The typhoon finally passed, and by the afternoon, the sky began to clear, and later, sea traffic resumed.
Lu Siyu and Song Wen finished investigating the scene of Wu Hongyou's suicide by hanging, went to a nearby farmhouse for a meal, and called Gu Bureau again. Then they returned to the Happiness Hotel and told Police Officer Du all the situation.
The explosion and Wu Hongyou's suicide will be investigated by the Xinchuan Municipal Bureau.
The notebook and the hair found at the scene will be used as important evidence in the 519 case, and they will be brought back to the Nancheng Bureau for further investigation.
Lu Siyu and Song Wen had no intention of staying, they bought the earliest ferry ticket in the afternoon, and then bought the bus ticket from Xinchuan back to Nancheng from the Internet.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, at the port of Nansha Island, a medium-sized ferry slowly approached the shore.
The boat was not as big as the one they were in on when they came, and the condition was not as good. The island was not navigable for almost two days, and some islanders who wanted to leave the island to do errands also took all kinds of luggage and boarded the ship.
The boat was docked at the pier for almost twenty minutes, and it took a while for it to open. At the time of departure, the people on the boat were about half full, and there were obviously many more people than when they came.
As soon as the boat started, Song Wen's cell phone dinged, he glanced at it, and Qiu Lan made a tearful expression, "Brother Song, we went to the beach to investigate the seabirds and only found out that you checked out when we came back, why are you doing this? Are you leaving soon?" The tone was obviously a little reluctant.
Song Wen pondered for a while, but returned to her and said, "Leave beforehand."
Qiu Lan returned to him after a while: "Okay... I knew that you are not as simple as a painter. Now that there is no cake shop, we can only eat farmhouses. Teacher Su will shorten the time for our line, maybe we will also be very happy. Going back soon. Also, Amy seems to have quarreled with Chen Zui recently, and she also bought a ticket to go back tomorrow, I hope she can quit those things when she goes back. "
She seemed to have a hunch that she might not have anything to do with Song Wen in the future, and she fought a lot at a loss. I want to put an end to this acquaintance.
Song Wen replied to her: "There will be a period later."
After a while, Qiu Lan also replied: "There will be a period in the future. I wish you happiness and happiness in the future..."
Lu Siyu listened to his phone ringing all the time, and asked sideways, "What, is there something?"
Song Wen shook his head: "No, Qiu Lan is saying goodbye, didn't I tell you?"
Lu Siyu sat by the window, looked sideways at the sea and whispered, "I changed the phone card back."
His face was indifferent and indifferent, as if those other people had nothing to do with him, he didn't need to communicate more with ordinary people, and only lived in his own world.
For him, this trip to South Shark Island is over, those people have never met before, and they should never see each other again in this life.
Song Wen put the phone back in his pocket and looked at Lu Siyu, the person in front of him was clean and estranged, and more importantly, he belonged to him.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the boat, all the people on the boat looked at the window, and Lu Siyu and Song Wen also turned their heads to follow.
The sun did not know when it cut through the clouds on the horizon, and rays of sunlight shot out from it, and a large group of seabirds suddenly flew out from the Nansha Island not far away.
If it hadn't been seen at this time, it would have been unimaginable that such a small island would have been hiding so many birds.
Under the sunlight, a large group of seabirds spread their wings from the island and made a clear chirping sound. There may be thousands of those birds. After the typhoon, they flew to the sky and are about to start their new journey. The team began to fly south.
The flapping wings of the seabirds seemed to be inlaid with a layer of golden feathers under the sunlight. The scene was spectacular and beautiful, like a beautiful oil painting.
And the South Shark Island, as their transit point, became their shelter when the typhoon came.
Seeing such a scene, Lu Siyu couldn't help but leaned sideways against the glass and looked up at the seabirds.
The golden sunlight plated a gold thread on his side face, and his eyebrows were reflected on the glass. Song Wen saw a move in his heart, and wrapped his arms around Lu Siyu's shoulders. He also leaned over and looked out the window. .
This cruise ship took them away from the island far away from the world, the prosperous city in Nancheng, waiting for their return.
In the afternoon, in the Nancheng Bureau.
Nancheng was also affected by some typhoons this time. It rained for a few hours from last night to the morning, and finally cleared up in the afternoon. The typhoon gar did not break through the barrier of Nancheng this time. Went to the mausoleum city.
As soon as the wind and rain stopped, Song Cheng went to a nearby hotel to pick up Wu Qing.
It is still during the October 1st holiday, but the Nancheng Bureau is full of intense work scenes.
All computers and personal items in the office were tagged and moved out one by one.
