Jiang stopped living for more than 30 years. For the first time, he was held by his hand and sat beside the bed. He whispered, "I really want to come and see you," and was stunned.
The sound insulation effect of the suite is very good. The KTV downstairs is almost completely isolated. Only the lamp on the desk emits a faint yellow light. Cream.
Yan Yan stared at Jiang Ting, with a deep glimmer of light in his eyes.
"...Are you crazy?" Jiang Ting finally squeezed out this sentence, "Who gave you the discharge?"
Yan Yan said: "I did it myself, and the stitches are almost healed. If you don't believe me, look at it." Then he lifted the hem of the T-shirt, and the stitches on the strong abdominal muscles were still quite obvious. Transparent glue-like thing.
Jiang Ting's mouth twitched immediately, and he recognized that it was a relatively advanced post-operative healing and scar removal bio-tape. This kind of thing is not easy to get in the county hospital, so Yan Yan must have let someone drive from Jianning to Jiangyang to pick him up with medical equipment. Bullshit.
"Is it beautifully cut?" A playful smile appeared in Yan Yan's eyes.
Jiang Ting did not answer this question, "This place is not suitable for recuperation, you should go home."
But when he got up, Yan Yan pulled his hand and dragged him back to the bed: "But I don't want to go."
"Why?"
"I haven't seen enough." Yan Yan whispered, "I still want to stay here and see you."
Jiang Ting's face, whose muscles were always relaxed and didn't bother to make expressions, was a little complicated at this time. But he couldn't take his hand out of Yan Yan's hot palm, and he couldn't keep holding the bathrobe in that half-raised position. The two stood at a stalemate for a while, and Jiang Ting couldn't help but say, "What the hell are you doing? …”
There was no beginning or end, but Yan Yan understood what he wanted to say, and immediately interrupted: "I can't tell, it's just what you think."
Jiang Ting said: "This is the blind trust and drawbridge mentality that you have in others when the case is in a desperate situation. I suggest you to understand the two-factor theory of emotions. Physiological arousal and emotional cognition should be two different factors. When the person is wrongly hooked up, your brain will naturally have the illusion of a heartbeat or an electric shock…”
"I don't want to know." The smile in Yan Yan's eyes deepened, and he leaned into his ear and asked softly, "Are you dealing with someone, Team Jiang?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
At this time, the door was suddenly knocked a few times, and Yang Mei's voice came: "Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang?"
Yan Yan's eyelids jumped, and Jiang Ting pulled his hand back and stood up.
"Are you asleep?"
She turned the handle with a click, as if she wanted to push the door - then Jiang Ting said loudly, "Don't come in!"
Yang Mei's movements stopped.
The atmosphere froze slightly, Yan Yan looked at Jiang Ting and kept winking, but the latter just pretended not to see it, walked over and stood behind the door: "What's the matter?"
Yang Mei was a little shy: "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Eat it yourself, I have some information to study."
"Then... I asked someone to cook porridge and bring it to you?"
Jiang Ting said, "Okay." Then he reached out and opened the door.
Yan Yan didn't expect that he would say hello without saying hello, and he hesitated for about 0.5 seconds between hurrying to hide to avoid seeing or standing up to say hello, and then conditioned reflex. General bowed, the whole person hid on the inside of the bed, and then heard Yang Mei's exhortation coming from the door:
"Be careful, hot, eat while it's hot..."
"Well, go do your own thing."
The door slammed shut, Jiang Ting put the porridge bowl on the desk, and then asked, "Where's the person?"
Yan Yan stood up abruptly: "So what is the relationship between you and her when she wants to push the door... Hiss!" The dizziness struck instantly, and Yan Yan involuntarily supported the head of the bed.
Jiang Ting: "What happened to you?"
"...I came to see you in a hurry, I didn't have dinner tonight..."
Jiang Ting's cheek muscles, which were a little tense, relaxed immediately, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. After a while, he tapped the rim of the bowl with a spoon and said, "Then come and drink this bowl of porridge."
