Yan Yan said that this house was renovated a few times, but in fact, if all this counts, the Municipal Public Security Bureau is probably a large grass hut rising from the ground.
The huge living room opens up two walls, and the floor-to-ceiling glass door connects to the wide gardening balcony. The interior decoration is modern and simple in black, white and gray, with a strong sense of men's design, natural marble floors, and brand-new luxury brand furniture. Not half popular.
The silent confrontation in the living room now condenses the last bit of air into stinging ice.
"What do you want to hear from 'Team Jiang'?" Jiang Ting said slowly, "Tell me, I'll tell you."
Yan Yan sneered, sat back, and looked at him unscrupulously: "Don't get me wrong, I have long since lost my mind about the quarrel back then. Whether you are the high-ranking Captain Jiang, or the incognito Lu Chengjiang, for me It doesn't cause too much stimulation, and it won't go down the drain to satisfy any perverted psychological desire."
"However, you have been lying in the hospital for three years, and you have been safe for three years; as soon as this side was discharged from the hospital, the new type of drug over there was circulated on the market in Jianning. The method of seducing rich children into drugs by pretending to be smart drugs. It has appeared in Gongzhou for many years, but you covered up Hu Weisheng that time, what is the truth?"
Jiang Ting said lightly: "He gave me money and bought me through. So are you satisfied?"
"—Don't bullshit me." Yan Yan waved his hand: "Hu Weisheng's grandson can go to 'retail' if he has money? Let Team Jiang sign the case file of attempted rape, there must be another person behind the surname Hu. A bigger network of interests!"
Jiang Ting said leisurely, "Then, do you think the spider that made that web is me?"
Yan Yan didn't answer for a while.
Jiang Ting said: "Look, you don't believe me when I say I was bribed, and you don't believe me when I say I'm the mastermind behind the scenes. In fact, what you think in your heart, the truth is what's going on, you have to believe in yourself."
Jiang Ting seemed to be too lazy to control his facial muscles by nature. In any case, he was completely relaxed and refusing to be a thousand miles away. He quickly retreated all Yan Yan's tit-for-tat.
Yan Yan stared at him and found that the other party was really impeccable. He suddenly remembered the day when he went to KTV to re-investigate the scene, met Jiang Ting and witnessed a car accident on the way, and was stunned in the middle of the intersection. Now he remembered that only at that moment Jiang Ting had flaws and could take advantage of it.
"..." Yan Yan lightly tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking about, and suddenly said: "Gongzhou's anti-drug operation failed, the official said that it was caused by your command error, and it was confirmed on the intranet that you were dead. Now that you are still alive, if it sounds ugly, you are a ready fugitive. It is up to me whether I should report you or not. Now that you are so uncooperative with me, I am not afraid of my anger, so I will simply notify Gongzhou to arrest you. stand up?"
His condescending tone seemed to be joking, and he listened to the last few words with a cold ferocity. But Jiang Ting didn't seem to hear it, and replied calmly: "If I get caught, I will die soon."
"Oh?"
"If I die, the 502 case will soon turn into theft and extortion or the sale of counterfeit medicines. And you will never have a chance to reverse the case, because Hu Weisheng won't have three years of peace this time. Good luck in prison, he will die in the detention center before he goes to court."
Yan Yan asked, "Are you threatening me?"
Jiang Ting replied, "Have you ever peeled an onion?"
The two looked at each other for a moment, Yan Yan crossed his arms, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said arrogantly, "No, I'm a man, and I won't go into the kitchen."
Jiang Ting groaned: "Onions are painful and tearful, but you can only get to the core by peeling them off layer by layer. Instead of pressing me about the so-called truth, it's better to solve the current case first."
Yan Yan's face was sinking like water, and his eyes flickered slightly.
It was getting late outside the window, and the lights were beginning to come on. Looking down from the balcony on the eighteenth floor, the long line of car lights on the viaduct in the distance converged into a torrent, rushing towards all directions of this huge city.
And above the heads of all living beings, the neon light in the night sky of the city is reflected on the glass of thousands of households, and then passes through the dim living room, outlining Yan Yan's handsome and rigid profile.
