“… Microcrystalline Wax, Candelilla Wax, Hydrogenated Castor Oil, Hydrogenated Palm Kernel Oil, Hydrogenated Palm Oil, Iron Ionic Compounds.”
Yan Yan had gauze on her head and patted the analysis report on the dining table.
The zenith revolving restaurant invested by the Yan family is fragrant and the piano curls. As soon as the private room door was closed, the low-key laughter and conversation outside the door was completely isolated. Only a gap was pushed open above the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the sound of birdsong was heard in the high-altitude wind.
They didn't return to Jianning until almost three o'clock last night, and Yan Yan was directly taken to the ambulance by the branch. After learning that the deputy detachment leader was attacked by Fan Wu and other gunmen at night, most of the city bureau leaders were shocked. Bureau Lv rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night. When he arrived at the emergency room, he was wearing his slippers and even his body tea. I didn't even have time to get the tank.
The police center didn't make it clear, and everyone thought that Yan Yan had been seriously injured - who knew that Deputy Yan was worthy of being a monster-level man. His forehead was hit so hard, but he only broke his skin and bleed, and he didn't hurt his brain. . He sat in the emergency room while hanging by the water and reported to Bureau Lu the results of the search on the criminal Fan Zhengyuan's house, handed in 250,000 in cash, and then, as they agreed on the way, shot the kidnapper's gun away with one shot. Ann arrived on Han Xiaomei's head.
Han Xiaomei was very uneasy, but fortunately, Director Lu only looked at her a few times, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.
Yan Yan dealt with the cunning old director, and also dealt with the parents who came to hear the news. She slept in the hospital until noon the next day and was woken up alive by hunger. The full-blooded Vice Detachment Yan took a shower, shaved his beard, and put on a well-tailored shirt and trousers, just like the elite male protagonist of a domestic eight o'clock time-travel to an American crime movie, completely renewed from the inside out; then Only then did he take the technical investigation report and sauntered out to find Team Jiang for dinner.
Jiang Ting had already eaten it, with steaming coffee and afternoon tea cakes in front of him, he took the report with a frown: "Cosmetics?"
"Yes, cosmetic ingredients." Yan Yan devoured a plate of spaghetti lobster and let out a long sigh: "Technical detective Lao Huang said that the test results are exactly the same as the push-tube eyebrow pencil of the little girl in their department."
Jiang Zing nodded, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "But how do you know, have you ever used it?"
Jiang Ting covered his mouth and choked a few times, "Yang Mei has used it."
"What's the relationship between the two of you? It's not a curling iron or an eyebrow pencil all day long. Don't you two use the same bottle of facial cleanser together?"
"..." Jiang Ting said helplessly: "When Yang Mei was working as an informant in Gongzhou, she was in a nightclub to deliver an emergency report. She didn't have a pen at hand, so she used eyebrow pencil and lipstick. Later, she probably got caught in a spy film. The poison of the man, I use eyebrow pencil and lipstick every time, and change the color number according to the reliability of the tip…”
Yan Yan said solemnly: "Don't do this next time. Based on my analysis of more than ten years of criminal investigation work experience, she is trying to seduce you."
"… "
The two stared at each other, and after a long while, Jiang Ting finally clicked on the report: "I will admit the lipstick part, but the eyebrow pencil is not necessarily. At most, it can only show that the person who gave the money to Fan Zhengyuan may be a woman."
Yan Yan narrowed her eyes: "Red Heart Q?"
Jiang Ting was about to say something, when the box door was knocked twice, and then a young man stuck his head in with a "disturbed" expression on his face.
"Ma Xiang?" Yan Yan was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Ting beckoned him to come in: "I asked him to come over—have you brought anything?"
"I brought it, and I even found a computer." Ma Xiang put down his shoulders and called the waiter to order something to eat. Anyway, it was the restaurant opened by his brother Yan, and it was not the first time for him to come here. Now, ordering food must be bold and familiar. After ordering, he asked the waiter to go out, and he took it to the door tightly, and then took out the hard drive and computer from the bag under Yan Yan's suspicious gaze.
Yan Yan asked: "What are you two doing, sneaking behind my back?"
"I asked Ma Xiang to find your technical team and copied something from Wang Xingye's computer. I called and ordered in front of you on the way back to Jianning from Jiangyang County last night. Han Xiaomei can testify. "
"Why am I not impressed?"
Jiang Ting said coldly, "You were talking nonsense with a fever..."
"Ah, yes," Yan Yan suddenly remembered: "Is it when I vaguely planned for us to go abroad for our honeymoon?"
Jiang Ting was expressionless.
"Brother Yan," Ma Xiang said solemnly, "According to what I heard on the phone, it was when you said that Consultant Lu didn't look like a natural child. I wonder if I could give you two children smoothly."
Yan Yan: "…"
Jiang Ting turned on the computer, inserted the hard drive, and after a while, a dense array of folders popped up on the screen.
