Teng Wenyan, female, 16 years old, primary school education, shampoo girl in a third-rate beauty salon in Lingzhou City, S province.
In such a big city, I don’t know how many small workshops that dare to call themselves beauty salons without certificates, licenses or qualifications, install a few shampoo pools and two massage beds. Ji's young man was carrying a suitcase and hurried to and fro between the stations. Among the low-end groups with frequent mobility, it is normal for a little girl to disappear, and even the neighbors in the slums cannot attract the attention of the neighbors, let alone call the police.
But Teng Wenyan's disappearance two years ago was remembered in the police station.
Because she disappeared with the barber shop worker next door, and the worker had paid the boss half a month's salary in advance before disappearing. The 800 yuan was the main motivation for the barber shop owner to spend most of the afternoon in the police station.
"Apart from Teng Wenyan, I can't find any other information, and even Teng Wenyan may not be her real name, because the owner of the beauty salon can't find a copy of her ID card - who knows if she ever asked for a copy of her ID card. Gao Panqing held the materials that the Lingzhou Municipal Bureau had just faxed, and sighed a little: "The barber shop worker named Wang Rui has real identity information that can be checked down. We have already greeted the local police. Let them hurry up in the case of two lives."
Yan Yun and Qin Chuan put their heads together. The latter had been boiled for more than 30 hours, and his eyes were full of red bloodshots.
"I think so." Qin Chuan said in a hoarse voice with a cigarette in between, "Both Wang Rui and Teng Wenyan belong to the low-level floating population in society, and they are high-risk targets that are easily targeted by criminals. It takes too much time to check the household registration. Now, it doesn't help the case. Why don't we concentrate on starting from Lingzhou City, investigate the whereabouts of the two people on the day they disappeared, and try to find the burial site as soon as possible - that is, He Liang's execution site, what do you think, Lao Yan? "
Yan Yan folded his arms and his face was sinking like water.
Qin Chuan and Gao Panqing stared at him, and after a while, he suddenly said, "No, we must find out Teng Wenyan's background."
"Why?"
Yan Yanxin said, because she is the only one who is not a female student.
Jiang Ting has reminded that the ceremony is usually an external projection of the inner picture, that is to say, when the Spade K chooses a little girl, it is strictly based on Jiang Ting as the prototype to select the substitute. Just a tool to susten the execution complex.
Both Bu Wei and Li Yuxin are female students, and they are traditionally well-behaved and conservative little girls with good grades, which are in line with the characteristics of Jiang Ting's boyhood students. Only Teng Wenyan dropped out of school after graduating from elementary school and went to work. That is to say, the similarities between Teng Wenyan and Jiang Ting in other respects are likely to be her background.
What kind of family does she come from? Are you displaced and bullied
Which side of Jiang Ting's heart does she overlap with the king of spades
Yan Yan's phone vibrated suddenly and received a new message: [Are you busy? I was at the entrance of the city bureau and came out to eat. 】
Qin Chuan tilted his body forty-five degrees: "Who? Are you in love?!"
"No, an old friend from the police academy." Yan Yan replied with four words, and hurriedly put the phone back in his pocket, and clicked on the information in Gao Panqing's hand: "—Teng Wenyan's identity background may be the same as that of her and Wang. How Xingye knew this was related, if someone around her was taking drugs, she might be able to pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and pull out a nest of drug dealers."
Gao Panqing's face was suddenly enlightened.
"Anyway, let the Lingzhou Municipal Bureau go to Mopai first, and I'll come to have a meal." Before Yan Yan's voice could finish, someone had already rushed into the elevator: "Call me if you have anything!"
The two behind them looked at each other, and after a long while, Qin Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Is he in love?"
Gao Panqing: "..."
Qin Chuan was like being injected with a booster called gossip, and all his fatigue was swept away: "Come on, come and see!"
The large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment faced the south window, the blinds were stretched open, and the two heads rushed forward. Qin Chuan didn't even notice that the gold-rimmed glasses were squeezed by Gao Panqing. A few minutes later, Yan Yan's figure hurried out of the city bureau's gate, hurried through the traffic while the two watched excitedly, and walked towards a silver SUV across the road.
"Fuck..." Gao Panqing murmured, "Mercedes-Benz G65, the dream lover of all married men, the soul wife..."
