Chu Ci had never met Long Jiwei. When he was attacked on the Panshan Highway, Long Jiwei had been sitting in a well-shielded car and never showed his face from the beginning to the end.
But he is very sensitive to this name. Whether it was the past of this person learned from Han Yue, or the words revealed from Han Yue's group of friends, they all fully demonstrated the deterrence and energy of the name "Long Jiwei".
Chu Ci is a person who doesn't talk much, but is very good at observing and accumulating. For a while, he paid more attention to Long Jiwei than he did to the Han family back then.
But the world Long Jiwei came into contact with was too far away from ordinary people like them, and Chu Ci didn't dare to rashly include him in his plan, so in the end he gradually gave up paying attention.
"... May I ask what is your business?"
Chu Ci sat in the armchair with her head up, and folded her hands in front of her chest, which was a subconscious expression of psychological defense.
Long Jiwei asked: "You seem to be afraid of me?... Indeed, I seem to have almost killed you. Panshan Highway, right? If it wasn't for Han Yue who sacrificed his life to protect you, I would have almost given up your existence." Ignore it. After all, who would have thought of such a coincidence in the world."
Chu Ci frowned, staring at him silently.
Long Jiwei's face is indeed extremely young, and even his character, the way he speaks, and his gestures, it is completely impossible to tell that he is already several decades old. If he was walking on the street like that, he might be mistaken for a stylish and capable young man of nineteen or twenty.
Chu Ci was also a little puzzled at the beginning, subconsciously trying to find traces of his age from the subtleties of Long Jiwei's facial features, but soon failed. Time seems to have gone backwards in some strange way on this man, causing him to still seem to be stuck in a distant boyhood.
Long Jiwei didn't seem to care that he was being scrutinized. He took out a passport from the inner pocket of the windbreaker and threw it on the table with a snap: "Pei Zhi entrusted me to hand it over to you."
When Chu Ci opened the passport, he saw his photo and name at first glance, and turned to the back, and even posted a visa to a certain country.
He slowly put down his passport, looked at Long Jiwei, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally asked word by word: "How is Pei Zhi?"
"It's under control."
"By the Han family?"
"By me." Long Jiwei said casually, "On the afternoon when Han Qiang was killed, he broke into Han Qiang's mistress's house, intending to take this woman away. I arrived afterward and took control of them. There is a saying among Han people, This is called the praying mantis catching the cicada, and the oriole is behind."
Chu Ci stared at him closely: "Why?"
"You asked me why." Long Jiwei seemed to find it very funny. "A few days before Han Qiang died, he entrusted a friend to help him show his mistress the house. On the morning when he was killed, he told his mistress that he had an appointment with a friend outside. We meet, and we may not be back at noon. After contacting back and forth, anyone with a little brain will find out which mysterious friend is helping Han Qiang look after the house? His mistress didn't think of this for a while, but Pei Zhi thought of it. I thought of that too."
Chu Ci's pupils constricted slightly, and although her posture remained the same, her fingers holding the passport were already frighteningly hard.
"Pei Zhi really wants to protect you... He gave me this passport and begged me to hand it over to you. He even booked a flight ticket to go abroad for you at the end of this month."
Chu Ci blurted out, "What did you do to Pei Zhi?"
"Do you know why Pei Zhi took away Han Qiang's mistress? Because he was afraid that some woman would say something and leak you out. Then you should also know why I want to control the two of them, because I am not only worried about that Women, don't worry about Pei Zhi. I want to be more cautious about your matter."
Probably due to the relationship between ethnic minorities, Long Jiwei spoke with a slightly different accent, speaking slowly and methodically. His voice is very pleasant, and when he speaks, he is faint and very clear.
Such words give people a feeling that as long as they hear him speak for the first time, they can be identified as a person with clear and firm will, sharp and decisive means, and an unchangeable person once an order is issued.
Chu Ci was silent for a while, then said, "I want to confirm Pei Zhi's safety."
