Lin Yan changed her clothes and appeared in a high-end club in the city center. It was just nightfall and there were not too many people. The lights were low and there was a boy in a tuxedo playing the violin in the restaurant, which was melodious.
She followed the waiter around a few bends, her high heels stepping on the soft carpet without a sound.
Until it stopped in front of a door, the waiter bowed and said, "Miss Lin, please."
Lin Yan pushed the door open and entered. The man swung his club, but the ball missed the hole. When he heard the movement, he turned around and saw her, with a smile naturally showing on his face.
Not overly enthusiastic nor alienated.
"Here we come."
He wiped his sweat with a towel and motioned her to sit down.
The waiter led her in and left quietly. This is a small indoor golf course, and Lin Yan was not polite, there was already ready refreshments on the table—as if he knew she would come.
He picked up a candied fruit with his fingertips and put it into his mouth, frowning slightly—it was too sweet.
She wiped her hands with a tissue, but didn't move.
The man was in his forties, of medium build, with a fair face, wearing an ordinary T-shirt, slightly out of breath after a round of golf, and sat down opposite her.
"How is it? Did the court session go well today?"
Lin Yan has always been sitting but not standing, leaning on the chair, with two white and slender legs lightly stacked together, thin red high-heeled shoe straps hanging on the snow-white ankles.
She also wore a more sexy black sleeveless dress than in the daytime, with a well-cut black sleeveless dress, a deep V-neck, and her collarbone and plump areas were all exposed.
This color and style are too coquettish, but she wears it without any style, just right and enchanting.
There are two big earrings on the earlobes, and the wavy curly hair is up, leaving a little broken hair on the cheeks and forehead. The skin is fair, but he prefers to wear dark lipstick, which is a bit glamorous.
Such a woman is a stunner and prey to a man.
Lin Yan smiled: "Well, it went well."
As if responding to her words, the mobile phone on the table lit up, and a bank remittance message jumped out of the screen, the amount was huge, and the payment was from Xinye Company.
The man raised his wine glass: "Congratulations, Ms. Lin, for making another fortune."
"Wherever it is, I have to thank you for giving me this opportunity."
The goblets touched each other lightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.
When he put down the wine glass, the corners of Lin Yan's lips faded: "Then according to the agreement..."
"Don't worry, I have sent someone to check the information you asked me to find on the public security intranet..."
Lin Yan's pupils shrank slightly: "How?"
The man shook his head, and took another sip of champagne: "It's hard, the case back then is very old, and there are only a few words on the intranet. I copied it, but I don't think it will be of much help to you."
The lips of the woman on the opposite side trembled, and she quickly regained her composure: "The Public Security Bureau should keep paper files for such major cases."
The man nodded bluntly: "Yes, but it's strange to say that when we moved the archives last month, a batch of old files were all gone, and there was no ashes left."
The fire in the archives room was not a trivial matter. Several crimes of dereliction of duty were investigated and dealt with by the superiors, but they were all old past events that had been closed.
"There will be another place."
"Procuratorate."
As usual, as the supervision department of the public security organ, all evidence will be submitted to the procuratorate and then handed over to the court, so there should be a backup.
But the procuratorate always asks the public security bureau for files, and I have never heard of a public security organ requesting files from the procuratorate. Isn't this equivalent to admitting that I have neglected my duties in disguise
What's more, this is a dark matter and cannot follow the normal procedure.
Of course Lin Yan understood the pros and cons, although she didn't say anything, she squeezed the goblet's slender neck tightly, her finger bones were as pale as jade, as if she could break them at any moment with such force.
The man shook his head: "No, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, as the place where the crime happened, they will definitely have a backup, if not..."
He raised his head, with a dim light in his eyes: "Lin Yan, you can no longer investigate this case."
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Coastal Province is located in the southwestern border of the sea, and there are many typhoons and storms in summer.
The wind shook the branches, and the rain rolled in with the curtains.
The woman stepped on the ground with her bare feet.
"You can't go any further with this case."
Just chewing on these words, she chewed up her hatred, raised her hand and stabbed it into the wall fiercely.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the interior of the house. The walls were covered with "Xs" in large and small sizes with a red paint pen, and their long tails trailed down like dried blood.
A few yellowed photos and newspapers were pinned with thumbtacks above the bloodstains. The room was not big, and most of the walls were covered with eloquence.
The similar human skeletons and minced meat in the photos have not faded due to the mottled time and the moldy paper, and the stench can still be smelled across time and space.
The girls were surrounded in the middle, quietly looking at her and smiling, the original delicate face was also set off a bit strangely against this background.
Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the woman's sullen face.
Her throat moved slightly, and she drank the liquid in the goblet up her head.
The arm hangs down, and the remaining liquid from the mouth of the cup hits the floor drop by drop, like blood splashed on the feet.
