In the long silence and gaze, Zhao Junfeng put down his chopsticks.
"Why did you remember to ask this?"
Song Yuhang remained calm: "After all, it's an unsolved case, and I still want to solve it."
Zhao Junfeng snorted coldly, and filled it up for himself again: "It's not a pending case, the court has already sentenced and closed the case."
"But the suspect died in the detention center, didn't he?" Song Yuhang retorted, "This case is not over."
"Then what do you want to do, dig the dead man out of the ground and confront you?" Zhao Junfeng squeezed the wine glass with some force, and ripples appeared on the surface of the glass.
"You want meritorious service, and it's not such a quick success."
Song Yuhang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Zhao Junfeng stopped him with a sudden look.
"Or, for the sake of Lin Yan, you have even forgotten the laws and regulations of the country. I turn a blind eye to the things you did in Jiangcheng, and I don't pursue them. It doesn't mean that I can indulge you wantonly without any bottom line. presumptuous."
As the head of a provincial public security department, he naturally has his own sources of information and contacts, and Song Yuhang didn't want to hide it from him.
"This matter has nothing to do with Lin Yan, I want to investigate it myself."
Even for the sake of Li Bin, who has died tragically, and Guo Xiaoguang, who has been hiding in Tibet forever and cannot show his true colors, she should still investigate.
Zhao Junfeng took a sip of his wine and smiled.
Song Yuhang was puzzled, until he looked over, there was a trace of pity in it.
"Yuhang."
He called her by her nickname, just like when Shang was in school.
"It's too easy for you to hate Lin and the Lin family."
"What is Lin Yan's identity? The Ph.D. who returned from studying abroad worked for the largest judicial appraisal institution in China before going to your Jiangcheng City Bureau. Even the cases listed by the Ministry of Public Security are entrusted to them every year. There are a few people who can do this at a young age, and I am afraid that there are not many people in the history of forensic science after the founding of New China."
Song Yuhang looked at him, her shadow was reflected in those cloudy eyes, she picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and put it down heavily.
"That's the result of her own hard work. Except for eating and sleeping, she spends all her time in the dissection room. I'm afraid few people can do it like her."
She loves the work of forensic science as much as she does, and always keeps the motto of "right for the living, speak for the dead" in her heart.
Zhao Junfeng smiled slightly, and poured it for her: "You are wrong. In today's world, there are too many people who want to get ahead, and hard work is just a passing mark. You have to be rich, have connections, have scheming, have skills, and the most important thing is , you have to be cruel."
As expected of an old man with anti-drug background, maybe Song Yuhang didn't even realize that under the influence of alcohol, she was the one who asked the question first, but was gradually led in the wrong direction and led by the nose.
"Think about it, is Lin Yan really innocent? When you look in the mirror, the person in the mirror is also looking at you, but how do you know that the person in the mirror is the one you spend day and night with?" ?”
"After all, people's hearts are separated from their belly, and people know their faces but they don't know their hearts."
Zhao Junfeng touched her lightly, and he drank it down first.
Song Yuhang looked at the rippling wine glass on the table, and smiled slightly: "As expected of you, psychological inducement, I was almost led astray by you. But—"
She pushed the glass of wine away a bit: "I won't make the same mistake again in the subjects that I suffered from when I graduated."
Zhao Junfeng was startled, then laughed.
"Not bad, there is progress."
Song Yuhang picked up a chopsticks cold dish for him and put it on the plate: "Then can we talk about the case now, master?"
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Lin Yan turned on a computer in a nearby Internet cafe, left a surveillance video at the door, and then disappeared through the back door.
She directly waved to stop a taxi and went to the place she had made an appointment with.
The man is still in loose sportswear and is playing golf.
The ball went into the hole and the guests arrived.
The man turned around and wiped his sweat with a white towel: "Come on, sit down."
Lin Yanluo sat across from him, and went straight to the point: "I want Zhu Yong's physical examination report."
The hand holding the teacup on the opposite side froze: "This is impossible, top secret documents, I can't get them out."
