"According to reliable information, a batch of goods worth 200 million will be traded in ten days. Your task is—" He knuckles his fingers and taps lightly on the map.
"Find out where to trade."
Lin Yan frowned: "The last time I came out of the teahouse, someone chased me, and they were already suspicious. It is impossible to tell me such a core secret."
Feng Jianguo spread his hands: "Because it is the core, a nail needs to be inserted deeply and killed with one blow."
Lin Yan still felt that something was wrong.
"Who can come up with such a big deal of 200 million?"
As expected of a meticulous forensic doctor, Feng Jianguo didn't change his expression when he asked the question all of a sudden.
"If we can know this, we still need undercover agents? Most of the people who can afford such a big deal are also gang-related forces, and they just catch them all in one go."
Lin Yan put her fingers between her eyebrows: "Time is running out, let me think about it."
The highest level people she can get in touch with now are Bowser and Tiger. As for the top master above, she has never even met. Since it is a core secret, maybe even Tiger doesn't know it. If you want to get information, you still have to Start with Kuba.
Feng Jianguo took out a black and white photo of the last century from his file bag and put it on the desktop.
"This opportunity, I give it to you."
"This is-"
Lin Yan's pupils shrank.
Feng Jianguo nodded slowly: "That's right, it's Master Ding."
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On a rainy night, the Qingshan Villa seems to be covered with a light veil, standing there quietly.
Song Yuhang pulled over and turned off the car, slowly lowered the car window, looked at it with his head tilted, as if he could still see the bright lights in the past and the good times in the past.
After Lin Yan passed away, there were only two places where she could completely calm down, one was in front of her tombstone.
Two, here it is.
Many nights of insomnia and tossing and turning, either standing in front of her tombstone all night, or smoking under the street lamp.
She used to not be a smoker and drinker, but now she almost takes a pack a day.
Song Yuhang adjusted the back of the seat a little, looked up at the rainwater splashing on the eaves of the villa, dripping down, and soon formed a pool at the door.
In the reflection, it seemed that a pair of people could still be seen standing side by side.
She slightly curled her lips into a smile, and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray.
Since returning from an emergency in the suburbs, she hasn't closed her eyes for two days in a row. At this moment, she drank some wine and felt sleepy.
Song Yuhang leaned on the seat, turned his head to look at their former home, thought of her, and gradually fell asleep.
She got her wish and dreamed of Lin Yan, and dreamed that they were about to get married, wearing white wedding dresses. When Father Lin held her hand and handed him over to her, a sudden fire engulfed everything.
Song Yuhang slept very restlessly, turned his head slightly, his face was pale, and thin sweat was oozing from his forehead.
She murmured: "Lin Yan... don't!"
Tears rolled down the corner of his eyes suddenly.
She fell into a vast and deep sea, and the scene turned, and the world became gray and white.
She watched her young self push open the door of the study, rubbing her eyes: "Dad, what are you talking about?"
The unshaven middle-aged man hugged her on his knees and kissed her cheek.
"Yuhang, Uncle Lin."
"This is your daughter?" The man sitting opposite was about the same age as his father, and gently touched her head.
The little girl was a little shy, and she met the stranger's eyes with the hem of her clothes on.
that face...
She has seen it before!
Song Yuhang desperately wanted to make some noise: Dad, Uncle Lin, what is going on? !
But she seemed to be standing in a transparent glass cover, watching everything that happened outside, but she couldn't speak or move.
Song Yuhang heard the little girl call out sweetly: "Uncle Lin."
He was immediately lowered to his knees.
"Okay, I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow, go to bed, good boy."
The little girl didn't dare to go against her father's wishes, so she was reluctant to go out.
She watched her standing outside the door, put her eyes on the crack of the door, and pricked up her ears to listen.
"Master..."
"Seven days later..."
Some vague words floated into the ears.
The girl's mother came over and led her to the bedroom.