It is said to be porridge, but it is actually very thick. Yang Mei asked the chef to add fresh shrimp, fish, scallops, egg yolks and so on. From the selection of ingredients, Yang Mei really adheres to the simple concept of health preservation of the working people: only choose the expensive ones, not the right ones, the more expensive the better, the more expensive the more psychological comfort.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yan only glanced at it and shook his head: "Don't eat it, it's too cheap."
Jiang Ting: "..."
"The shrimp is not blue lobster, the fish is not yellow lip fish, the shell is not geoduck, and the egg yolk looks fresh. I have never eaten such a shabby porridge since I was born, and I didn't even have a side dish. Come on."
Jiang Ting said coldly: "Who is the person who squatted at the city bureau every night eating buckets of instant noodles?"
Yan Yan replied fluently: "That's when I went to the grassroots to observe the people's feelings."
The two looked at each other for a long while, Jiang Ting didn't even blink his eyelids.
"..." Then Yan Yan finally told the truth: "I don't want to eat my rival's rice."
Jiang Ting threw the spoon into the porridge bowl, "Why don't you starve to death?"
five minutes later.
Looking down from the open window, Yan Yan slid down the drain pipe to the end, got up and patted the soil on his trousers, stood in the dark back alley, waving his hands, and called in a low voice, "Team Jiang! Don't be afraid of Team Jiang! I'll follow you. !"
With a snap, Jiang Ting closed the window expressionlessly.
"Brother Jiang, where are you going?" Yang Mei stood at the elevator door in astonishment: "It's already so late, why don't you rest, what else can you do tomorrow?"
Jiang Ting responded vaguely and walked straight out, while Yang Mei chased after him and shouted, "Why don't I have someone send you off!"
"It's all right!" Jiang Ting hurried out of the shop door, and the darkness effectively blocked his slightly hasty footsteps as if he was running away: "I'll turn around and come back!"
The night market is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. The bright light bulbs of the food stalls are enveloped by the hot and spicy steam, and the air is full of friendly and lively smells.
"Come on! Two bowls of cold skin, four catties of crayfish, four catties of spicy crab! Beer and drinks are self-pickup, you can eat well!"
Yan Yan pried off the cap of the beer bottle with the Swiss Army knife he was carrying. Before he had time to do anything, the bottle was taken away by a hand that stretched out out of thin air, and another can of drink was slapped in front of him.
"Your blue lobster, yellow lip fish and geoduck." Jiang Ting took a sip of beer from a glass bottle and said, "It's perfect for this 1982 Lafite."
Yan Yan looked at the words Yonghe Soy Milk, his eyelids jumping.
If it was someone else's words, Yan Yan was already in a hurry, but Jiang's team is worthy of Jiang's team, Yan Yan's eyelids jumped for a long time, and then he smiled: "Look at you, we have not yet met, just I'm starting to take care of my body." Then he unscrewed the cap of the soy milk bottle and took a sip of the crayfish.
Spicy crab is fried with bay leaves, star anise, oyster sauce, cumin, etc. It is juicy, salty, fragrant and spicy. When you break the crab claws with force, it is full of snow-white meat. Yan Yan eats his hands full of oil, and does not forget to help Jiang Ting, who is slowly peeling the shrimp shells, dig a few chopsticks and crab meat, shakes his head and sighs: "I still think about this mouthful, and drink soup and water during the few days in the hospital. Well, it's really about to fade out."
Jiang Ting said, "You'd better restrain yourself and be careful of the incision."
"The incision has healed long ago. Besides, what are you afraid of? You can live for decades in this world? If a person can't even satisfy his appetite, what's the point of living?"
Jiang Ting said in his heart that you should eat, eat more, and chrysanthemum will naturally teach you to be a human being when you go to the toilet tomorrow.
Yan Yan looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Let's talk about it."
He was born a little ruffian, and it stands to reason that this kind of face will give people a sense of slickness, but so many years of criminal police career have squeezed out that slickness and tempered it into a fierce and tough bandit. He is so ill-intentioned When he smiles, he is very handsome and attractive.
