When Lin Yan finished smoking a cigarette, the car arrived, she opened the door to get in the car, and caught a glimpse of a car not far behind from the rearview mirror that also started the engine.
"Miss, where are you going?"
Lin Yan fastened his seat belt: "I haven't thought about it yet, just drive as you please, master."
After making several circles in the city, the car was still chasing after her. His tracking method was very clever, with a long distance, but he could always catch up with her when she was about to disappear.
The corners of Lin Yan's lips curled slightly, interestingly.
"Master, go to the Municipal Public Security Bureau"
Before dawn, a lot of media reporters were squatting at the gate of the Municipal Bureau. As soon as she got out of the car, she was surrounded, and all kinds of long guns and short cannons came in front of her.
"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, I heard that this case was also identified by you"
"Miss Lin, is the murderer the husband of the deceased or someone else?"
"I heard that the deceased had a chaotic private life and was entangled with the principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. Is this the reason for the murderer?"
Without saying a word, she stretched out her hand to open a way, and someone was chasing after her: "Miss Lin, Miss Lin, tell me about this case..."
When she was chased to the hall, she was stopped by the police who came, and she managed to get away. Zhang Jinhai was receiving the people sent by the procuratorate, and when she came back, he brows brightened and greeted her enthusiastically.
"Hey, forensic doctor Lin is back, how's the case going?"
Lin Yan responded indifferently: "Ah, it's probably not going to happen"
Zhang Jinhai slapped his thigh and stood up with a sad face: "Well, let me just say, what happened this time, even if we find evidence, we may not be able to..."
In front of the prosecutor, he swallowed the second half of the sentence again, and seeing Lin Yan's face was not very good-looking, he rushed to show his courtesy: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, forensic doctor Lin has worked hard this time, go to rest Bar"
What he was waiting for was his words.
Lin Yanlue nodded: "Sure, I'll go to sleep for a while, I have a case today and let another forensic doctor take care of it."
After she left, Zhang Jinhai sat down again and talked with several prosecutors: "This is Lin Yan, the new recruit of our city bureau, forensic doctor Lin, I don't think it's as unkind as the outside world says..."
The wet clothes were uncomfortable to wear, Lin Yan took off the coat and held it in his hand as he walked, and glanced behind him without any trace out of the corner of his eye.
That followed her little tail and disappeared.
People come and go in the corridor of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
She pushed open the door of the duty room and walked in, threw her coat on the sofa, threw herself on the iron bed, and began to recharge her energy.
Time passed by, and people came in and out of the duty room to get things one after another. Lin Yan fell into a deep sleep. She was really tired. It had been a long time since she had worked so intensively.
Until the first ray of light fell on the bed through the cracks in the curtains in the early morning, Lin Yan opened his eyes, and the tiredness was swept away, replaced by a clear expression.
"In the case of the murdered female teacher in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, the husband of the deceased, Sun Xiangming, was detained yesterday. His lawyer has filed an appeal, and he may be released this morning due to insufficient evidence. Jiangcheng TV will report live for you"
The curtains were not drawn in the room, it was still pitch black, the TV was still on, the hostess was chattering, the picture changed, and Sun Xiangming was photographed walking out under the escort of his parents and lawyers, and he was also yelling at the surrounding media reporters and the general public. bowed.
"Thank you for your concern. I think we should understand and support the work of the police. After all, they also want to solve the case and return my wife's innocence."
When he said this, his eyes were red again, and he wiped away his tears in front of everyone, his voice was choked up, and he couldn't say a word, so he had to wave his hand to signal the media not to shoot any more.
He then followed his parents into a taxi and disappeared from public view.
With a "bang", the remote control flew out and hit the TV screen, the noisy sound was interrupted, and the world returned to a dead silence.
The person sitting in front of the TV gritted his teeth, pulled his hair with his hands, let out a roar from the depths of his throat, and his usually handsome face gradually became sinister and distorted.
Early in the morning is the busiest time for the city bureau, with staff coming and going, criminal police in a hurry, and ordinary people coming to do business.
Coupled with the incident of Sun Xiangming, it was even more stressful to deal with the media and the procuratorate's accountability.
Bureau Feng paced back and forth in the office: "We still have to send a few people to monitor him, and he will never be allowed to leave Jiangcheng City. It is ridiculous for public opinion to interfere with judicial justice!"
When he said this, it was inevitable that people would think of the legends circulating in Jiangcheng police circles many years ago.
"Take responsibility for morality with iron shoulders, build the spirit of the police with loyalty" was the motto that Zhao Junfeng gave him when he took office as director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.
