"Miss, that car is still following you."
Lin Yan held up her phone and glanced in the rearview mirror. She was really not in the mood to deal with people today. She pulled the corner of her lips and spit out cold and heartless sentences.
"Get rid of it."
After hanging up the phone, a black Santana drove out from the corner of the mountain road and passed the taxi she was in.
Lin Yan leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes drifted to the empty mountains and fields, but his hands gradually tightened his hands on the phone.
"Miss, the Tai'an Mental Hospital is here." Lin Yan took out a few bills from his wallet, opened the car door and got out of the car, trotting all the way into the hospital.
A doctor had already been waiting at the door, leading her upstairs, with a guilty expression on her face: "Miss, the patient suddenly had a seizure and no one could get close to me, so we called you just now..."
Lin Yanjian walked like flying, almost running, she suppressed her anger: "How long has it been, why did you just notify me now? How did you take care of it? How is the situation now!"
The mental hospital is not big, a small three-story building, passing through the long corridor on the second floor, and a special patient lives in the innermost room.
The iron door of the usual confinement was wide open, Lin Yan rushed over with a stride, just as he grabbed the door frame with his hand, he saw a blue and white figure rushing towards her, and a cold light flashed in his hand.
The doctor next to him turned pale with fright: "Miss Lin, be careful!"
Lin Yan leaned back sideways and wiped the scissors against her chest. The grey-haired and hunched old man in front of him murmured plausibly and turned back while holding the scissors.
"Chunan, Chunan..." the old man said while stroking the yellowed photo in his hand, sticking it to his cheek but cautiously stuffing it back into his bosom for fear of being seen by others, and taking it out again after a while to have a look, repeating the cycle.
As she spoke, she staggered, with a urine bag hanging around her waist, and as soon as she walked and leaked, the cloudy yellow liquid dripped down her trousers.
Hearing this name again from a bystander, Lin Yan's eyes turned red instantly, and his palms clenched into fists.
She raised her head as if she wanted to swallow all the bitterness, took a deep breath and took a step forward, her throat moved slightly, and called her name: "Aunt Chen..."
The person called "Aunt Chen" lifted the quilt and threw all the pillows on the ground: "Chunan, where are you, Chu Nan... stop playing hide-and-seek with mom..."
She supported the bed tremblingly and leaned down, there was no one under the bed, the old man stood up trembling all over, his lips moved, his eyes were slightly red, and he went to explore other places.
"Chunan, don't hide... Come out quickly."
There is only a bed, a wardrobe, and not even a desk in the small room, so you can see everything at a glance.
The old man turned around and found nothing. The urine had already soaked half of his trousers, but she didn't realize it. She just stroked the piece of paper in her arms with a gentle expression.
"Chunan, it's time to go home for dinner. Mom made your favorite braised fish. After dinner, let's go kick the shuttlecock."
"Chunan, I put the milk in your schoolbag, remember to drink it."
"Chunan, it's getting dark, it's time to go to bed, mom will cover you with a quilt."
While talking, she covered the person tightly with her own clothes, and gently shook the photo like coaxing a baby, and put the scissors in her hand on the bed.
Lin Yan took a step forward, and the old man seemed to be awakened suddenly, and his expression became a little unpredictable.
She took out the photo again and stared at her: "Chunan, it's dawn, why haven't you come back?"
Lin Yan swallowed, and wanted to go over to comfort her: "Aunt Chen, Chunan has already..."
The old man tilted his neck to look at her with a strange expression, as if he was looking at the group of people behind her through her.
Behind Lin Yan there was only a white wall.
"Hello, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, are Chen Chunan's family members? Your daughter's body has been found."
"I'm sorry, that's how we found her, the forensic and trace departments did their best..."
Lin Yan turned into strange lights in her eyes, baring his teeth and claws for a while, and shattering into pieces for a while.
It is said that the body is actually just a pile of rotten flesh lying on the dissecting table.
She saw the past through that distant time, she saw the pale lights in the funeral parlor that night, she saw herself wailing on the ground limp, and she saw herself kneeling in front of the police and hugging someone's leg without letting go They solve the case as quickly as possible.
A month has passed.
Two months passed.
Three months passed.
…
She wandered around the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau day and night.
A year has passed.
She went to petition, but was kicked out and passed out on the street.
Two years have passed, and the report letters she sent to the Provincial Public Security Bureau, Discipline Inspection Commission, and Supervision Department seem to have disappeared.
Three years later, she sold her house, fell into the street, lived among beggars, and carried a stack of missing person notices in her arms wherever she went.
