If witnessing Jiang Ting's "drug use" last night was the most frightening ten seconds of his life, then now is the time to test whether Yan Xun has the basic moral standards as a responsible, responsible and professional man. .
Yan Yan tried his best to restrain Jiang Ting's hand, forcing him to throw the headset out of the car and crush it 20 times, because the restraint was too strong and the cheek muscles were a little stiff: "...washed...washed ?"
"?" Jiang Ting said, "I thought this kind of electronic equipment would be damaged if it was overwatered."
Yan Yan: "…"
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Jiang Ting became a little impatient: "Do you still want it?"
Yan Yan raised his arm inch by inch, his fingers trembled, forced himself to twist the edge of the sealed bag with the strength of the discolored knuckles, and quickly stuffed it into his pants pocket. Loud leads and a full ten kilograms of C4.
Jiang Ting thought about it, but couldn't think of the reason for his behavior, so he asked, "Do you have a cleanliness addiction? People with cleanliness addictions can't be a criminal police officer."
Yan Yan pulled out a cramped smile: "No, no, that, the case is too stressful."
"Don't worry too much."
Yan Yan was also subconsciously immersed in the panic that C4 was about to be detonated: "What?"
"...Are you really okay today?" Jiang Ting frowned: "I said don't worry, Hu Weisheng is dead, this case will be solved soon."
Yan Yan stared at him innocently.
Jiang Ting finally became very helpless in such eyes, looked at the time and asked, "You haven't eaten yet."
"Huh? Um, no?"
"You invite me to eat," Jiang Ting said, starting the car, "summarize all the clues so far with me."
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A home, a box.
The waiter took the menu returned by Jiang Ting, turned around and walked away, Yan Yan just finished what he had just stopped abruptly:
"—This is what happened. The records of the police station show that in the past two months, the Yihe Road Police Station has received two reports of prostitution in the 'Three Spring Flowers' incident. Both the security brigade and the command center have confirmed this. Therefore, it can be proved that the police call last night was not intentional."
Jiang Ting took apart the wet tissue and wiped each finger carefully.
"It shouldn't be called the police." He paused and said, "But it is."
"I felt the same way, so I tracked down the police call, which was made from a public phone booth outside the KTV using a coin-operated method. This method of calling the police is unusual and very deliberate, and the road surveillance did not capture the face of the caller. , Judging from the outline of the body, it can only be seen that he is an uncle in his fifties or sixties."
"Uncle?"
Yan Yan nodded.
"...There is nothing wrong with the way of calling the police. Ordinary people, fearing that the nightclub owner has a way to go, will be retaliated against after the incident. They deliberately use the coin-operated phone to call the police, which is barely reasonable." Jiang Ting thought for a moment, and said, "But generally, the anti-pornography report is because of young people. Most of them are people or aunts, and middle-aged and elderly male whistleblowers in their fifties are relatively rare.”
Yan Yan nodded in agreement, and then suddenly became a little dissatisfied: "What do you mean? If it were me, even if I was seventy or eighty years old, I would still report it firmly when I encounter pornography and prostitution!"
"...Sir, your hot spring egg rice and roasted snowflake beef set."
The waiter put down the food with a blushing face, set up a small oven, lit it, and exited the box in the eerie silence.
Jiang stopped stirring egg yolks and rice grains with chopsticks, and said slowly, "It's okay, she was just dumped by your integrity."
Yan Yan: "..."
"What is the scope of your police station's actions last night?" Jiang Ting asked without raising his head after eating the very soft rice.
Yan Yan stared at him while he was roasting the beef, and felt that this man's appetite was indeed squeamish to the point of being very unmanly. He had so many requirements for a meal, and he had to steam it softly, add egg yolks, and have less oil and less oil. No salt, no chopped green onion - I wonder if you need twelve layers of blankets to sleep like the Princess Pea at night.
"It's not secret but it's not big, at least not big enough to explain that even you appeared in the Sanchunhua affair." Yan Yan abruptly looked away: "The operatives, the logistics department, and the command center that night knew about the Sanchunhua affair. There are roughly fifty people working on this location, and only the executor knows the specific content of the action."
Jiang Ting chewed and swallowed the meal carefully, and then said, "My words are just to ask Yang Mei to send someone to wait at the entrance of the city bureau and keep an eye on the movement of your Phaeton."
Yan Yan: "... I'll change the car next time."
"What about the person who handled Hu Weisheng's diacetylmorphine?"
Yan Yan divided the snowflakes and the beef brisket into two, and then devoured half a bowl of rice with the meat and vegetables. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, saying, "I've gone too far. I usually don't have it yet. Drugs that have time to destroy, guards, statisticians, laboratories, technical investigations, forensics, anti-drug detachment, criminal investigation detachment, police dog technical detachment…”
Jiang Ting looked unhappy.
