cemetery.
The two knocked out the night patrolman and slipped in under the darkness.
Song Yuhang took a shovel in his hand and shoveled the soil underground, revealing the inner coffin made of reinforced concrete.
Panting heavily, she began to lose consciousness while looking at the photos on the tombstone.
Jing Zhe: "How about... Let's forget it."
After all, it is something that disturbs people's cleanliness, and the dead are the worst.
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, snatched a bottle from his hand with red eyes and started pouring liquid up.
"If Lin Yan wants to blame, he can blame me. When the case is over and my mother dies, I will go down to accompany her."
At this time, she still has the last ray of hope left, hoping that it is not her who is in the coffin.
Lin Yan just feigned death and hid, or there were various compelling reasons for not being able to come out to see her.
The strong acid quickly corroded the concrete, and there was a soft "sizzling" sound. After a burst of pungent volatile smell, the solid concrete surface cracked several times.
Song Yuhang went down with a shovel, and the stones collapsed one after another. Seeing her like this, Jing Zhe could only shake his head and sigh, and moved together with her.
Soon, the dark coffin became clear to the eyes.
Jing Zhe took a wrench to pry open the bolts that sealed the coffin, Song Yuhang dropped the shovel in his hand, and tremblingly touched the coffin.
She was the one who said to open the coffin for an autopsy, and it was also she who was hesitant to face the reality.
Jing Zhe took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, turned on the lighter and lit it: "I'll go over there to watch the wind."
With that said, he walked to the side and made room for her.
Song Yuhang touched the cold coffin with his palm, and there were rough and damp soil and lime particles, and there was a faint smell of decay in the smell of old and rotten wood.
She was as gentle as touching a lover, she pressed her forehead to the coffin, her eyes were red, and she muttered to herself.
"I'm sorry Lin Yan, I'm sorry, forgive my selfishness..."
"When the case is solved and the murderer is caught, I will go down to accompany you after our mother has lived for a hundred years. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"Soon, wait for me, I won't leave you alone."
Song Yuhang choked with sobs, his forehead was wiped with red marks on the coffin, and his tears fell into the soil.
She gritted her teeth and pushed the coffin lid away in excruciating pain.
This time she didn't close her eyes, she wanted to see her clearly, engrave all her appearance into her bones and blood, let memories and hatred well up in her heart, and repeatedly polish and gradually deepen it to become the strength to support her to live.
In such a process, her heart was broken again and again. Her whole body seemed to have experienced a five-horse dismemberment, and finally she was crushed and turned into ashes.
She knelt down, covered her lips, and her nails dug deep into her flesh. Even though she tried her best to suppress her crying, Jing Zhe, who was guarding not far away, still heard whimpers as small as a baby animal.
He stubbed out the cigarette butt, looked at the moon in the sky, and let out a long sigh.
If I knew this earlier, why bother to open the coffin
But he still had to remind her that it was almost time for the patrollers to change their shifts.
Jing Zhe put his index finger to his lips and whistled.
The temperature in winter is low, and the degree of corruption of the corpse will be relatively slow, but even so, the face that was originally unforgettable has become completely different.
Song Yuhang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but finally couldn't bear it, so he took it back, gritted his teeth and trembled all over.
Jing Zhe's whistle brought back her little rationality. Song Yuhang sniffed and opened her clothes. The bowl-sized scar on her shoulder was still there, and it had already turned black. There were unknown larvae wriggling inside.
It was the scar left by Lin Yan when she was shot last time, and it belonged to her unique mark.
Song Yuhang dropped his hands and fell to the ground.
She couldn't cry anymore, she was in a daze.
The world around her was turning round and round, and she had only one thought in her mind: Is Lin bored to death? Lin bored to death
Lin Yan is really dead.
Her fiancée... is gone.
Song Yuhang chanted, his mind revolving around all the daily life from getting acquainted to falling in love with her.
Jing Zhe came over: "We have to go."
Song Yuhang was still immersed in his own world, crying and laughing for a while.
Jing Zhe emphasized her tone: "Miss Song!"
Song Yuhang came back to his senses, wiped away his tears, and looked at the still open coffin: "Give me a few more minutes."