"Why don't you go to sleep and run in the middle of the night, be careful your dad beats you up."
The girl made a grimace: "He won't beat me up, and he even introduced me to a new uncle."
Song Yuhang opened his mouth: "Mom! Mom! It's me! I'm here!"
She slapped the invisible glass hard, and bubbles came out of her mouth, but no one responded to her in the end.
Song Yuhang closed her eyes, with bead-sized beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, she turned her head suddenly, and heard a sound of "bang bang bang bang" in a daze. She thought it was a gunshot, so she subconsciously touched it. Put it on the co-pilot's mechanical stick.
"Who?!"
The cleaners sweeping the road outside the car window were taken aback.
"I thought there was no one there, so I stopped here to give way, blocking the way."
As soon as Song Yuhang opened his eyes, the east was pale, and the faint morning sun shone in through the windshield, and the rain had stopped.
So... did I sleep for so long
She smiled shyly towards the window, and let go of the stick with her fingers.
"Sorry, move now."
When she drove the car again, her brain was extremely clear, and the subconsciousness resurfaced the details that had happened long ago but were gradually forgotten.
It turned out that she had met Lin Youyuan a long time ago.
It turned out that her father and Lin Yan's father were old friends.
Also, who is this master they mentioned
It seems that if you want to find the answer, you must go to that place.
Entering the downtown area, Song Yuhang looked at the small advertisements on the electric poles by the side of the road, randomly found a fake certificate dealer, and called.
half an hour later.
City library.
After Song Yuhang showed his ID to indicate his intention to come, the administrator yawned.
"It's early in the morning, and you're still the first one."
"It's necessary for work. I'll just watch it here and don't take it out." Song Yuhang obediently took out his mobile phone and put it on the counter.
The administrator waved his hand impatiently, signaling her to go quickly.
Song Yuhang nodded, put the fake press card in his pocket, pretended to take out a notebook and walked in.
The Municipal Public Library is the largest and richest collection of books in Jiangcheng City. It was formerly known as the Jiangcheng Archives. After 2000, the unified electronic filing of all documents and files gradually declined. The municipal government then rebuilt it into a library. For citizens to read and study to pass the time.
However, most of the people who came here also punched in and drank coffee, and only half of them read books seriously.
The door just opened in the morning, and there was no one.
As soon as Song Yuhang walked in, a unique ink smell of books floated into his nostrils.
She walked forward according to the index, and glanced over the rare ancient books on the bookshelf one by one, where she could find many things that could not be seen on the intranet.
Like old newspapers from forty years ago.
If she checks on the intranet, the other party will definitely do something, so she might as well find another way.
The library is quite large, with three floors. She walked along the corridor for a long time before finding the stairs. According to the administrator, she successfully reached the reading room on the third floor.
There was another registered person at the door, and she handed over the certificate.
"Hello, I want to find old magazines, newspapers or something."
The other party looked up at her face, checked the ID again, threw the small book aside, and didn't return it to her.
"Go in, the innermost corner of the sixth row is there."
Song Yuhang looked at his fake certificate: "Then..."
The opponent was immersed in playing cards on the computer, having a great time.
"Registration later, there is no time now, you can get it when you come out."
"All right."
Song Yuhang walked in from Shanruliu, found the bookshelf he mentioned, and squatted down to search for what he wanted.
She only looks for legal newspapers.
The purpose is very clear.
He quickly sorted out a large pile of old books, periodicals and newspapers, carried them to the seat next to him, opened his notebook and began to extract.
"In 1994, the corpse dismemberment case at Fenyang Wharf..." The pinhole camera hidden in the tip of the pen flashed.
Song Yuhang continued to turn forward, skipping some irrelevant cases and dates, until 1978, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the huge title page read:
"The police in Coastal Province recently cracked a huge drug manufacturing and trafficking case, seized 20.3 kilograms of heroin, 5 vehicles involved in the case, arrested 14 accomplices, and killed the drug lord-"Dingye" on the spot. The criminal gang has all been arrested."
