Huang Xingren, the director of technical investigation, was middle-aged, his head was bright, and he was half-sideways while walking in a hurry, and he jumped out as if he was shooting a machine gun: "The data was restored to eleven o'clock last night, and I came to work at four this morning, hurry up. After finishing the evening, I'm going to hold the parent-teacher meeting of my kid... Hi! His father, I have been trained as a grandson by the head teacher again and again. This time I will take the test and count down to tomorrow. You won't see me. !"
Yan Yan comforted him: "It's okay, can I still be a policeman in the future?"
Huang Xing was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Yan Yan, and he subconsciously said: "That can't be done!"
Yan Yan: "…"
"Where did you just say?" Huang Xing coughed casually: "Oh, yes, restore the data."
Yan Yan: "..."
"Victim Feng Yuguang's photo album, address book, recent contacts, including WeChat account data have been restored, only WeChat chat records cannot be found temporarily. Well, the call records are here, the last call the victim received before his life was a non-real-name registered mobile phone card, There is no triangulation and no way to determine the owner.”
Yan Yan pointed to the second line of the list: "What about this?"
It was an outgoing call, three minutes shy of the last mysterious incoming call, and the call lasted forty-eight seconds.
Forty-eight seconds is neither long nor short; it would be too long-winded to agree on a meeting place, and there is not enough time to talk about other things.
"This," Huang Xing said, "the owner is Ding Dang, the daughter of Feng Yuguang's intern and the director of the company, and a 21-year-old art school student. The victim has been talking to her very frequently in the past month. To be honest, I It is estimated that these two children are in love with each other."
Yan Yan smiled slightly.
Huang Xing asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh, you guessed wrong, the victim and this girl can't be in a relationship." Yan Yan shook the evidence bag with the mobile phone: "Gamble or not?"
"..." Huang Xing said cautiously, "I advise you to look at the call records first."
"Don't look, I know."
"Why do you know?"
Yan Yan smiled but did not answer: "Gamble or not?"
Huang Xing quit and said, "Aren't you raising a bar?"
"What are you talking about, I am a reasonable guess based on facts. You don't fully understand the case..."
A figure rushed upstairs in a hurry, almost hitting Yan Yan on the head: "—Ouch!"
Yan Yan is quick-witted and dodged at the critical moment to avoid the white unknown liquid splashing on his face, and he also saved himself a black T-shirt of 200 yuan a dozen from Taobao last year's Double Eleven, scolding: "What are you doing, panicking? Zhang!"
Han Xiaomei has soy milk and buns in one hand, like a frightened deer: "Ah, Team Yan! You, you, me, me, me..."
Huang Xing held his forehead unbearably.
"Are you here for work, or for a picnic?!" Yan Xun was almost furious, "Where's Old Gao, Gao Panqing? Let you take this girl, you let her run to eat buns in the morning? Boss Gao of the field team bring it to me!"
"It's not Brother Gao, it's not!" Han Xiaomei hurriedly stopped him: "It's your friend of Team Yan. I went to your office just now, and he said you asked me to go buy something to eat—"
Yan Yan: "…"
Yan Yan's face changed, as if an active volcano was about to erupt, and suddenly succumbed to the power of the gods and ghosts of nature named "Jiang Ting".
"Friend?" Huang Xing asked curiously.
"… oh, the witness I called at the scene forgot about him as soon as he got busy."
Yan Yan snatched the steamed buns and soy milk from the aggrieved Han Xiaomei. After thinking about it, she stuffed it back, and threw the victim's mobile phone in the evidence bag to Huang Xing, saying, "The victim is called and arrived in Jianning. The people I contacted most frequently, including this guy named Ding Dang, called him to ask questions one by one, and asked Lao Gao to compile a transcript for me." Then he grabbed the steamed bun again, looked Han Xiaomei up and down, and scolded: "— How do you wear a police uniform? Tuck your shirt into your pants!"
Han Xiaomei: "..."
Yan Yan carried the bun and walked away.
"Don't bother with these two idiots." Huang Xing patted Han Xiaomei, who was about to cry, and pouted in the direction of Yan Yan's departure: "—Men in their thirties can't find a wife, how can there be no reason. "
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Yan Yan sat on the edge of the desk, shook the steaming plastic bag in front of Jiang Ting, and shrank back when the other party raised his hand to take it, "Crack!" He threw the case analysis report on the table and said: " Now, work first."
Jiang Ting's hand stopped in the air, and then he took it back calmly: "Don't look."
Yan Yan said: "You now, your life is in my hands, I advise you to be honest and obedient..."
Jiang Ting raised his head, his face was as white as ice and snow: "Don't look."
Yan Yan was stunned by his dark eyes and bloodless face. He was stunned for a while, then he quickly inserted the straw into the soy milk cup, tore off the layer of paper under the bun, and put his hands in front of him.
Jiang Ting stared at him silently for a few seconds, and finally leaned forward slowly, took a sip of soy milk with his hand, and took the breakfast as if forgiving.
