The dark night was torn apart by the light whip, and the world turned white in an instant, and then sank again into the abyss where the fingers could not be seen.
With a soft clatter, Han Xiaomei put the key into the crystal flower pot in the entrance, and turned her head back timidly:
"Then... Mr. Lu, I'll order a takeout for you, and then I'll go back to the scene?"
The wind and rain hit the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, crackling like hail. An orange vertical lamp was lit in the corner of the living room. Jiang docked on the sofa, watching the monitoring records through Yan Yan's work computer, holding a pen in one hand and pressing the pause button from time to time in the other.
"Mr. Lu?"
"Huh?" Jiang Ting finally came to his senses and said, "What's the takeaway order so late. If it's raining too much, don't go out. It's not safe to drive."
Han Xiaomei struggled fiercely for a while, "... I'd better go."
Jiang Ting thought she was going to say that the missing person had not been rescued or that her colleagues were staying at the scene in the rain. Who knew her next sentence would be: "My internship report has not had time for Vice Yan to sign it."
Jiang Ting laughed dumbly, and waved at her without raising his head.
Although Fan Si and Hu Weisheng were silenced, and the ghostly blue package of drugs was snatched away, leaving no trace of the police, the 502 cases were far from exhausted.
The police have Ah Chung and his horse boy in their hands, Sanchun Flowers, an important transit point for drug trafficking, and a living person like Diao Yong who is detained in the city bureau. As long as there is enough time, they can always pry something out. Come.
But now that Chu Ci is in the hands of drug dealers, it is unclear whether she will survive or die. What the police lack most is time.
Jiang Ting clicked on the surveillance video of the chemical plant at the time of yesterday's incident for the countless times, and fell into deep thought.
At 3:06 in the morning, a red Camry with the front and rear license plates covered with mud drove out from the warehouse. Because of the power outage monitoring coverage, I do not know when the car came in, only that it passed through the south gate of the chemical plant. On the Third Ring Road, then drive southeast.
The car window is covered with a single-sided visible dark film, and the rear window is blocked with a cloth from the inside, so it is difficult to see the inside of the car even in high-resolution images; the driving direction of the front of the car cleverly avoids most of the surveillance cameras , the driver seems to be wearing a mask or a mask to cover his face, even if the picture is constantly zoomed in, it is still difficult to determine the gender.
However, Jiang Ting thought: Considering the fact that the driver is very familiar with the internal monitoring location of the chemical plant, that he does not look at the rearview mirror when driving at night, and that it is difficult for a female kidnapper to completely control Chu Ci, the possibility that the driver is a male accomplice is very high.
Red Camry, because of the strong discount after it was listed in the previous few years, there are at least thousands of cars in Jianning, not to mention tens of thousands. Moreover, the inter-provincial expressway leads to Gongzhou. If the car comes from Gongzhou, the screening scope will be doubled.
The sea of cars is vast, and it is impossible to lock this red Camry without a license plate without a clue.
How to do it
Jiang Ting kept hitting the pause button, looking at the picture almost frame by frame. Lightning and surveillance fluorescence outside the window were reflected in the depths of his pupils. Suddenly, he paused his finger, and saw that after a certain fleeting moment on the screen was fixed, through the double reflection of the street light and the turning sign, he could vaguely see the bottom of the last three digits of the rear license plate.
Jiang Ting's brain was running fast - the third-to-last digit was 7, the last two digits were the letters O, C, S, U, G, J, or the numbers 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 0, the twelve digits above Random sorting can reach 144 combinations.
But not enough, the license plate has five digits in addition to the province and area code, the first two are unknown. These 144 possibilities alone cannot be deduced, and because the visual conditions are too poor, it cannot be completely determined that the third-to-last digit is indeed 7.
Jiang Ting leaned back into the sofa cushion and tapped his palm with a pen.
There must be other clues, he thought.
Many things in this world are connected by clues. Investigators need to rely on observation, experience, professional knowledge and even intuitive guesses to grasp these connections that are hard to see with the naked eye, and then deduce the clues before and after.
Red Toyota Camry.
Camry…
"Mr. Lu."
Jiang Ting raised his head unconsciously, only to see that Han Xiaomei hadn't left yet. This girl also gave up her mind, Yan Yan asked her to boil some hot water, and she did, and she gently placed a cup of freshly brewed black tea in front of him, stood up and said cautiously, "Drink some hot water. , rest early, I'm leaving."