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Lin Yan leaned on the desk with a glass of red wine in his hand, and stayed up all night, thinking about what Feng Jianguo said last night.
"Isn't the master dead?!"
The old man shook his head: "Die Ye is just a name passed down from the underworld in Hong Kong, and it doesn't refer to a certain person."
"That is to say, the old "Top Lord" died in the battle of the police to eliminate the bandits a few years ago, and the one who survives now is another Top Lord?!"
"That's right, I was just a small policeman back then, and I wasn't qualified to participate in such a battle. I just heard from my seniors that the siege battle was quite brutal and the police suffered heavy losses, so I didn't report it widely."
"Since then, the border has been peaceful for a long time, and the drug dealers have disappeared, but now—"
When he said this, he gritted his teeth.
"It has made a comeback and brought new drugs like 'Drunk Dream'. If it is really popularized, the consequences will be disastrous. Border security is at stake. I don't know how many families will be destroyed..."
A gust of wind blew through and shook the candle, reflecting the old man's eyebrows and eyes with a layer of gold.
Lin Yan was silent, and after a while, she spoke.
"The one who can create 'Drunk Dream' must be a master of chemistry. Do you have any doubts about the candidates?"
Feng Jianguo smiled wryly: "It's good to have it. The top man, the dragon can't see the end, and the one who came out to do things for him is this Kuba."
He posed for another photo.
Lin Yan glanced at it: "There is also Tiger, who is also one of the thugs, responsible for contacting all offline buyers to determine the transaction location."
She took a photo and placed it in the middle. There was only a black profile head on that photo, and there was no face.
"What we know now is that Kuba is the top man's confidant, and Tiger is the thug of the drug cartel. I, Pei Jinhong, are responsible for picking up the goods for him and finding suitable buyers."
"Die Ye, the leader of the group, unknown; the person behind the scenes who made the drug, unknown; the person responsible for transporting the drug, unknown; the production location of 'Drunken Dream', unknown; the trading location, unknown."
Lin Yan dropped the pen: "I don't know anything, and I'm still doing something barren!"
"Don't worry, although we don't know these things, we have already received news that the top man will enter the country in three days to meet with this mysterious buyer. At that time, it will be an excellent opportunity for you to break into the core management of the criminal gang. .”
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"Grandpa is dead, who could it be? Who could it be?" Song Yuhang spoke plausibly, flipping through the newspaper quickly, only to see that the detailed report on the other side was completely cut out.
She only had time to take a picture with a pinhole camera before she was tapped on the shoulder.
"Is this certificate yours?" Song Yuhang looked back, and the administrator just now was holding her false certificate, with a bad expression on his face.
"Why can't it be entered into the system?"
Song Yuhang laughed dryly, closed his notebook without a trace, and put the pen with the pinhole camera in his pocket.
"Really? Let me see."
As she spoke, she took it from the other party's hand and pretended to read it carefully: "Impossible."
The other party was also a little puzzled, seeing that she didn't look like a bad person.
Song Yuhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed out the window: "What do you think is that?"
The administrator turned around subconsciously, she ran with her bag in her hand, jumped over the table, and left two footprints.
"I'm sorry!"
"Hey, don't run!"
The administrator staggered and pushed away the tables and chairs to chase him out. The person had already disappeared at the end of the corridor, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Go crazy!"
After getting these precious materials, Song Yuhang started developing the photos as soon as he got home, nailed them to his whiteboard, and took a step back to look at these clues.
Some things that were not clear gradually became clear.
She still has to go to the logistics park where the drug manufacturing factory was discovered last time, maybe she can find new clues.
Song Yuhang opened a pack of instant noodles without taking a bowl, just poured hot water into a bag, put it in a plastic box, stirred it with chopsticks, finished eating in two or three bites, picked up the key and went out the door.