"Gaozi debated with Mencius, saying that food, sex, and sexuality are the same, meaning that appetite and erotic desire are the most instinctive pursuits of human life. I am in a difficult situation. I will eat and drink after I come back, and there is a beauty like you, Jiang team. Here, it can be said that life is complete, what is there to be afraid of?"
… This fallacy is terrifying, but Jiang Ting made no comments. He put down his chopsticks and slowly took his last sip of beer before saying, "Don't go to the city bureau tomorrow."
"how?"
"Take you to an ophthalmologist."
Yan Yan burst out laughing, and seemed to find it very interesting. With a smile, he took out a cigarette case and smoked a soft Chinese stick, put it in his mouth and lit it, and then handed it to Jiang Ting.
Jiang Ting glanced at his black and white eyes, but he couldn't see any emotion on his face, so he took the cigarette.
"Really, I regret it very much after you left today. In fact, the words I tried to test you were not sincere." Yan Yan lit a cigarette and said, "But those questions have been pondering in my heart for a long time, so I am in a hurry. I didn't control it, and I wanted to provoke you on purpose."
Jiang Ting said lightly, "Which one?"
Yan Yun said, "Stop the cloud."
Around the food stalls, those who guessed the boxing and punished drinking, shouted loudly, and pretended to be crazy with alcohol... Shirtless men wearing thick gold chains, women chatting and gossiping and laughing, children running around screaming, and The greasy floor, the table full of leftovers, and the hustle and bustle on the road at the entrance reflect the most lively and lively side of Jianning City at night.
No one knew that there were two detectives in the corner, drinking and chatting about the most secretive, expensive, and bloody evil drugs on the market.
"The name of that new type of fentanyl compound is blue gold, most of which should have been exported to Southeast Asia through smuggling channels, and a considerable part has flowed to the United States and Mexico. In the early years, blue gold was rare in China, mainly because a considerable part of the system Poisonous raw materials are not on the list of state-controlled chemicals, and if they are sold on a large scale in China, it is likely to arouse the vigilance of the State Administration of Supervision and even the Ministry of State Security.”
Jiang Ting exhaled, and Yan Yan stared at his calm face in the white mist: "So you already knew about the existence of 'Blue Gold'?"
"This new compound once appeared in an armed robbery of drug addicts that I handled," Jiang Ting said, "but the physical and chemical report was altered, and the inspector at the time was transferred. I covered up some people whose identities I couldn't find out, so I tracked them secretly for about a year or two, and found an underground drug production base in an abandoned village around Gongzhou, and I also sacrificed some informants."
Yan Yan's eyes slightly changed color.
- I tracked it secretly for a year or two, and sacrificed some informants in the middle.
How many horrific killings and crimes are hidden in these two calm sentences.
"… Then what?"
"Then it was discovered." Jiang Ting said hoarsely, "The Spade K happened to be in the drug production base that day."
Yan Yan's pupils shrank slightly, only to see Jiang Ting lowered his eyelashes and slowly flicked the soot.
"The reason I asked you if you saw his face was not because I was afraid that you might have seen something you shouldn't have seen, and thus risked being silenced. It was because I wanted to know what he looked like."
"… what?"
"I haven't seen him." Jiang Ting said, "In the drug factory that night, the most recent contact I had with this person was that he pointed a gun at my head from behind and said that the fentanyl compounds in front of me always 600 million worth."
"Six hundred million, you see," the K of Spades' intimate babble seemed to echo clearly in the back of his head: "The happiness of this world is so valuable."
The torrential rain washed over the underground factory, and the taillights of the trucks in the distance were like scarlet eyes, reflecting the countless bags of faint blue powder deep in the factory building bizarrely.
"... Do you want to kill me?" Jiang Ting asked hoarsely.
Before he finished speaking, he felt the heat from behind him approaching, and pressed against his ears with a smile: "Or you can share wealth and power with me equally... An excellent and smart police officer is more important than a corpse. more, isn't it?"