As she said, she got up from the ground, walked to her side, took out the ring box from her pocket, took out a shiny diamond ring, gently raised her hand and put it on slowly.
Jing Zhe looked at her wearing it, tears streaming down her face: "I'm sorry, Yanan, I didn't propose to you earlier, and now I'm here to disturb your peace, but I really miss you, I miss you very much. , don’t be afraid of being alone, if you wear the ring, you will be mine. When Lord Yan asks who you are, you just say it’s Song Yuhang’s wife, Lin Yan. Wait for me, wait for me to find you, and we will be together in the next life Pass."
Song Yuhang grabbed her icy wrist and put the ring into her swollen joints, weeping uncontrollably.
"Miss Song..." Jing Zhe looked at his watch and urged.
Song Yuhang nodded, grabbed her cold and pale hand and put it to his lips for a kiss: "I love you, Lin Yan."
Judging from this scene alone, opening the coffin and kissing the corpse in the middle of the night gave people goosebumps for no reason, but in the eyes of Jing Zhe, who knew the inside story, he only thought it was a perverted romance.
It's just that they really don't have much time, and they have to restore the scene to its original state, at least let the young lady be buried in peace.
Song Yuhang got up, moved out of the way, and watched him close the coffin boards little by little.
After all, her Lin Yan went away from her and went to another place where there is no disease or pain. I hope she can live well there. No, how can it be? She is so insecure and afraid of being alone people.
But it doesn't matter, Lin Yan, I will help you fulfill your unfulfilled wish.
Don't be afraid, stick to it, wait for me, soon, soon I will go to accompany you.
I hope you will still remember me by then, but it doesn't matter if you forget.
I'll make you fall in love with me again, I swear.
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After coming out of the cemetery, Song Yuhang went to Qingshan Villa again.
There is a seal on the door, and the electronic fingerprint lock has been removed. She climbed up the iron gate with great difficulty and turned over from the top. She was still not very agile, and because she was in a trance, she lost her grip, fell from the top, and fell to the ground, staring at her for a while.
She lay on the cold ground for a while before slowly getting up and limping towards the house.
Pushing open the glass door of the hall, the room had been emptied. She pressed the wall lamp on the wall, but it didn't turn on, and the water and electricity were also cut off.
She walked slowly to the place where the sofa used to be, and sat down in the dark with her knees hugged.
"I don't dare to assault the police, even if I met a crazy woman and bumped into someone—"
"Hey, don't mention it. On the way out early in the morning, I met two psychopaths who ran into my car like they were dying."
"He can't afford a diamond ring, I'll give it to you."
"Forensic doctor Lin, I don't even want rings for cans."
"The real Lin Yan died when he was six years old. What survives now is the body, the devil."
"I only know that the person standing in front of me now is my comrade, Song Yuhang, who lived and died together."
"Hey, this person is quite old, not only has no sex life, but even takes off his clothes for an examination."
"What's wrong with Xiao'er, it can still make you want to die."
"What's the name of this glass of wine?"
"There is ample time."
"It should be very important to you. It's a pity to lose it."
"I carry it with me, just because I use it, and it doesn't have any other meaning, but now it has it."
"There was a sentence just now that I was embarrassed to say."
"what?"
"You are also my belief."
"Where is my fiancee?"
"Alive, by your side."
…
Recalling the past, Song Yuhang curled his lips and smiled, but he choked up again with a smile, and buried his head in his arms.
It's strange, because of Lin Yan's personality, she never said "love" to her, and the only positive response she made to her marriage proposal was "Alive, by your side."
But she died anyway, leaving her forever.
That confession became a farewell word.
Lin Yan, you liar, big liar...
Song Yuhang muttered, tears falling down on the ground.
During the days when they were arguing, she also doubted whether Lin Yan really liked her, and if she did, she would not go out and have an affair with other men.
She knew it shouldn't be like this, but she couldn't help herself to think about it, so that she acted arrogantly to her that night.
It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't love, she just hid all her love in her heart.
She is such a person who is awkward, duplicity, vicious in her mouth, but extremely kind and warm in her heart.