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The news happened to show Lin Yan being chased and intercepted by reporters. Song Yuhang, holding a teacup in his hand, was listening intently when the door of the office was pushed open unexpectedly.
She quickly put down her teacup and stood up: "Hello Zhao Ting."
Almost subconsciously, she raised her hand in salute. The woman was wearing a spring and autumn uniform, a light blue shirt, and a tie. She stood upright with her other hand next to the seam of her trousers. Place it on the left side of the table.
Seeing her being so formal, Zhao Ting laughed again: "There are not so many rules here, sit down."
"it is good."
Only then did Song Yuhang sit down again, still sitting upright with his back straight.
"How are you doing?"
"It's okay, it's just high blood pressure, which is an old problem, but I also listened to your teacher's wife to take medicine every day to control it, so it's not a big deal."
Zhao Ting is in his early fifties, slightly fat, with some gray hair between his temples, but his body is still strong and energetic.
At that time, he was still studying at the Public Security University. As a senior police inspector of the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Department, he often gave lectures, and he was also Song Yuhang's half teacher. After she graduated, she wanted to return to Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau to work, and he was the one who worked hard. adjust.
She was grateful for all these, and this time, taking advantage of the meeting at the provincial department, she had time to visit her former teacher.
Unexpectedly, both of them were entangled in trivial matters, and the only time they met was in the office.
But that was enough, Zhao Junfeng was one of the few people who treated her very well.
"You still have to take care of your health and take your medicine on time. Don't let my teacher remind you... Here are some health supplements for you."
She is not a talkative person, no matter how many things are blocked in her heart, she can't speak out.
I saw some colorful gift boxes piled up at her feet, the "golden partner" that was often broadcast on TV, and some dairy products, bird's nest and so on.
He seemed to be a little dumbfounded: "Huh, you kid, you just came here, why do you still buy these, let your teacher's wife see you and say you, and besides, what does it look like to carry these in and out of the police station for people to see?" !"
Even so, it can be seen that he is really happy.
Song Yuhang slightly bent the corners of his lips, and said nothing more.
Zhao Junfeng was processing the official documents at hand while gossiping about family affairs. He planned to have a drink with this apprentice after get off work today. Unexpectedly, an internal call came in, and the old director frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Reporter interview."
Zhao Junfeng has worked in criminal investigation work all his life, step by step, and how many times he was born and died, licking blood on the edge of a knife. What he fears most is not those vicious criminals, but the intellectuals who are accustomed to verbal criticism.
Zhao Junfeng hung up the phone, suddenly feeling a little helpless: "You know, the 4.18 case was overturned again, and the procuratorate sent people to monitor it every three days, and the court was also urging us to add new evidence. Torture to extract a confession! The brothers in the main team have been sleepless for several days, but the suspect is not so easy to catch."
Binhai Province is a province with a large population. More than one-third of the population is migrant workers.
Song Yuhang pondered for a while: "I have a general understanding of that case. I suggest that the direction of investigation should be on people who had close contact with the deceased. After all, not many people know that the deceased suffered from heart disease, especially those who had close contact with the deceased. Those who have been in contact, those who have entered KTV on the night of the incident, focus on investigation."
"The deceased works in a KTV, and his interpersonal relationship is complicated." He picked up his teacup and took a sip, frowning.
Because the brothers in the general team have been fighting for several nights in a row. As the leader, although he doesn't have to visit the houses in person, the burden on his shoulders is not light, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days.
Song Yuhang pondered for a moment. When she was thinking about the problem, her thumb would unconsciously rub against her index finger.
Still, there wasn't much emotion on that face.
"Investigate Jin Weixin at the same time, find out the source of the drug, and it will not be far from the truth."
"Have you read the autopsy report?" Zhao Junfeng didn't shy away from it, and the documents were placed on the table.
"Look, since the murderer was able to throw poison and leave the deceased defenseless, it means that he was very close to the deceased. According to the autopsy report, the deceased was stabbed in the chest by a fruit knife shortly after death, causing heavy bleeding. The monitoring focuses on investigating this Time slot, see who has entered and exited the box."
Zhao Junfeng was holding the teacup, the steam came up and wet the lenses of the presbyopic glasses, he gently rubbed the cup wall, his expression seemed a bit secretive.
"The deceased is already dead, why go back and stab again?"
"In order to disturb the police's sight, or... to blame others."
She lightly pursed her lower lip: "Or maybe it's just a simple fear that the deceased will make up for it if he doesn't die."
Scientific criminal psychology portraits are based on crime analysis, victim information, and logical evidence, rather than fortune-telling.
Therefore, she did not investigate the scene, nor saw the corpse with her own eyes, so she could only give suggestions.
"The murderer had close contact with the deceased and Jin Weixin, and even had a feud with one of them."
"It may appear in KTV that night."