Yan Yan knew that he was wrong: "If you say you have low blood sugar, you should have said it earlier. You didn't tell me to stop and buy something to eat on the way here. Who can blame it? Oh, I still have half a pack of biscuits here, look, No one deliberately starved you, did you…”
"Fan Zhengyuan is taking drugs?"
Jiang Ting turned over the case while biting the bun, and stopped at the pages of the autopsy results.
"Snorting and intravenous injection, old fried dough sticks. What?"
Jiang Ting pointed to a line on the analysis report: "Then why do you think that the amphetamine compound in his trouser pocket is for himself?"
His question was exactly the same as that raised by Yan Yan at the case analysis meeting just now.
Yan Yan was very interested: "Why didn't he eat it himself?"
"Intravenous injections are generally made of white powdery No. 4 diacetylmorphine, which stimulates the release of dopamine from nerve wandering cells is very amazing. As long as the injection takes a period of time, the number of dopamine receptors in the brain will decrease rapidly; so in order to When reaching the existing level of stimulation, all severe addicts will continue to increase the injection volume. The amphetamine compound in Feng Yuguang's body belongs to the light level of seducing beginners, and the nerve stimulation to Fan Zhengyuan is minimal, and he is unlikely to take it himself. big."
Yan Yan looked at Jiang Ting up and down, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he smiled a little strangely: "How do you know, maybe he just sees this kind of pills as convenient and cheap, and he eats them as snacks."
"Impossible." Jiang Ting said casually as he flipped through the report, "No. 4 diacetylmorphine is expensive to fool the layman. The actual market goods do not know how much glucose and talcum powder are mixed in, and the price is not necessarily higher than that of amphetamine synthetics. Gao. Besides, the morphine is not strong enough, mixing it with other smoking will make people uncomfortable, so Fan Zhengyuan doesn't need to do that."
In the office, only the movement of him looking at the autopsy report was heard, and there was no other sound.
"...You know a lot about the drug business," Yan Yan said abruptly after a while.
These words were obviously wrong, Jiang Ting finally felt something, raised his eyelids, and met Yan Yan's sharp eyes.
"—What are you looking at?" Jiang Ting asked rhetorically, "I've been fighting drugs for more than ten years, why don't you understand?"
Yan Yan was about to say something when suddenly the phone rang.
"Hey Lao Qin, um, you can say it... Right, found it?"
Not knowing what Qin Chuan said on the other end of the phone, Yan Xun jumped off the desk, quickly grabbed the car keys, and picked up his jacket: "Okay, you go search for Fan's house, send me another address, I'm here. Just go there yourself."
Jiang Ting ate his steamed buns in a slow manner, but Yan Yan suddenly grabbed the plastic bag: "Don't eat, hurry up with me, and eat while walking in the car."
Jiang Ting frowned, "What are you doing?"
"The Anti-drug Detachment has found another hiding place for Fan Zhengyuan besides his home, and is preparing to arrange an informant to take us there." Yan Yan glanced at the buns in the plastic bag, and pouted in disgust: "Tsk, custard. Your appetite is quite picky, can you be more squeamish?"
He turned around and walked out with the buns in his hand, suddenly stopped and stopped by Jiang's cuff: "Wait."
"What's the matter?"
Jiang Ting sat still in the armchair, while Yan Yun was standing. He shook the case analysis book in his hand and said, "Your investigation is in the wrong direction."
Everything was like a repeat of the argument in the conference room three hours ago, except that Yan Xun's role was reversed, and Jiang Ting was the one who was arguing.
Yan Yan secretly smiled in her heart, but she didn't show it at all, and said coldly, "What's wrong?"
"The criminal investigation detachment's suspicion of Fan Zhengyuan's drug involvement is based on the discovery of drug residues in him and his suspicion of armed robbery. But you and I know that Fan Zhengyuan himself has nothing to do with armed robbery. The only purpose of his appearance, It was killing me, but I was cut off halfway."
"So what?" Yan Yan said deliberately.
"The person who killed Fan Zhengyuan can take away from him, and he can leave behind. How do you know that the drug residue in his pocket is not the murderer's method to induce the police to divert the focus of the investigation?"
Yan Yan stood with arms crossed, seemed to think for a moment, and said lazily: "No, your speculation has almost no factual basis. Besides, it's okay for the police to go to investigate Fan Zhengyuan. Is it any good for the murderer?"
- Deputy Director Wei's question was the key to Yan Xun's argument at the case analysis meeting, and he wanted to know how Jiang Ting would answer.
"Yes," Jiang Ting said, "to buy time."
Yan Yan was stunned.
"I suggest you send someone to follow up on Fan Zhengyuan's line, and at the same time intensify your efforts to re-examine Hu Weisheng in person, and re-investigate his residence, bank accounts, and email exchanges." Jiang Ting said: "The murderer is willing to be under the eyes of your deputy detachment leader. Murdering and silence shows that for him, the situation that needs to be covered up has reached a very serious level. If the police are led astray by him and the investigation speed is slowed down, then Feng Yuguang's death is likely to evolve into the same obscure situation as the Gongzhou case back then. ending."
The two stared at each other for a moment, then Yan Yan narrowed his eyes: "... When you were investigating the case, did something similar happen?"