Song Yuhang recalled everything about her, with regret mixed with deep nostalgia, she bit her wrist, and sobbed like a cub crying in the dark room.
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China-Myanmar border.
A light boat skimmed across the river without a sound.
There were also several burly men on the same boat, as well as young girls brought back from northern Myanmar. These were all sent to the big men to try out.
The women's bright red nails opened their bamboo hats, looked at their goods with satisfaction, and thought in their hearts that they should be able to sell for a good price, and their smiles became wider and wider.
The boatman who was punting turned around and said in the local language: "Recently, China has imposed martial law, so we can only sneak through the jungle."
The woman raised her eyebrows indifferently, and replied in Burmese: "As soon as possible, don't let the buyer wait impatiently."
The other party nodded, and propped the boat across the fork in the river. The water flow gradually became gentle, and the boat slowed down.
A group of people knew that they were about to arrive, so they packed up their things one after another. Several girls tied their hands and were roughly pulled up.
The boatman docked the boat and turned around to help her down.
Looking at the dark jungle, the woman had an inexplicable premonition, and muttered, "I've never been to this place before."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to catch his wrist, and the boatman lowered his eyebrows and nodded slightly.
Through the moonlight, she saw that the thick-browed and big-eyed face under the bamboo hat was a new face.
The woman was startled, and her eyes fell on his tiger's mouth, spear cocoon!
She leaned on the past softly: "Oh, it's so shaking, hold me up."
The boatman put his arms around her waist, and the woman took out a gun from behind, the moment she took it out.
The boatman also moved, a standard anti-grab to hold her down, and the woman raised her hand and shot.
The gunfire shook the birds in the forest, the boat swayed, and the boatman fell into the boundary river on his back. The reddish blood spread and drifted away with the current.
With the sound of her gun, it seemed that several switches were pressed, and flames spewed out of the dark jungle.
"Da da da—" The sound of the submachine gun was endless, and the people on the boat began to fight back, but in the end, the firepower was not as dense as that of the opposite side, and they were suppressed to death. The girls screamed.
The woman grabbed someone to block the bullet for her, and when she looked back, all the people who followed her fell on the boat, or fell into the river after being shot.
She gritted her teeth, pushed the dead men out, and jumped into the river with a "plop".
The people in the jungle retracted their guns and shouted loudly: "Chasing!"
The woman didn't know how long she floated in the icy boundary river until she was exhausted, the surroundings were quiet, and there was no trace of the pursuers.
She coughed a few times and climbed onto the shore in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, as soon as she raised her head, her forehead was pressed against the cold muzzle of the gun.
She looked at these tall and burly young people with cold eyes, and asked in authentic Chinese.
"Who sent you here? The Burmese military or Laos or—"
She paused: "Chinese police?"
The other party smashed the butt of a gun: "You don't need to know this."
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When the first ray of sunlight hit the floor in the morning, Song Yuhang, who hadn't slept all night, raised his head from his arms.
She took out the only remaining lonely ring from the ring box, and slowly put on her ring finger.
She whispered to the empty room: "Lin Yan, have you seen it? We... are married."
In the silence of the room, only the sunlight fell on the corners of her eyes and brows, bringing warmth to her cold body.
Song Yuhang curled his lips into a smile, moved his stiff body, got up from the ground, limped, and staggered out of the gate.
She went straight to a mobile phone store and was fascinated by the dazzling array of mobile phones in the store.
The clerk enthusiastically introduced her: "Which mobile phone do you want, miss, we have a new one here—"
The clerk was chattering and eloquent, but her eyes were only on an old mobile phone at the bottom of the window, which was exactly the same as the one she used to have.
Song Yuhang pointed and said in a hoarse voice, "I want that one."
The clerk curled his lips and rolled his eyes secretly, thinking that it would be a big deal early in the morning, but who knew he was a poor man, and he was still looking at the old model from a few years ago.
Song Yuhang waited for the clerk to pack up the accessories and hand them to her, but the other party asked again: "Miss, do I need to apply for a card for the new machine?"
She thought for a while: "I lost my old card, can I report the loss and get a new one? I want my old number."
Although the mobile phone was lost and most of the photo and chat records were lost, this number carried too many stories and affection for them.