In the quiet space, only the ups and downs of breathing could be heard, and Yan Yan finally said slowly, "Do you know who is chasing you today?"
Jiang Ting said: "There are a lot of people who want to kill me, but I can't think of who would send out this kind of unprofessional killer."
"What about the guy who killed the killer halfway through the SUV?"
Jiang Ting was silent for a long time before he said, "It's hard to say."
Yan Yan turned on the light with a click, and the warm yellow soft light evenly filled the huge space. Jiang Ting folded his arms and leaned against the large black leather sofa, which made him look unusually slender and thin. His face, neck, and exposed hands were all cold.
"Then as you said, before the case was solved, you were wronged by Team Jiang, who was so delicate and expensive to accompany you three shifts every day." Yan Yan pointed to the direction of the guest bedroom and smiled: "Yang Mei has a lot of people in KTV. The eyes are mixed, the environment is not good, and it is not suitable for recuperation. We may have to go back to the bureau to work overtime in the second half of the night, so we will not bother, just sleep with me for the night. "
The guest bedroom of Yan Yan's house has its own bathroom. The air is filled with the smell of a new house that no one has ever lived in. Pillows, bedding and toiletries are readily available. There was also a whole TV wall hanging opposite the head of the bed, but Jiang Ting was not in the mood to watch TV. He followed Yan Yan to and fro all day, and then he just lay down after washing hastily.
Yan Yan sat next to the bed in the master bedroom next door, with the floor-to-ceiling windows open, and lit a cigarette.
Jiang Ting's words, excluding the evasive part, still revealed a lot of information - at least the interest network behind Hu Weisheng is related to drug production, and his own thrilling degree in this whirlpool should not be a lie.
But what about the other hints that the words of desire are still closed, how true and how false
His suspicion of Jiang Ting was undisguised, but Jiang Ting's defense against him was deeper and more covert, rather like someone who was once in prison, even if he escaped, he was still like a soldier.
There was a sound of running water coming from the next door, followed by a click, and the bathroom door of the guest bedroom opened. In the extremely quiet night, any movement was particularly obvious. Yan Yan could even imagine the scene where Jiang Ting stepped on the carpet, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
Yan Yan put out the cigarette butt, brushed his teeth, wanted to sleep for a while but couldn't sleep, all kinds of thoughts were running around in his mind. After turning around a few times, he simply got up and went to the living room to get the "Red Book" that Jiang stopped on the coffee table, and turned on the bedside lamp, thinking that after reading it, he might as well go to Jiang Zing and put it on himself. force.
Three minutes later, the book was turned upside down on his side, and the vice-captain of the city bureau's criminal investigation had fallen asleep.
The phone rang suddenly, as if a high-voltage wire with 20,000 volts of white light fell from the sky, making Yan Yan jump up with a whip, and hurriedly answered the phone: "Hello, hello, hello?"
"What are you doing, Lao Yan?" Qinchuan's teasing voice came from the other end: "The sun is drying up your buttocks, which beautiful woman are you still in bed?"
Yan Yan rubbed her eyes and looked at the alarm clock. At 5:50 in the morning, she suddenly rushed out angrily: "As you all know, Maria Ozawa and Yui Hatano just banged on my door."
"Yo, the two teachers have worked hard for the exchange of East Asian traditional culture, did you not entertain them well?"
Yan Yan lowered her head and glanced, "If you don't make this unfortunate phone call, you will be entertained now!"
Qin Chuan laughed and said, "Okay! After the case is closed, my brother will pay you a living Hatano Yui, and I will do what I say. Now hurry up and send it to the team. Last night, the forensic doctor and trace examination worked overtime all night, and finally found it. Breakthrough clue, Gou Li is tired and humming in the conference room."
Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "...what clue?"
With a bang, the guest bedroom door was pushed open, Yan Xun strode in, and turned on the light with a snap: "Wake up, the city bureau just called—"
At this moment, Jiang Zing, who was still asleep, was suddenly startled and met Yan Yun, who broke into the door.
"...What's wrong with you?" Yan Yan was stunned. "Sick? Your face is so ugly?"