Qin Chuan patted him on the shoulder: "Prepare the red envelope."
"What?"
"Only Mrs. Zhengfang can drive a concubine," Qin Chuan pushed his glasses, reflecting a wise light: "You brother Yan probably has a partner."
The front passenger's door rang, and Mrs. Zhengfang raised her head from the online chess: "So fast?"
Yan Yan buckled his seat belt, raised his head and stopped smiling at the river.
- This is Yan Yan, as long as he is willing, when he laughs, all the high-intensity pressure at work and the gloomy and violent emotions can all be hidden, and of course, including the condensed heart two hours ago cold and heavy suspicion.
"Isn't this afraid that you are hungry?" Yan Yan said smoothly, "What do you want to eat? Don't go too far."
Jiang Ting skillfully started the car, turned on the light, and said, "Have some porridge, and I'll send you back to work overtime after eating."
"Come to the intersection ahead for me to drive, can you drive?"
"What's wrong?"
Yan Yan comfortably leaned on the passenger seat: "Don't get me wrong, there is no trust issue between us, the main reason is that the family education I received since I was a child is that when a man is with his wife, he can't work his wife to drive. ."
The green light came on, Big G slowly moved forward with the traffic, and Jiang Ting glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"What are you doing peeking at me?"
"No." Jiang Ting seemed a little amused, "I was just thinking that your education is quite unique, what else is there?"
"Hmm..." Yan Yan thought for a moment, but he couldn't think of any of the ideas that his father and mother had instilled in his childhood that were unique to ordinary people. After a while, he said seriously: "When my husband was driving, there was a woman who was beside him. Can't get married?"
Jiang Ting's smile deepened and he said, "Then why do you dare to force it?"
Yan Xun also burst into laughter, and twisted the handle on Jiang Ting's inner thigh: "You dare to try to get the upper hand before you pass the door, but you'll pay back."
Jiang Ting hurriedly tilted his legs inward and looked up to observe the front and rear traffic.
His driving is very different from Yan Yan. Yan Yan is an old driver in the literal sense. When driving, his posture is relaxed and he leans back completely on the back of the seat. Often only his right hand is placed under the steering wheel, and he rarely uses both hands except for sharp turns. However, Jiang Ting leaned forward with his upper body and sat up straight. He held the steering wheel with both hands and raised his head slightly. He looked up at the rear-view and side-view mirrors every ten seconds. The driving behavior was standard enough to be taken directly to a driving school for teaching. template.
Just over two months ago, he was a patient with PTSD symptoms induced by accidentally witnessing a car accident. Many people who have had a tragic car accident have been unable to drive for a few years or even a lifetime, but he only used such a short time to force himself. Overcome psychological barriers.
Yan Yan looked at Jiang Ting and thought that he should have a powerful force in his heart that forced him to correct his behavior all the time.
But where does this power come from
Yan Yan finally did what he had been thinking about for several days - let Jiang Ting eat "real" seafood porridge.
Jiang Ting helplessly said: "Don't order it, I'll go back to work overtime after I finish eating, what do you mean by forcing people to put geoducks in the seafood porridge? Take the opportunity to eat me and kill it. Bar?"
Yan Yan returned the menu to the little waitress, and when the beautiful young girl in a satin cheongsam left, did she tick the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth: "What are you talking about, can I let my wife pay for it, so that I can marry you? It's like my Yan family's gate has been married at a loss?"
"Who married into..."
"And you can't stand it even if I'm really open to eating," Yan Yan said maliciously: "Let's close the door at night on this topic and coordinate within the family, ah, darling."
Jiang Ting got up immediately: "Waiter! Checkout!"
Yan Yan hurriedly pulled him back into his arms: "Oh, I'm joking with you, Team Jiang, Teacher Jiang, God Jiang... Sit down, this case has progressed today, and it's time to count on you to provide clues. , don't make a fuss, come back and help me take a look."
Jiang Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was dragged back to his seat by Yan Xunsheng. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and put his arms around him. He took out the domestic machine issued by the Municipal Bureau, and called up the most recent photos in the album: "Well, this morning. It was found in Amber Villa, one of Wang Xingye's secret strongholds, and the original has been handed over to the Technical Team of the Municipal Bureau for processing."
—On the phone screen are the first three pages of Wang Xingye’s notebook.