Jiang Ting suddenly said, "Wait."
Han Xiaomei stopped, only to hear him ask: "This color is not burgundy, but a red car, or women buy more, right?"
"Ah? It should be, my car is also red."
Jiang Ting stared straight at Han Xiaomei.
Jiang Ting's face is really young, and his facial features are naturally beautiful. When he looks at people like this, although he looks cold and has no emotions, he often gives people a feeling of heartbeat.
As soon as Han Xiaomei opened her mouth, she heard her voice trembling: "Then that Mr. Lu Lu Lu..."
Jiang Ting turned a deaf ear and murmured, "Hu Weisheng also drove a Camry, the license plate, the license plate number is—"
"Build A6U799!" Han Xiaomei always remembers the information related to the case very tightly.
Jiang Zing nodded and suddenly asked, "Do you girls value the sense of ceremony?"
Han Xiaomei: "... ah?"
·
The torrential rain showed no sign of abating. On the highway in the dark night in the distance, the vehicles set off splashes and roared away, leaving only distant and ethereal yellow taillights.
"Scared me to death! I just picked up a few bones on the back slope!" Ma Xiang stepped on the muddy water and shouted angrily, "Old Gao didn't tell me that it was a human arm!"
Holding the flashlight, Gao Panqing swept the dripping hair to the top of his head, and said with a big laugh, "You can't handle your own business. Who has arms like that? That's clearly a dog!"
The detectives were having fun, scavenging every inch of the wasteland, soaking wet and joking with each other. Only Yan Yan was silent, staying away from the crowd, and shooting the muddy ground with a flashlight near the highway guardrail.
"Old Yan," Huang Xing said hoarsely, dragging his soaked rubber shoes, "The footprints have been extracted."
Yan Yan didn't look up: "Huh?"
"The rain has damaged the site very badly, and modeling is very difficult. The specific situation needs to be analyzed in the bureau. At present, the preliminary analysis shows that there are three or four different sets of footprints on the site. It is determined that there are no women, but it is impossible to tell whether there is Chu Ci. of."
Yan Yan said: "That is to say, in the best case, in addition to Diao Yong and the woman, there are at least two kidnappers?"
Huang Xing nodded.
Yan Yan didn't say a word, and continued to walk forward with the flashlight. Huang Xing followed behind him, and saw that his whole body and even his back were splashed with mud, and he heard his deep voice: "... a big case."
"You can also take a break," Huang Xing suddenly couldn't bear it for some reason, "Well, I asked Lao Zhang and the others to buy supper. You can eat some when you come back later, and take a breath."
Yan Yan was noncommittal.
Yan Yan's stature was too much above average. After putting on the police raincoat, a part of his ankle was still exposed, his shoes and trousers were filled with mud, and every step made a creaking sound of stepping on the water. He just walked across the water-filled grassy slope to outside the highway guardrail, and his eyes fell on the dark shadow swaying in the distance with the heavy rain—a lush bush.
For some reason, he moved slightly in his heart, holding the flashlight and walking forward.
Huang Xing: "?"
Director Huang didn't know why, so he followed behind Yan Yan, getting further and further away from the search range, until the two stood by the bushes.
"What's the matter, Lao Yan, should I ask someone to search?"
"… "
Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, his pupils were almost pressed into a line, looking a bit gloomy and sharp.
"Look at the bushes in the south," he said suddenly, "is it a little shorter than the ones in the north?"
- The growth of plants on the sunny side cannot be lower and sparser than that on the shady side, Huang Xing was stunned!
"Track inspection! Come here for a few trace inspections!" Huang Xing said in a stunned voice: "Quick, circle this patch of grass!!"
·
"There it is! Director Huang!" Half an hour later, the detective kneeling among the bushes raised his head and shouted excitedly in the sight of countless expectations around him: "The branches of the bushes are abnormally overwhelmed and broken, and some leaves are crushed. The fragments spread around and extracted half of the footprints, it is certain that someone has stepped on it, there should be a fight!"
Many people mentioned that the heart in the throat fell back to the chest in an instant, Yan Yan sternly asked: "What about Lumino's reaction?!"
The detective said concisely: "There is blood!"
If there is blood, there is DNA, and if there is a fight, it means that at least Chu Ci was still alive when the car was abandoned!
