"—So you don't even know what's on that half of the paper at the end?"
The cold wind howled on the street in the center of Jinhai, and the voices of people were full of people. Wu Yu put out the cigarette by the sidewalk trash can, and covered the corner of his mouth with the collar of his jacket and coughed a few times: "Yes. I didn't know where things would go at the time, and I didn't want to wait outside the door to wait for Lin Fang to come out. Go straight back to the ward upstairs."
Jiang Ting frowned and asked, "Lin Fang had already left the hospital when Zhang Boming jumped off the building?"
Wu Yu shook his head: "I don't know."
Wu Yu has no way of knowing the follow-up situation, but if Lin Fang can escape from the investigation team, he should have a very perfect alibi, otherwise the interrogation he will face will definitely be the pinnacle, let alone stand up to accuse Wu.雩.
"Based on what I know about Zhang Boming, he does have suicidal motives... But there is one thing I still want to know." Jiang Ting looked at Wu Yu and seemed a little incomprehensible: "That police officer Lin Fang, what do you think? his?"
Wu Yu murmured, "Lin Fang."
Pedestrians wrapped in thick clothes and gloves passed by in twos and threes, the bus not far away slowly started to leave the station, and the electric cars were mixed in the traffic flow. The dead leaves scratched the floor tiles across the sidewalk, and there was the sound of sanitation workers swiping the floor in the distance. No one noticed the movement on the side of the road, only Jiang Ting stared at Wu Yu with a slightly hesitant expression.
"...Lin Fang and Zhang Boming have a very close relationship," Wu Yu finally said after a while, "but he is the opposite of Zhang Boming in his bones."
Jiang Ting had very little contact with Lin Fang, and he thought to himself what does this mean
"Zhang Boming is a goal-oriented person, but he is also very concerned about the process of achieving goals. He likes to bind his subordinates with moral standards. He is the kind of person who cherishes his own feathers. Lin Fang never minds changing his position in order to achieve the ultimate goal. , and even unscrupulous means, whether or not the means have gone beyond the boundaries delineated by principles and morals.”
"—For example, in order to get hold of me, Lin Fang will publicly urge the investigation team to intensify the interrogation when I am the most unstable and the weakest psychological endurance, but I will be replaced by Zhang. Bo Ming won't be so obvious, because he has to be concerned about his image and reputation." Wu Yu sneered slightly: "And when I went through all the investigations and was finally released, Lin Fang's attitude suddenly changed again. , as if the one who had torn his face and accused me of 'probably murdering Zhang Boming with passion' never existed. He became inquisitive and sidelined, using all means to keep me in Yundian, and even acted very ambiguous. To make a little bit of a response... he might be willing to bend himself alive."
"Just because he wants to keep a high degree of surveillance on you?" Jiang Ting said unexpectedly.
"I can't think of any other purpose than this."
Jiang Ting was really surprised now: "Then don't you suspect that the person involved in Zhang Boming's death is actually Lin Fang?"
Wu Yu's expression was a little hesitant to speak, and it took a few seconds before he whispered: "...The reason why Zhang Boming's suicide has not been closed is because of Lin Fang's claim."
If the case is not closed, it means that at any point in the future, no major clues are needed. As long as new suspicious points are found, a new round of investigation can be launched again.
"If it wasn't for Lin Fang, suicide might have been finalized. No matter what the real motives were behind him, he really never gave up on tracking down the truth about Zhang Boming's jumping off the building. His suspicions and surveillance of me have always been—"
Jiang Ting interrupted Wu Yu: "Monitoring you doesn't mean he wants to investigate Zhang Boming's jumping off the building, it may also be for other purposes."
"But if Lin Fang wants me to die, I have died countless times in the past ten years, and he has more chances to kill me than Zhang Boming..."
"Maybe it's unnecessary." Jiang Ting said, "We can see from the murderer's series of actions that he wouldn't kill until he really felt threatened. Besides, in those ten years, everyone knew that the possibility of the painter coming back alive was less than that. 10%. As for when you come back alive, maybe you just didn't find a chance. After all, your identity is too sensitive, and it's not easy to start."
Wu Yu's face was hesitant, dazed and hesitant, and he didn't speak for a long time.
It was so rare for this kind of expression to appear on him, so that it seemed a bit inconsistent, and after a long time he finally exhaled:
"...I don't know. Maybe Zhang Boming committed suicide because he couldn't pass the test of conscience."