These items range from desktops and notebooks to small storage boxes, printing paper, and pens. A team of technical investigators from the provincial bureau is checking all office hardware and software.
From these various measures and details, it is not difficult to see the determination of the leaders to check the city bureau even after digging three feet into the ground.
Song Cheng pushed Wu Qing's wheelchair, accompanied by Gu Ju, and walked through the corridor of Nancheng Bureau.
Several personnel from the technical investigation saw several leaders coming over and came out to say hello: "Good afternoon Song Bureau."
Song Cheng asked the head of the group: "Ye Zheng, is the current verification going well?"
That person was a technical investigator brought by Song Cheng from the provincial bureau, called Ye Zheng. This person is not tall, a little thin, with a baby face and slightly curled hair. He looks like a college student, or if he wears a schoolbag and a school uniform, some people believe that he pretends to be a high school student.
But this person is actually the deputy captain of technical investigation of the Quanjiang Provincial Bureau. He is 27 years old this year.
The so-called technical reconnaissance is technical reconnaissance, that is, the use of scientific and technological means to collect and preserve evidence.
Ye Zheng graduated from university and entered the provincial bureau, and is a veteran in this line of work.
At this time, he turned the electronic pen in his hand to report: "All the computer scans for the internal personnel of the police station will be completed in about two hours. In addition, all communication equipment, call records, account information, and assets under the name are also being verified. among."
Song Cheng hummed and reminded, "Don't forget the relevant information about your family."
Ye Zheng replied, "The spouse's information is also being inquired."
Wu Qing waved his hand and said slowly: "This case is different from ordinary cases, but anything that ordinary people can think of, it leaves too many traces, you should pay attention to the search, the information under the names of relevant retired personnel and minor children, especially Some horns can't be spared either."
He was afraid that the children might not realize that they were facing a very cunning fox.
Ye Zheng smiled and said: "Teacher Wu, don't worry, I know that the people inside the police station are to be investigated. As a person who betrays police intelligence, he is naturally familiar with general reconnaissance methods. It is not easy to catch them out. things, but as long as we give us some time, there will always be clues."
Song Cheng said: "Don't worry, check slowly, don't be in a hurry." Then he solemnly said, "I'll give you two more days."
Gu Ju heard Song Cheng's first sentence. I thought I could give it a few days, but I didn't expect the result the day after tomorrow, so I became nervous.
Ye Zheng has long been accustomed to this kind of work rhythm, and nodded: "Okay!"
Since Song Cheng dealt with Xu Changying's funeral and brought Wu Qing to Nancheng, he proposed to clear the Nancheng Bureau and find the source of rumors and news.
This time, the entire city bureau is the scope of the cleaning, and the Criminal Investigation Division is the focus. All relevant police officers’ various information and information after they have been hired will be checked.
For the sake of rigor, since they settled in the City Council, all personnel unrelated to the City Council's recent work are not allowed to enter the City Council building.
The technical investigation team started working all night.
Gu Bureau listened to Song Cheng and Wu Qing arranging the work, thinking that this provincial bureau is really efficient. If they were to check themselves, I'm afraid it would take a month.
There are no cases in the past few days. It seems that after the October holiday, the investigation will be over.
As the direct leader of the Municipal Bureau, he has always been very uneasy. In the Nancheng Municipal Bureau, will anyone betray the news, and if so, who will it be...
Song Cheng asked again: "By the way, Gu Ju, Song Wen has returned your call?"
Gu Ju hurriedly replied: "Yes, I got in touch at noon today. Song Wen said that he was with Lu Siyu and could return to Nancheng later."
Song Cheng's tense expression finally relaxed, but his tone was still serious: "When I come back, I will personally listen to your detachment leader's explanation!"
Hearing Song Cheng's ending sound a little heavier, Gu Ju sweated down: "Okay, I'll call him again and ask him to get out of the car and rush to the city bureau immediately."
Song Wen was recommended by him to get on the horse. As soon as he took office, such a big thing happened, and Song Wen turned around and went after Lu Siyu. Gu Bureau was helpless and could only deal with it all by himself. Fortunately, the provincial bureau chief did not punish the matter too much, but asked Song Wen's whereabouts several times.
Waiting for Bureau Gu to call, Wu Qing pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said to Song Cheng: "The communication was interrupted when I arrived on the island, and it has only recovered until now. It's a bit strange..."
Hearing this, Song Cheng frowned again: "Do you mean sabotage?"
