"Everyone, in groups of two, search in a carpet style, and disperse!" In the wilderness, with an order, the criminal and armed police officers with live ammunition scattered in all directions.
The police dog lay on the ground and sniffed, passed through the low bushes, barked, and wagged its tail excitedly, and brought back a shoe.
The trainer took the sneakers out of its mouth, turned on the phone and compared them with the clothes the suspect was wearing when he fled. He was overjoyed, put the shoes next to the police dog's nose, sniffed them, and then patted them lightly. its back.
Police dogs ready to go.
The trainer let go: "Good job, Chasing Feng, go!"
A black afterimage rushed towards the woods like an arrow from the string, and the policemen with live ammunition behind them followed up one after another.
not for a while.
The phone on Zhao Junfeng's desk rang.
Holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, he was listening to the report of the Aurora Operation by the Deputy Director and the Criminal Investigation Team.
Before he finished speaking there, he slammed his teacup on the table heavily, and scalding water overflowed his hand.
"What? The person was found? Dead?!" He stood up and slapped the table loudly: "Check! Check it out for me!!!"
The commander-in-chief in charge of leading the team at the scene was the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of Binhai Province. At this moment, he took his mobile phone a little farther away, and when Zhao Junfeng finished his roar, he immediately saluted and said, "Yes, the forensic doctor has arrived at the scene and is conducting a preliminary corpse report." test!"
After hanging up the phone, he also put on his gloves and walked to the shore.
The person has been salvaged from the water, and several forensic doctors in white protective suits are working around the corpse.
The leader is the forensic director of the Technical Investigation Division of the Binhai Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps. Although he is not as talented as Lin Yan, he is an old forensic doctor with more than 30 years of experience.
"Old Qian, what's the matter?"
The forensic doctor surnamed Qian lifted the dead man's eyelids and looked, then turned around and said, "The preliminary autopsy is in line with the indications of drowning before death. , he was undoubtedly drowned."
The trace inspection also came to report: "No footprints of the second person were found at the scene, except...except..."
I thought catching the "Vulture" was a great feat, but who knows what the hell is good in catching a dead man
The captain of the criminal investigation was annoyed: "Hesitating, except for what to say completely!"
The trace inspector closed his eyes: "Except...except your footprints, captain!"
He came here in a hurry and didn't wear shoe covers. The criminal investigation team leader looked behind him, and there was a series of uneven footprints left on the muddy ground by the river bank, including his and other search team members.
He slapped it and waved it: "I..."
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Eighth day of hunger strike.
Lin Yan didn't expect him to come.
Twenty-six years ago, he was still a fledgling policeman, but now he has a silver olive branch on his shoulders, and he is really advancing step by step.
The two looked at each other coldly through the bars.
Lin Yan was young at the time, and many things have been blurred, but she still remembers that rainy night when she and Lin Cheng were kidnapped. In the suburban factory, the exchange of ransom failed, and the police rushed in.
The first thing was not to save her, but to pull the trigger on her dying.
That year, she was six years old.
The night blurred everything, and she was so weak that she had no strength at all, and could barely see the blue stubble and trembling lips under his lowered hat brim.
The rain trickled down his chin.
It was this moment of hesitation that other people also ran in.
"There are people alive, and there are people alive!"
She was hugged in both hands in a daze, and the police ran out carrying her, and Lin Cheng's cold body was also carried out.
It rained heavily that night.
He still has lingering fears in retrospect.
In the dilapidated factory, raindrops fell like beans, and the place where the girl was lying had already formed a pale red pool of blood.
When the suspect who was pressing on her was pushed away, the girl had no clothes on her lower body, and a deadly dagger was stuck in the suspect's chest.
She saved herself, but the eldest son Lin Cheng, whom Lin Youyuan wanted to save with all his heart, died.
He still remembers the look in the eyes of the girl lying quietly on the ground, cold, desperate, and the hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow.
It's exactly the same as Lin Yan today.
The policeman standing outside the iron gate shuddered inexplicably. He waved his hands and signaled the prison guards to release her handcuffs: "She is released on medical parole."
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After waking up again, Lin Yan found herself lying in her own nursing home, and the person who came to serve her was her personal butler.
She knew herself, free.