Lin Yan looked at him coldly: "You set a price for how much."
The man lifts the lid of the tea to skim off the froth in the cup, and the green smoke curls up, and her eyebrows and eyes are as captivating as if immersed in an ink painting.
He put down the teacup, and his eyes fell on her, with a hint of interest in his eyes.
"Old rules, anyway, she didn't follow you today, did she?"
Is it a hint, an invitation, or a temptation.
It depends on how Lin Yan chooses.
The four eyes met, he thought she would agree, who knew that the man smiled slightly and leaned back on the chair.
"You are not the only one who is short of money. I can go to others, such as your competitors..."
The man's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth: "No one is willing to help you with this matter except me."
"Not necessarily." Lin Yan took out a cigarette, and the waiter leaned over to light it for her.
She breathed out the smoke ring faintly: "After all, you all have a common enemy. To solve this case, no matter it is for you, me, or those who want him to step down, there are only benefits and no harm."
"How to choose is up to you."
As her words fell, the long white hands put the bank card on the table.
Threats and temptations, she really figured out people's hearts thoroughly.
The man smiled and looked at her face, which was so beautiful, but it also made him feel chilly.
"I said I couldn't get it out, but I can't get it out, but I can tell you who the prison doctor who did the physical examination for him was."
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Zhao Junfeng took a sip of his wine, his expression normal.
"There's really nothing to talk about about this case. Fourteen years ago you were still in school, and Lin Yan was only eighteen years old. How do you know that the police at that time hadn't worked hard on this matter?"
"Yuhang, you can't be too narrow-minded, and you can't look at problems too one-sidedly."
"Of course I know, and I've heard that Lin Yan might be biased against the police, but I don't. I only believe in the facts. The fact is that Zhu Yong had no motive for committing the crime. We did arrest the wrong person, or to put it another way, yes What kind of ironclad evidence can convince the police, media, lawyers, and the general public that he is a murderer."
Zhao Junfeng sneered: "Modern criminal investigations focus on evidence rather than confession. If you say that you didn't kill or have no motive for committing the crime, will the police believe you? Will you handle the case like this?"
A series of questions were thrown out, and Song Yuhang firmly refuted: "No, but I will investigate thoroughly if there is any doubt, and I will produce evidence that will convince the criminals."
Now that the words have come to this point, Zhao Junfeng really has nothing to say.
"I was in the anti-drug department back then. Even though the case was registered with the Ministry of Public Security, it was not up to us to take care of it. You have found the wrong person."
Song Yuhang looked at him, he was old, his temples were gray, his eyes looked bright two years ago, now they also looked whiter.
Alcohol burned his dark complexion red, but he did not avoid his apprentice's scrutiny.
Song Yuhang knew the answer, she gently picked up the last glass of wine of the day, and respected her teacher.
"I want to investigate this case."
she said so.
Zhao Junfeng touched her: "If you want to check, check it out."
"If it is found out who is related to it, I will not be merciful."
"Yo, you've learned a lot." Zhao Junfeng put the empty wine glass on the table.
His gaze was gentle and indifferent from beginning to end, looking at his beloved disciple.
"I'm old and I'm about to retire. If you can reverse the case, I'll be relieved."
Song Yuhang drank the wine in his glass and almost fled under such gazes.
She got up in a hurry: "Teacher's wife, don't fill it up. I'm full. I still have something to do in the bureau, so I'll go back first."
"Hey - eat some more." Mistress poked her head out from the kitchen.
Song Yuhang shook his head, picked up his coat and went out.
Zhao Junfeng gave her the last piece of advice: "Never, never let your guard down on the people around you. Once a dormant beast wakes up, it will eat people."
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When she got the answer she was satisfied with and left, the man stopped her again, his eyes were a little flickering.
"Unexpectedly, you will have a day when you will be as good as a jade."
Lin Yan turned around and showed a bright smile.
"No way, whoever told me to take a bite."
When they found someone downstairs at Zhao Junfeng's house, Song Yuhang was squatting on the side of the road throwing up.