Don't look at him now that he is old, his figure is fatter, and his skills are not as good as before, but when he was young, he also captured drug dealers across provinces, fought gangsters at the border, rescued hostages in a flash of life and death, and even in a battle to destroy drug production dens. After being shot, he clung to the drug chief's thigh until reinforcements arrived.
Feng Jianguo became famous in the first battle, and only then did he get promoted step by step.
Over the years, he has stopped fighting on the front line, and his temper has gradually calmed down. When he said this, the aura of calmness and self-confidence shocked the little policeman. He immediately stood up straight and saluted, and shouted in a full voice: "Yes, Director, promise to complete the task, and never let Sun Xiangming leave our sight!"
He turned around to leave, but Feng Ju turned around and asked, "Where is Song Yuhang?"
The little police officer was taken aback for a moment and replied, "It should be on the way back."
Seeing Bureau Feng's expression, the little police officer closed the door for him with sympathy, thinking: Team Song is in great trouble this time, at least they have to be punished one by one.
Just as he was thinking about it, he accidentally bumped into the cleaner working in the corridor, and the broom fell to the ground.
He leaned over to pick it up and returned it to others: "Excuse me."
The cleaner was wearing a uniform hat and mask, hunched over, looked a bit older, and had a particularly hoarse voice.
"fine"
After all, he continued to sweep the dust in the aisle along the tile line.
The police officer carried the folder and continued walking, suddenly felt that something was wrong, this cleaner looks new, is he new here
He turned around to see that there was no one in the corridor, and he felt goosebumps all over his body, and cursed secretly: Damn it, it's a hell of a day.
Song Yuhang leaned against the car door, blood dripping down from his fingertips, which were bloody and bloody cut by the waste glass shards in the garbage dump, Fang Xin took a pack of tissues and tried to cover her up.
Song Yuhang avoided without a trace: "It's okay, just a little injury, tell the brothers, it's time to call it a day."
The rain had stopped, but the sky was still dark and the sheet clouds were so low that it looked like a bigger storm was brewing.
After a sleepless night, Song Yuhang's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messed up, and his clothes smelled like trash. The same goes for everyone else, they slumped on the seats when they got into the car, and no one spoke, the atmosphere was stagnant and low, and snoring broke out after a while.
Duan Cheng was yawning all over the sky, driving with a little bit of energy, Song Yuhang leaned on the back of the chair, the corners of his tight lips relaxed, his face was pale after staying up all night, after all, he was not a hard-working person, and only at this time did he show a trace of exhaustion .
Everyone in this car was exhausted physically and mentally, and she was no exception, so that her usual clear and smooth thinking became a little dazed.
For a while it was the face of the deceased Ding Xue.
After a while, Sun Xiangming smiled creepily at her through the iron gate.
When the scene changed, the mountains and plains were covered with white, she seemed to be in the reeds, brushing the reeds lightly with her fingers, and the wind blew up into the sky and hovered and landed on her eyebrows.
She heard someone say leisurely: "He can't afford a diamond ring, I'll give it to you"
Another familiar female voice said: "No, I don't even want can rings for Forensic Doctor Lin."
She frowned in her sleep, followed the sound, but fell into a cold swamp again.
They looked at each other like beasts, wishing they could pounce on each other and break each other's necks.
"Since the heaven and the earth are not benevolent, why not do it for the heaven?"
Do justice for the sky.
For whom, in what direction
Song Yuhang chewed these words, and felt that there was a bolt of lightning splitting the chaos. He sat up suddenly, his coat slipped off his body, and his expression changed.
"Duancheng, change the route, instead of going back to the Municipal Bureau, go directly to Sun Xiangming's house!"
Duan Cheng's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, he was shocked by her voice, and stammered: "What... what's wrong, Team Song?"
"This case is not over yet, hurry up, it will be too late!"
Song Yuhang hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started calling the field staff who were squatting near Sun's house.
At the moment when she was enlightened, she wanted to understand more things.
When she and Lin Yan went to school to find out the situation for the first time, Li Shiping chased Lin Yan and asked about Ding Xue's death, not out of curiosity at all, but out of concern for another person.
She remembered that when she went to Li's house that time, she had many awards on the wall, all of which were the champions of teaching competitions.
Song Yuhang asked casually, "You teach chemistry?"
Li Shiping took a sip of coffee: "Yes, I've been interested in this since junior high school. I wanted to be a scientist, but who knew that I became a teacher by mistake?"
Why are there so many original English works in the office of a person who teaches chemistry
The answer is self-evident.
And the overly clean photos in the window.
And that ring, "S" can be Song, Sun, or "Poetry" of course!