Only then did she open her mouth to swallow the hot porridge brought to her lips by the housekeeper. She ate in a hurry, and soon coughed up, choking out tears.
She was hungry, really hungry, hungry and cold.
She thought that there was probably nothing in this world that could warm her up.
The only person who could warm her also died many years ago.
How I wish that was a dream too.
Lin Yan sighed inwardly, and closed his eyes again.
Go to sleep, you can see her when you fall asleep.
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"Lin Yan?!" Song Yuhang turned over from the bed, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat from her brow, she was still in shock.
She had just dreamed that Lin Yan was pointing a gun at herself.
That scene was overwhelmingly red.
Song Yuhang wanted to return to her the words she gave him.
Don't you die... don't die.
She closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva frantically, took a deep breath to calm herself down, took out her cell phone from under the pillow and started calling her. She regretted it when she dialed the number—Lin Yan's cell phone had been trampled on long ago. Broken.
But even so, she still waited for the call to connect with a faint hope.
until-
"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."
Song Yuhang realized that she and Lin Yan had completely lost contact.
When Ji Jingxing came in carrying the bought food, a blue and white shadow rushed out.
Song Yuhang didn't even bother to change his clothes, Ji Jingxing followed behind and shouted: "Song Yuhang, what are you doing?!"
She paused slightly, turned around, looked at the medical staff who were chasing up behind Ji Jingxing, turned around and ran away.
After a while, Ji Jingxing's phone turned on, and Song Yuhang sent a message: Sister, I'm going to the detention center to see my friend.
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"Forensic doctor Lin? I left early, and I applied for medical parole yesterday."
Still the little prison guard.
Song Yuhang was still wearing a hospital gown, and his shoes were reversed: "Which hospital did you go to? Why did you apply for medical parole? What happened to her inside? How could it be so serious—"
Guarding all the complete medical facilities and medical services, Lin Yan's shoulder injury is not a problem.
Those who can apply for medical parole are all life-threatening emergencies.
In other words, only when the prisoner is about to die, the police will grant him bail for medical treatment.
Song Yuhang's heart sank heavily.
The prison guard's mouth opened and closed: "We don't know, we don't care where we go. Hey, this forensic doctor Lin is also a character. I have been here for so many years, and this is the first time I see someone here. Those who committed suicide in the prison did not make it twice... and went on a hunger strike! It scared our director!"
Before he could finish his sentence, someone lifted his collar and slammed it hard against the iron door, making a loud bang.
The alarm went off.
Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "What did you do to her?! What did you do?! Why did she commit suicide, why?!!!"
The armed police in the sentry box quickly surrounded him, and someone fired a warning shot. Song Yuhang let go of his hand, stepped back in a daze, and was immediately pushed down to the ground by the armed police swarming up.
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"Okay, what a deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, Song Yuhang! He broke into the detention center in broad daylight and injured the prison guards. Even the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee called me to ask me! You really give me a face, and you Jiangcheng City Bureau Chief! face!"
Zhao Junfeng spit stars flying around, and slapped the table loudly: "I think you are almost fine, if you want to be with Lin Yan so much, then I will make it possible for you! Come on, put in confinement, except for the doctor who forbids anyone People visit! Until you know you are wrong!!!”
"Boom—" The iron door was locked, Lin Yan went out, and Song Yuhang went in again.
When Ji Jingxing came to see her, she was resting on the ground with one hand, and there was a small window on the door, revealing Ji Jingxing's face.
Song Yuhang got up from the ground and ran over: "Sister, why are you here?"
"I'll bring you some daily necessities." Ji Jingxing said, seeing the gauze faintly exposed under her white short sleeves, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red again.
"What, what are you fussing about, you have to run outside before your injury heals, who is so important and worthy of you..."
Song Yuhang was silent.
Seeing that she was silent, Ji Jingxing added another sentence: "Yu Hang, you weren't so impulsive before, tell me, who is that Lin Yan?"
Song Yuhang's heart skipped a beat.
Indeed not.
It seems that ever since I met Lin Yan, my emotions have become more emotional, and it is always difficult to keep calm when encountering things related to her.
At first, she thought it was Lin Yan's rebelliousness and arrogance, and she couldn't bear it personally.
Until what happened later, she walked towards her with a wine glass in her hands.