The hard work in the middle of the night finally paid off, and they were released from the tight crevices in one breath, and many people fell to the mud on the spot regardless of their image.
Yan Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood upright beside the bushes, and said solemnly, "Extract bloodstains for DNA comparison, do it now!"
The pockets vibrated, and the phone rang.
Yan Yan took out her mobile phone and glanced at the number, and the caller ID showed "the surnamed Lu" - Jiang Ting.
"Why does this person have a more nose than others." Yan Yan laughed, but he didn't hear the lightness in his tone, and answered the phone: "Hello? I can tell you, just now..."
Jiang Ting's voice sounded on the phone: "I have a guess, it may take you a little time."
"What?" As soon as Yan Yan's voice fell, the phone vibrated, indicating that he had received an unread text message from "Lu".
"Jian A6U789, Jian A6U766, Jian A9U766... What do you mean by sending these to me?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "Jian A6U799 is Hu Weisheng's license plate number of a white Ruizhi, what's wrong?"
Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, behind which was the warm and clean orange light of the living room, the dark night like ink was separated by a layer of glass, outlining the profile of his face, and a deep line was locked on his brows:
"The license plate is usually the same factory, the same color, and the same type of license plate. Why does Hu Weisheng take a certain degree of risk to use the Reiz when he drives a Camry? Although it is also the same color and similar shape from the same factory, it does not meet the requirements of a multi-year The behavior and habits of those who sell counterfeit and suspected drug dealers."
Yan Yan was slightly stunned.
"Hu Weisheng refused to explain his girlfriend during the interrogation, which shows that the female kidnapper is very important to him." Jiang Ting said solemnly: "So is it possible that she asked Hu Weisheng to use the couple's car number with him?"
·
Jiang Ting hung up the phone and stood in front of the window for a long time.
Han Xiaomei has already left, the dark night is still full of wind and rain, and the city under her feet is shining with a vast sea of lights. Laughter and steam wafted from the windows of thousands of households. They didn’t know that in many corners that could not be penetrated by light, there were disgusting crimes being staged, and countless people were running through the night to prevent crimes. .
The torrential rain whipped the floor-to-ceiling windows frantically, Jiang Ting clenched his arms and took a step back.
This action subconsciously seems to be seeking some kind of false sense of security in the quiet, brand-new and beautifully decorated apartment behind him. However, this place is empty and silent, and there is only a trace of indescribable aura lingering in the void. That was the last time the owner here. Left in a hurry.
Resolute, straightforward, warm, even a little fiery.
Jiang Ting shuddered slightly, as if he had woken up from some unrealistic dream, and suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of the window again.
The phone rang again, and Jiang Ting picked it up: "Hello, Yan Yan?"
"Jian A9U766!" Yan Yan's voice was very clear in the rain, probably shouting to the phone: "The owner is Liu Wanqiu, twenty-seven years old, guess who she is?!"
Jiang Ting said, "I can't guess, but your people must be on their way to find her."
Yan Yan laughed loudly: "Ding Jiawang's wife's cousin!"
Jiang Ting couldn't help but smile.
"We have extracted the DNA of at least one suspect from the scene. The online DNA search shows that the person's name is Chi Rui. He was imprisoned for illegally making guns ten years ago. At present, we cannot determine whether it is related to the black gun held by Fan Zhengyuan. On the way to the arrest." Yan Yan paused and said in a meaningful way: "You stay at home, and before this case is over, unless I send someone to pick you up, don't mess around."
Who sent Fan Zhengyuan, why did he target Jiang Ting, and whether he had any connection with the person who held Chu Ci hostage? The secret hidden behind Jiang Ting's body is like a bottomless black hole. I don't know how many "Fan Zhengyuan" are hidden, and they are staring at him and preparing to kill him.
Jiang Ting hung up the phone, let out a long sigh of relief, and finally felt a little relaxed.
The Pu-erh tea that Han Xiaomei brewed before leaving was already cold, Jiang Ting didn't care, she took a sip and just touched her tongue: "Pff—"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Jiang Ting almost choked his back, looking at the white porcelain cup in his hand in horror - but Yan Yan couldn't appreciate the expression on his face that he hadn't seen in decades. Immediately afterwards, he put down the cup, slid into the kitchen, and saw the tea box opened by Han Xiaomei at a glance.