When Ma Xiang's order arrived, he sat on the other side of the dining table with his legs crossed and ate and drank, Yan Yan moved a chair and moved behind Jiang Zing. I saw that the screen was full, full of titles mixed with Japanese, English, traditional Chinese and meaningless characters that every straight man is very familiar with, which made Yan Yan suddenly feel a sense of intimacy.
"...Although I don't speak Japanese," Yan Yan put his chin in one hand, and said deeply in the pose of a thinker sculpture, "but thanks to several teachers who are both moral and artistic, the words "extremely written, thirty-way, and wasteful in the world" I still understand what it means... What are you doing?"
Jiang Ting slid the mouse down, and swept over the throbbing pornographic title, then suddenly paused, and clicked on a "Art Exhibition Related" folder.
"This guy with the surname Wang is also strange. He also has art exhibition materials stuffed in his special folder for raw films, so it's not too annoying to find it?" Ma Xiang said vaguely while eating: "Or he pays special attention to the combination of work and rest. , did you forget to jerk off to the teachers when you were working?"
Jiang Ting said, "No."
The information folder of the art exhibition is full of pictures imported from digital cameras. Jiang Zhe opened the first one and zoomed in. Then, to Yan Yan's expectations, a pair of female feet appeared in front of him in a very impactful posture. .
"This is Wang Xingye's private painting exhibition," Jiang Ting flipped through the albums one by one, and the constantly changing screen images glowed faintly in his eyes: "Wang Xingye can't announce it in his mouth, he can only hide it in the computer. A unique hobby that secretly appreciates…”
He paused and said, "Foot fetish."
Obviously, Ma Xiang didn't really click into the folder to see it when he copied it, and he was stunned with Yan Yan on the spot.
"How do you know he has a foot fetish?" Yan Yan reacted in surprise.
Jiang Ting sighed, "Remember when Wang Xingye just escaped, you searched his residence in Jianning, and found a bunch of women's socks of various colors and materials?"
Ma Xiang was stunned and said, "We then questioned some of his buddies, and those women claimed all the socks..."
"Do you think he kept these socks just for showing off?" Jiang Ting rhetorically quelled Ma Xiang: "No, collecting worn shoes and socks is one of the typical external characteristics of foot fetish, but it aroused me at the time. It's not this, but another point: the women are all between thirty-four and forty."
Yan Yan squeezed his chin: "I noticed it at the time, but I think it's just because he, as a middle-aged man, prefers mature people of the opposite sex..."
"It's not a liking, it's a fetish. You pay attention to all his paintings," Jiang Ting repeatedly clicked the drop-down button, and countless feet flashed on the screen: "These feet have a very distinct thing in common: they are painted with gorgeous nail polish. , not slender and small, and even inclined to plumpness and a sense of age. After a person's sexual fetish is formed, it will be extremely difficult to change. For niche fetishes, only satisfying psychological needs can cause physiological impulses - that is, only mature, plump And women with nail polish can induce Wang Xingye's physical desire. Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?"
The surroundings fell into silence, Ma Xiang even forgot the food, and a piece of sliced beef was not delivered to his mouth on the fork for a long time.
"...Bu Wei." Yan Yan murmured, "Bu Wei said that Wang Xingye sexually harassed her for a long time, and even nearly raped her once..."
Jiang Ting said: "This is impossible. Wang Xingye's own moral standards are quite low. If he has such a strong obsession with her, he will definitely steal her shoes and socks - but Ma Xiang also said just now that his family has all the All the ladies' collections have been claimed, and there is no Bu Wei's share."
Ma Xiang lost his voice: "That little girl is lying!"
"When I saw the four characters of 'Two Shi Wu Wan', I felt that they were too neat and delicate, not like Wang Xingye could write them, but that was just a feeling. Later, I saw the oily wax of the handwriting. The texture is so delicate, not like a crayon but like a brow pencil, that's a vague guess."
Jiang Ting closed the computer, and with a click, he raised his eyes and stared at Yan Yan: "We can probably guess the reason why Fan Zhengyuan was killed, but here is a paradox: if Fan Zhengyuan's killing was disciplinary, why hire him here? Wang Xingye, who killed me, was unharmed and did not receive any punishment? The only explanation is that Wang Xingye had nothing to do with this matter, and Fan Zhengyuan took over the private work of a female employer."
Ma Xiang was inexplicably at the side: "What? Hire him to kill Consultant Lu?" But no one paid any attention to him.
"... This female employer can get in touch with Wang Xingye's subordinates, and can bypass Wang Xingye and have private contact with the killer..." The countless vague doubts in Yan Yan's mind finally formed a complete line of logic: "Could it be..."
Jiang Ting said those two words coldly: "Bu Wei."
The box was silent for a moment, and the beef on Ma Xiang's fork fell back to the plate with a clatter.
Yan Yan suddenly grabbed the phone and stood up, walked around the dining table, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and made a phone call:
"Hey, Han Xiaomei, did you say last night that you were going to the hospital this afternoon to accompany Bu Wei?"
On the opposite side, Han Xiaomei didn't know what to answer, Yan Yan said solemnly: "Listen, don't ask why, go and do something for me right now."