She leaned on her shoulder weakly because of drunkenness.
The fight in the rainy night.
On the rooftop, two people smoked against each other.
She was lying across the carriage, revealing the vest line and the back of her neck.
She had no fear in a one-on-four, but she smiled the moment she appeared.
She shook her hand and said, "Don't die."
What has been unable to calm down is her heart.
Song Yuhang rubbed his face vigorously: "I..."
"Don't talk, just answer my question."
Ji Jingxing lay prone in front of the bars, only half of her beautiful chin could be seen.
She didn't know why, and her voice was a bit obscure: "Fang Xin told me that you were injured to save her from being dazed?"
His thin chin clicked.
"You ran out again and again to find her?"
Song Yuhang responded sullenly: "En."
"The beating is also for her?"
"I didn't expect that person to faint so easily..." Song Yuhang said in a softer voice, and finally nodded.
"That's right."
Ji Jingxing asked the last question: "Do you regret it?"
Song Yuhang thought for a long time, then shook his head firmly: "I don't regret it."
Ji Jingxing smiled wryly, and said nothing, a trace of loneliness flashed across her face where she couldn't see.
"Sister, I'm sorry... this time... I was impulsive. You tell mom that I'm almost in good health, and I'll be home in a few days. Don't tell her about my confinement, so that she won't think about it."
This time it was Song Yuhang who put on the bars and watched her.
Ji Jingxing looked at the face that was almost similar to Song Yichen, and smiled a bit reluctantly: "Okay, I know, it's getting late, I should go out."
Song Yuhang knew that Zhao Junfeng should make an exception to allow her to come in.
She swallowed, glanced left and right from the corner of her eye, but no one was around, she hooked her fingers at Ji Jingxing, and when she came over, she stuffed a small note into her hand.
"Make the call, he knows what to do."
Ji Jingxing's heart was agitated by her trickery: "This... what is this..."
Song Yuhang had already pushed her away: "Sister, go slowly."
She mouthed to her: go out and see.
Ji Jingxing turned his head suspiciously, and didn't spread the note until he walked out of the gate of the detention center.
The fingernail-sized piece of paper was rubbed wet and crumpled, and it was unknown how long it had been hidden on the body.
She managed to identify a string of phone numbers, turned the note over and saw three words written crookedly: looking for, Lin, and tired.
Ji Jingxing pursed the corners of his lips, rubbed the note into his palm, and continued walking, but accidentally dropped the note when he passed the trash can.
Who would pay attention to such a small note? She reached out to stop the taxi and got in.
"Master, the train station."
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To say that he was released on medical parole is actually to say that he was released without charge.
Lin Yan used his ruthlessness to win a way out for himself.
During her recovery period, Operation Aurora officially came to an end with the death of "Vulture".
A mighty anti-pornography storm has swept through the streets and alleys of Binhai Province, from the provincial capital to prefecture-level cities including major towns. The police dispatched more than 10,000 police officers, more than 500 police dogs, and thousands of staff from other departments to conduct a unified search of entertainment venues, KTV, massage parlors, bars, and private houses in the province to arrest those involved in the 6.1 case Sixty-one people, including two government officials who held the umbrella for the convenience of "Vulture".
He Miao's little uncle was also among them.
So far, the 6.1 case has been declared resolved.
As for the banning of other pornography-related venues, the seizure of those that should be arrested, and the arrest of those that should be arrested, they are all dealt with in a separate case, completely destroying an industrial chain of interests with female victims as the main body.
The People's Daily published a high-profile report on the front page, but obscured the names and context of the two policemen who made outstanding contributions.
Lin Yan turned a page of the newspaper in his hand, twitched the corners of his lips leisurely, and when he took off his glasses and was about to go to sleep, he glanced at the legal edition again.
She frowned and put her glasses back on.
The headline reads in black and white in Song Dynasty: "The bandit leader of the 6.1 case "Vulture" slipped and fell into the river and drowned while fleeing in fear of crime."
This page is all black, and the picture is mosaic, so blurry that it is not clear at all.
Lin Yan stretched out his hand: "The magnifying glass."
The housekeeper who was serving at the side brought it to her. Lin Yan spread the newspaper on her knees, took off her glasses, and moved over inch by inch with a magnifying glass.
