The bus drove into the service area, and tourists got off in twos and threes to go to the bathroom for convenience or take a walk. Lin Yan came out among the crowd, wearing a fleece hat, a mask, and an inconspicuous windbreaker, and also went to the bathroom. When he came out and stood outside to wash his hands, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the criminal police team's car driving in on the mirror. In the gas station across the street.
She froze for a moment, flicked the water droplets on her hands twice, hid in the shadows, and walked to the car with a few other ordinary tourists.
When I got into the car, I looked out through the glass. A familiar person was standing at the entrance of the small shop to buy water, and he directly carried a box back to the car.
After she left, several people rushed out from the side of the gas station. One of the gas station employees pointed in the direction she was leaving. As soon as Song Yuhang's police car drove out of the gas station, another black car in the service area followed immediately. up.
The bus set off, the mountain road was narrow, but there wasn't much traffic on the road, the black car still followed not far or near.
When the bus and the black car passed by each other, Lin Yan glanced down, the tea-colored glass reflected the blurred outline of the driver, the face could not be seen clearly, but she could clearly see the things on the passenger seat.
Lin Yan shrank his pupils, subconsciously took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Yuhang: You are being followed.
He clenched his teeth in the middle of typing.
No, you can't tell her, this will also expose your whereabouts.
There was a sharp bend ahead, the police car deliberately slowed down to let the bus pass first, Lin Yan stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain, and the phone screen lit up, and there was a message from Song Yuhang.
When she saw this name, she felt a little apprehensive. Could it be that she recognized herself after just passing by for a second
When I opened it with apprehension, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Yuhang: "What are you doing?"
I have nothing to say.
Lin Yan rolled her eyes: "At home, on vacation."
By the way, I sent her the photos of swimming in the courtyard before to prove the authenticity.
Duan Cheng glanced over inadvertently, and saw Lin Yan on Song Yuhang's mobile phone wearing a bikini very cool, with slightly wet curly hair hanging over his shoulders, and holding a glass of red wine in his hand, sitting by the pool and turning his head slightly, without a smile on his face, It looks more and more glamorous and enchanting.
She blends two completely different styles perfectly.
Duan Cheng had an expression of "Are you guys familiar enough to send pornographic photos to each other?"
Song Yuhang was vigilant and snapped off the phone screen. Even though no one else said anything, her cheeks were inexplicably hot.
After waiting for a while, she turned slightly sideways and replied to Lin Yan: "It's broad daylight, can you not be so sensual?"
Lin Yan almost jumped over to scratch her from the phone screen, and sent several angry expressions in a row: "Fuck you!"
Song Yuhang's lips curled into a slight smile, saying so, but he still quietly saved this photo.
Lin Yan looked at her profile picture, and also inherited the style of this person, who has always been a veteran cadre. A gun and the national emblem are pressed on the black training uniform that says Police.
She sent some irrelevant topics one after another, but Lin Yan didn't reply anymore, thinking of the car that followed her just now, she gradually tightened the corners of her lips.
The phone was pinched and sweating profusely.
Lin Yan rubbed the space between her brows, turned over again, and typed with her.
Song Yuhang, who hadn't waited for a long time for a reply, was a little disappointed, and when he saw "the other party is typing", a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Lin Yan only said five words: "You...be careful."
I don't know why, every time she is cared about and encouraged by her, Song Yuhang always feels that his heart is full of strength again. Maybe it's because she is bitter and mean, inhuman, and unsophisticated, so the occasional caring seems more and more ineffective. More precious.
"it is good."
She thought for a while, and added: "Wait for me to come back."
What are you waiting for when you come back
Lin Yan twitched the corner of his lips, showing a disdainful smile, and threw the phone into the bag again.
Anyway, she has already done what she can do, she has reminded everything that should be reminded, and the rest is a blessing or a curse, it all depends on her luck.
She would never allow any variables to interfere with her investigation, not even Song Yuhang.