Wu Qing thought for a while and said, "It's too simple to destroy the communication on the island, but finding the base station and destroying the power supply will be enough to disrupt the communication on this small island with a small population... If this It's not an accident, it seems that some people don't want them to contact the outside world." Having said this, Wu Qing felt a faint sense of unease.
In any case, Song Wen and Lu Siyu heard that they had left the island safely. Wu Qing hoped that his feeling was wrong.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, on the bus from Xinchuan to Nancheng, Song Wen closed the sketchbook and rubbed his eyebrows. He just drew another half of the picture, the car was shaking, and he, who was not motion sickness, felt a little dizzy.
Song Wen carefully put the book into the handbag, but his wrist still touched the zipper of the schoolbag. Song Wen frowned slightly. The injury on his left wrist was not yet healed, and the movement would cause a burning pain.
Then Song Wen turned his head to look at Lu Siyu, who was sleeping on his right shoulder. From this angle, Lu Siyu's skin was snow-white, his eyelashes were long, and he moved gently with his shallow breathing.
The car had already got off the expressway and was about to arrive at Nancheng. Although it was only a few days, it seemed that it had been a long time. Although Song Wen could not bear to disturb his good dream, he still poked Lu Siyu and called him. Wake up: "Good, it's almost time to stand, wake up, sweat, don't catch a cold later."
Lu Siyu hummed, leaned for a while, and rubbed Song Wen's shoulder like a small animal.
They took the boat for nearly three hours, then the car for another hour, and finally returned to Nancheng before night.
Whether it is by boat or car, it is swaying and noisy. The carriage and horses were exhausted, and Lu Siyu felt a little dizzy. As soon as he got in the car, he curled up and leaned on Song Wen's shoulder, and finally fell asleep for a while.
The car dealer entered the underground parking lot, and Lu Siyu was a little reluctant to open his eyes. Last night was another typhoon and another explosion. He went to investigate the scene again early in the morning, but he didn't sleep well at all.
Song Wen helped him with his messy hair, "Wait back, go home and sleep at night."
Lu Siyu asked, "Where are we going now? Is the city bureau?"
He was in a daze before, as if listening to Song Wen answer a call from Gu Ju.
Song Wen nodded, stood up and took the backpack from the luggage rack with one hand: "Gu Bureau specifically called, and we'll take a taxi and go directly to the City Bureau."
Then he took off Lu Siyu's bag and handed it to him: "My dad and Uncle Wu are both here."
Lu Siyu heard the words Uncle Wu and knew it was referring to Wu Qing. It seems that this time, both the provincial bureau and the city bureau are taking this matter seriously. Before he came, he only told Teacher Wu of his whereabouts. He had heard about the rift between Wu Qing and Song Cheng before, but he didn't know how Song Cheng invited Wu Qing back.
Song Wen put the handbag with the sketchbook into the backpack. Lu Siyu looked at it and thought of the two pieces of evidence that were now on the side of Song Wen's backpack. This was the biggest gain of their trip, the diary. They have already photographed it with a camera and have been prepared, and the hair needs to be sent to the physical examination department for testing.
In addition to explaining this, Lu Siyu was also a little nervous about seeing Song Cheng.
In Song Wen's description, he had already had some impressions of this strict father. In any case, he was also Song Wen's father, the direct leader of the provincial bureau. He was uneasy about such a meeting...
The car stopped completely, and Lu Siyu and Song Wen walked out of the car's underground parking lot following the flow of people.
They usually take the high-speed rail more often. This time, they chose this mode of transportation because the port of Xinchuan is the closest to the bus station. Only cars can go anywhere. This is the first time they have come to this station, and now both of them can't find the north.
Nancheng North Bus Station is located in the center of the city, not far from the exit, which is the most prosperous street in Nancheng.
At this time, at the exit of the passengers, a lot of drivers surrounded them. Watching them go out with their bags, they enthusiastically surrounded them and asked, "Where are you going? Where are you going? Are you going to Xiang An? Are you going to Xiang An?"
"The price is negotiable, there are still two missing, Huaixi District."
Some people came to pick up their luggage directly and enthusiastically, and if they didn't know each other, they thought they were here to pick up people.
Song Wen kept avoiding those people, walked to the door, and asked kindly, "Are you going to Nancheng Bureau?"
The driver didn't hear it clearly. Maybe he couldn't believe it. He frowned and asked, "What city bureau?"
Song Wen touched his nose and repeated: "The Municipal Public Security Bureau..."
The driver understood this time, and his face turned pale: "Ask someone else, that I won't go..." Before finishing a sentence, he turned around and ran.
Song Wen wanted to ask others, but when he turned his head, the drivers of the black cars were stunned like flying birds, and dispersed, and the light around the exit quickly cleared.