"So he didn't kill me, or in other words, it doesn't really matter whether he kills me or not. My private investigation has just involved the nearby area, and the fact that my whereabouts can be exposed so easily shows a lot of internal problems." Jiang paused. Dunda said: "Besides that, I should have been a character that would be more troublesome to kill at the time, and would be very useful to keep, and I didn't need to worry too much about me going out and talking nonsense. Of course, as far as I know afterwards, they quickly put that The factory was abandoned, which is probably one of the reasons why I was able to save my life."
Yan Yan took a sip of cigarettes, thought for a while and asked, "What happened after that? You disappeared after the explosion of the plastic factory, and you didn't see the real person K of Spades during that time?"
Jiang Ting was surprisingly cooperative tonight, but he was silent for a long time in the face of this question. It wasn't until Yan Yan thought he wouldn't answer this question again that he suddenly said, "I've been in a coma for three years... Those details are already very confusing."
"I don't know where I was at that time, and I can't recall valuable clues about climate, temperature, geographic features, etc. The only certainty is that the memory was always dark, indicating that my eyes have been blindfolded. write."
He pointed his index finger to his temple:
"Later I tried to build a face model of the K of spades in my brain, but all failed. After all, the human brain is not a computer, and strong negative emotions can affect the senses, which is something even I can do nothing about."
Jiang Ting held a cigarette between two slender fingers, and pryed a bottle of beer. The metal bottle cap tinkled and fell on the table full of crayfish shells.
"...So when you want to arrest him later, he will think that you betrayed this alliance of interests." Yan Yan asked, "Is that so?"
This is actually a very decent and considerate statement, basically eliminating any possibility of embarrassing Jiang Ting, but to his surprise, Jiang Ting shook his head: "No, from his way of thinking, it should be me betrayed him."
"How to say?"
"Serial kidnapping is a very personal way of expression. When a boy or a girl is fifteen or sixteen years old, when their feelings are the purest, they support each other in a desperate situation. All images are strongly directional. If you think that I have destroyed power and money In terms of interests, there is no need to design such a complex and bizarre serial kidnapping for self-expression, otherwise there will be too much personal emotion. People like K of Spades who have both criminal talent and experience must know that the emotional connection is in the The more obvious the criminal process, the more clues and loopholes can be analyzed."
Yan Yan nodded slightly and said nothing.
- In fact, he also thought so, and even thought more deeply. It's just that after the conflict in the afternoon, he didn't want to tell Jiang Ting at this moment.
"The kitchen is off! Last order! Spicy crab and crayfish BBQ hot skewer! Last order!"
The food stall owner shouted, Yan Yan looked at his watch, and said gently: "Let's go, tomorrow we will go to Tianzong Mountain to have a look, maybe we can find some clues."
Jiang Zing nodded, raised the only remaining beer bottle to his mouth, and suddenly paused as if remembering something, and said, "This serial kidnapping case, when the victim wakes up, he will definitely be able to catch a few. Individuals, but not necessarily the king of spades.”
Yan Yan had expected this, but it was not surprising.
At present, the major drug lords caught in China are still mostly dealers. Even if there are manufacturers, most of them are entry-level illegal drugs such as methamphetamine. Those who can invest a lot of money to independently develop new compounds and achieve mass production in factories, one is counted as one, they are all at the level that can alert the Ministry of National Security, and there are some who have been dormant for more than ten years or even twenty or thirty years.
In short, it is very difficult to overthrow the Lord in one fell swoop before his minions are completely beheaded.
Jiang Ting's face was half turned and his eyes were lowered. At this angle, the dim yellow light came from the side. From the forehead to the bridge of the nose, there seemed to be a strip of light, which was particularly angular.
"You may still have doubts, but the person in the world who most wants to kill the king of spades is indeed me, Yan Yan. With the professionalism of a criminal investigator, you can have doubts about anything else, but There is no doubt about that.”
After speaking, he raised his head and drank the last few sips of beer, put the glass bottle on the table, got up and said, "Let's go."