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After getting off the provincial road, there is the Panshan Highway, the concrete road is full of potholes, and when the group of people were shaken, Wuli Town finally arrived.
The town is not big, and you can see the end at a glance. There are green hills in the distance, and the road under your feet is dusty. The only few high-end buildings that have been completely repaired are government departments and state-owned enterprises. There are no people on the street. Occasionally, a few villagers with baskets on their backs were on their way. The car drove all the way, and only saw a postal bank that was still open, but it was empty.
People from the Wuli Town Police Station had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing the police car come to a stop, the director immediately rushed up to shake hands.
"Hello, Team Song, hello, Team Song, it's rare for the leaders of the city to come here, it's been hard work, it's been a lot of work, I hope the leaders appreciate you for preparing some wild game..."
Song Yuhang took his hand out of his palm without a trace: "Forget about game, just eat a bite in the cafeteria. Brothers have tasks, so we can't delay."
Although he is the director of the police station, Song Yuhang is the deputy director of the Municipal Bureau and the leader of the special case team. The administrative level is one level higher than him, and the official is also older than him. Nodding and bowing beside her.
"Okay, okay, the cafeteria is also fine, try our special dishes, it's time to eat mushrooms..."
The rest of the people took their seats one after another. The director of the police station winked at the people below, and someone immediately came over to pass cigarettes: "I heard that Team Song has been smoking Zhonghua..."
Handling cases is not good, but it is quite clever to figure out the minds of the people above.
Song Yuhang smiled on the surface: "No, give it to the brothers below."
The director of the police station froze, but Song turned serious again: "The City Bureau attaches great importance to this case, and it is a great achievement if it is successfully resolved. I will report it truthfully."
The economy of the small place is backward, and the folk customs are simple and honest. If you stay for a lifetime, you may not have the chance to make meritorious service and be promoted. Song Yuhang is just reminding him.
Only then did the director of the police station show joy on his face, and waved his hands to let the idlers go down.
"Okay, okay, then Team Song will eat first, and we will talk while eating."
"Twenty years ago, I was still working at the grassroots level..."
Duan Cheng thought to himself while eating: You are also working at the grassroots level now.
"I remember that there was such a person named Yu Xinye in Xiaohe Village."
Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the other party understood: "I have the impression that Xiaohe Village used to make a living from tin mines, and basically most people in the village worked in the mines. There was a safety accident, a collapse and a roof fall, and dozens of people died, the provincial leaders all came, and among the dead was a man named Yu Xinye, who was carried out by me and my colleagues."
At that time, the internal network of the Ministry of Public Security had not yet been formed, and the county records were all handwritten. The director of the police station had a thick book with yellowed pages brought over.
A musty smell of old books came over his face, Song Yuhang put down his chopsticks, and quickly found the whole story of the mining accident in Xiaohe Village according to the catalog index.
The author of the book at that time wrote very clearly that eleven people were killed. Song Yuhang scrolled down and found Yu Xinye's name in the last column of the deceased.
Song Yuhang frowned: "Since it was a death, why is it written on the Intranet of the Ministry of Public Security that he died of illness?"
The director of the police station shook his head: "I don't know, it may be because of the long history, and it may not be true that the person entered is wrong. However, the forensic doctor of the County Public Security Bureau also screened and identified the remains at that time. Maybe something was found during the autopsy. maybe… "
Speaking of this, he was afraid that Song Yuhang would hold them accountable, so he smiled and put a large piece of local chicken on the plate in front of her.
"What we reported was death. As for how people write it and what happens when it is sent to the city bureau, we don't know about it. It's not within our scope of responsibility. Team Song, eat vegetables, eat vegetables, don't patronize food Ah, take a sip too, take a sip, pour it up for all the brothers."
Song Yuhang covered his cup: "Thanks, I don't drink at work."
Seeing her like this, the others didn't dare to drink any more, and put down their glasses one after another.
