"You believe him?" Qin Chuan asked incredulously.
Yan Xun's ten fingers clapped with each other regularly, and after a while, he said slowly, "The technical investigator is recovering the surveillance video. If he can find the alibi record, I believe him."
The deputy branch office was full of the smell of instant noodles mixed with cigarettes overnight. There were bursts of people outside the door, and policemen who didn't stay up late came to work one after another.
"But it's too ridiculous, Lao Yan. Feng Yuguang's department head and tutor said that his grades were not good enough, and he was thankful that he could finish his graduation thesis, but Chu Ci said that he was betting on his life and death to take the exam, and he still had to do a subject? Feng Yuguang is not a person who is obsessed with academics at all by following dramas and games every day. And if you listen to Chu Ci's confession, I don't believe you can't hear that he's not telling the truth, this kid is definitely hiding a lot of things!"
Yan Yan raised an index finger, put it in front of Qin Chuan's nose, and shook it:
"I have reservations about the first half of your sentence, and only the second half of it is very agreeable."
"—he did hide something."
Half an hour ago, the interrogation room.
"He bet on Cobo."
"what?"
"He bet he would be able to take the exam," Chu Ci said helplessly, "I don't know what gave him this confidence, maybe it was the final grade that miraculously flew low every time."
Yan Yan and the detective in charge of recording looked at each other, and they were both very surprised. Immediately, he turned to Chu Ci: "—How did you talk about this topic so well?"
"When I came in, he was reading a book, and he didn't understand an experiment, so he asked me if I could explain it. My relationship with him wasn't so bad that I couldn't even talk, so I talked about twenty times. Minutes, and there are still a few points at the end that he can't understand, so I'll say let's go here first, anyway, those are extracurricular extensions, and it doesn't matter to him that he doesn't understand."
"Then he became anxious and told me not to look down on others too much, saying that I was no worse than anyone else, and that if I wanted to take the exam, I would definitely pass the exam." Chu Ci explained, "Actually, I didn't mean to look down on him."
Yan Yanxin said that we all understand that the natural discrimination of academic bullies against academic scumbags is often unaware, but we academic scumbags are actually sensitive. However, he was noncommittal on the surface and only asked: "So you made a bet? What is the bet?"
"The subject. If he does pass the test, I will take him to do the subject."
"What if he doesn't pass the test?"
Chu Ci suddenly fell silent, and after a few seconds, she replied, "I lost a dollar."
Inside and outside the interrogation room, everyone was stunned.
"..." Yan Yan confirmed: "One dollar?"
"I don't believe he can pass the exam, and I'm too lazy to get any benefit from it. But he was very emotional at the time, and he insisted on pulling me to the theory. I had to send him quickly so that he could go back to the laboratory." Chu Ci sighed deeply. , this time he sighed slightly: "If I knew it was the last time I saw him, maybe I would stay longer... At least help him explain the last few points of knowledge."
There was no sound in the interrogation room, everyone was in deep thought, only listening to their own breathing for a while.
"Can I ask? Feng Yuguang... how did he die?"
Yan Yan came back to his senses from his thoughts, said "uh", and said casually, "Drugs cause hallucinations."
Chu Ci was a little surprised: "Impossible, he takes drugs?"
"It is precisely because the case is uncertain that we need to investigate. It is inconvenient to disclose the specific details during the investigation stage. You, a talented student, don't need to tell us more about the relevant laws and regulations."
"… "
Yan Yan closed the shorthand book, stood up and loosened his shoulders, as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the last question. When my colleague asked you about that luxury bag just now, why did you answer that you don't know at all? "
Chu Ci had already stood up, but when she heard the words, she hesitated a little.
"…I don't want to cause trouble."
He stopped, slightly staggered Yan Yan's line of sight, and said, "I don't know how to send a bag. It's really incomprehensible... When something weird happens, normal people's reaction is to stay away, isn't it a police officer?"
·
"It's really weird, but based on this alone, we can't conclude that Chu Ci is suspected of committing a crime."
Yan Yan opened the window, and the fresh air of the morning poured in, sweeping away the various smells that had fermented overnight in the office. Standing behind the desk, Qin Chuan was still a little puzzled: "How do you say it?"
"If I want to kill my roommate, I will choose a familiar place, not a thousand miles away. In fact, 90% of student injuries happen in the school, if you really want to kill , it is much more convenient to create laboratory accidents than to harm people with scopolamine and dioxymethamphetamine.”
Qin Chuan was thoughtful.
"However," Yan Yan changed his words: "—Chu Ci's confession did give me a little inspiration."
"what?"
"It's still vague and I can't tell. I only vaguely feel that Feng Yuguang's death may have something to do with his vow to take the exam. It's also a coincidence that the monitoring of chemical companies suddenly broke down."
"But now I just want to sleep." Yan Yan turned around and stretched out long: "Brother Yan, handsome and charming, in order to enrich and entertain the amateur life of single young women in this city, he is on a blind date. On the long journey, I have suffered repeated defeats and repeated defeats, so much so that I have exhausted my efforts and exhausted myself, and I desperately need two hours of baby-like sleep to ease my tormented heart…”
Qin Chuan scoffed, "Don't put gold on your face, you will die? You want to be beautiful."
Yan Yan: "You're going to be wiped out, haven't you tried it?"