The three girls stared at Jiang Ting against a bright red background of the same color. Each of them had immature but delicate facial features and opened a pair of black and white eyes. They come from different places, have different surnames, and have completely different experiences and backgrounds; they don't seem to be related except that they are both victims, but only Yan Yan knows that under the hidden front of their clothes, they all have that dimple on their shoulders. Cursed red mole.
If three girls are lying side by side, they may be less than two inches apart from their red moles.
Jiang Ting looked at the phone, but he couldn't see any emotion on his face. He only narrowed his pupils slightly. After a long time, he finally tapped the screen with his thumb: "Why doesn't this girl surnamed Teng have an address?"
At this time, all the porridge, noodles and side dishes they asked for came up. While mixing Jiang Ting's bowl of porridge with a four-digit price with a white porcelain spoon, he avoided the important things and ignored the information about Teng Wenyan that Lao Gao had investigated, as well as the situation explained by Xiao Hua Arm. Having said that, he did not mention the details of the discovery of Jiang Ting's photo in the notebook: "The current investigation focuses on Teng Wenyan's background, and strives to find out the connection between her and Wang Xingye. Wang Xingye is the broker and liaison of the big drug lord. People, with him as the center radiated a network involving drug trafficking, kidnapping, buying murder and other crimes, we can't just limit to this kidnapping case, but to knock down the entire criminal network."
Jiang Ting glanced at him: "Wang Xingye's criminal network is obviously beyond the scope of S province. You want to wipe him out from the city of Ning? Are you so motivated? Hmm..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was fed by Yan Yan. spoon seafood porridge.
The seafood porridge is really worth the price, and the fragrance is so delicious that one can swallow one's tongue. Jiang Ting was caught off guard and was fed several mouthfuls by Yan Yu before he waved his hand to block the next wave of attacks: "Put down, let me down, I'll do it myself..."
Yan Yan glanced back. The five-star hotel restaurant is luxuriously decorated, and there are consumption requirements for the seat, so there are not many people around. He watched the waiter turn his back and took a mouthful of porridge, leaned over and quickly fed it to Jiang Ting, the delicious taste mixed back and forth between his lips and tongue, and swallowed it all down unconsciously.
The waiter turned around, and the tip of Yan Yan's tongue rolled on Jiang Ting's palate immediately, and then she sat up straight with a serious face, as if nothing had happened.
"..." Jiang Ting blushed from cheek to ear, and the waiter asked eagerly, "Would you two gentlemen add ice water?"
Yan Yan smiled and said, "No, he's not hot, he's too excited."
The waiter didn't know why, and left in confusion.
Jiang Ting wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin without raising his head: "The sky is bright in broad daylight..."
"Government officers are openly molesting good women and men here." Yan Yan replied, "After molesting, I have to go back to the yamen to work."
Jiang Ting: "..."
"If you don't work, how can you completely destroy the Wang Xingye criminal gang?" Yan Yan looked at him playfully, and pointed out: "If you don't completely kill the surnamed Wang, how can you approach the king of spades and get this All the secrets of the drug lord gang are revealed to the world?"
I don't know if it was Yan Yan's illusion, Jiang Ting paused slightly.
"What's wrong?" Yan Yan asked sharply without giving him any time to react.
Jiang Ting maintained the movement of holding the napkin with both hands, only showing the top half of his face, and glanced at Yan Yan with a pair of black eyes. Just as Yan Yan was waiting for him to find an excuse to cover up, he saw that he raised his chin to the photo album on his mobile phone, put down the napkin, and his whole face looked as usual: "I'm looking at this girl."
It's Buwei.
"What is she doing?" Yan Yanruo asked with a smile.
Jiang Ting frowned, as if he didn't feel the strangeness of Yan Yan's voice at all, and said, "I feel that she is not the same as Li Yuxin and Teng Wenyan."
- It's really different, after all, Bu Wei is the only little girl who looks like him and is called by the K of spades worth two hundred million.
Did he find it? Yan Yan's cheek muscles involuntarily tightened slightly.
However, at the next moment, Jiang Ting whispered, "Because she is the only one laughing."
In the three two-inch bareheaded photos, Li Yuxin was expressionless and stared at the camera indifferently - that was because the moment Wang Xingye pressed the shutter, she knew that her mother was taking drugs, and she knew who was taking pictures of herself, that cold expression Then came resentment and alienation towards the biological mother.