Lin Yan walked over to unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle for her, and patted her on the back lightly: "I can't drink so much."
Song Yuhang waved his hand, rinsed his mouth with water, followed her strength to stand up, stumbled into her arms, and put his head on her shoulder.
"Where did you go? I went to the Internet cafe to find you, but there was no one."
Lin Yan took a step back slightly, helping her to stand still, her heart skipped a beat.
"I didn't go anywhere. I felt uncomfortable after sitting for a long time and came out to smoke a breath."
Song Yuhang buried her neck and sniffed vigorously: "It's a lie, there is no smell of smoke, but there is a smell, a smell—"
She couldn't even tell it smelled good.
The hot air he exhaled hit his ears, and his ears were blushing.
Lin Yan helped her up and held her head: "You drank too much, we should go back."
Song Yuhangfu buried himself in her palm again, muttering: "No, no, open a room, find a place where I want to sleep with you, sleep!"
In broad daylight, on the curb of the main road, Lin Yan blushed and pulled her ears: "Don't push my nose and face, go home!"
"Oh—" Song Yuhang responded with a prolonged voice: "It hurts, hurts, I was wrong, tired, baby, fiancee, wife..."
This man was drunk and could really use any shameful words.
Lin Yan had seen her wine a long time ago, his scalp was numb, his face was red and ashamed, he covered her mouth, fierce and cruel.
"Shut up for my old lady, say one more word and make it up!"
Song Yuhang nodded kindly, his eyes still staring at her brightly.
Lin couldn't bear this look, and felt soft when being looked at, and wanted to rub her short hair very much.
So she did the same, Song Yuhang lowered his head and let her flatten and round it.
"Let's go, go home."
Lin Yan held up one of her arms, and helped the faltering person to walk forward.
Zhao family.
After Song Yuhang left the table, Zhao Junfeng also put down his chopsticks.
"Old Zhao, don't you want to eat?"
Facing his lover's call, Zhao Junfeng got up tremblingly, put on the old woolen coat issued by his work unit and worn for decades, with trembling hands, pushed aside the chair, hunched over his back, and walked towards own bedroom.
"Don't eat, clean up."
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Song Yuhang was so drunk that he couldn't take the bus because he was afraid that she would go crazy with alcohol on the way. After thinking about it for a while, Lin Yan still called the eyeliner in the provincial capital, asked someone to bring the car over, helped her into the co-pilot, and fastened her seat belt for her.
"Miss, do you need someone to follow you?"
Lin Yan wanted to answer "no", but seeing how drunk she was, she nodded anyway.
"Okay, stay away, don't let people notice."
The informant quickly made arrangements, and she stopped him again: "Is the person who took my business card to Fangyue Cleaning Company settled down?"
The other party was startled, looking at her face, not daring to speculate.
"I'm not in charge of Fangyue's side, I'll go ask and tell Miss."
Lin Yan frowned. For the sake of confidentiality, the private properties and informants under her name are all different, independent of each other, and have never met each other. They are all responsible for their own business.
There was nothing wrong with him saying that, but Lin Yan felt a sense of uneasiness inexplicably, and didn't show it on his face.
"No, I'll ask myself."
"Okay, goodbye miss."
The owner of the car rental agency nodded and watched her car merge into the turbulent traffic.
While driving, Lin Yan put on a Bluetooth headset, pulled a blanket from the back seat, and threw it on Song Yuhang.
While waiting for the call to connect, she tapped the steering wheel impatiently with her fingertips.
After a brief beep, the phone was connected.
"Hello?" Guo Xiaoguang's voice was a little tired.
Lin Yan was overjoyed: "Are you okay? Have you arrived?"
This is an empty warehouse.
The exhaust fan was humming, casting chaotic light and shadows on the ground.
He was tied to a chair, the man in black handed the phone to his ear, and pointed the black muzzle at him.
Guo Xiaoguang swallowed his saliva: "It's good, we're here, we're at the place."
Lin Yanlue breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, have you arranged a job?"
Guo Xiaoguang's voice was a little hasty as the muzzle of the gun pressed against his temple made his scalp ache.