"Usually according to the rules, it is enough to ensure that the total amount of drugs destroyed corresponds to the number of kilograms collected. It was because of this incident that Bureau Lv realized that there are still loopholes in this aspect of management, and is now ordering Huang Xing and the others to conduct a thorough review. Woolen cloth."
Jiang Ting ate slowly, chewing almost every grain of rice before swallowing it. The food was very clean and gentle, in stark contrast to Yan Yan who swept the battlefield with wind and clouds across the table.
"Gongzhou handled it this way in his early years." He said, "It's not too late to make up for it. You, Bureau Lu, are a figure in the public security system."
Yan Yan stuffed his mouth with meat: "Huh?"
Jiang stopped and put down his chopsticks and rang the bell to ask the waiter to come up and take away the remaining half of the dish.
"Hey?" Yan Yan raised his head in surprise: "Is this ready? Not to your taste?"
"No, I'm full."
"Full? How come you look like a cat?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it became very quiet in the box, Jiang Ting was expressionless, while Yan Yan was full of straight male question marks.
After a long time, Jiang Ting finally asked this sentence: "...Why do you always have an opinion on the way I eat?"
"What? No, don't talk nonsense," Yan Yan immediately denied: "I care what you do for dinner, what does it have to do with me?"
"..." However, Jiang Ting was not stupid, Yan Yan's problem of forcing two sentences every time he eats is clearly a literal meaning of nothing to do.
"Actually, I think so," Yan Yan swallowed her mouth full of food, poured a glass of sake and drank it, as if nothing had happened just now: "You usually go back a little late and Yang Mei is so anxious, come out today. Eat with me, if I don't have enough to go back, Yang Mei will definitely scold my ancestors for the eighteenth generation behind my back, how wronged I will be at that time, do you think so?"
Jiang Ting said lightly, "What does this have to do with Yang Mei?"
"Why doesn't it matter? Isn't she your girlfriend?"
"no."
Yan Yan asked, "Really?"
Jiang Ting's hand holding up the teacup paused in the air, as if he realized something, and then looked at Yan Yan for a moment with subtle eyes:
"... You seem to be very concerned about Yang Mei's marriage and relationship. Do you want to chase after her?"
"Ah? No, no, no, no, no, I'm just... "
"She used to be my informant. She's a good person, and she can do it in all aspects. If you want to chase, you can try to chase it first."
"No, no, listen to me, this is really nothing." Yan Yan quickly waved his hand to show his innocence, and said with a smile: "Although I do lack a girlfriend, it's okay to be like Miss Yang—what about you, Team Jiang? If you have sisters and sisters, can you introduce me?"
Judging from Jiang Ting's expression, he probably felt that Yan Xun was sick again. But the advantage of a good self-cultivation is that even if you talk to a neurotic, you can still maintain a relatively stable demeanor: "I don't have any sisters."
Yan Xun followed closely and asked, "What about the brother?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan Yan sat there cheeky, looking forward to the answer.
"No." Jiang Ting said word by word, "I am the only child."
The disappointment in Yan Yan's eyes was not fake, so that Jiang Ting moved back imperceptibly and tried to sit as far away from him as possible.
"Oh, my family also gave birth to me, so the pressure of my parents to get married is very high." Yan Yan sighed very naturally: "You know, right? Jiang team, like us, after all, we are all this age. Now—hey, I said, why don’t we both first…”
The next half of his sentence, "Go back to the city bureau first," hadn't even come out, when he was suddenly interrupted by a bang from the opposite side. Jiang Ting suddenly stood up, his whole body stretched out for some reason, and vigilance radiated from every pore. the taste of:
"You eat first."
Yan Yan: "???"
"I'm going to the bathroom."
The second monk Yan Yuzhang was puzzled and watched Jiang Tingli turn around without turning his head away.
"Pulling as soon as you eat?" Yan Zhinan said.
He beckoned the waiter to pay for the bill, and when he swiped his card, he made a comment saying that your hot spring egg rice is really bad, and my friend didn't finish it. A one-sided resignation.
He packed up and was about to get up and leave, when suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?" Yan Yan was smoking a cigarette: "Ma Xiang?"
Jiang Ting methodically stood in front of the sink to wash his hands, suddenly with a snort behind him, Yan Xun broke through the door: "Come with me, someone reported the crime—"
Jiang Ting turned around, his first reaction was to look down to make sure that his pants were zippered.
"Can you knock on the door first, Team Yan?" Jiang Ting's voice seemed to come from between his teeth, and said, "We're probably not familiar enough to watch each other let go."
"The chemical factory reported that the deceased Feng Yuguang's roommate, Chu Ci, took advantage of his familiarity with management loopholes last night to steal the key card of the custodian on duty, stabbed a guard, stole a large amount of controlled chemical raw materials and disappeared."
Yan Yan shook the phone, then stared at Jiang Ting's face playfully, politely and apologetically: "I'm sorry, given the difference in physique between us, if I want to see you, I can see you anytime, so I'm sorry just now, It wasn't really intentional."
Jiang Ting: "..."