"It is indeed possible, but people can change. The reasons for not killing you yesterday may not be applicable today. Anyway, I suggest you keep your distance from Officer Lin." Jiang Ting took out his car keys and sighed. Tone said: "I'll take you home first, tomorrow morning..."
Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting Jiang Ting, it turned out to be Yan Yun.
"Hey?"
On the noisy street, even a little further away, he couldn't even hear loud voices, not to mention the vague voices coming from his mobile phone - but at that moment Wu Wei turned his head to look at the mobile phone beside Jiang Ting's ear, his eyebrows slightly tightened.
"Understood, we'll go right away."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone with a grim and unusual expression, and said in a low voice, "Shark has agreed to meet with Bu Chonghua in two weeks' time to inspect and trade 16 boxes of high-purity blue gold on the spot."
Wu Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he confirmed the four words he didn't want to hear the most - inspect the goods on the spot!
If it is methamphetamine heroin, you can have as much as you want in order to cooperate with the case, but it is blue and gold. Not to mention sixteen boxes of this new type of fentanyl compound in the hands of the task force, even sixteen packs may not be able to come together. As soon as the shark opens the box, Bu Chonghua will splatter three feet of blood on the spot!
"Yan Yun asked me to take you to the Jinhai City Public Security Bureau." Jiang Ting said in a tight tone, "He said someone wanted to see you."
·
buzzing—
In the Internet Investigation Office of Jinhai Public Security Bureau, Lin Fang picked up the phone: "Hello?"
Beside the public telephone booth on the street, Zhang Zhixing's dazed gaze fell on the busy intersection not far away, holding the microphone in both hands: "Lin Fang, it's me."
"Professor Zhang?" Lin Fang's surprised voice came from the receiver.
"Yes, it's me. I… I have something I want to ask you."
"You say?"
Zhang Zhixing swallowed dryly, but opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. The honking of car horns and the noise of people around him became very clear for a while, and it took a few seconds for the old man to finally squeeze out a difficult voice from his throat:
"... I heard that when Yun Dian was investigating my son's jumping off the building, you came out and accused Xie Xing of allegedly coercing Zhang Boming to commit suicide. Is that true?"
Lin Fang suddenly froze.
"What's wrong with Zhang Boming about Xie Xing, do you know? Why do you say Xie Xing is suspected of killing with passion? Have you got any evidence?"
"… "
Zhang Zhixing couldn't help but get anxious: "I asked you privately after the whole investigation was over, and you clearly told me that Zhang Boming was in a stable mood after meeting Xie Xing. If you had already seen that Xie Xing was suspected of murdering my son, you Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You..."
"Have you seen Xie Xing?" Lin Fang suddenly asked on the other end of the phone.
Zhang Zhixing was at a loss for words.
Lin Fang raised his head and glanced around. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass baffle, there were people coming and going in the outer office, and the sky had already darkened early in the distance.
No one noticed that Chief Lin lost the mask-like gentle smile on his face, showing an indescribable gloom.
Zhang Zhixing on the other end of the phone murmured, "I just..."
"I see." Lin Fang interrupted him in a deep voice, and seemed to have made a decision in just a few seconds, his tone was calm and unquestionable: "Since you have already chatted with Xie Xing, let's make an appointment tonight. Let's meet. I'll pick you up at the gate of Jinhai Baolai Hotel at nine o'clock."
Zhang Zhixing's mouth hesitantly opened and closed several times: "...Okay."
Beep - The call was hung up.
In the office, Lin Fang leaned back in the chair, his eyes flashing with a haze of preoccupation. After a while, his cheeks and teeth were clenched, he picked up his mobile phone and opened the text message contact Wu Yu, typed word by word: [After get off work today, I have something to do with you, make an appointment to meet up somewhere]—then just about to click send, thumbs up But stopped in mid-air.
Do you really want this
After Zhang Boming died, he knew that such a day would come, but he actually didn't want it to come so quickly.
Lin Fang carefully deleted the unsent text messages from the screen, word by word, got up and walked to the window sill, opened a crack in the window slightly, and lit a cigarette.
It was already very cloudy at four o'clock in the afternoon. The north wind whistled and gathered overcast clouds, and a huge gray dome was pressing on everyone's heads. The countless thoughts in Lin Fang's mind clashed and collided with each other, and half of his gloomy face was reflected in the glass window; at this moment, he saw a car driving into the city bureau gate in the distance, and suddenly stopped.
It was a big silver G. After passing through the parking lot, it stopped in front of the main entrance of another office building in the distance, and then the co-pilot got off a person—Wu Yu.