Teng Wenyan was restrained and fearful, her shoulders shrugged carefully—that was because she only had an elementary school education, she came out to work early, and knew the hardships of life. No matter how Wang Xingye approached her and took this photo, it was normal for her to feel nervous and afraid of offending Wang Xingye.
Only Bu Wei was smiling.
That smile is never obvious just by looking at the corners of the mouth, but apart from the corners of the mouth, there is a kind of indescribable look that seeps out from the bottom of the girl's eyes, layer by layer, unstoppable, just like a deep-sea pearl even if it is placed In the dark, it can emit a gentle halo that artificial pearls can never have.
Under what circumstances did Wang Xingye take this photo of her
What was behind the camera during the shoot that made her smile so much
"I see." Yan Yan said without raising his head while eating, "But this situation is more complicated. First of all, when Bu Wei was taken this photo, her parents had passed away for a while, and Wang Xingye was an adopter instead of an adopter. The identity of the persecutor appeared in her life; secondly, she was the youngest, thirteen years old, not yet the age of a governor, so she was different from Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin, who were sixteen or seventeen years old."
Jiang Ting stared at the smiling girl's face on the phone screen, closed his eyes, opened it a few seconds later, and returned the phone to Yan Yan: "She laughed so much that I didn't feel well."
"Well, I originally planned to go to the hospital to chat with her tomorrow morning. Are you coming?"
"Why did you ask me to go?"
Yan Yan didn't say a word, and didn't mention Bu Wei's strange behavior several times in the hospital, intentionally or unintentionally. He picked out the star anise from the fried beef river and threw it on the table, smiled and raised his eyebrows at Jiang Ting: "You are just a little daughter-in-law who has just passed the door and hasn't received the certificate, can you rest assured that your husband will visit the female victim alone? ?"
Jiang Ting took a deep breath: "Deputy Yan, I must..."
Before he finished speaking, the phone rang, it was Ma Xiang.
Yan Yan raised an index finger, smiled and unquestionably signaled Jiang Ting to shut up, with the words "I have the final say" written all over his face.
"Hey Ma Xiang, your consultant Lu is sitting on my lap and acting like a spoiled child, what's the matter?"
"In broad daylight, Master Lu has openly molested our officials. Is it a distortion of morality or a loss of humanity, or Brother Yan, you finally decided to sell your body in order to solve the case?" Ma Xiang said loudly, walking with the wind: "If you want to betray Hurry up, if tomorrow's grandson surnamed Wang is unfortunately arrested, there is no reason to sell the beauty you have treasured for more than 30 years!"
"Fuck, aren't you testing my party spirit as a people's policeman? Are we still going to arrest Wang Xingye?" Yan Yan asked, "What are you doing, there are clues in Jiangyang County?"
"no!"
"That… "
"Two months ago, when Ding Jiawang and Hu Weisheng were involved in the drug control case, a sniper detonated the anti-drug scene on the night of the operation. After the event, comprehensive ballistic recovery, public security monitoring, eyewitness testimony, and bloodstain DNA at the scene were all clues. You asked the technical team to rebuild it. The 3D image of the suspect's face will be handed over to the provincial department for data tracking..."
Yan Yan interrupted him: "Isn't that saying that the provincial department can't find out at all, and can only turn it over to the ministry?"
"The ministry has given a matching result, and I just went down to our city bureau layer by layer." Ma Xiang paused and sold out: "Guess why the provincial department couldn't find this person before?"
Yan Yan put her phone against her ear and frowned.
He could feel Jiang Ting's eyes staring at him from the side, but as if he didn't see it, he tapped the edge of the table with his middle finger. After pondering for a while, a certain guess gradually became clear in my mind, and I couldn't help taking a breath:
"...He's a foreigner?"
"Yes!" Ma Xiang said helplessly: "After a long time, the turtle son is not Chinese at all. He is of Burmese ethnicity. He has a lot of criminal records in Burma because of murder and smuggling. His mother is a professional habitual criminal!"
"Send his case information here." Yan Yan ordered immediately, and then said as if she was purely casual: "It happens that your consultant Lu is here, you can let him look at it for us, maybe he knows other clues."
Jiang Ting's fingers on the table shrank slightly.