She is looking at the corpse.
The clothes are intact, but one shoe is missing, and the newspaper said it was lost on the way to escape. As for the face, it was mosaiced, and the specific features of the corpse could not be seen clearly.
As for the nails, these small details are even more unclear. Lin Yan stared at his body shape, converting the ratio of the picture to the reality in his mind.
With long limbs, a streamlined body, broad shoulders, and a tall man, he is likely to be able to swim!
She jumped up from the bed in a jerk: "Change clothes, I'm going out!"
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During the more than one month of confinement, Song Yuhang was not idle. While doing rehabilitation, she began to repair Lin Yan's mechanical stick.
After all, she is not in prison but in confinement. She has a certain degree of freedom and has two hours of activity time every day. She spends time in the library and tries her best to contact an old classmate of hers, who is now famous all over the country. Firearms expert.
After sending the picture to him, the other party quickly sent a message: It can't be repaired, it has to be melted and recast.
Song Yuhang sat in front of the old desktop computer in the detention center and typed: How to integrate
The other party sent a long series of drawings with rich pictures and texts.
After Song Yuhang downloaded it, the prison guard came over and called, "It's time for the release, it's here."
Song Yuhang turned off the computer, turned his head every three steps, and was still thinking about the blueprint.
As soon as she returned to the confinement room, she turned on the desk lamp and began to trace with the memory in her mind.
Every day.
Zhao Junfeng took a sip of tea and put it down again: "What is Song Yuhang doing recently?"
"draw."
"Oh?" He raised his head slightly.
"It seems to be drawing some kind of blueprint."
Zhao Junfeng lowered his head to look at the newspaper again: "Look at how you live these days, it's more leisurely than me as the head of the department."
Feng Jianguo finally came to the provincial department to report on his work, and he was completely overwhelmed: "I said, Zhao Department, you are free, and the grassroots units under us are about to run out of their legs."
The implication is, quickly return the person to Lao Tzu.
Of course he didn't dare to say that, but that was what he meant inside and outside the words.
Of course, Zhao Junfeng also knew that the more it was finished, the busier it would be.
Without Song Yuhang, such a capable leader, the Jiangcheng City Bureau would still be in chaos.
What he was waiting for was Feng Jianguo to come to ask him for someone, but he didn't show his pride in his heart.
"Go, tell that bastard to come out to work, how can the leaders break their legs every day, so she can draw some pictures and hide away!"
When the Song Yuhang incident happened, although Feng Jianguo was very angry, he always felt that it was justifiable. Let alone him, let alone an old colleague, he would still be angry even if the prisoner committed suicide in the prison, and the prison guard did not have any injuries. , Song Yuhang was still injured and was beaten by the armed police who rushed up.
What he meant was a warning within the party, and the meaning of suspension without pay was ignored. Who knew that Zhao Ting was more ruthless than him and sent people directly to the confinement room, and they couldn't be stopped.
Song Yuhang's merits and demerits were balanced, and he was punished.
What do you think she is trying to do!
Director Feng couldn't figure it out after much deliberation. Forget it, then came the conclusion of Operation Aurora and the progress of a series of anti-pornography work. He was busy for more than a month before he was free to come to the provincial department to ask for someone.
Hearing that Zhao Junfeng wanted to let go, he hurriedly cupped his hands: "Thank you bro, you really helped me a lot."
When Zhao Junfeng was the director of the Jiangcheng City Bureau, Feng Jianguo was still a policeman under him, so he could afford to be called "brother".
However, when he yelled like this, it reminded the old director of the glorious years in the past, the wrinkles on his face became more vivid, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Don't thank me in a hurry, you still have to temper her hard, guard against arrogance and impetuosity! Look at how impulsive she is this time. She is not a person who can accomplish great things. Don't disappoint her father and brother's love for her." Expectation is."
Feng Jianguo's heart trembled, Zhao Ting had high hopes for Song Yuhang.
That's right, she has been working as a deputy in the Criminal Investigation Detachment for many years, and there is no reward for her, unless...
Feng Jianguo's face also became serious: "Don't worry Zhao Ting, I will definitely beat her well this time when I go back."
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"Captain Song, Police Officer Song, you have been troubled this time, you have worked hard, you have worked hard."