"The possibility of women committing crimes is not ruled out."
There is too little information, and that is the conclusion.
After she finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng smiled lightly, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, but also as if he had expected it.
It was dusk now, and the rays of the setting sun shone through the blinds, casting a speck of light on his desk.
The wind blew up a corner of the autopsy report, revealing the name of the chief prosecutor: Lin Yan.
Song Yuhang didn't understand what his smile meant at the moment, but later he found out that what she said had been mentioned to him a few days ago.
Is it a hero who sees the same thing, or is it a destined enemy
At that time, Song Yuhang had already passed his thirties, and he thought that he had completed one-third of his life, and because of the relationship between his occupation and the major he studied, he had an insight into the world and people's hearts, but he didn't know that fate was a messy and messy web. .
She and Lin Yan are just the two most insignificant stars in the wave of this era.
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"Miss, the meal is ready." The housekeeper knocked lightly on the door of the study.
Lin Yan put the folded origami crane into a transparent glass bottle, closed the lid, sealed it, and locked it in the window.
"Bring it up."
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"Come on, Xiao Song, come here after a long time and eat more."
In the evening, the teacher's wife prepared a family banquet and made a table of hot dishes, including fish, shrimp and crab meat.
Seeing that the rice bowls had piled up like a hill, Song Yuhang had no choice but to stuff it into his mouth while reaching out to stop him.
"That's enough, teacher's wife, there's still some in the bowl, you can eat too."
"Hey, okay, sit down first, I'm still cooking soup in the pot."
With that said, he ran into the kitchen to serve the soup again.
Zhao Junfeng opened a bottle of Wuliangye, filled it up for himself, and poured only half a cup for her.
When two plastic wine glasses touched each other, Song Yuhang took a sip, his face flushed from burning.
Zhao Junfeng laughed loudly: "It's still not allowed to drink."
"Ahem..." She put down her wine glass, just as the teacher came back with soup and filled a small bowl for her.
"I made you laugh."
"Oh, why are you instigating people to drink again? Xiao Song doesn't drink if he can't drink. Don't listen to him. Come, have some soup."
Song Yuhang hurriedly stood up to take the bowl: "Thank you, Master."
"Thank you, you child, we haven't been here for ten days and a half months. It's good that you are here. Teacher's wife is very happy."
Zhao Junfeng started from working as a police officer in Pianer until he is now the deputy director of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Department in charge of criminal investigation work. Gangster revenge was killed.
If you can grow up safely, now should be the age to start a family.
Even though the case was solved, the old couple left scars in their hearts, and they haven't had any more children for so many years.
So no matter when you come, the Zhao family is always deserted.
Zhao Junfeng filled it up for himself again: "Let's not talk about this, I heard that you are talking about it? The other party's age, family background, occupation? What is his personality? Will he beat his wife or not?"
The first reaction in criminal investigation is to ask these questions.
Song Yuhang couldn't laugh or cry: "I can't hide anything from you, and we haven't talked about it yet, just listen to my mother and go on a blind date."
Zhao Junfeng knew her well, and he wouldn't have said that if he hadn't said anything. This time, he probably saw her right.
"It's okay to meet a few times, a few years older than me, less than forty, single and unmarried, no bad habits such as smoking and alcohol, home in Jiangcheng, doctor of medicine."
Listening to the side, the teacher's wife also felt that the conditions were good, and she was a little puzzled: "It's the first marriage at such an age, so there won't be any embarrassment, so we should pay more attention and observe carefully."
Song Yuhang understood: "Well, what you said is that you have met a few times, had a few meals, and are friends, and I haven't thought about anything else for the time being."
"Yes, that's the reason. There is no rush for marriage. Xiao Song's conditions are so good, so I don't have to worry about finding a good family."
Zhao Junfeng stared at her anxiously: "What do you know, it's hard to find a partner for a criminal police officer, and it's even rarer for a woman to do this job! If you don't take advantage of your youth, hurry up and find someone who looks right to you. The older you get, the older you get. You pick people and they pick you!"
This is exactly what her mother said.
Song Yuhang raised his forehead: "Zhao Ting..."
The teacher's wife quarreled with him again because of this matter: "Then you still don't appreciate that I have taken a fancy to you and cultivated eight lifetimes of blessings!"
"You old woman, I think the older you get, the more unforgiving your mouth becomes..."
Although Zhao Junfeng complained, the smile in his eyes did not change, and everyone in the room burst into laughter.
The lights of the city are turned on one after another, the traffic flows on the viaduct, and the food in the house is fragrant. For thousands of people, this is just an ordinary and ordinary weekend.
For Song Yuhang, until many years later, she still remembered the redness on the face of the master from the smell of alcohol, the laughing and scolding of the master's wife, and the table full of her favorite meals.
Those were good times that never came back.