"Is there a murder in 701 or an injustice through the ages?" Yan Yan's first reaction was this.
Jiang Ting glanced at him with a cigarette in his hand, and seemed a little helpless: "Nothing."
"That… "
"First of all, you need to know why some things seem so simple and irrelevant, but others are reluctant to tell you, even though from any point of view, it is an answer that is harmless even if it is leaked." Jiang paused, Said: "Because the truth is always intertwined. The truth of this society is like a crime. As long as a small corner is opened, experienced criminal investigators can dig deep into it and dig into the countless intertwined inside stories from ten to ten. Dig out of the eight hells, especially you."
"A front-line criminal policeman with strong capital as the background, presiding over the criminal investigation work of the provincial capital city public security, and at the same time having a strong desire to solve cases - it is very troublesome to meet any of the above three conditions, not to mention that you have all three points? Who can guarantee your The state is very stable and will not fall ill? If you rampage on the battlefield like a flaming tank, who can control the situation?”
Yan Yan was a little stunned by these rhetorical questions, and then pointed to himself: "I look like a person who can get sick at any time?"
Jiang Ting raised his eyelids to look at him and sighed.
"Hi-" Yan Yan took a breath in disbelief, "Then tell me what happened in 701, why Qi Sihao dare not continue to investigate Wang Xingye's fall from a building, I promise not to break the casserole and ask to the end."
Jiang Ting lowered his head and flicked the ash, which was very subtle, and then he said: "I didn't find out about this matter, but I found out about it, and the person who told me about it also took a lot of risk, because it It happened three years ago after the Gongzhou plastic factory exploded."
- Yan Yan was stunned for a moment.
At that time
Then how did Jiang Ting find out
"After the failure of that operation, the bureau set up an investigation team. The first task was to investigate whether the tip about the location of the drug dealer's dealings, which the undercover 'Rivets' ventured to pass to the police, was true. The police confirmed the tip before the operation began. It was Red Heart Q that was sent to the rivet through a certain encryption method. After the rivet was sacrificed, the investigation team got his electronic equipment. After a series of complex decryption, tracking and positioning, the technical team finally narrowed the scope to this community, and then This building was finally found to be Room 701."
"That is to say, if the news received by Rivet really came from Red Heart Q, then it was first sent by Red Heart Q sitting in Room 701 of this apartment building." Jiang Ting suddenly looked at Yan Yan in the smoke: " Next, do you think that if you can track all kinds of people entering and leaving this community from monitoring, you can find out the red heart Q?"
Normally it is. 80% of modern criminal investigation work relies on various types of surveillance cameras, so it often leads to a large number of detection tasks, which also shows from one side the boring routine of criminal police solving cases in reality.
But Yan Yan knew that since he asked this question, it meant that the Gongzhou investigation team failed to follow this path.
"Because after the surveillance was obtained, it was found that some of the vehicles entering and leaving this unremarkable community were registered under the names of private enterprises, and these private enterprises were inextricably linked with the families of officials at different levels: some were far-fetched, But some are ambiguous. If the monitoring time is further extended to check, there are several seniors at the senior level in the community, and even the deputy mayor of Gongzhou, Yue Guangping, who just retired at the time. "
Yue Guangping - Yan Yan suddenly remembered who he was.
Deputy Bureau Wei once said that Yue Guangping was the only one who insisted that Jiang Ting was not dead after the bombing, and might even be kidnapped by drug dealers, so he insisted on leading the rescue operation!
Jiang Ting didn't look at Yan Xun's unpredictable face, and his tone of narration was always flat: "These people and cars have their own reasons for entering and leaving the community, such as visiting relatives and friends or simply passing by, etc., which can be regarded as unfortunate. Fortunately, it is very difficult to carry out the investigation even so. If the scope of the review covers the entire community, it is not known how many sensitive and delicate relationships will be exposed in broad daylight; but if it only focuses on that building and Room 701, The surveillance conditions at that time were not possible.”