Song Ping's secretary, Lao Ou, personally greeted him. The two did not talk much when they met, and hurriedly disappeared into the lobby of the building.
Lin Fang's pupils dilated slightly, and suspicion suddenly surged in his heart.
What is he doing here
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"Suddenly called me to the city bureau, what's the matter?"
The elevator rose slowly and opened with a ding, and the outside was directly leading to the top floor of the director's office. Secretary Ou gestured to Wu Yu to ask first: "According to the meaning of the Song Bureau, it is to recruit the first and second leaders of each detachment to make a statement about the end of the year. A work placement meeting for multiple early warnings of burglary and robbery.”
Wu Yu asked directly, "What about the actual situation?"
Secretary Ou didn't answer, he went straight to the office of Song Bureau, and then stopped and smiled slightly: "In fact, what is going on, you will know when you see Detachment Wu."
After he said that, he knocked twice, and pushed the door open with his own hands. Wu Yu's eyes paused—
In the spacious office suite, Song Ping was sitting behind a solid wood desk with his thighs crossed, and was casually turning the globe. Sitting on the guest sofa against the wall was a familiar silhouette, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans, and high-top waterproof boots. The hood covered most of his side face, revealing only the bridge of his nose and chin. back.
He was wrapped in the cold air of the wind and dust, and that always stern, solemn but very handsome face, the eyebrows were as high as swords, and the lines of his eyes were sharp, but when he looked at Wu Yu, the smile that appeared in his eyes was like Suddenly a bright starry sky lit up.
It is Bu Chonghua.
"… "
Wu Yu took a half step forward, stopped again, and murmured hoarsely, "What's going on?"
Secretary Ou smiled and nodded to Song Ping, then exited and closed the door.
"In order to see you, this kid drove alone for more than ten hours. He ate a few pieces of bread in the middle. He didn't even dare to drink half a mouthful of water." Song Ping stuck his head out from behind the globe and snorted mockingly. He said, "Originally, he should leave when he got the things this afternoon, but he just made up eight or nine reasons to convince the task force, and finally got Secretary Weng's personal permission to make an exception to let him stay until tomorrow morning before heading back to Tibet. Poison Factory'."
Wu Yu stood straight in the same place, unable to look away from Bu Chonghua's smiling face, but his voice was suppressed and calm: "What should he do back to Jinhai? Is it safe? Which way is the back and forth?"
Bu Chonghua said: "Don't worry, I told Shark to go back to Jinhai to pick up a shipment. So far it is safe."
"you… "
Bu Chonghua stood up and opened his hands. He lost a little weight, and his body looked stronger and stronger. His aura was slightly different from when he was a criminal policeman, but his firm embrace did not change in the slightest: "Wu Yu."
The familiar two words seemed to have a bitter and sweet taste, slowly spreading from the base of Wu Yu's tongue.
"I drove alone and walked 1,365 kilometers." Bu Zhonghua paused, his smiling eyes flashing: "Now that I think about it, the road is really fast."
Wu Yu finally stepped forward step by step, hugged him tightly, buried his face in the hot neck and took a deep breath, then raised his head and kissed him briefly.
"Quick what?" he said hoarsely, "waiting for you to get impatient."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Song Ping shook his head and pouted from behind the desk: "In order to cover the two of you, I forced several detachment leaders and deputy detachment leaders to run for nothing. I really..."
Wu Yu turned his head: "What are you still doing here?"
Song Ping: "..."
The water poured out by the married son was obviously the one who solved the family. Song Ping swallowed countless greetings, and finally stood up angrily and knocked on his watch: "You two pay attention to the time. Yan Xun has already left from the municipal party committee and will arrive in ten minutes at most. People from the Institute of Toxicology and Chemical Engineering Come over at about that time, don't let people wait for you."
Bu Chonghua said, "I know."
Song Ping put his hands in his arms, and walked away suddenly with a forehead lawsuit, ready to go to the so-called "work assignment meeting where many early warnings of burglary and robbery cases will be issued at the end of the year" to pose and say a few words, so as to save the whole room of detachment captains staring. Sitting there in a daze.
The door slammed shut, and the two of them were left sitting side by side on the sofa in the huge office. Wu Yu finally asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Shark didn't send anyone to follow you?"
Bu Chonghua clenched Wu Yu's hand tightly and groaned slightly: "He has asked me to go prostitute several times, and he probably wanted to test me, so he arranged a few pairs of eyes around me to stare at me 24 hours a day. But this time, no matter how hard he stares, I have to come back to meet the task force in person, and there is a very important thing they must directly hand over to me."