Qin Chuan: "..."
"By the way," Yan Yan suddenly remembered something, and stopped Qin Chuan, who was about to go out: "Please tell me to the fieldwork team, and let people focus on the crime scene and immediately arrange the second-hand luxury goods in the city. shop."
Qinchuan asked, "Second-hand store?"
"Look for the shoulders of the target that lack a zipper wedge head." Yan Yan said, "The brand is so new and highly recognizable, I don't believe it was taken home as a grocery bag."
Even in the city bureau, Yan Yan is a rare existence - he doesn't need to rest.
He is a monster who can fight for three days and two nights in a row, and he is a monster who runs 10 kilometers without rest. He can survive better than a habitual thief, more active than a serial killer, and more durable than a bank robber; after he had him, the leader of the detachment was finally able to spare time and perform a heart catheterization operation that he had not had time to do for many years. .
Yan Yan closed the curtains, lay on the table, closed her eyes and pondered the confession. An elusive guess arises from the bottom of my heart, but as long as I concentrate a little bit, the inspiration is like a naughty little fish, and it quickly slips away with a flick of its tail.
"Impossible, he's on drugs?"
"I often get together late, and I usually like to play games,"
"Maybe it's the achievement of miraculously flying at low altitude every time that gives him self-confidence..."
…
What makes a rich second generation with limited study time able to fly at a low altitude every time, and what makes him confident that he will be able to successfully take the exam
Switching to other universities, it is likely to be tricky, but Chu Ci's university can basically directly rule out the possibility of money.
- So, is this related to Feng Yuguang's death
Yan Yan took a deep breath, knowing that she had to hurry up and get some sleep, so she eliminated those distracting thoughts and buried her head in the dark space framed by the solid wood desk and her arms.
The voices outside the door gradually faded away, and the cars downstairs of the Criminal Investigation Detachment turned silent; in an instant, he sank into the half-dream and half-awake deep sea, and space and time were quietly reorganized, turning the long-forgotten subconscious to the surface.
In a trance, he left the office and stepped into a bustling hall.
There were constant laughter in the ears, and the splendid splendor seemed to be an extremely festive ceremony. He stood vaguely between the desks and chairs, and suddenly someone laughed behind him: "Why are you running around like a fly without a head, where are you, why don't you go and say thanks?"
Thanks, Yan Yan thought to herself, what thanks
Everything I did today was done by myself, who do I want to thank
But in the dream, he couldn't help himself, and he staggered and walked forward in the crowd. I don't know how many people who were laughing and blurry-faced, suddenly bright light appeared in front, and I saw a slender and tall figure with his back to him, leaning against the window, whispering something to the mobile phone.
"Aren't you going to have a toast with someone, Yan Yan? After so much tossing, if it wasn't for Team Jiang, would the second-class gong get you in the end?"
"Go up, what are you doing?"
"Look, you don't even know how to speak, aren't you usually good at talking? How stupid?"
…
No, my credit is earned by myself and has nothing to do with anyone.
Why should I make a toast? Who am I relying on? Is there anyone other than me who sacrifices their lives to hold back the drug dealer at a critical moment
There seemed to be countless voices clamoring in his heart, but the reality was that Yan Yan took a step forward. He couldn't control his hands and feet, and his heavy resentment couldn't stop the invisible greater thrust; as if repeating a certain fact, he raised his glass, and then he heard his younger voice say:
"That, Team Jiang..."
Then he saw that scene again.
Among all the dreams that seem to be true or false, only this scene is real, even clear and vivid as if it happened yesterday.
The figure was on the phone, but without turning his head, he only raised his hand. Five fingers are thin and palms outward, a gesture of gentle but decisive rejection.
"I see," said the man. "Go ahead."
There is no falsehood and condescension, and there is no need to flatter and please. All the anger and unwillingness were lost, and the psychological walls that were stacked up in layers were swept away in an instant.
The weightlessness made Yan Yan feel a little at a loss for a moment.
"Go," he heard the man intensify slightly.
Yan Yan didn't remember how he turned and walked away, the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head, but it could also be because of alcohol. The boiling anger that had been forcibly suppressed when he arrived suddenly disappeared, and the release of the pressure made the soles of his feet flutter, and he was confused, and the base of his tongue was filled with indescribable pain and numbness.
But he clearly should be happy.
He "proved" himself, although the enemy didn't care much and didn't even need him to fight anything.
Yan Yan walked through the crowded hall and through the twists and turns of the corridor. He deposited the blood and tears of more than ten years of criminal police career in his heart, and left behind five years of hard work and ups and downs of the deputy branch.
He walked to the familiar office, put his head on his arm, and fell into a short, hasty sleep.
jingle bell -
Yan Yan was shocked and suddenly woke up, only to see the phone on the table ringing wildly, and subconsciously answered: "Hello?"
He wasn't quite sober yet, but then Ma Xiang's loud voice rang: "Brother Yan! The case center received an alarm call, and the logistics was transferred directly to you!"
"What's the call?" Yan Yan was still a little confused, "Who called the police?"
The next second, Ma Xiang expelled his last trace of sleepiness.
"Lu Chengjiang," Ma Xiang said, "is the gentleman at the scene of the 502 frozen corpse case, who was in a wheelchair—remember? He called the police, and the logistics found that it was urgent. Let us hurry up and go there immediately."