"—Of course, the investigation team three years ago had a lot of other clues, so it's not necessary to put a lot of pressure on it to investigate this community." Jiang Ting changed the conversation and said, "There are very few people who know the inside story, so This clue gradually fades away, you Bureau Lu should have participated in some work outside the investigation team to know the key."
"... Then who told you the inside story?" Yan Yan finally couldn't help asking.
Jiang Ting was silent for a moment, then said, "Yue Guangping."
"What is your relationship?"
Jiang Ting seemed to feel a little funny, although there was no smile on his face: "He is the old boss who helped me out, and the one who rescued me from the king of spades after the explosion, what do you think our relationship should be? "
Yan Yan's thoughts turned and she chased after him: "If the investigation team did rescue you back then, why didn't the government leave any records, and the file says that you were left without bones in the explosion?"
Jiang Ting hadn't touched that cigarette except for the first two puffs, and it was basically burnt to the end by himself. He pressed the faintly flickering red dot on the trash can to extinguish it, and said with a smile, "Did you just promise that you wouldn't break the casserole and ask to the end?"
Yan Yan was a little speechless.
"Whether Wang Xingye climbed up the building by himself or was coerced into it, he will die too much." Jiang Ting threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and said lazily, "We all know that the one who killed him must be the spades. K, but the scene was handled very well, no one could catch any clues to investigate... I think Wang Xingye didn't think before his death that the psychopath of Spade K really dared to kill people on the roof of that building. ."
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Han Xiaomei wanted to get out of the car but didn't dare. Staying alone in the Big G's cab felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Why did Team Yan suddenly get angry? Why did Consultant Lu confront each other? On the surface, it seemed that it was only because of Wang Xingye's fall from the building that he couldn't investigate, but in fact, even she could see that the real contradiction exposed by the dispute between the two was far more than that.
Consultant Lu—no, she corrected the name in her mind—is Captain Jiang.
It is almost impossible to find that person on the intranet. Even if there are still a few words circulating in the system, it is nothing more than a captain who died inappropriately in command, or an insider who is vaguely suspected of betrayal. The former is stupid and the latter is a shame, no matter what the truth is, it is enough to keep the top officials secret.
But Han Xiaomei felt that was not the case.
An idiot who ruined the life of his teammates due to improper command, would not rush to the scene to lock down the suspect at the first moment of the sniping, and would not lose the target vehicle after chasing him for hundreds of kilometers; When her life was at stake after the collision, she ordered an insignificant trainee police officer like her to stay in the car, go out alone to face the vicious gangsters, and buy time for the Yan team to arrive.
"Even if everyone talks about it, at least I can secretly keep my thoughts." She thought to herself, "As long as I don't say it."
Suddenly, a very familiar bell rang from the back seat—Yan Yan didn't bring his mobile phone when he chased after him, and Bureau Lu called him back.
Han Xiaomei's revolutionary consciousness, which was still very firm just now, was instantly dissipated. She turned her head to look at the back seat, and then desperately looked out the window. In just three seconds, she was in "Let the phone ring until it breaks" and "Hold the phone and get out of the car to find it." Team Yan fought back and forth for a hundred and eighty times, and then realized that the two choices were clearly evil. They both ended up in the same way. After the phone was cut off, Team Yan came back in a rage and tore her into small pieces of dried fish. .
"Hey... Hey," Han Xiaomei finally picked up the phone tremblingly before the ringtone hung up automatically: "Hello Director, I am an intern of Team Yan..."
Opposite Lu Bureau calmly "Oh" and asked, "How about your Yan team?"
Han Xiaomei said to her heart, "Go to the toilet!"
"Are you coming to Jiangyang County soon?"
From Gongzhou to Jianning, it is true that they have to go through Jiangyang County, but they have not left Gongzhou yet. Han Xiaomei dared to lie to the director, so she could only vaguely say: "Well, it's almost... It's almost there, but Team Yan has been in the toilet, that... it's been a long time... "
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone.
"Okay." Bureau Lu said calmly, "But Jiangyang County's investigation of Fan Zhengyuan has made progress, why don't you tell Yan Yan to let him hold it for now, and then go to Jiangyang County and continue to pull?"