She may not have missed the details that Lin Yan noticed, so what is blocking her sight
Are you unwilling to believe that such feelings exist in the world, or...
Thinking of this, she only felt a secret fear rushing up her whole body.
Song Yuhang bit her lower lip until it turned bloody, and the tip of her tongue tasted a trace of rust. She stroked her hair violently, brushing all the broken hair up from her forehead, her eyes were red.
"Duancheng, drive faster!"
That's too late.
"Hello, your takeaway is here!" There was a knock on the door. Sun Xiangming had just come out of the shower, and while wiping his hair, he leaned over the cat's eye to take a look.
It was the food stall downstairs that he used to order, and he was still wearing his home work clothes, holding his bag and taking a step back, about to call him.
"Come here." He put the towel on the porch, opened the door a crack, and stretched out his arm to get it.
The delivery man didn't give it to him, but said: "Sir, can you give us a good review, please write a brief comment on the taste of our dishes, the boss asked for it, please do me a favor."
In the summer, the person in front of him was still wearing long-sleeved overalls, a peaked cap with the store logo on it, and a mask for the sake of hygiene. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, faintly pleading, and the sideburns that were pressed into the hat ooze Sweat a little.
Sun Xiangming impatiently took the pen and paper he handed over, and wrote on the sticky note, saying as he wrote: "The fried 60-year-old armor I ordered last time tasted good, but I didn't wash it clean and ate a few mouthfuls of sand. Your boss said..."
Before he finished speaking, the delivery man nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, what you said is true"
His loose cuffs faintly revealed a hint of coldness, and Sun Xiangming suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked up into his eyes, and the other party was still looking at him with a smile.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little familiar, and his scalp tingled.
In the middle of writing, he refused to write any more, put the sticky note and pen back into his hand, took the takeaway in his hand, and was about to close the door. At that moment, Li Shiping moved.
She didn't know where the strength came from and grabbed his arm, squeezing his arm with the door slamming.
Sun Xiangming's bones were about to be crushed, and a heart-piercing wail came from his throat.
The man in black jumped up from the courtyard on the fourth floor and rushed into the fire escape. The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a person immediately fell down limply.
The clothes on his body were stripped clean except for his underwear, his fingertips touched his carotid artery, and he was still gasping.
There is a small pinhole in the neck, probably fainted by the medicine.
The visitor didn't delay any longer, and ran up the fire escape, and when he was about to push open the iron door to reach the fifth floor, a tall man walked out of the bathroom next to him, with a miniature mic hanging on his ear.
plainclothes! remember
The visitor was slightly startled, and immediately, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.
The two tore and fell into the house, knocked down the porch, and spilled the takeaway all over the floor. Sun Xiangming wanted to scream, but the woman picked up the towel that fell on the ground and tried to cover his mouth.
After all, there is a disparity in strength between men and women. Sun Xiangming came back to his senses, grabbed her by the neck and kicked her away, then counterattacked and pushed her to the ground, holding her throat tightly.
The needle in the sleeve fell to the ground.
Li Shiping's face gradually turned pale, she struggled in vain to break his fingers, her head gradually turned to one side, when she turned her head and saw the needle, a strong hatred suddenly burst out in her eyes.
It was this force that drove her, she opened her fingers and touched the needle bit by bit into her hand. At this moment, she inevitably remembered the scene when she first met Ding Xue.
She knew her earlier than Sun Xiangming.
At that time she was the teacher and she was her student.
That day she had just finished a fight with her husband and went to the school to check on duty.
"Morning Mr. Li"
"morning"
"morning"
…
Students entered the school one after another, and girls with ponytails hopped along the long street. At that time, spring was in full bloom, poplar flowers were flying, and fine dust was floating in the air.
Seeing that she was about to be late, she would grab a small flower for a while, and then a catkin floating in the air.
She frowned, and saw her stop at the pancake stall at the school gate again: "Hurry up, you're going to be late, do you know?!"
Ding Xue turned around, rubbed her belly reluctantly, and put the money into the iron box of the pancake seller: "Grandpa, please keep it for me, I'll get it tomorrow morning"
The uncle chuckled: "Okay, little girl, go quickly, don't be late"
She was carrying a huge schoolbag and ran towards the campus stepping on the bell, but stopped when she ran past her, and handed the rose she had just picked to her.
The girl's eyes were shining brightly, and her tone was crisp: "Teacher, your eyes are so red, don't be unhappy, I promise you won't be late tomorrow! This flower is for you, please smile more~"
Who can not love such an innocent young man
Ding Xue broke into her life in such a hasty manner, and stayed there for decades.
"Do you know what I regret the most?" Li Shiping pushed the last bit of liquid in the syringe into his blood vessel.