Just like that, holding a broken bowl, holding a stick, and wearing a pair of open-toed cloth shoes, she walked out of Jiangcheng, out of Binhai Province, and traveled all over the country.
Five years have passed and she has gone mad.
Tears welled up in those cloudy eyes, and she stood up tremblingly holding the scissors, and approached Lin Yan step by step: "It was you...it was you...you killed her..."
"And you!" She made random gestures in the air with scissors, and Lin Yan stepped back, signaling with her eyes for others to take this opportunity to quickly push him down.
"Aunt Chen..." Her voice was obscure, and it was difficult for her to speak, and she restrained her emotions repeatedly before she could speak a complete sentence.
"You put down the scissors first, I'll take you to find Chu Nan, believe me... I... will definitely find her."
While she was approaching Aunt Chen, several medical staff also walked around quietly from behind. She seemed to be aware of it, and turned around suddenly, and the sharp blades of the scissors gesticulated at the medical staff's face.
"I kill you! I kill you!"
At the very moment, Lin Yan got up violently, grabbed her waist tightly from behind, and dragged her back.
The old man struggled and howled, his voice was extremely shrill, and his sharp scissors mouth pierced the back of Lin Yan's hand one by one.
She didn't hide and didn't want to hide, she let the sharp scissors make a few small holes on the back of her hand.
The medical staff who caught up hurriedly knocked the man to the ground, and a sedative was given, and the old man finally calmed down.
Lin Yan gently picked her up from the ground and put her on the bed. She had little strength, but Aunt Chen was very light, she was already skinny.
The medical staff changed her into clean clothes and sheets, Lin Yan turned and closed the door, and his subordinates handed over tissues.
"Miss, do you want to go and see?"
She lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand that was still oozing blood, thinking: What is this little pain compared to Aunt Chen, or from the south
"Usually it's fine, how could it suddenly..." Before the subordinate finished speaking, he was startled by Lin Yan's cold gaze.
That look was very similar to that of the man inside just now when he swung the scissors and stabbed wildly.
He had no doubt that if he said one more sentence, his neck would be broken. He took a step back unconsciously, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"roll"
Relieved, he bowed slightly and walked away quickly.
There is only a silent wind in the corridor.
Lin Yan slid against the wall and sat down, buried her head in her arms, her voice trembling imperceptibly: "Today...is Chu Nan's birthday."
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The room was silent like a cicada.
Song Yuhang took the lead and stood in front to accept Feng Ju's spittle.
"They're all idiots! Idiots! The entire criminal police team is making people play around. It's fine if they don't catch anyone. You don't even know whether they are male or female. Taxpayers' money is supporting you gangsters!!! "
The more Feng Jianguo talked, the more angry he became, and the table was slapped loudly: "In normal training, everyone is showing off their power. I am the best in the world, and it is rare to meet an opponent. If you show off your bragging skills, you won't lose so ugly. !"
The two team members who were injured by the men in black are still lying in the hospital. One has a liver contusion and the other has a broken jaw.
Song Yuhang moved his lips and lowered his head slightly without saying a word. As the deputy captain of the criminal investigation detachment, she was the chief commander of the operation.
"Feng Ju, don't be angry, don't be angry, pay attention to your body, the most urgent thing is to solve the case." Zhang Jinhai wanted to help someone to sit down, but was brushed away. He did too much, so he still took the teacup in his hand, and took a sip to calm himself down.
"How is the fingerprint comparison? Has the poison been analyzed?"
Fang Xin tremblingly stood up from the team: "Ah... compared... The comparison is good... It is true that there is only Li Shiping's fingerprint on the syringe, and no fingerprints, footprints or bloodstains of a third person were found at the scene."
Another assistant forensic doctor also stood up and said: "It is preliminarily judged that the deceased Sun Xiangming was poisoned by cyanide, and the time of death was around ten o'clock in the morning. The air conditioner was turned on in the room. The actual time of death may be a little earlier than this, and the other deceased Residual arsenic compounds, commonly known as arsenic, were detected in Li Shiping's mouth, which is highly poisonous."
"There were traces of fighting at the scene. Sun Xiangming, the deceased, had extensive scratches on his left wrist, upper arm and lower arm. It was identified to be consistent with the squeeze marks on the side of the door. His skin tissue was also detected from the sawdust."
"There were four inconspicuous choke marks on the skin of the left neck of the deceased Li Shiping, and one on the right. Both the left and right choke marks matched Sun Xiangming's fingerprints. Clothing fibers were also extracted from Li Shiping's nails. Sun Xiangming is wearing the same pajamas."