"No, I'm not in a hurry to go to work. I want to rest for two more days."
"Okay, look at you, it's okay if you don't work, by the way, have the police ever looked for you?"
Lin Yan asked back, and drove the car in the direction out of the city.
"Yes, yes, I came here this morning, and I followed what you taught me. They shouldn't be suspicious, and they said they would give me back all the money they robbed."
"That's good."
Lin Yan wanted to say something else, but the man in black raised the muzzle of his gun a little impatiently. Guo Xiaoguang sweated coldly on his brow, and knowingly ended the long and tormenting call for him.
"No, it's nothing, I'll hang up, my mother is still waiting for me to feed her."
"Okay." Seeing that he was about to get on the highway, Lin Yan also took off his earphones, hung up the phone, and concentrated on driving.
Being able to hear his voice means that he is still alive, and since he is still alive, it means that he is safe for the time being.
Still, someone has to go see it.
She was thinking like this, but she didn't know that it was too late.
When she came back to her senses, Guo Xiaoguang had disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world.
When the car was parked for inspection, Song Yuhang groaned twice and woke up slowly rubbing his temples.
"Where is this?"
Lin Yan, wearing sunglasses, also yawned a little, and threw her a bottle of mineral water.
"The toll booth is tens of kilometers away and we will arrive at Jiangcheng."
Song Yuhang unscrewed it, took two mouthfuls, stuffed it into the armrest box, and turned his head to look at her.
"Thank you for your hard work, or I will drive it later."
"Farewell." Lin Yan threw the recovered toll on the dashboard.
"I just picked up the car today. I just changed my A1 driver's license last year. I don't want to deduct points."
Song Yuhang smiled and squeezed her hand.
"I'll go back to the villa for you to relax in a while."
Lin Yan snorted and passed the toll booth.
"Who said you're going back to the villa, go back to your own home."
"It's fine, anyway, my home is also your home, it's the same whether you come back with me or I go back with you, but maybe it's not so convenient to go back to my house at night..."
Song Yuhang squeezed his eyes, afraid that she would be bored while driving, so he joked.
If she hadn't been driving, Lin Yan would have hit her directly, yelling, "Get out!"
On their way back to Jiangcheng, another call was connected.
"They got the key evidence." The man's voice sounded a little old.
The person on the other end of the phone smiled slightly, as if he had expected it.
"Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. I said it earlier..."
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted.
"Do not harm innocent people, this is the last line!"
The voice over there sounded quite anxious.
The man was silent for a while: "Leave this matter alone, I'll take care of it."
"How do you solve it, they are—"
"So what, this is not the case they should touch. I have given countless opportunities, both openly and secretly, to toast and not eat or drink fines."
"Heh, you're really determined."
The person on the phone chuckled, his voice a bit cold.
"Those who achieve great things don't care about small details, let alone..."
After a brief silence, he said, "You and I both know that the publicity of this case will not do us any good."
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The remaining tens of kilometers to Jiangcheng City are all winding mountain roads, Lin Yankai is fully absorbed.
Song Yuhang glanced in the rearview mirror: "Someone is following."
Lin Yan was wearing sunglasses, chewing gum: "My people."
Song Yuhang shook his head: "The car on the left is yours, but not the one behind."
Lin Yan manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, pulled down the sunglasses a little bit, took a look, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Try it, and then you'll know."
She said, there was a ramp ahead, the steering wheel turned, and a sharp turn turned straight onto the fork road, leading to the unnamed mountain road.
The car behind him was obviously taken aback and slowed down.
An echo came from the headset: "Miss?"
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows indifferently, and glanced at Song Yuhang: "You are not allowed to do anything until you are told to come out."
The radio fell silent again.
Song Yuhang carried the backpack on his back and stretched his muscles and bones: "Ah, I slept for a long time, it's time to move around."
The white car on her left quickly pulled aside, and the black car followed her up the ramp.
The corners of Lin Yan's lips twitched slightly: "Come on, I haven't driven a car for a long time."