She still hopes, what if, what if there is a parallel time and space, what if, what if Lin Yan wants to call her one day.
If she changed her number, she would not be able to find her.
With some impatient expressions on the staff's face, Song Yuhang silently took out a few more red notes from his pocket and put them on the counter.
The other party smiled happily: "Okay, give me your ID card."
Half an hour later, Song Yuhang went out with his new mobile phone and took a taxi to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
It was working hours, and as soon as she appeared at the door, countless pairs of eyes followed her, and all kinds of eyes turned around her.
"Captain Song, if you're not in good health, don't be in a hurry to go to work."
"Captain Song, are you... are you alright?"
"Captain Song, we've all heard about it, you... oh, my condolences have changed."
…
Faced with the kindness of his colleagues, Song Yuhang was already numb with heartache.
She just curled up her lips and smiled mechanically, but that smile never reached her eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay, you guys go to work, where is Bureau Feng?"
"Director Feng went out for a meeting early in the morning and hasn't come back yet."
Song Yuhang nodded, and got straight to the point: "The kidnapper who kidnapped Xiaowei last time and survived, have you caught it?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Xue Rui hesitated to speak.
"Caught..."
Song Yuhang interrupted him: "Where is it locked?"
A small police officer answered the call, and said in a dazed tone, "Director Feng interrogated it himself, so don't let us talk about it."
Before she finished speaking, she didn't know which sensitive nerve she had touched, but someone grabbed her by the collar.
Song Yuhang's eyes were bloodshot: "Why, I haven't been dismissed yet, should I be guarded against thieves now?"
Xue Rui: "Captain Song, calm down, calm down, we can understand your feelings, but Director Feng's order is indeed...don't make things difficult for us."
Song Yuhang let go, and pushed the person away: "Okay, I don't make things difficult for you, I will check it myself."
After all, he strode out.
Xue Rui slapped his forehead: "It's over, report to Bureau Feng quickly."
On the way from the office to the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Song Yuhang recalled the details of his contact with Fatty and the place where Jiangcheng might be detained.
The needle hole on his arm flashed through her mind, and Song Yuhang opened the taxi door.
"Master, Jiangcheng Compulsory Drug Rehabilitation Center."
When she arrived at the door, she was stopped by the sentry box, and she slapped the ID in the other's face.
This is something that Lin Yan could only do in the past.
"Song Yuhang, Captain of Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, open the door. I want to interrogate the prisoner."
The steel stamp on the certificate is true, the key is that the interrogation of the prisoner requires written procedures.
The prison guards kept complaining: "Team Song, Team Song, this..."
Before he finished speaking, he was shoved away. Song Yuhang rushed in, and the prison guards quickly followed.
This size is a leader, and he is not easy to offend.
"Team Song, Team Song, first tell me which prisoner you want to interrogate, and I'll call for you. The formalities can be done later..."
He originally wanted to slow things down until the director came to resolve the matter, but Song Yuhang acted as if he hadn't heard, and ran inward, almost trotting all the way to the bars one by one to watch.
Prison guards want to block the way: "Team Song!"
Song Yuhang ignored him, thinking he was in the way, and pushed him away.
The prison guard staggered back two steps, bumped into the railing, and shouted in a high voice: "Captain Song, Captain Song, if you do this again, I will call someone!"
Song Yuhang ran past an iron gate, fell back and pushed open the iron window.
The prison guard thought she had finally calmed down, but who knew that she fell back and aimed at the key hanging on his waist.
"Give me the key."
The prison guard held on to the keychain and backed away: "Captain Song, Captain Song, this is not acceptable, it is against... against the rules."
Song Yuhang lifted his collar and yelled: "I don't care about the rules and regulations if my mother and wife are gone!!!"
Taking advantage of his dazed effort, Song Yuhang raised his hand and punched him, and the little prison guard covered his face. But she made another false move, pulled off the chain of keys on his waist, rushed over and unscrewed the door, and closed the door with a "bang" before the large troops came, and opened the keyhole from the inside. blocked.
Even though there was a loud knock on the door outside, she turned a deaf ear to it.