She spoke calmly, but trembled uncontrollably. When the needle was empty, she knelt down and covered her face and cried.
"It was me, I was the one who persuaded her to get married, it was me, it was me... who killed her, but if I had been braver at the time, she would not have met this scumbag Sun Xiangming, and we would not have ended up like this today."
The man in black standing in the shadow of the door moved his lips, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Sun Xiangming lay quietly on the floor, foaming at the mouth, lifeless.
he died.
Ding Xue died.
Li Shiping also died.
She swallowed in the dark, swallowed the pills under her tongue thoroughly, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket, the lock screen password was her birthday, she wanted to take another look at her, but her vision gradually blurred When she woke up, she thought it was tears, but what splashed on the phone was blood.
She reached out to wipe off the blood on the phone, revealing a girl's warm smile.
It was Ding Xue's first year of teaching in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School after graduating from university. In Lianchi Park, on that breezy summer night filled with lotus fragrance, she confessed her love to her crush for several years.
She still remembers that night when the refreshing wind messed up her hair, her blushing face and shy eyes, she was obviously an adult, but she was so nervous that she couldn't know what to do.
Li Shiping didn't refuse when she leaned over to kiss her, in fact, his fingers were already so tense that he clenched the corner of his clothes.
Li Shiping laughed and coughed, the blood splashed all over the screen, she wiped the phone on her clothes in a panic, and finally gave her the last kiss with the corner of her blood-stained lips. Putting the phone on his chest, he slowly closed his eyes.
Remember "Li Shiping!" The man in black rushed over and shook her shoulder, but it was too late.
The police siren sounded from downstairs, Song Yuhang jumped out of the car, and loaded the bullet: "The first group leads people to surround the first unit, and we are not allowed to let a fly go. The second group breaks down the door with me to arrest people. Just shoot without hesitation"
As if he could already hear the footsteps of criminal police combat boots stepping on the corridor, he laid Li Shiping flat on the ground in a leisurely manner, took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, and wiped the places he helped one by one with a towel. That includes fingerprints, blood and footprints, even doorknobs.
While cleaning up everything quickly and precisely, he even twirled two strands of hair from Li Shiping's shoulders, and finally retreated carefully to the door, turned on the air conditioner to 16 degrees, and gently closed the door.
The moment he turned around, Song Yuhang stepped up the stairs and pulled out the gun from the holster on his back: "Stop! Police! Don't move, or you'll shoot!"
After a distance of about tens of meters, the man in black ran away, and the bullet flew past his legs, leaving two bullet marks on the ground.
Song Yuhang rushed out like a vigorous leopard, and at the same time he did not forget to tell the brothers in other groups: "Find the target, find the target, and guard the fire exit so that he does not escape!"
A few criminal policemen rushed out from the fire escape in an instant, and they went straight to the door with fists and kicks. The man in black didn't want to fight, he bent down to avoid it, and was about to run to the edge of the balcony.
As soon as he put his hand on the railing, a sharp pain hit his lower back, and he was kicked off directly. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, dodging Song Yuhang's head-on kick, a carp stood up straight, and the shot was a blow A tricky uppercut.
Fist and fist collided, and both sides took a step back, Song Yuhang threw his hands and rushed forward again, passing through several moves in a flash, all of them were evenly matched. She deliberately tried to lift the mask on the opponent's face, but was twisted by someone's arm, and the two of them were stuck in the game with each other. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the exposed water pipe on the wall behind him. Song Yuhang exerted force with his feet, and with the strength of the collision, his hands were firmly stuck on his shoulders like pliers and pushed him to the wall.
There was a loud "bang", and the plaster on the wall rustled down.
The eardrums were buzzing. Ordinary people might be knocked out on the spot, but the man in black has no worse fighting experience than Song Yuhang. Push your feet forward hard.
He had excellent leg skills, but this time he was caught off guard and hit a vital point in his abdomen. Song Yuhang's fingers lost strength, and he was kicked out on the spot and hit the opposite wall, coughing up a mouthful of bloody saliva.
Several criminal policemen behind her drew their guns when they saw the two get away, and the man in black didn't want to fight. He put his palms on the railing of the balcony and jumped down from the patio on the fifth floor.
Song Yuhang rushed forward, leaning half of his body out of the balcony, only in time to tear off a corner of his clothes.
I saw that person falling from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, and he shot quickly and relentlessly. With a "bang", the black stick was firmly stuck on the railing on the second floor. After stabilizing his figure in the air, he did a pull-up Going up, climbed over the railing, stumbled and disappeared into the corridor.
Song Yuhang slammed his fist on the railing: "Damn it, chase after me!"