"I thought you didn't care much about him." Long Jiwei poured himself a cup of tea very leisurely.
"I don't want to implicate unrelated people because of my own affairs."
"Then you should still care about yourself. If I were you, I would leave Beijing in time for this ticket at the end of last month. In fact, I am very surprised that you have not left until now," Long Jiwei took a sip of tea, eyes Looking at Chu Ci calmly, "Are you still sitting here, waiting for Han Yue to come and arrest the enemy who divided his brother's body into more than ninety pieces?"
Chu Ci's face changed slightly in an instant: "...how did you know?"
"If I hadn't sent that text message to Han Yue, you would have been shot now." Long Jiwei stood up and patted the non-existing dust on the cuffs of the windbreaker. "You are still very naive for doing this kind of thing."
Chu Ci raised his head, looked at Long Jiwei who was about to turn around and leave, and finally asked the question that was difficult to explain all the time: "Why did you help me?"
Long Jiwei was silent for a moment.
Looking at his expression, Chu Ci suddenly felt that he was in a complicated mood.
"... My hometown is in a very remote mountain village in Guizhou. The conditions are very poor. Your parents went there when they were young, um, to support education. Of course, that happened more than 30 years ago. We Miao people have always had revenge and kindness. , A little grievance can be remembered for a lifetime. It's a pity that they are all passed away now."
Chu Ci knew very little about his parents, so she couldn't help being dumbfounded: "But why haven't I seen you?"
Long Jiwei waved his hand and said: "At that time they were not married yet...then they lost contact for some reasons. The past is too long to talk about, so I have to go. If you have the opportunity to visit your parents' graves in the future, don't I forgot to tell them that I have paid off the debt I owe them."
He turned around, strode downstairs, and waved his hands without looking back: "Leave Beijing as soon as possible, we don't need to say goodbye!"
Chu Ci was taken aback, and saw him striding down the stairs quickly, the hem of the windbreaker fluttered with the wind, and then disappeared into the corner of the stairs.
Regarding the investigation of Han Qiang's murder, after a long stalemate, a hopeful turning point suddenly appeared one day.
Still through the idea proposed by Han Yue that day, he followed the mobile phone number to find the operator of the SIM card, and then checked layer by layer who the batch of cards were sold to. Unfortunately, that card was not sold to well-documented places such as mobile phone stores and newsstands, but was sold to small merchants who sold their own mobile phone cards and calling cards. The mobility of these people to set up stalls is very high, and it is basically as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
After staring at people for a long time, Gao Liangqing finally screened out a few suspicious sales outlets from the vast crowd. After a series of investigations, he finally delineated a group of salesmen sitting on a small post office at the entrance of a small post office. Vendors of cheap phone cards.
There are such women or old people at the gate of many post offices. They have no source of income, so they just use a big book with a lot of cheap phone cards, and sit there all day selling them. Gao Liangqing's head is already big at first glance, how can he find out a specific card buyer in this kind of public place with a lot of mobility? Isn't this deliberately embarrassing people
Fortunately, at this time, Han Yue used his connections to retrieve the records of a hidden camera at the gate of the post office. Surveillance cameras will be placed on the streets and alleys, important roads, and public facilities of some big cities, especially in important capital cities like Beijing. The surveillance camera at the gate of the post office is actually a bit old, and it took Han Yue a lot of effort to call out the complete record.
At this time, there is no other way, but to check one by one along the records. After a large number of police officers screened and interviewed for a long time all night long, they finally delineated a list of 200 people who had recently bought mobile phone cards and were more likely to commit crimes from thousands of pedestrians who had bought mobile phone cards.
For these 100 suspicious candidates, the people below edited more than 100 video clips and showed them to Gao Liangqing and Han Yue.
Even if the list of suspects has been greatly narrowed, the possibility of finding the murderer among these more than a hundred people is very small. With the mentality that chatting is better than nothing, Han Yue picked out a dozen clips to watch, and when he saw a certain moment, he suddenly paused, and hurriedly called Gao Liangqing: "Back back, back!"