Duan Cheng took a look at the Moutai, his face full of excitement: It's a pity, if only Forensic Doctor Lin was here, the prohibition on alcohol would be lifted, and he would be able to get some credit.
"Is the forensic doctor who was in charge of the autopsy still alive today?"
"Yes, yes, we are from Wuli Town, just, just..." The director of the police station hesitated to speak.
"Just what?" Song Yuhang frowned, slightly unhappy.
"Just go and see."
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The only nursing home in the town, funded by the government, is surrounded by earth slopes and surrounded by barbed wire. In case these delirious old people run out, there is only a small rusty iron gate for entry and exit.
The dean led them inside: "The people who live here are all five-guarantee households, and there are no relatives at home, and their brains..."
He tapped his temple and said no more.
The courtyard is not big, and there are a few cement table tennis tables covered with leaves. It has just rained a few days ago, and it smells like rotten vegetable leaves.
The sanatorium is only two floors high, and there are a dozen or so people living there sparsely. When they reached the fifth room on the second floor, the director knocked on the door: "Lao Li, Lao Li, someone is here to see you."
After waiting for a long time for a response, he pushed the door, and the wooden door creaked, but it was not closed.
"Hey, Lao Li can't eat it!"
The gray-haired old man was lying on the ground and licking his own excrement with his tongue. The dean rushed over to help him up, pulled him back, and pinched his nose at the same time: "Come on, get this Clean up... clean up!"
The cleaner who cleaned the corridor heard the movement and ran over with a broom.
Song Yuhang kept looking at him.
The old man's hair was gray and was about to fall out, sticking together one by one, his clothes were also dirty, one of his feet was wearing shoes, the other was not, and was still stained with filth.
He looked like an ordinary old man who was poor and desolate and his brain was not working very well. He sat on the bed and didn't speak. His hands had already started to shrink and curled up.
"Eat, eat, eat..."
Song Yuhang dug out the bread he bought in the morning from his bag, and signaled to the dean to hand it over. The corners of the mouth drop down.
It's really pathetic.
The dean was afraid that the leader from the city would have an opinion, so he hurriedly said: "We usually have enough food, and we won't let the old people..."
Halfway through his speech, he blushed with embarrassment from Song Yuhang's actions.
She dug out a food bag from her bag and filled it up with the rest of the food. Others in the police force also went through their bags and handed her the food. Duan Cheng stuffed his favorite potato chips went in.
Song Yuhang threw it back to him again, and scolded with a smile: "The old man can't eat this."
In the end, I took out a few renminbi from my wallet and only left 200 yuan for emergency, and put the money and plastic bag on the table.
"Grassroots work is not easy, but it is also necessary to feed the elderly well. I will tell the higher-ups when I go back. It is estimated that the financial allocation will have to wait for a while."
These words have two meanings, one is to remind him not to treat government retirees harshly, and the other is to truthfully report their urgent needs.
The dean was grateful and angry, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, the leader, please rest assured."
Lin Yan sat on the roof of the building, gnawed half a white flour steamed bun in his hand, watched the real-time transmission of the screen on the tablet, and snorted disdainfully: "I'm still so nosy."
"Old man, my name is Song Yuhang, a policeman from the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau..." Song Yuhang said, squatting down, pointing to the siren on his body, and patted the armband again, fearing that he might not understand, he repeated it again.
"I, the police, want to ask you, do you know a man named Yu Xinye?"
She took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to the old man.
The old man stuffed bread into his mouth. After eating, he touched a banana and stuffed it into his mouth without knowing how to peel it.
"Hey—" Song Yuhang quickly took it over, peeled the skin and handed it to him.
The dean was helpless, and whispered: "Alzheimer's has been suffering from dementia for more than ten years, and he can't remember anything. It's probably useless."
Song Yuhang turned around and signaled them all to go out.
Dementia is true, but seeing the dodge in the eyes in that photo is also true.
After everyone dispersed and the old man was still eating, Song Yuhang opened another bottle of mineral water for him: "Drink slowly."
