The sharp fire alarm rang through the building, and the sound of fire trucks could be heard in the distance. In the presidential guest room on the 16th floor of the hotel, a young man in a black suit, white shirt, and an M9 pistol around his waist clutched the walkie-talkie and slammed the door open. The dozen or so bodyguards in the room all stood up.
"The news has leaked, and the police are about to arrive." The young man didn't look at anyone else, and looked straight at the man who was walking slowly through the window, "Sorry, Mr. Phillip, the time is very tight, please come with me immediately, the car is upstairs. Wait for us."
Shark nodded, walked to him, and stopped as if remembering something: "That's right."
"Yes."
"You said, how much are the police willing to pay in order to catch me?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly asked such a question, but he still answered calmly: "Catch Mr. Phillip is a great achievement, and it should be able to increase the ranks, so I guess the other party will dispatch a lot of money at all costs. Police."
Shark nodded and repeated with interest: "Whatever it takes."
The sound of the fire siren in the wind became clearer and clearer, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the air. For a moment, a regretful smile finally appeared in his icy blue eyes:
"Twelve years, painter, you don't even hesitate to sacrifice the life of a legendary undercover agent like you?"
The young man's pupils narrowed.
In the next moment, he raised his hand to reach his waist like lightning, but the shark moved faster than him. The muzzle of the M9 was firmly pressed against his temple: "Don't, move."
The young man frowned slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, you..."
His voice stopped abruptly, the shark held the gun in one hand, and the other hand penetrated into the placket of his open suit jacket, took out a small signal transmitter from the inner pocket, threw it on the ground and smashed it with one foot, making a light click. ring.
"I never doubted you, because you were the only one who insisted that we were involved in the police's inner response from beginning to end. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought about that at all. But it's because of your persistence that I believe so. You, so that you were lured into the trap step by step, and finally trapped in this building." Shark put the M9 muzzle on the young man's left temple, smiled: "This hand is so beautiful in psychological warfare, I am now Looking back, in the past 72 hours, every word you said, every expression, and even every look in your eyes couldn't find the slightest flaw."
"… "
After a long stalemate, the young man's expression finally took on a miraculous change. The softness that had always carried a three-point smile receded like a tide, revealing the cold and rugged rocky beach beneath it, but his tone Still very calm: "So where did you find something wrong?"
Shark looked at him with a complicated meaning: "—Ten minutes ago, in the minus three-story garage, why did you go downstairs to open the secret door in the corner of the L3 area?"
The young man closed his eyes.
"Such a hidden and narrow door is not reserved for your police colleagues." Shark leaned forward slightly, pressed it against his right ear, and said softly: "It seems that today is not only the one who is eager to escape from the police net. I'm the only one, right?"
"The car is ready for the boss." A bodyguard answered the phone and stepped forward to report in a low voice.
Shark nodded, stood straight and stared at the young man's unmoved face in the junction of light and shadow: "Farewell, painter."
Bullets are loaded.
A person may have many reactions before dying. The golden-wedding lovers are separated from each other, the closest parents give up their flesh and blood, the iron-boned hero is weak and weeps, and the wretched villain stands upright. But the artist didn't respond. His closed eyelids seemed to tighten for a moment, but it was only a moment, and then he relaxed, opened his eyes slightly, and lowered his gaze to the void in front of him.
"… "
Time stopped for a moment, and the shark suddenly put down the gun.
"I don't want to see you die in front of me." He turned his head and told his men, "I'll kill him after I leave."
"Yes!"
"I hope the last impression of you in my mind is beautiful and complete." Shark looked at the young man gently and said, "Goodbye, painter."
The young man did not answer.
The shark put away the gun and walked past the door. A dozen or so bodyguards hurried out, and the messy footsteps disappeared in the distance of the corridor.
The door was slammed shut, and only three men with live ammunition were left in the room pointing at him from different directions, the bullets being loaded at the same time. At that moment, the young man instinctively took a half step back, turned his head and caught a glimpse of something hanging on the closed door handle—
It was a white hotel towel.
All actions happen in this second:
The siren from the distance came with the wind, and the three of them pulled the trigger at the same time; the moment the bullet popped out of the chamber, the young man had already pulled out the towel like lightning, and at the same time kicked the coffee table in front of him heavily, the heavy glass coffee table roared into the air, and was hit by three bullets. Beat to smash!
Tens of millions of glass burst open, and the sky is full of debris. The screams and roars were intertwined with the bullets. In the next second, the young man broke through the glass waterfall in mid-air like a ghost. The towel wrapped around his hands had turned into a noose, and the pistol of the bodyguard in front of him flew away instantly when he landed!