The prison guard came to see her out and returned all her belongings, including her mobile phone and backpack.
Song Yuhang took it over and opened it to see that the mechanical stick was still inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and said, "I did it wrong last time..."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand to salute him: "I'm sorry, I sincerely apologize to you."
The prison guard was taken aback. She was several times higher than him in rank, and suddenly he couldn't recover. He stumbled back to her and said, "Ah... no... no... no... it doesn't matter."
Duan Cheng, who was sent by the Jiangcheng City Bureau to pick her up, hadn't had any homicides recently, had few people to do and was free, so he waited at the gate of the detention center early, and started honking the horn when she saw her come out.
"Captain Song, this way."
Song Yuhang ran over and didn't see the sun for more than half a month and didn't talk to anyone, seeing that everyone was kind.
"Why are you, Forensic Doctor Lin, have you gone back to work?"
Duan Chengxizi held his heart together: "Ah, I feel sad for all the police officers of our Jiangcheng City Bureau. We only care about the Song team who doesn't think about food and tea, and only forensic doctor Lin is in our hearts."
Song Yuhang laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, you should be very relaxed when I'm not here."
Duan Cheng opened the car door and greeted the man, weakly: "Easy, easy, too easy, even the cooking class almost went out to clean up pornography, can't it be easy?"
Song Yuhang wanted to laugh, but the smile on her face finally faded, and she didn't speak again.
While driving, Duan Cheng turned his head and glanced at her, as if he knew what she was thinking, and said softly: "Forensic doctor Lin took a long vacation, I heard... I heard that the injury was quite serious, and the red-headed document given above is... a meritorious service." She will not be held criminally responsible, but she will have to bear the corresponding civil compensation, and she will be criticized within the party, and she will be recorded once for a serious misdemeanor and will be suspended without pay."
Song Yuhang pursed the corners of her lips tightly, and clenched her hands on her knees into fists. After a long time, she opened her closed eyes and said with a sigh of relief: "Do you know which hospital she lives in?"
Duan Cheng shook his head: "I don't know, no one knows, and Forensic Lin did a great job of keeping it secret."
The car drove to the gas station to refuel, Duan Cheng jumped out of the car and ran to the supermarket: "Leader Song, I'm going to buy some food. It will take a few hours to get back."
Song Yuhang also got out of the car: "Okay, you go, I'll walk around."
There was a small newsstand next to the supermarket. She went over and picked up a newspaper, flipped to the legal page, frowned, and called the Office of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Provincial Public Security Bureau to check.
"I, Song Yuhang, the alarm number is..." She stated her name and position neatly, covered the receiver, and walked a little further away.
"Have you dissected the vulture's body? What is the cause of death? How could a vicious gangster make such a low-level mistake as falling into the water?"
The operator who was in charge of answering the phone was almost slobbering when answering such questions recently: "It's true, the provincial government organized justice, and dozens of forensic experts, including sociologists, dissected the remains. It was true that he died by drowning, and there was no sign of homicide."
"Okay, thank you." Song Yuhang hung up the phone, still a little uneasy.
She took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Zhao Ting to ask to restart the investigation, but she hung up after dialing halfway.
No, you can't fight, Zhao Ting won't believe it without evidence, and this incident is a coincidence no matter how you look at it.
She and Lin Yan went to the provincial capital on a temporary basis and did not tell anyone.
Lin Yan's car broke down one after another on the road, and her car broke down halfway. These two coincidences, well, let's just call it a coincidence.
So, how did that scarred face recognize Lin Yan
She made a disguise at the time, wearing sunglasses and a mask, and carrying a vegetable basket in her hand. She walked all the way without being recognized by anyone. How could she be recognized by Scarface.
It's too coincidental.
Thinking of this, Song Yuhang inevitably gritted his teeth.
Or is it that he has seen Lin Yan a long time ago, or seen Lin Yan's photos, or the kind that has been pondered thousands of times before he can recognize him in a crowd, or...
She thought of a possibility, and a chill instantly rose from the soles of her feet.
Song Yuhang threw away the newspaper and ran, just when a bus going back to the city passed by, she rushed to the side of the road and waved her hand, and got on the bus smoothly, and when Duan Cheng finished shopping and came out of the supermarket, the gas station was already empty.