"Therefore, we believe that the deceased Sun Xiangming had a fierce fight with Li Shiping. Li Shiping was at a disadvantage in the fight, but at the critical moment, he still stuck a syringe containing cyanide injection into his neck, and the blow was fatal."
"On Li Shiping's body, except for the choke marks left by Sun Xiangming, there are no other physical wounds. It is preliminarily inferred that he committed suicide."
Feng Jianguo rubbed the center of his brows, feeling overwhelmed: "How about the man in black who appeared at the scene?"
Song Yuhang moved his lips, and his voice was hoarse: "The scene was handled very cleanly, even the doorknob was wiped off by someone. If we hadn't appeared in time, this would have been a scene of deliberate revenge and suicide in fear of crime! One has a rich sense of counter-detection, is an old hand, or…”
They are police officers at all!
She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, Feng Ju waved his hand, indicating that everyone dispersed.
Song Yuhang went out with the others, Feng Jianguo took a sip of tea and called her name.
"Song Yuhang stay here for a while."
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Technical investigation office.
Fang Xin stood leaning against the table, holding a cartoon porcelain cup in his hand, still thinking about Ding Xue's case: "The cause of death is delayed drowning?"
Duan Cheng was lying on his back on the chair, holding in his hand the outer cover of the civil service examination book, and the inside was a gaudy swimsuit magazine.
"There can be fakes. After all, it is the identification made by Forensic Doctor Lin. In Binhai, no, it is also a well-known authority in the whole country."
Fang Xin took a sip of milk tea, and his eyes were a little sad: "That's true, it's a pity, you said that in the last few hours of her life, she was in so much pain, and she was still thinking about the place where she met Li Shiping in the past. What an obsession."
Maybe criminal policemen always participate in other people’s lives as bystanders, feeling the bitterness and bitterness from the details, and then there is a moment when the instinct of human empathy can make them feel the pain of the victim, even though, it’s just A little bit is enough to make it difficult for a young heart to calm down.
After she finished speaking, several people didn't say anything, and Zheng Chengrui also put down the chicken leg he was gnawing on, and looked up at the window. The rain dripped down the plantain leaves and hit the window lattice.
"Actually, I think" he hiccupped: "This case also taught us a lesson. Love killing is not only about love between men and women, there is also epic love between the same sex."
Duan Cheng laughed out loud when he heard this, and went to poke his swollen belly: "Hey, what happened to Lao Zheng today, has he become a lover?"
The dull atmosphere was broken, Zheng Chengrui brushed his hand away: "Go, go, what old Zheng, old Zheng, call Zheng Ge!"
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During the fight, Duan Cheng's book fell to the floor, Fang Xin picked it up and held up the gaudy magazine: "Hey, you want to be a civil servant, let me see what it is, um, Sora Aoi, Yoshizawa Mingbu..."
Before she finished speaking, Duan Cheng snatched it back with a blushing face, and put it back into his arms like a baby, mumbling: "I don't want to be a civil servant either, I just want to be a civil servant in our small county town." Photographer, eat and die."
"And you, what would you like to do if you weren't a cop?"
Fang Xin thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "Maybe he's already married, where is Old Zheng..."
Zheng Chengrui raised his head from the computer and pushed his glasses: "Programmer, write code, it's the kind of one-click entry of all the pictures of beauties on the Internet..."
Duan Cheng rushed over excitedly: "Brother Zheng, you are my real brother!"
"..."
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"Tell me, why do you doubt Lin Yan?" When there were only two of them, Director Feng spoke much more gently and motioned her to sit down.
Song Yuhang sat on the sofa, staring at the disposable paper cup in front of him: "I..."
"Zhao Ting is your teacher, and he is kind to me. He was sitting in my current position back then. He is the director of our Jiangcheng Bureau going out. You didn't lose face today alone. It's the entire criminal police team, the entire city bureau, who lost face to his old man!"
These words were more embarrassing than scolding her for being a drunk and a rice bag. Song Yuhang rubbed his face, smoothed the broken hair on his forehead, and took a few deep breaths to calm down.
"It was my fault."
"When I was a police officer under Zhao Ting, every time he held a meeting, he would emphasize that solving a case should not be taken for granted, specious, and must be presented with facts and reason. We are police officers, not bandits!"