Bang Bang! The pistol smashed into the wall, and the bullet pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Bang Bang Bang Bang bullets flew around, the young man wrapped the bodyguard's neck with a towel, and blocked himself in front of him, the meat shield was beaten into a blood sieve by the other two people in the blink of an eye!
The shark's footsteps suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong boss?"
"..." The shark seemed to sense something, stood in front of the hotel building and raised his head in disbelief, watching the glass window on the sixteenth floor suddenly burst—
Under the lead-grey sky, the young man leaned over and stood on the windowsill, lowered his head and looked at him, the blood on Sen Bai's side cheeks was swept away by the wind.
The shark's pupils suddenly widened.
"Protect the boss!" "Quick, quick!" "Get in the car!" "Go!!"…
The screams of the crowd, the chaotic footsteps, the approaching sirens and the red and blue flashes were all shredded and pushed away at that moment, turning into a silent background in the wind.
The young man lifted his blood-stained left hand and took off his tie, loosened the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, then grabbed the handle of the gun, and jumped down under the fearful gaze of everyone!
—That was the day the shark was closest to death and the moment when the word fear was most clearly felt.
From that day on, he would never point a gun at an opponent's head, but leave the trigger to someone else to pull. Just as he would never forget the god of war who fell from the sky, wrapped in a cold wind and a sharp blade, he would face him, his memory would freeze forever, until a long time later, it would be as clear as yesterday.
That would be the last time in his life he made the same mistake.
…
dong dong dong! dong dong dong!
Jiang Ting pushed the door of the captain's office with two plastic bags: "Wu Yu, you... yo, what's wrong with you!"
After a few clatters, Wu Yu suddenly woke up from behind the desk, stood up like an electric shock, instinctively reached into his arms with one hand, and then fixed his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Zing, and then he sat back with a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ting laughed dumbly: "Are you alright?"
"...It's okay." Wu Yu rubbed his bloodshot eyes with the base of his palm, and said vaguely, "I just fell asleep and had a dream."
"What dream?"
"Jump off the building."
"Always dreaming of falling from a height may indicate that there is something wrong with the coronary arteries of the heart." Jiang Ting pulled the chair behind the desk of the leader and sat down, took out two food containers from the plastic bag, and placed one in front of him. One was placed in front of Wu Yu: "But I'm still curious, you can even jump off the building in a nightmare with a humanoid self-propelled jumping machine? Didn't it jump down from the height of the eighth floor?"
"The one who jumped down from the eighth floor is Spider-Man." Wu Yu laughed at Jiang Ting's teasing eyes, "If there are no obstacles on the floor, if I fall from the third floor, I may fall into an idiot. The mortality rate above the fourth floor is close to 100%. But if there is a flexible buffer every ten meters of whereabouts, then there is still a 10% chance of survival below the sixteenth floor, and the sixteenth floor is purely resigned, basically unable to survive."
Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing, and Wu Yu opened the food box and took a look: "Why are you eating rice cereal with me?"
I saw that the two lunch boxes on the table were a paste made of vegetables and shrimp. The smell was actually okay, but the appearance was really disgusting. Wu Yu has only been able to eat this thing recently. Any solid thing that needs to be chewed is like chewing wax to him. That kind of mechanical swallowing behavior that has no taste at all will stimulate the throat to produce a vomiting reaction, which is really a kind of suffering.
"You think too much," Jiang Ting smiled and scooped up a spoonful of vegetable and shrimp paste: "I just happened to have an inflamed wisdom tooth."
Wu Yu retracted his gaze and whispered, "Thank you."
"What is there to thank between you and me?"
Jiang Ting tore the bread he brought into small pieces, and was eating two bites when suddenly the door was knocked twice again, Xiaogui forensic doctor stuck his head in with a stack of autopsy reports: "Yo, I'm eating, I'm eating. What a good thing... damn it!"
"What are you looking at, this is your Wu Detachment's diet meal." Jiang Ting put down the bread and wiped his hands, then glanced at the forensic doctor Xiaogui with a smile: "You are fat."
The forensic doctor Xiaogui said, "Why diet meals are so disgusting", before he was shocked by Associate Professor Jiang's nuclear bomb-level attack: "I'm not, I don't..."
"The last time I saw you, the waist circumference was 75 and the hip circumference was 82. Now it's almost 85. I've gained a few pounds." Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows at "Slimming Meal": "Would you like to try it with us?"
The kraft paper bag rang twice, and the forensic doctor Xiaogui blocked the front with one hand and the back with one hand, and emphasized with embarrassment and anger: "I, I just wore the long johns that Cai Lin's mother knitted for our team!"