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Ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz Big G continued to move forward at a high speed.
"After investigation, Fan Si's hometown is in a certain village in Jiangyang County, and he went back once before the incident. We are now arranged to accompany the local police and public security director to accompany us to conduct the search?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "Are you sure it is Fan Si? Fan Wu?"
Han Xiaomei nodded vigorously while driving.
Yan Yan leaned over her upper body and stared suspiciously at Han Xiaomei in the front row: "You must have heard clearly, Fan Wu's gang has weapons and bullets, in case they hit them head-on, I'll take you Che is old, weak, sick, disabled." Then he turned to Jiang Ting: "I'm pregnant. How can I fight?"
Han Xiaomei: "…"
Jiang Ting was immersed in the world of chess, and said without raising his head, "He said the opposite, I am old, weak, sick and disabled."
"But I'm not pregnant, am I?"
Jiang Ting said: "Then you have to be careful. I see that your waistline seems to be an inch thicker recently."
Han Xiaomei said aggrievedly: "..."
Yan Yan suddenly received a new text message, he picked it up and looked at it, a little puzzled: "Why did Lu Jugang publish a popular science article in the criminal investigation group that young and middle-aged men are prone to hemorrhoids after sitting on the toilet for a long time?"
Han Xiaomei immediately turned her head back, pretending she didn't know anything.
The so-called subordinate villages of Jiangyang County are actually quite a distance away from Jiangyang County. Because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, the township police station has to manage several vast hills, so each village has set up a public security director who is not included in the establishment. The sheep of the family eat the grass of the north family; the external role is to use the advantages of the local people to cooperate with the police in the police station when a "big event" occurs.
A search like this is a matter of course for Yan Yan, and for the local police station and the chief of public security, it is a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Bureau Lv had already said hello to Jiangyang County, and he had probably specifically told him that "time is urgent, let our deputy criminal investigation branch come back to preside over the work as soon as possible", so when Yan Yan and the others arrived at the township police station, the police Chang has personally led a thin middle-aged policeman to wait at the gate with sincerity and fear.
There was not much chatting when we met, and there was no time to drink. Yan Xun stuffed two packets of soft China into one person, said goodbye to the director, and took the policeman who was so happy to see his teeth into the car, and then drove all the way to the village. The mountain road was extremely difficult to walk. By the time it got dark at the entrance to the village, the local security officer was collecting watermelons from his melon field, and was sitting on the tractor waiting for them, shaking his big fan and picking his feet.
Yan Xun asked Jiang to stop in the co-pilot, and sat in the back seat with the skinny policeman. He was already chatting all the way, and he patted him and said, "Go tell this uncle, just say I know it's hard to lead the way in the middle of the night. , don't let him work in vain, and quickly take us to Fan Si's house, I bought all his watermelons."
The skinny policeman was happy to be a favor, and opened the car window and spoke to the mud-legged director in local dialect. As a result, the director was very happy when he heard it, and repeatedly praised it, and immediately took out a sharp long knife from his back waist.
Yan Yan: "...?!"
Yan Yan stretched out his hand to touch the gun on a conditioned reflex, and the police hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, wait, he wants to cut melons for you to eat!"
Yan Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What to eat, it's getting dark! Tell him don't cut it, don't cut it - hey, or just cut a piece, our delicate and expensive consultant Lu hasn't eaten anything until now. Come to Consultant Lu to eat a piece of melon to quench your thirst..." He took the sweet and red watermelon cut by the police officer and handed it to Jiang Ting in Han Xiaomei's drooling eyes.
"Want to eat?" Jiang Ting asked in a low voice.
Han Xiaomei nodded eagerly.
"Drive," Jiang Ting instructed, "I'll cut it for you when I'm done."
Han Xiaomei was greatly encouraged and started the G65 to keep up with the tractor of the security officer in front.
