around was surprised, and then let out a low voice of laughter.
"I will preside over our weekly meeting today. It is customary for each business department to report the key work and projects of the last week - Director Xiao Gou... Then what, Director Gou Li, come first."
Gou Li stood up with a stern face, Yan Yan was looking at it funny, suddenly he saw Secretary Zhang bent down through the crowd, and came straight to him: "Secretary Yan..."
"Ok?"
Yan Yan raised his head and saw Secretary Zhang gently pressing his ear, saying, "Officer Lu has an urgent matter to see you."
·
Lu Ju's large tea jar was well placed on the table, brewing his usual health tea with chrysanthemum, wolfberry, red dates, rock sugar, and the heat spiraled up in the air.
"What?" Yan Yan was extremely surprised: "Ministry of Public Security?"
There were only the two of them in the well-insulated office, and Juju Lu's body squeezed the leather swivel chair to the brim - after all, she had to add rock sugar to drink tea - was taking off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly, and nodded "uh" when he heard the words , turn the computer screen toward him:
"After the new fentanyl compound 'Blue Gold' was notified by us, the Ministry of Public Security attached great importance to it and carried out a large-scale investigation in the southwest region. For this purpose, it also made several notes with the Myanmar side. Last Friday, the Myanmar military notified my country. According to the latest situation, three temples in remote areas around Xiaomengla were massacred and burned, and a group of captured drug dealers identified the K of spades.”
The picture on the screen was reflected in the depths of Yan Yan's pupils - it was obviously a candid shot.
The background of the camera is quite dilapidated. It should be in front of a temple enshrined in a village on the border of Myanmar. The poisonous sun scorches the jungle, making the picture quality very unclear. Several men with very obvious Burmese ancestry stood beside the off-road vehicle, each with bulging arms in their arms, not knowing what weapons were stuffed; a young man in a black vest and overalls trousers was getting out of the car, with a very agile figure and his thighs. With a gun inserted in his armed belt, he poured half a bottle of mineral water over his head in his hand.
Even though he was only looking sideways, Yan Yan recognized his old acquaintance, Ajie, at a glance.
At the same time, not far from the front of the car, a figure walked towards the gate of the temple with his back to the camera. In such a hot situation, he even wore shirts and trousers from head to toe. The overexposed white borders on the edge of the picture engulfed half of his figure, but it can still be seen that he is walking up the stairs slowly, from the subtle movements of his limbs to the range of his steps, there is a sense of calmness.
Yan Yan's eyes darkened slightly: "K of spades?"
Bureau Lu nodded and tapped the screen: "This is the image material from half a month ago. Just half a day later, the only two monks in this village temple were killed, and the building was burnt down."
The office was silent, only Yan Yan's breathing and Lu Ju's sipping tea.
"...How did this photo come from?" Yan Yan finally asked after a long while.
"Automatic camera." Lu Ju shook his head and put the big tea jar back on the table with a thud: "Xiao Mengla, Myanmar borders our country, it is an extra-legal place where drug trafficking, smuggling, and gambling are common. The caravan' was caught by our country's frontier armed police when trying to smuggle in. Because we had a cooperation agreement with Myanmar, we temporarily handed it back to the Myanmar military for interrogation. It turned out that the drug trafficking organization to which the caravan was affiliated could almost be regarded as the king of spades. Opponent. After the Myanmar side expedited the interrogation, the drug trafficker gave a very important message, saying that Spade K recently took a few photos and interrogated the people in the photos at the temple near Mengla.”
Yan Yan's forehead jumped: "Looking for someone?"
Bureau Lu pressed the "next page" forcefully with the usual seriousness of an elderly person using a mouse.
brush pull —
An unknown photo appeared on the screen that had been faxed, scanned, and re-photographed several times. An elderly monk in his sixties or seventies was wearing a red-yellow cassock, with wrinkles on his eyelids. Sitting in the temple.
I don't know if it's because the quality of the remake is really poor, or it's the psychological effect of the criminal investigators' paranoia; the monk's face is not at all stable or peaceful. On the contrary, when Yan Yan stared at it, he even vaguely felt a kind of inexplicable viciousness.
"I'm just suspicious." Lu Ju held the big tea jar with one hand and pointed at the screen with the other, and said solemnly, "This person may be the father of the King of Spades."