She had plenty of patience, but the old man was a little anxious, coughing so much that he spit out everything he had just eaten.
A stench permeated the room, Song Yuhang got up and patted his back gently, and waited for him to calm down, then took the broom leaning against the corner to clean it up.
The old man's eyes followed her every move, from the Great Wall on the armband to the soft police number plate on the chest to the two bars and one star on the shoulder patch.
It ended up on the grocery bag and the money on the table.
The old man moved his lips and began to eat again.
After Song Yuhang finished everything, he moved a pony to him, took out the nail clippers to cut his nails, and cleaned all the mud inside, and he didn't dislike the bad smell on his body.
She didn't say a word about the case.
After cutting his nails, Song Yuhang fetched water to wash his hands and face, and combed the sticky hair.
Finally, it was the arrangement of the sheets and quilts. Song Yuhang opened the window to let the sun shine in, and hung the quilt on the iron railing outside the window sill.
"Old man, the quilt should be dried more, if you can't move it by yourself, let the nurse do it for you."
The old man is still ah ah, I don't know if he is listening.
Song Yuhang smiled, turned and left, walked two steps but heard the old man uttered a word: "Ye... Ye..."
Song Yuhang was shocked, and fell back again, helping the old man's knee: "Ye... Ye what? Do you know anything about Yu Xinye?"
The old man was swinging his right hand, his teeth were leaking, and his speech was slurred: "Ye... ye... ye is not ye..."
Song Yuhang was confused, but no matter how much she asked, the old man couldn't utter half a superfluous word.
After staying until dark, Song Yuhang came out with a little disappointment. She walked out of the yard and looked at the window again. She always felt that something was wrong, and her heart was haunted by a faint uneasiness.
On the other side of the building, Lin Yan clenched the rope tightly, and his body stretched into a straight line in midair.
Damn, fortunately, my wife responded quickly.
After the group of people walked away, she turned up again, jumped in through the open window of Song Yuhang, grabbed the old man's neck tightly, covered his mouth, and dragged him into the darkness where the moonlight could not be seen. in the corner.
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Walking out of the gate of the nursing home, the director of the police station had been waiting for a long time, and offered to pass a cigarette up.
Still China.
Song Yuhang was annoyed, so he didn't refuse, and he ordered it after taking it.
"Is that distant relative of Yu Xinye's family still alive? Maybe..." Song Yuhang took two puffs, and the usual cigarettes became dull, and he even missed the lady's cigarette that Lin Yan handed her.
For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was the cigarette or the person who handed her the cigarette that I missed.
"Alive, alive, I even came to the subsistence allowance bureau last month."
Song Yuhang didn't speak, and gestured to indicate that we should start now, and the director of the police station chased him two more steps: "Hey, hey, Team Song, don't worry, the road to Xiaohe Village is still more than ten kilometers away, and the cement hasn't been passed yet. , is full of gravel roads, very difficult to walk, the mountain road has 18 bends, and this year, a poverty alleviation team planted it in a ditch. When it dawns, I will find some skilled hands to send Team Song to it. You have been working hard all day. You should also take a good rest, rest."
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Song Yuhang lay tossing and turning on the cold hardwood bed in the guest house. In the double room, Fang Xin next door was already fast asleep, breathing evenly.
She took out her phone from her pocket and wanted to send Lin Yan a message, but the chat interface was still stuck on the picture she sent.
Song Yuhang turned over, looked at her slender neck and good figure, and remembered the scene of the skin-to-skin kiss in the car that day.
She didn't seem to have such thoughts about anyone other than Lin Yan.
At that moment she thought she was crazy.
Lin Yan clutched her clothes, raised her head slightly, and gasped for breath, the hands on her shoulders were so weak.
She is not a girl who is powerless, and for a certain moment, Song Yuhang even felt that she was catering to him.
The touch was so good that she went crazy, never had it in the past thirty-five years.