The lights in the village are turned off at night, and the mountain road is truly invisible. Even if the two headlights on the front of the car are shining, it cannot penetrate too far. At this time, the advantages of the local people came into view. The tractor made a lot of laps, and finally made a round of nine bends and eighteen bends. It stopped in front of a certain slope, and the security officer turned around and shouted at Big G. .
"You can't drive it, you have to rely on people to walk." The police translated to Yan Yu: "The back is the house where Fan Si lived in the village."
"Okay, please take us there." Yan Xun took out the banknotes from the wallet. In the dark, he didn't count how many. He felt the thickness and stuffed it into the policeman's head, signaling him to hand it over to the uncle: "Han Xiaomei Waiting in the car, Consultant Lu come with me, remember to bring the survey box."
The professional melon farmer and the amateur part-time public security officer sold a whole tractor watermelon. He couldn't help but feel refreshed and his steps were very brisk. He led the other four policemen up the dirt slope and went around a long winding ridge road. Came to a brick house surrounded by broken walls, indicating that this is the house.
"No one?" Yan Yan confirmed again.
The security officer waved his hand vigorously, and the policeman translated: "He said that Fan Si left the village many years ago, and he came back occasionally a while ago. In the backyard of Xiaopo, he left again the next day. This village is not big at all, if there are new faces, the whole village will know about it in less than half a day, Fan Si can’t sneak back without anyone knowing.”
Yan Xun said in her heart, of course I knew that Fan Si couldn't sneak back. He was so dead that he couldn't die any longer. Even if he came back, he would still be a ghost. But these days, ghosts are far from scary. Looking for the king of spades, what does it have to do with the people's police
So he sent the chief of public security, touched Heihejiang and stopped wearing shoe covers and gloves, and asked the thin policeman to stay outside the yard to guard, jumping over the wall and entering the house.
This is a typical rural home building. The glass is broken, the walls are smeared with cement, and the flashlight shines around. It can only be described as the four walls of the house. Yan Yan pushed open the creaking wooden door, turned Jiang to stop with his elbow, and whispered, "Hello?"
"what?"
"Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"… "
"If you are afraid, you can hold your husband's hand for comfort, now."
Jiang Ting stared at the sturdy, muscular male arm stretched out in front of him, who had spent a lot of money and time in the gym at first sight. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Yan Xun laughed loudly: "I said you, the academic school, don't be too self-aware..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ting suddenly raised the flashlight to the tip of his chin, letting the light show his pale face from below, and stuck out his tongue gloomily at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan: "..."
Then Jiang Ting turned and walked away with a blank face.
The three brick houses were as empty as it appeared, with no axe, drugs, guns or bullets, or anything that would be sufficient evidence.
- but it's definitely not right. Fan Zhengyuan hadn't been back to his hometown for many years, but he came back once before the assassination of Jiang Ting. According to the normal criminal investigation logic, he either came to fetch things or hide things, so he wouldn't just run around for nothing.
Yan Yan walked around in the main room a few times, thinking about getting out of the room, only to hear everything in the backyard, and then Jiang Ting's voice came: "Hello!"
"Hey, what are you doing? When you go out later, you will be asked 'What's the name of the gentleman you are marrying?' Do you want to say 'His surname is Wei'?" When he walked to the backyard, he saw Jiang Ting with his back to him, squatting on the overgrown ground, as if trying to lift something from the ground.
"Oh, your posture is very upright. What is this?"
"..." Jiang Ting didn't know if it was because he used too much force, but his voice felt like he was gnashing his teeth: "The cellar..."
Yan Yan was startled.
"What are you doing? Come and help!"
The cellar was covered with a slate, Yan Yan inserted the flashlight into the waistband of his trousers, stretched out his hand to prop up the other end of the slate, but did not immediately lift it up completely, maintaining that movement and stopped at the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to help? "
"… "
"Give me a pinch?"
"… "
"Otherwise you can pinch me." Yan Yan turned his head and gestured to himself.
Jiang Ting's small universe burst out from nowhere, with both hands together, boom! The slate was lifted firmly, revealing a tunnel under which only one person could pass.