Gao Liangqing was puzzled, so he quickly turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
The picture on the screen was very unclear. On the bustling street, a young man in a white coat hurried past the gate of the post office, and suddenly turned to those vendors as if remembering something. He bowed his head and said a few words to one of the old men who sold phone cards, probably asking for the price, then quickly took out the money from his wallet and took the card.
In such a short picture of just over a minute, Han Yue was sweating even on the tip of his nose, and called Gao Liangqing: "Rewind and show me again!"
Gao Liangqing quickly turned back again, this time Han Yue looked more carefully, and adjusted the size of the screen several times. Gao Liangqing couldn't help asking: "Why, do you know this person?"
Han Yue whispered, "It's Chu Ci."
"... huh? Is your old friend good?"
Han Yue was silent for a while, and said, "Now we're divided."
"It's good, it's good, there is no grass in the end of the world. Why, do you think this person is suspicious? No, I remember him as a frail engineer?"
"... I just wonder what he is doing to buy a mobile phone card. I haven't heard of him changing the number."
Gao Liangqing asked: "Would you like to investigate? But since he belongs to you, you must have found out his background."
Han Yuexin said that's not necessarily the case, I'm not the kind of person who can check the 18th generation of his ancestors for nothing, and he's not very free... After pondering for a while, he also shook his head and said: "Don't check him, maybe he brought it for a colleague. His unit is not far from the post office, so it looks like he went out for lunch with his colleagues."
Gao Liangqing nodded and stopped asking.
Han Yue stayed at the Public Security Bureau until night before leaving. He was going to be transferred to a secret military project recently, but because of this kind of incident at home, the plan was delayed all of a sudden. At present, apart from his daily trivial affairs in the Military Commission, he basically revolves around Han Qiang's affairs.
This is something that can't be helped. Madam Commander's complexion has become more and more ugly, and she has said things in an ugly way several times. What she said is asking Han Yue if he is thinking about his old friend who broke up all day long. Things are not enough attention, resulting in the murderer can not be caught now.
Han Yue walked out of the police station and stood on the busy street, suddenly feeling confused. It was getting late, but he didn't know where to go to sleep. The person in his home who should be waiting for him has already left, the hotel is luxurious and cold, it doesn't matter if he goes back or not. The Commander's wife at home saw that he had to nag, and when he nags, everyone was uneasy, and the whole Han family was in a gloomy mood.
Han Yue squatted on the side of the road for a while, holding the phone in his hand and slowly rubbing it, thinking about something while smoking a cigarette.
He thought for a long time, until it was completely dark, before he hesitated to slide open the phone cover and press a number.
"Hey, old money, I'm Han Yue... well, I'm busy recently, I'll definitely find you for a drink when I have time. So, is there a reliable young man with a firm mouth in your office? Call me to help me check someone... Nothing, just check an old friend, named Chu Ci, benevolent Ci, from Guizhou. I just want to know about his past in his hometown, relatives, friends, family relationship, etc. You must find out about the person next to your pillow Right... Haha, of course I kept it from my family, and don't tell outsiders about it, it's so embarrassing to say it, isn't it!... Okay, I will thank you very much when it is done!... "
Han Yue hung up the phone, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
He looked at the bright neon lights on the road at night, the Xiangche BMW Street, and the overpass filled with people...Suddenly remembered a night long ago, when he forced Chu Ci to drink with his friends, and then became angry with jealousy Suffering from a moderate fever, he drove Chu Ci away halfway and drove home. At that time, Chu Ci looked through the car window in the same way, looking at the hustle and bustle of the city streets at night, her eyes were lonely and cold, as if all the angry wasteland had been frozen.
... Is my expression now very similar to his at that time
Thinking of this, Han Yue smiled wryly, slammed the cigarette butt on the curb, stood up and strode away.