It was a narrow single room with high walls and only one iron window for ventilation. The fat man was sleeping, and when he heard the movement, he jumped up from the bed, shivering and shrinking back, watching her approaching step by step, the tall figure blocked the sunlight.
"You... what are you doing? Aren't you... not the police... the police?"
His voice was slightly shrill because of fear.
The room was so big, his back had already touched the solid wall, and there was no way he could retreat.
Song Yuhang clenched his fists: "You can still sleep? You can still sleep with peace of mind? You fucking can still sleep?"
She gritted her teeth and cried blood every word, wishing she could swallow him alive.
"Help... help!" The fat man was handcuffed, and he had no strength to resist, crying and howling towards the door, and wanted to slip away.
Song Yuhang kicked the man to the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck with such force that his joints turned blue and white.
"Say, who sent you to kidnap Xiaowei? Say, who sent you to lead us there?"
In the past few days, she endured her grief and sorted out the timeline again.
The habitual child abductor who appeared around the Spring Festival, Lin Yan's car that was scratched by others, someone knew that she would change the car, so she tampered with the Audi she bought, which indirectly caused her to fall into the sea, Lin Yan risked his life to save him.
Not to mention that Xiao Wei was kidnapped before, she was forced to follow the other party's rhythm and was played around, and what Ji Jingxing said, someone set up a bulletproof steel door in the lumber mill workshop, the purpose was to trap them, including Lin hate.
And the sniper who appeared later shot the thin one among the kidnappers first, because he was about to tell her the truth.
Taking a step back, even if the sniper failed to kill them in the end, she would surely die if she chased them in a car with problems. On such a dangerous road condition, it had snowed and the road surface was extremely slippery.
The only purpose, then, is—
Song Yuhang shuddered, this was a deadlock against her, but Lin Yan used his ingenuity to resolve it—a dust explosion.
But if time could go back, she would rather she was not so smart, just stay in the workshop and never come out.
Song Yuhang's teeth itch with hatred, the man behind the scenes, in order to kill her, did not hesitate to implicate many innocent people.
Her mother, her sister-in-law, her niece, her... Lin Yan.
Song Yuhang's eyes became hot, he squeezed his hand harder, and roared hoarsely: "Say?! Who told you to do this?!"
The fat man struggled, his fat hands clasped the floor in vain, his face was pale, and he rolled his eyes: "I... I don't know... cough... cough cough... help... help..."
He still had a last hope left and looked out the door.
Song Yuhang is a policeman and will not kill him in prison.
"Do you think I really won't kill you?" She stood in the shadows and sneered with the corners of her lips curled up.
Fatty looked at the fierceness in her eyes, her despair, and her resentment, all turned into a cold killing intent in the end.
Before he could cry out in shock, his mouth was gagged by a ball of tissue paper. She tore up the books that the prisoners in the prison used to learn to write, pasted them on his face one by one, and splashed water on them. .
"Do you think I really won't kill you?" Song Yuhang repeated in a low voice, tore off a piece of paper, wet it with water, and patted it.
"Know why? It's because I want to…"
"Torture you slowly."
"Do you know what this is called?" She numbly tore off a piece of paper and covered it, seeing his facial features highlighted by the wet paper, the fat man was breathing heavily, unable to speak.
"This is called suffocation to death by covering your face with water paper. It has been a torture for three thousand years. In ancient times, it was called 'sticking and adding officials'. Putting a layer on it adds you to a ninth-rank official. You get promoted and get rich. Don't you want money?"
Song Yuhang murmured, smiled slowly, tore off another piece of paper and pasted it on: "Come on, here you are, here you are, all here!"
She gritted her teeth suddenly, slapped all the paper in his hand on his face, and splashed the whole glass of water on it when she raised her hand.
The paper is of good quality and airtight, which exacerbates the loss of oxygen.
The fat man trembled violently, and the paper as thin as a cicada's wing fluttered up and down with every breath he took.
He was soon out of breath due to lack of oxygen, and his breathing was as heavy as pulling a bellows. Frightened, coupled with the physiological reaction before dying, soon his pants were wet and gave off an unpleasant smell .
Song Yuhang started tearing up the book again, and there was a piercing sound in his ears.
The fat man fell to his knees and raised a finger with difficulty.