She has always been a calm, self-possessed and clean-spirited person, whether she smokes or drinks, everything is in moderation, and she is never so addicted that she becomes addicted.
But…
Song Yuhang turned over and got up, heaved a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to tidy himself up.
Just thinking about her...
Song Yuhang turned on the faucet and slapped water on his face. This is too fucking nonsense. It must be that he has been under too much pressure to solve the case recently, and he hasn't punched for a long time, and he has nowhere to vent his excess energy.
Yes, it must be so.
Song Yuhang drank a few mouthfuls of cold water to rinse his mouth, forced himself to calm down, and walked to the corridor to blow a breeze.
She leaned against the wall and fiddled with the lighter, bumping it once and for all, each time she caught it firmly in her hand.
Thoughts wandered far and wide.
She even thought of herself stumbling and running behind her father and brother when she was a child.
At the conferring ceremony after becoming a policeman, my brother stood in the crowd and applauded her desperately.
Then, the gangster held his brother's head with a gun...
Song Yuhang frowned, the thrown lighter missed and fell to the ground with a bang.
She leaned over to pick it up, Lin Yan's exhortation seemed to echo in her ears: You...be careful.
Song Yuhang was stunned for a moment, but suddenly regained his composure, and then thought of the meeting with Li Bin in the afternoon, as if a ray of light split the chaos.
Ye... Ye... He keeps repeating this word, which sounds the same as the word "night". Could it be that he is also saying, let her go to see him at night
Song Yuhang picked up the lighter, turned around and ran down the stairs quickly.
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"Don't pretend to be dead, I know you're not crazy." Lin Yan slapped his face with a dagger, pressed his neck and forced him to look up at himself.
"Do you know this person?"
The person in the photo is Chu Nan.
The old man's mouth was blocked and he could only utter hoarse monosyllables.
Lin Yan got impatient and slapped the photo on his face.
"I know it was you who performed the autopsy on her." She walked around the room a little anxiously, the smile on her pretty face faded and became more and more sinister in the night.
Lin Yan turned around abruptly, and gritted his teeth: "Don't worry about your bright future. After finally getting out of this mountain corner, why did you ask yourself to return to your original place? Did you find out something?! Did you?! Tell me Me! Tell me!"
She growled in a low voice, shaking the old man's shoulders.
An unpleasant smell came out, Lin Yan looked down and was startled.
The old man had already rolled his eyes, twitching and sweating profusely.
Lin Yan put the dagger aside, took the rag that covered his mouth, and shook his head: "Hey—"
Before the words fell, the old man's head was already hanging to one side, dying.
Lin Yan quickly untied the rope tied to him, picked him up and put him on the bed, tore off his dirty clothes, lay down to listen to his heartbeat, and felt his carotid pulse.
Secretly said a bad sound.
She rummaged around for the old man's commonly used medicines, took out a bottle of nitroglycerin from the drawer, opened his mouth and stuffed a piece under the tongue coating, and then started cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
"Damn, don't die, don't die, my clues will be cut off if you die, and Chu Nan will never..." Lin Yan's eyes became hot, her arms were so sore that she couldn't lift her arms, she leaned down to talk to her. Mouth blow.
The old man's chest rose and fell slowly, and after several repetitions, he began to breathe spontaneously, and the carotid artery also recovered its pulsation.
Lin Yan lost his strength, staggered back a few steps, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and realized that his vest was soaked in the cool autumn night.
The old man's cloudy eyeballs moved, and his voice sounded like rough sandpaper scraping against the glass: "You... aren't here to kill me?"
"Nonsense." Lin Yan took a few steps forward, took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag that Song Yuhang brought, unscrewed the cap, took it a little farther away, and gulped it down.
After a long time, when she was full, she wiped the water from the corner of her lips: "If I wanted to kill you, I would do it as soon as I entered the door. Why wait until now."
The old man turned his gaze back again, and returned to his sluggishness.