"what?"
Wu Yu's first reaction was whether the task force had really collected 16 boxes of high-purity blue gold, but then his rationality made him realize that this was impossible. Sure enough, Bu Chonghua hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not what you think, it's... Yan Yan took great pains to get it, if the task force allows it, it may be my greatest life-saving charm, but it is still in a highly top secret state. "
"..." Wu Yu frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "Have I heard of this?"
"Perhaps you've heard of it. It's related to Wen Shao's death."
Something to do with the King of Spades
The artist's active scope in the Myanmar drug gang is staggered from that of Spades K. The scope of the task determines that he mainly tracks the drug transport routes between China and Myanmar. There is no spare energy and no need to pay attention to the drugs in the Golden Triangle facing North America, Mexico and even internationally. Sales - but that's precisely the market the King of Spades primarily operated in during his lifetime.
This new type of drug lord who came back from the United States was very careful to isolate the circulation of blue and gold outside the border of China, which just avoided the attention of the painter, so Wu Yu only heard about Wen Shao, did not understand it, and could not have played any deal.
"It doesn't matter, the task force will hold a confidential meeting later to study whether Yan Yu's plan can be passed. I will tell you as soon as I get permission." Bu Chonghua pressed his forehead against Wu Yu's forehead and whispered: "The time is almost up. , you go home and wait for me."
You go home first and wait for me. This is a very common sentence that they have said countless times between them, usually accompanied by "what do you want to eat at night", "buy some fruit to take home", "it seems that you have run out of hand sanitizer" class of small talk. No one would have thought that trivial and ordinary words would be so precious now. In the current situation of crisis, it was like the last tie to maintain each other in the wind and rain.
Wu Yu stood up, stared into Bu Chonghua's eyes, leaned over for a long time to place a kiss on his temple, and said in a low voice, "I'll wait for you to come back at home."
Then he pulled out his hand, turned and walked towards the office door.
Bu Chonghua's conditioned reflex leaned forward, and his reason forced him to press himself back to the spot. At this time, Wu Yu reached out and pressed the doorknob, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked with a smile: "Speaking of..."
"?"
"Shark asked his subordinates to invite you to prostitute?"
"… I did not go!"
"Then what did you use as an excuse to not give it up?"
I don't know if it was an illusion at that moment, but Bu Chonghua's face blushed imperceptibly, but his attitude remained calm: "No, that's not the case, I'll tell you when I go back tonight!"
Wu Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were full of jokes, he turned and walked away.
—At the same time, the parking lot downstairs of the Municipal Bureau.
hum!
The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and Yan Yan's message reply flashed, accompanied by an angry expression: [You are not allowed to send Wu Yu home tonight, wait for me!]
Jiang Ting laughed dumbly and put away his phone.
At five o'clock in the middle of winter, when the lanterns first came on, there was a chill in the air that was about to come. Jiang stopped the car and exercised, preparing to smoke another cigarette while Yan Xun was having a meeting upstairs and couldn't supervise him. , Suddenly the sight saw something inadvertently.
In the corner of the parking lot not far away, there is a black Audi of Dian brand.
Hanging the Yundian license in the Jinhai Municipal Bureau obviously belongs to only one person - Lin Fang.
Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly, and the innumerable clues in his mind were suddenly connected, and Wu Yu's weak description on the hospital bed not long ago flashed:
"The night I collided with Bu Chonghua in the industrial area, it was raining heavily on the road, and the visibility was very low. It seemed like a black car was behind me, but I couldn't see the license plate..."
black sedan.
Will it be that obvious
Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, glanced at no one around, and casually walked to the Audi car for a half-circle.
Lin Fang had no subordinates on call at any time in Jinhai, and he was obviously not someone who had a lot of free time, so the car was not often washed. Jiang Ting, a criminal investigation expert for more than ten years, looked at it and saw that the roof, wheels, and front and rear license plates were all splashed with mud spots, and there was also thick dirt and dust stuck between the tire lines.
"..." Jiang stopped behind the Audi car, looked around calmly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Hello, Bureau Song? I'm sorry to bother you, I want to trouble you with one thing."
Song Ping was hurried out of the conference room, and his footsteps suddenly stopped: "What?"
Jiang Ting's calm voice, which has always had no emotion, came from the mobile phone: "Do you have a reliable surveyor who can come downstairs to the parking lot?"