Song Yuhang kicked the man over and lifted the paper off his face: "Say!"
As soon as the paper was lifted, the fat man burst into tears and begged his grandpa to tell his grandma: "Grandma, I said I said, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Song Yuhang grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up: "Say, who sent you to kidnap the child?!"
"I don't know, I don't know, I just use money to do things... take money to do things!"
"how does he look like?"
"Male, about 1.7 meters tall, thin and tall, well dressed, wearing an expensive-looking watch, and a birthmark the size of a fingernail on his right wrist!"
The fat man gasped heavily, and finished speaking in one breath, which was more clean than what he vomited in front of Ju Feng.
"Where can I find him?"
"Huange Nightclub, we are there every time we meet!"
"Where do you sell the child after you kidnap it?!"
"Sold to Aunt Hong, a woman named Aunt Hong! I don't know exactly where she sold it to."
Song Yuhang pushed him away and got up, he was not relieved, he turned around and kicked hard in the face a few times, those combat boots were studded with rivets and had thick soles.
"Fuck you fucking trafficker!"
The fat man screamed, nosebleeds splashed, and he cried for his father and mother.
"You still have the guts to call you fucking! You fucking shut up!" Song Yuhang was about to make a move, but was knocked down to the ground by the prison guards who violently broke through the door and flew towards him.
With a "click", the handcuffs were put on the wrists.
Song Yuhang didn't resist, and let others escort her out of the door and into the police car. She just stared back at the fat man with red eyes, wishing she could eat him alive until she couldn't see him.
The fat man shuddered, hugging his head and curling up into a ball, thinking, this fucking prison is not safe either.
The iron door slammed softly, and Feng Jianguo coughed lightly, and sat opposite her, looking at her who hung his head in silence.
"Feng Bureau, don't tell me how to ask, look..."
No matter what you look at, it is impossible to torture the criminal suspect like her.
Feng Jianguo suppressed the fire: "You all go out."
This is what it means to interrogate her alone.
Several investigators took a look, picked up their notebooks and backed out.
After everyone had left, Feng Jianguo said, "Tell me, why did you go to the drug rehabilitation center?"
Song Yuhang lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the camera on the wall, and pulled out a sarcastic smile.
Normally she would never smile like this, this is Lin Yan's usual expression.
Feng Jianguo was startled, walked over and turned off the camera calmly, and the monitoring screen became pitch black.
"Can we talk now?"
Song Yuhang leaned forward: "I have nothing to say, I beat him to vent my anger for Lin Yan. Bureau Feng detains me today, but he can only get one prisoner. If he releases me, I would like to be a pawn, solve a shocking case, and create an incomparable achievement." .At least the kind of credit that gets you where you want."
Feng Jianguo looked at her quietly, there was something he couldn't understand in those light brown pupils.
In the usual way, she was determined not to say such a thing, and she didn't even want to think about these issues.
She put all her heart and soul into solving the case, she was a simple and pure person.
It was Lin Yan's appearance that made her warm, like a living "person", and it was Lin Yan's death that made her complicated, becoming less like a "human".
Feng Jianguo sighed quietly in his heart, not knowing whether this move was right or wrong.
"How do you know what I want? What if I really just want to uphold justice? Even if you are Zhao Ting's apprentice and the face of our Jiangcheng City Bureau, you have to be punished if you make a mistake."
Song Yuhang pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled: "When I took the position of the captain of the criminal investigation, I realized that no one doesn't want rights and money. The difference is the means used to get it."
"I'll help you get promoted, and you'll give me a chance to solve the case. It's fair."
As if he had heard some funny joke, he picked up the teacup and sneered, then put it down again, clasped his hands together, and looked at her quietly.
"I can help you-"
Song Yuhang was slightly startled.
He continued: "But it's definitely not because I want to be promoted. I'm not so useless that I need to rely on other people's credit to climb up. There is only one reason for me to help you."
"That is to hope that the criminals will be brought to justice and justice will be done."
Song Yuhang's nose was sore, and tears quickly piled up in his eyes: "Why, don't you always hate Lin Yan?"
The old man blew his beard and stared: "Who said I hate her?"