"We are really not fishing for law enforcement, the police also need to take a taxi..." Song Wen sighed.
Lu Siyu said, "Let's take a regular taxi."
The two walked out of the station all the way to the bus stop across the road. Lu Siyu took out his mobile phone and used the taxi app unskillfully, while Song Wen waved and wanted to stop a taxi.
It is now more than five o'clock in the evening. It has been getting dark early recently, and the sky will be dark.
The city seems to be full of traffic before they set off. At this time, everyone is in a hurry, taxis are rushing to shift shifts, and private cars are afraid of encountering traffic jams during peak hours.
Two minutes later, a taxi stopped beside them, and the driver rolled down the window: "Which way are you going?"
Song Wen hurriedly said, "Go to Xicai Street."
It was estimated that it was on the way. The driver waved his hand and said, "Come up quickly, I'm rushing to change the shift."
Song Wen finally calmed down and said, "Master, please open the trunk."
Lu Siyu took Song Wen's bag: "I'll go put the luggage, your injury is not healed yet, don't bother."
It was the first time Song Wen saw him take the initiative. After listening to Lu Siyu's words, his heart warmed. He was not stubborn, handed the bag to Lu Siyu, leaned against the car and watched him, waiting for him to come back.
Lu Siyu took the bag. When he saw Song Wen carrying it, he felt very relaxed, but now that he is carrying the two bags, the two bags are quite heavy.
The trunk flicked open softly. Lu Siyu had just put one bag away and lowered his head to put the other one. As soon as he looked up, he saw a man standing on the side of the road not far away.
It was a man in his thirties, with messy hair and a thin body. He was hunched over his waist and his eyes were blood red. He stared in their direction, gasping for breath, looked in his direction, and then looked again. See Song Wen.
Lu Siyu didn't know who this person was, and had no impression in his mind at all, but he intuitively felt that the man was looking at them.
Then the man rushed over quickly.
"Song Wen!" Lu Siyu called Song Wen almost subconsciously. Before his hand was removed from the schoolbag, he was bumped by the man, and the schoolbag in his hand fell to the ground.
All this happened so quickly that Lu Siyu didn't react at all.
A very soft voice pierced through the air, and then he felt a pain in his abdomen, and something sharp pierced his clothes, cut through flesh and blood, and pierced into his body.
It was a fruit knife, and Lu Siyu's body slumped, half leaning on the car. He covered the wound with one hand, and the other hand grabbed the man's hand holding the knife, holding the man firmly.
The man wanted to grab the knife and twisted it with his hands desperately. Lu Siyu held him tightly with his hands. The hard knife was stuck in his body. He could even feel the stroke of the knife's tip, the metal It was cold, as if its internal organs and flesh were frozen. He felt that he had always been good at enduring pain, but at this time he couldn't help but make a low "uh", enduring the severe pain before letting go.
The man didn't grab the knife, so he gave up the weapon and turned around and ran.
At this time, Song Wen rushed over, raised his leg and hit the opponent's abdomen with a knee, and then hit the opponent's ear with his elbow. The man was in pain, reached out and grabbed Song Wen's left wrist, Song Wen's wound was taken, but he did not hold him for a while. Then the man seemed to be crazy, broke free from Song Wen, turned over the green belt by the roadside, and ran towards the center of the road.
The man ran very fast, as if he had already planned this escape route, Song Wen ignored the injury on his wrist and chased a few steps forward.
What the man did was undoubtedly a suicidal move. This was the bustling city near Nancheng Bus Station. Just as he rushed to the middle of the road, a car trying to catch the red light had no time to brake and slammed into him with a bang. The man was knocked out more than three meters away and fell into a pool of blood.
Such a change happened almost in an instant, the entire intersection was in uproar, and the vehicles stopped one after another.
It is hard for people to imagine that such a scene happened in the most prosperous downtown area of Nancheng.
Song Wen turned around to see Lu Siyu's condition. Lu Siyu couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes darkened, and his body fell forward, just in time to be supported by Song Wen who came over.
There were bursts of severe pain from the wound. Lu Siyu pressed his hand firmly against the wound, panting quickly, his eyelashes blinked, and he wanted to say something, but he felt the blood rush up, and his body trembled in pain. Can't tell. Song Wen held him in his arms, feeling that his heart was about to break. He didn't dare to pull the knife. Seeing that Lu Siyu's lips turned white, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he used his left hand to make an emergency call, and his right hand was placed on Lu Siyu's hand to help him cover the wound in his abdomen. , the warm blood oozing from the fingers...