Lin Yan put the mineral water bottle on the table: "Hey, you are really interesting, I want to kill you but you are willing to talk to me, I saved you and you are silent again, you know what is the grace of dripping water, Is the spring reciprocating?"
Li Bin didn't pay attention to her at all, Lin got tired and picked up the dagger and put it on his neck: "Do you believe it or not, I really killed you!"
The old man closed his eyes and motioned her to move quickly.
Lin Yan was so angry that her wrists were trembling, she gritted her teeth, a look of sternness suddenly appeared in her eyes, she raised the dagger high, and stabbed it fiercely at the person on the bed.
A strong wind blew across his face, and Li Bin's throat tightened, but he didn't wait for the expected pain.
He opened his eyes, and the bright blade was shaking on the pillow.
Lin Yan let go of his hand, took a step back, and bumped into the opposite table.
She covered her face with her hands, and there was a choke in her voice: "I'm sorry, I just want to find out the truth for my friend and avenge her. I don't want her...she died for no reason..."
After Chu Nan's death, because the cause of death was bizarre enough, he was a frequent visitor in the newspaper for a while, and people talked about it after dinner.
No matter where Lin Yan went, he could hear such rhetoric:
"Did you offend someone because of your indiscretion in your private life? Otherwise, how could the other party be so ruthless?"
"Hey, isn't her father a murderer? Does this count as a reincarnation of heaven and justice, and retribution is not good?"
"That's not true. People are doing what the sky is watching. They don't do bad things in normal times. They don't fear ghosts knocking on the door during night shifts. Why are there so many women in Jiangcheng, and they just pick her out?"
"Not yet... Hehehe!"
...
Lin Yan always rushed forward with fists, sometimes he was able to hit, but more often he couldn't.
She was kicked on the ground, punched and kicked, and her head was bleeding.
"Damn, bitch, bitch! Don't you have two bad money?!"
"Playing with the murderer's daughter, you are not a good person, bah!"
The other party spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on her face and walked away.
Lin Yan rolled in the mud, the rain poured down his head and face, and the reddish blood oozes from his hair. He moved his stiff fingers and touched a brick.
She gritted her teeth and got up from the ground: "Hey—"
When the other party turned around, she slapped down hard with a brick: "Fuck you, go to hell!"
It's been a long time since such muddle-headed days, no, it can be said that ever since Chunan learned the sad news, her world has never been clear again.
The dead are gone, and what is left to the living is endless regret and gossip.
Lin Yan saw one beating one another. During another street fight, Chen's mother rushed over with a rolling pin, and shouted with red eyes: "Stop beating, stop beating!"
While holding her in his arms, Lin Yan decided that no matter how difficult it will be in the future, she will fight for the truth until the last moment of her life.
This moment is no exception.
Lin Yan sucked his nose twice, turned his back to stabilize his emotions, and didn't want others to see himself in such a mess.
The old man looked at her, his throat moved, and just about to speak, he coughed again.
Lin Yan wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, held him down to check his condition: "Don't move, what else do you have heart disease, tell me."
"You... you are a doctor?" The old man coughed and blushed.
"No, although I am a forensic doctor, basic medicine is also a compulsory course. Lie down and don't move."
"Fa...medicine..." The old man chewed on these two words, his eyes suddenly burst into light, and he held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Lin Yan touched his pulse, it was very unstable, and he didn't bring his mobile phone when he touched his pocket. If this continues, his life will be in danger, so he had to take another nitroglycerin and drink it for him: "I know you did it too. Forensic doctor for most of your life, don't talk, I'll go to the doctor, you'll be fine, tell me slowly when you're done."
She forced a smile, as if she was comforting the old man and herself: "You are very important to me, I cannot let you die."
The old man nodded, and Lin Yan pulled away and left.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, a black shadow came in from the window, tiptoely closed the glass, walked to the old man's bed, and pulled down the mask.
Li Bin's pupils shrank suddenly, his face was filled with horror and fear, and he was speechless.
The man in black covered his mouth with his hand.