Under the light, Jiang Ting was wrapped in a blanket, his face was whiter than a pillow, cold sweat was oozing from his jet-black temples, his eyes glittered as if they were soaked in water, and his lips were slightly open as he panted.
"… "
The two looked at each other for a while, and Jiang Ting finally let out a hoarse sigh, trying to relax: "… Team Yan, are you not afraid that this house will become a haunted house if you frighten my patient?"
There was something wrong with him, like he was covering up some kind of nightmare or reflex. But Yan Yan didn't see through this kind of intentionality. For some reason, the scene in front of him made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he quickly turned his eyes away and coughed: "Don't talk nonsense, are you a little girl? You are still wearing clothes at night, afraid that I will break in. What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Ting's eyes slowly moved down from Yan Yan's face, stopped at a certain part, and said coldly, "You are almost there."
Yan Yan lowered his head and covered his hands and feet in a hurry: "Where do you think you are looking all day?"
Jiang Ting ignored him.
"Get up quickly, don't linger, the city bureau just called, the DNA of the dead man on the highway was matched with a former criminal who nicknamed Fan Si, and he was basically a professional killer who paid for his life. At the same time, we discovered from him. A major clue."
Jiang Ting didn't even lift his eyelids: "Oh?"
"Medicine, material, remnant, stay." Yan Yan said in a single word, "There is half a crushed tablet in his trousers pocket. The chemical composition is exactly the same as that in the victim Feng Yuguang's body. A new drug never seen before."
Half an hour later, Jiang Ting from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau, wearing an anti-smog mask, followed Yan Yan into the empty elevator.
The elevator door slowly moved up with a ding, Jiang Ting lowered his head to avoid the surveillance camera, and said in a low voice, "Why do you have to follow me all day?"
Yan Yan turned his head and smiled at him, his eyes full of artificial tenderness: "Protect you."
"… "
Between 5:00 and 7:00 in the morning is probably the least crowded time in the entire office building. Colleagues who are struggling to stay up all night have all gone to breakfast, but those who work in the morning shift haven't come yet. I didn't meet anyone on the way out of the elevator. Yan Xun went to the conference room to find him. He was already prepared for Jiang Ting's safety - let him wait in the suite in the deputy detachment captain's office.
"I'll close the door first. You can go out to use the toilet or something. People outside can't come in. Remember not to run around. I'll come to you with the latest case situation later."
Jiang Ting leaned lazily on the sofa, lacking energy and looking tired.
Just as Yan Yan was about to close the door, he suddenly stuck his head in again: "In case you are bumped into and recognized, say you are an eyewitness I asked for questions, and ask them to come to me, understand?"
Jiang Ting raised his hand and waved it in a posture with the palm inward and the back of the hand outward.
Yan Yan suddenly remembered that at the celebration banquet five years ago, he had been dismissed by him with the same gesture. However, now that the world has changed, and the situation has changed, revisiting this detail can not help but give people a subtle psychological stimulation, and the corners of Yan Yan's mouth curl up uncontrollably.
But he didn't say anything, with this weird smile, bowed politely, and closed the door.
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"Fan Si, formerly known as Fan Zhengyuan, a native of Chengjianxin Village, Nanning, Jianning, was once imprisoned for extortion. After his release, he was unemployed and made a living by helping people watch underground casinos. This person has been in drug rehabilitation centers several times, and when he was in prison, he was probably forced to I got rid of drug addiction, but judging from the blood test, I definitely relapsed after I was released from prison."
Qin Chuan flipped the picture frame by frame on the big screen, and then motioned everyone to look at the case materials in front of them: "During the autopsy, the forensic doctor found that the deceased had red capsules that had been crushed into powder in the pocket of the deceased's pants. The drug that the victim Feng Yuguang swallowed was the same."
The meeting room was filled with smoke early in the morning. Deputy Director Wei rubbed his old eyes, which were red from lack of sleep, and said tiredly, "So what are the inferences now?"
Qin Chuan looked at Yan Yan, who was holding a Chinese cigarette in his mouth, focused on the autopsy report, and had no intention of speaking at all.