From Gongzhou to Jianning, from Jianning to Jinhai, Jiang Ting once again used his strength to prove why Associate Professor Jiang did not hold revenge, because he reported it on the spot. He nodded leisurely without saying a word, and took out the kraft paper bag from the forensic doctor Xiaogui: "What is this, the technical investigation report?"
"It's the result of the detailed physical and chemical analysis of the case of Peng Wan's murder." Xiaogui forensic doctor sucked in his stomach and held his breath, trying to return the visual effect of his waist circumference to 75, and said angrily: "Because Xiao Wu has submitted a video to the city bureau. It's a new point of view for voice comparison, so Director Geng agreed to pass on some of the information to us, and specifically told me that it was highly confidential, and told me to hand it over to Captain Wu in person, and not to fake someone else's hand in the middle."
Jiang Ting and Wu Yu stopped at the same time and looked at each other.
It seemed that Director Geng knew the stakes very well, and he also knew that in the case of Peng Wan, someone inside was not clean.
Wu Yu took over the information and looked at it for a while. The content was not too special. They had basically seen it that day at the city bureau. The technical investigation has gone through every inch of the floor crack and determined that the time of Peng Wan's death was no more than ten minutes when the secret room was opened. It only took about ten minutes for the scene of the secret room. Most of the dozens of pages are full of speculations about using various tools and methods to kill people from the outside, which is basically useless now.
The extraction of biological materials such as fingerprints and footprints is not optimistic, mainly because the rescuers broke in and the hospital ambulance arrived, which inevitably caused great damage to the scene. Wu Yu turned his attention to the end, but couldn't see anything, so he shook his head and put the documents together: "Store in..."
"Wait." Jiang Ting, who was standing beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand and held down one of the pages.
"how?"
"..." Jiang Ting picked up the physical and chemical report and murmured, "A small amount of zinc oxide was found in a bunch of hair ends of the corpse?"
Countless chemical elements were found in the biological sample of the corpse. After all, he hadn't washed his hair and showered for a week, and rubbed it everywhere in the secret room. The chemical formula in the physical and chemical test results was written on a full half page. It is impossible to expect criminal investigators to suddenly become chemists. Therefore, the current investigation will only mark out toxic substances. Chemical substances commonly exposed in daily life—for example, lipstick, foundation, perfume, conditioner residues, etc., are basically Also listed an approximate.
Zinc oxide itself is also one of the most common chemical elements in daily life. It can be used for dermatitis, allergies, burns, abrasions and even mosquito bites. Every household is prepared with zinc oxide ointment. Therefore, Jiang Ting suddenly mentioned it, and Xiaogui forensic doctor almost didn't respond.
"Oh, that's it." Forensic doctor Xiaogui thought that Jiang Ting didn't know what zinc oxide was: "It may be the ointment rubbed on by mosquito bites or prickly heat, or bought Sanwuweishang mask for cheap. That stuff will be mixed with it. The zinc oxide particles are rubbed with the skin to exfoliate and block blemishes. This seems to make the blackheads on the skin less obvious, but in fact, it will aggravate closed acne. Peng Wan's economic situation is not good, and it is estimated that he often uses it. It's not surprising that this kind of micro-business product remains on the surface."
Jiang Zing nodded and suddenly asked, "Can the mask residue be left for a week?"
"what?"
"Peng Wan spent a week from being kidnapped to being murdered. Seven days later, the tail of her hair was sampled, but she still found zinc oxide. If she didn't use scalding cream to make a face cream, she probably made a hair mask with prickly heat medicine."
"!"
Xiaogui forensic doctor woke up on the spot and saw Jiang Ting throw the physical and chemical report on the table and asked, "Is the victim's clothes still there?"
"Ah, it's here!"
"Take the shirt and do another test to see if starch, food coloring, methyl hydroxybenzoate and water spot prevention liquid can be detected from the blood." Jiang Ting said, "I will teach you a little life trick. Zinc oxide can not only help Making masks is also one of the most common ingredients in the film industry and Halloween celebrations - prop blood."
The forensic doctor Xiaogui widened his eyes, and gave an OK gesture convincingly: "Yes!" Then he ran away in a hurry.
Wu Yu sat behind the desk, holding a spoon in his right hand and his left hand over his thumb, maintaining this posture: "I only have one question."
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Ting replied politely, "It was inspired by your thought in Director Geng's office that day that Peng Wan might be deceived."
"No, I want to ask..." Wu Yu pointed to the direction in which the forensic doctor Xiaogui ran away from the door. "His waist circumference is between 76.5 and 78, which is too far from 85, right?"
The office was quiet, and Jiang Ting picked up the diet meal and blinked his eyes with a smile.
"Rounding, don't be so serious."