The tube of tea cakes wrapped in oil vellum was disassembled, the top piece was forcibly pried off with a thumb-sized gap by a knife, and the rust-colored tea residues were scattered on the snow-white marble countertop.
"..." Jiang Ting's right eyelid started to twitch.
Yan Yan hung up the phone, smacked her lips, seemed a little unfulfilled, suddenly raised her head and asked, "Han Xiaomei."
Ma Xiang drove in front, and Han Xiaomei, who had just returned to the scene, sat in the co-pilot: "Yes, Team Yan!"
"Do you think Consul Lu is very troublesome?"
Han Xiaomei: "…"
Yan Yan was earnest and enticing: "It's like you're going to get sick at any time, and you're still very squeamish. You won't eat the eighteen-yuan bucket of instant noodles, and you can't stay up all night with us in the rain, right?"
There was silence in the carriage, only the sound of the big wipers slapping the windows and the bumps of driving, Ma Xiang cautiously said after a while, "Just be happy with this kind of thing."
"Hey, I'm serious with you..." Yan Yan was about to say something when suddenly Han Xiaomei's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed Mr. Lu.
"Hey, Mr. Lu, we're on our way to apprehend the suspect, I—"
Jiang Ting interrupted her, and his voice was very low: "Did you take apart the tea cake in Yan Xun's house?"
"?" Han Xiaomei: "Yes."
Judging from the ringing on the phone, Jiang Ting seemed to have swallowed something, and he asked, "Why did you take this bag?"
"Hey, who doesn't know that Yan Fu's house is expensive, and I don't dare to unpack those boxes of luxurious tea. What's the matter, Mr. Lu, is it moldy? When I first brewed it, I also felt that the tea cake was weird. It seems to be tattered for a long time, but it smells good..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Jiang Ting ordered, "Give the phone to Yan Hyun."
Yan Yan thought that Jiang Ting was just calling to ask if Han Xiaomei had returned to the scene safely. He was sitting in the back using a walkie-talkie to contact the command center, and suddenly saw the mobile phone being handed in front of him, and picked it up inexplicably: "Hey, what's the matter, the police flower. ?"
"I have something to discuss with you."
Yan Yan: "???"
Jiang Ting's voice sounded very calm, and it was a little strange: "Let me assume a situation. If someone drinks your most expensive collection, and it's not worth a penny now, what are you going to do?"
Yan Yan was shocked: "Impossible, the HSBC safe has lost the bottle of whisky that was photographed at my house?!"
"..." Jiang Ting said, "I'm referring to the old Tongxing tea cake from 1921."
"Oh that," Yan Yan finally relaxed: "My mother took it and said that when I get married, I will use it to make tea for my daughter-in-law - why, who wants to drink it? Haha, then I can agree in advance, who will drink it. You’re going to be my little daughter-in-law, you’re going to cook for me, massage and wash my socks, hahaha—”
Jiang Ting: "!"
Han Xiaomei in the front row: "!!!"
The word ha froze in mid-air, and Yan Yan finally realized that something was wrong: "Why, did you really drink?"
Han Xiaomei's whole body trembled like the autumn wind swept away the leaves. At this time, her reaction was slower than Jiang Ting who had experienced many battles.
Han Xiaomei: "No, no, no, no, yes, me, me, me, me..."
Yan Yan fell into a strange silence.
Ma Xiang cautiously glanced in the rearview mirror and found his boss's expression was very strange: it can't be said to be anger or pain, and he doesn't seem to want to jump up and make trouble; if he wants to speculate, it's a bit like a hidden period I was looking forward to something, but suddenly I felt that I was in vain.
"Oh, forget what Han Xiaomei said." Yan Yan said slowly, "Be careful next time."
Yan Yan hung up the phone, not seeming particularly satisfied, scratched his ears, hugged his arms, and leaned against the back seat with the noisy walkie-talkie.
Han Xiaomei didn't dare to make a sound, and Ma Xiang sat upright and stared at the long rainy night ahead. After several minutes, Yan Yan suddenly heard a sentence:
"Doing things is frizzy! How did Lao Gao bring you? Go back and write a check!!"
Han Xiaomei wanted to cry without tears: "Yes yes yes..."
The Cherokee cut through the wind and waves, dotted with several red and blue police cars, and drove along the 635 Provincial Highway to Jianning City in the distance.