"Our main inference at the moment is," Qin Chuan pushed on his gold-rimmed glasses and said slowly: "Fan Si is a drug addict himself, and he is likely to use it as a drug, and he has mastered some key sources of new drugs. The murderer is in the 502 case. After the release, I knew that this new type of drug had entered the police's sight, so I used Fan Si's trust to kill him in the name of cooperating with him to escape."
Qin Chuan paused and said: "According to this inference, our current investigation focus should be on the online and offline of Fan Sigou's drug, and the in-depth exploration of the relationship between him and Hu Weisheng."
Deputy Bureau Wei thought for a while, but did not answer immediately, but changed the topic:
"Yan Yan, what do you think?"
Yan Xun pinched his chin for a while under the gazes of everyone, and suddenly said, "...Fan Si is smoking hard poison, 'No. 3' and 'No. 4', right?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the corner, and Gou Li, who was snoring with his head on his head, woke up: "Hey, hey, what? Yes, yes, the records of the drug rehab center and the autopsy results basically match, diacetylmorphine, nasal inhalation plus intravenous injection , all right."
Yan Yan said, "That's not right."
Deputy Director Wei frowned, "What's wrong?"
Yan Yan closed the autopsy report and leaned back on the back of the chair: "A severe addict who injects heroin intravenously is unlikely to go back to smoke amphetamines, just like people who are used to the full-fledged Manchurian banquet will not go back to eat bran again. Like swallowing vegetables, it goes against the normal behavior and habits of people.”
He raised his black and straight eyebrows and looked around at the colleagues in the conference room: "Then the drug residues in the deceased's trousers pocket are neither packaged nor sealed. Is such a small piece of medicine really put in by the deceased?"
·
In the empty deputy detachment commander's office, time passed unknowingly, and the clock on the wall had turned nearly three times.
On the sofa, the faint throbbing pain from his stomach made Jiang Ting open his eyes.
From the faint sound from outside the door, the city police officers have come to work one after another, but Yan Xun has not shown any sign of coming back, and I don't know why a case briefing meeting has been held for so long - in Jiang Ting's view, this kind of Simple and clear cases do not even need a meeting.
Jiang Ting held down his stomach uncomfortably, and stood up while rubbing it hard. Unexpectedly, before he could stand up straight, he felt his eyes turn black and the world was spinning, and then he was pressed by the sudden low blood sugar and he was half-kneeling on the ground for a long while. Barely recovered from the dizziness.
"..." Jiang Ting cursed silently.
He stood up on the sofa and flipped through the office casually. However, Yan Yan is a person who has no sense of hoarding food. The desktop is barren except for documents and sundries. The only thing that can be called food is only half a bag of biscuits that have been revived for a long time.
Jiang Ting squeezed out half a soda cake with clear teeth marks, and finally revealed a trace of undisguised disgust in his eyes.
dong dong dong —
"Report... Report to Team Yan," a female voice shouted timidly, "There is news from the technical team, Team Yan, Yan... Oops!"
Jiang Ting had already heard who this girl was, and stepped forward to open the door.
"-Alas!"
Unsurprisingly, the one who knocked on the door was the police intern who was smaller than a rabbit yesterday. When she saw a strange man open the door, she covered her mouth in a conditioned reflex, and immediately recognized Jiang Ting.
"..." The little girl's originally round eyes opened wider, and her eyeballs were about to fly out: "You you, you, you, Yan Yan Yan Yan team him..."
Early morning, empty office, wrinkled clothes that haven't changed overnight.
If thoughts could materialize, the indescribable picture that filled her mind yesterday had now turned into an entire action movie.
Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, looked down at her for a moment, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Han Hanhan... Han Xiaomei!"
"Han Xiaomei." Jiang Ting took out a piece of fifty yuan from her wallet and put it in her hand, her movements soft and unquestionable: "Two buns and a cup of soy milk, buy them and bring them here."
"..." Han Xiaomei was dumbfounded for a few seconds. Seeing that Jiang Ting was about to close the door, she suddenly reacted: "Hey wait, then Team Yan—"
Jiang Ting said indifferently: "Yan team asked you to buy it."
"...Oh!" Han Xiaomei almost bit her tongue and turned away with hands and feet.