Jiang Ting was indifferent in his scrutiny eyes, got up and took the plastic bag containing the steamed buns from Yan Yan's hand and threw it into the wastepaper basket.
"It's cold," he said.
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Jianning Old Machinery Factory was once a dazzling pearl in the southwest. In the 1970s, a huge and busy industrial zone was established in the eastern suburbs, with vigorous production lines, independent hospitals, schools, post offices and other infrastructure facilities. Workers retire, their children are on top of the shift, state-owned enterprises are responsible for issuing food tickets, oil tickets, meat tickets, bicycle tickets and even refrigerator tickets during festivals. The iron rice bowl is passed down from generation to generation. Most of the girls in Jianning are married to workers’ families in the eastern suburbs. Rong.
Glory did not gradually decline until the late 1980s, and it was not until the 1990s that the wave of layoffs set off, and the large state-owned factories fell into ruins and plummeted.
The once prosperous family area is now empty. Colorful and faded instant noodle advertisements were posted on the canteen made of plastic sheds, and a few dirty children were squatting by the gutter to play, screaming from time to time with a strong dialect accent.
Even driving a Ferrari in this kind of place is like a bouncing car. Yan Xun finally gave up. He pulled the handbrake and turned it off, saying, "No, it's just playing acrobatics if you continue driving. Please take two steps if you are tired, Team Jiang. ."
The dormitory in the industrial area is an old-fashioned cheese building. Now, not to mention ten rooms and nine empty rooms, at least five or six are empty. Although the afterglow was still outside, the corridor was dark, and when I walked in a little bit, the dampness and mildew over the years scrambled to get into the seven orifices of the people. Jiang Ting shivered uncontrollably: "Ah!"
Yan Yan used the light of her mobile phone to clear the way ahead and said, "You are too delicate, aren't you?"
Jiang Ting didn't answer.
Yan Yan squeezed sideways through the mountains of debris at the corner of the corridor, carefully stepped on the difficult steps, and finally climbed to the highest floor, the sixth floor. Clothes and quilts hang outside the corridor facing the patio, and every door on the inside of the corridor is tightly closed. Go to the fourth one, and the old yellow wooden door has a police seal on it.
Jiang Ting put his arms around his chest and looked at the surrounding environment inch by inch. Suddenly, he saw Yan Yan handing over an army green jacket: "Hmmm."
"No." Jiang Ting didn't even mean to stretch out his hand: "I can't afford it if I break it."
Yan Yan only wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt, and his strong shoulder muscles were particularly obvious, so he couldn't help but put the coat over his head: "Come on, if you catch a cold and get sick, don't I look back... "
Jiang Ting finally told the truth: "When was the last time you did laundry?"
Yan Yan: "…"
The two stared at each other, and after a while, Yan Yan unlocked the lock with a click of the key, and said coldly, "Be honest, don't talk so much."
The room was damp and dark, and there was an indescribable odor when the door was opened. Yan Yan covered her nose to turn on the light. Unexpectedly, the meter had already been pinched, so she had no choice but to continue lighting with her mobile phone. The floor was full of debris and rubbish. After being thoroughly inspected twice by the investigators, the entire Burrow could be called Horrible.
Jiang Ting carefully stepped into the door, stood beside the low wooden bed, frowned slightly and looked around.
"The field team came to search twice. With Lao Gao's method, every mouse in this room has been named and registered." Yan Yan rudely rubbed him with his elbow: "Why, Jiang team has never seen it before. Low-end population living environment? What are your thoughts?”
Jiang Ting took Yan Yan's mobile phone, half squatted on the ground, and shone along the bed, the cracks in the ground and the base of the wall, and pondered for a while.
Yan Yan teased: "What about you?"
"I don't think so." Jiang Ting said flatly, "My low-end population also grew up like this."
Yan Yan was startled.
Jiang Ting got up and walked to the table, where he saw several thermos bottles lined up side by side, debris piled up on plastic plates that were too worn to see the color, the leftover instant noodles and the "ice skating" pot next to each other, oily There was a thick layer of white mold on the soup.
Jiang Ting stood there, as if he had encountered some inexplicable problem, his slender black brows were twisted, and the curves from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, his lips, and even his neck formed an elegant and unique outline in the light and shadow.
He suddenly pulled out the chair and sat down. Yan Yan didn't have time to stop him, and saw him sitting straight in front of the moldy bowl of convenience, as if reaching for chopsticks.
"Hey you… "
Jiang Ting raised his hand, and Yan Yan's voice stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ting raised his head and looked at the opposite side thoughtfully. His eyes naturally fell on the broken window at the other end of the room, which was barely covered by newspapers.
Yan Yan didn't know what he was looking at, so he could only stare at him without blinking. I saw Jiang Ting suddenly got up and walked towards the window. He carefully searched for the oil-stained windowsill and wooden edges by the light, and suddenly reached out and pushed the deformed wooden sash with force.
Bang!
The window was pushed open, and the night wind blew in, instantly dispelling a lot of the disgusting odor in the room.
"—Come here," Jiang Ting pointed to the outside windowsill, his voice calm, and said, "Your fieldwork team's work is rough enough."