"You are half responsible for Sun Xiangming's death. If you hadn't been caught and let go, maybe you wouldn't have alarmed the snake. Now that Li Shiping is dead, I thought the case would be solved and there would be an extra man in black. "
Feng Ju hated that iron could not be made into steel, and bent his index finger into knuckles to knock on the table fiercely: "Song Yuhang, Song Yuhang, you now take it for granted that Lin Yan is the man in black, what is the reason, what is the evidence? You know what Lin Yan is. Who is the father? Who is she?"
"Believe it or not, you just caught Lin Yan, and the city committee can reach my desk with a single phone call. Personal emotions should not be involved in handling the case. You are an old criminal policeman, why do you still make such low-level mistakes!"
Facing his persuasion and persuasion, Song Yuhang just lowered his head, his eyes were red, as if he was forbearing, but he didn't say anything in the end.
She couldn't speak.
She usually doesn't believe in any magical intuition or reasoning. She only believes in the evidence she has collected and logical assumptions.
But Lin Yan was an accident.
She didn't know where this intuition came from, she just had a faint sense of familiarity, Lin Yan was inseparable from the man in black.
Moreover, the man in black is two people.
At that time, she hadn't figured out one thing. The so-called intuition must be based on a certain understanding of the other party. She knew that she would do that, but her subconsciousness also reflected her own heart.
If it were her, she might not be able to do that.
A genius and a lunatic are not necessarily just one step away, but two similar people have the slightest chance of guessing each other's heart.
It's like looking in a mirror. The environment inside and outside the mirror may have changed, but in the final analysis, we are all alone.
When she finally got up to leave, Director Feng stopped her again: "Didn't you ask me why I transferred Lin Yan to our city bureau?"
Song Yuhang turned around holding the doorknob, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was haggard after days of sleepless nights.
She hoarsely said: "Why?"
"A person like Lin Yan is an enemy if he can't be a friend. She is a knife that kills people, and you are the best sheath."
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"Miss, what would you like to drink?" Her gaze wandered over the various colorful drinks on the display board.
Seeing her hesitation, the bartender enthusiastically made a recommendation: "Long Island Iced Tea is on sale today. It is carefully blended with vodka, white rum, and tequila. It is especially suitable for ladies!"
Song Yuhang stared blankly at his mouth opening and closing, unable to hear what he said.
Seeing that she didn't respond, the bartender changed another drink and pointed to her: "Miss, would you like to try our store's signature mojito? Add lime, mint and crushed ice to the white rum. It tastes very refreshing. —”
She didn't hear anything, just heard a word - MOJITO.
She inexplicably remembered that night at Randy's Bar, when Lin Yan stuffed the glass into her hand and flicked her hair amorously.
She asked casually, "What kind of wine is this?"
The other party smiled and replied, "Mojito."
The bartender is still babbling: "It's especially suitable for free spirited souls..."
Song Yuhang took out money from his wallet and handed it over: "That's it."
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The wind chime at the door of the store jingled, the man put away his umbrella and opened the door, went straight to the bar and ordered a glass of depth charges.
The bartender watched him carrying the wine and walking towards the table of the lady who was in a trance just now.
The man glanced behind him, and saw that there was only a small bartender poking his head curiously, so he leaned the umbrella against the table and sat down opposite Song Yuhang.
"Why—" Song Yuhang raised his eyes, the man had already taken off his peaked cap, wrapped a circle of snow-white gauze around his head, blood was faintly oozing from the corners.
She immediately squeezed the wine glass tightly in her hand.
The man put his hat back on again: "It's a professional killer, I saved my life."
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "I really underestimated her."
The man took a sip of the wine in his glass, with the brim of his hat pressed down so low that he couldn't see his face clearly: "The other party is very alert, and there are so many experts around him. I've already been exposed, so it's not suitable for me to follow."
Song Yuhang only felt that he had tasted bitterness from the clear aroma of the wine, she was not reconciled but there was nothing he could do about it for the time being.
"It's been hard work, take a good rest."
This is the informant she has worked with for many years. Song Yuhang took out a stack of money from his pocket and handed it over.
The man took it and put it in his bag. He couldn't stay for too long and was about to leave.
When Song Yuhang got up, he saw him slightly bent his lips: "You seem to have never drank during working hours."
Song Yuhang froze for a moment, shaking the remaining ice in the cup with a loud clang.
"On vacation."
The man stopped talking and strode away with his backpack on his back.
After he left, Song Yuhang spread out his palm, and a piece of thin cloth had been crumpled.
She tore it off from the man in black. She did not give it to the police as evidence, but kept it close to her body.
At this moment, he raised his right hand to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath.
The temperature brought by the alcohol did not melt the ice in her eyes.
Lin Yan, Lin Yan.
How many surprises can you bring me