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Hospital corridor.
Han Xiaomei hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, turned and pushed open the door of the ward.
The sun was shining brightly, pouring in from the clean glass window, and the girl's cheeks were white and tender, almost transparent. When she heard the door open, she raised her head from the picture book in her hand, smiled at Han Xiaomei, her pink lips curved into a very beautiful arc: "Sister, are you here?"
Han Xiaomei also laughed, trying to make herself look into Bu Wei's eyes as much as possible: "I just came from the office and happened to meet the doctor about the cost of follow-up treatment..."
Bu Wei put down the album and looked a little worried: "What did the doctor say?"
"Don't worry, you are a minor victim, and the basic expenses can be reimbursed." Han Xiaomei quickly said: "But there is one thing we can't make up for you, that is, the medication during the follow-up recuperation and hospitalization observation period, the doctor said. There are several options to choose from, and of course the price of each option will vary—you know, the hospital.”
Bu Wei said softly: "I don't have much money, so I can leave the hospital now..."
"The doctor said it's better to talk to your guardian." Han Xiaomei looked at her, but her tone was very natural: "I told him that you don't have a guardian for the time being, but you are already a big-minded girl, so you can find it yourself. The decision is made after consultation with the attending doctor. What do you think?"
Bu Wei's clear and long eyes fell on Han Xiaomei's face. After watching it for a while, she seemed relieved and said, "Well... can I do it myself?"
"If it doesn't work, I can only ask the bureau to try to notify your other relatives. Did your parents have other contacts during their lifetime, as well as aunts and cousins?"
As expected, Bu Wei immediately put down the album when she heard this: "Sister, then I'd better go by myself, I can do it myself. Is the doctor in the office?"
Han Xiaomei nodded and smiled.
I don't know why, maybe it's a psychological effect. Two days ago, she was still a loving little girl who could get along with her naturally, but suddenly she seemed to have undergone an indescribable change in language, and every move could take away the ward that was originally very uncomfortable. The thin oxygen makes it more difficult to breathe.
"It's the doctor who usually rounds the ward. You know him. His surname is Li." Han Xiaomei watched Bu Wei walk out of the ward, and suddenly added: "You can find him directly after you go there."
The girl turned around, thanked Han Xiaomei earnestly, and pushed the door out.
click.
Han Xiaomei maintained that movement, and her whole body stayed where she was.
Three seconds later, as if a switch had been turned on, she hurried forward, opened the door a crack, stuck her head out, and made sure Bu Wei was walking towards the nurse at the end of the corridor. Then she immediately closed the door of the ward, pulled the curtain on the glass of the door frame, turned and rushed to the locked bedside table, took out two hairpins from the pocket of the police uniform's trousers, stabbed them into the keyhole and twisted them a few times. .
With a soft click, the lock cylinder pops open.
Bu Wei's red schoolbag was quietly placed on the bedside table.
Every heartbeat of Han Xiaomei tugged at the flesh in her throat. She kept turning her head to pay attention to the movement at the door of the ward, while shaking her hand, she opened the bag and turned it over a few times. After a while, she finally touched Yan Yan and explained that she wanted to. looking for something-
A bunch of house keys.
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"Dr. Li has an operation, and he probably won't be back until after get off work. Do you have anything to do with him?"
There were people coming and going at the nurse's station. Bu Wei was still wearing a white floral nightdress, and her hands were politely folded in front of her. The expression on Wen Yan's face seemed to change suddenly.
"Do you have any questions to ask the doctor?" The head nurse looked at her with concern: "Should I give you a call?"
"..." Bu Wei took a half step back - but that was only half a step. Then she seemed to have controlled her emotions, smiled slightly, and nodded to the head nurse: "It's nothing, thank you sister, then I'll talk about it tomorrow!"
"Hey, you..."
What else did the head nurse want to ask, but the girl turned around and walked quickly across the corridor. She came to the door of the ward, stretched out her hand and pushed the door with force without hesitation, the force was so great that the door panel made a sound in the air—
call!
A tall, thin and quiet figure turned his back to her, sat in the armchair in front of the hospital bed, and gently turned a page of the album in his hand.
Bu Wei's pupils suddenly widened.
"Hello, I'm Lu Chengjiang, consultant of Jianning Municipal Bureau." Jiang Ting closed the album and turned around: "I hope you will cooperate to answer a few questions."
Jiang Ting's gaze and the girl looked at each other across the air. This side angle from bottom to top made each other's eyes reflect the most similar half of the silhouette to each other. It was obviously the height of summer, but the air seemed to condense into the most piercing ice slush, crushing the spine inch by inch from the tailbone to the back of the head.
Bu Wei's breathing became a little short, but Jiang Ting seemed to be unaware, looked at her and slightly tilted her head toward the hospital bed, saying:
"sit."
Meanwhile, downstairs in the hospital.
Han Xiaomei dashed down the steps, panting on her knees, just looking up and looking left and right, a Phaeton stopped silently in front of her from the crowd.
The passenger's window was lowered, revealing Yan Yan's stern face: "Get in the car."