Just as Sheng Yao left and walked back to his ward, Shen Yexi strode over, opened the door and asked, "Mum, did you give up your seat to that child before the explosion?"
Jiang Hu froze for a moment, then nodded.
Shen Yexi first let out a long breath, and then glared at him with an unfriendly expression: "Why are you giving way? There are so many people in the car, and you are the only one with grace? You are still staggering and can't walk steadily."
Jiang Hu ignored his attitude, and paused for a moment: "You mean, the motivation to stimulate the bomber to plant the bomb is the fact that someone gave up the child's seat? She thinks this kind of behavior is hypocritical, so she must treat the child Put bombs near the person who gave up his seat to prove that people still only care about themselves when life and death are at stake?"
"I asked the parents of the victim on the No. 97 bus, and the person who gave up his seat was Zhang Jian, the victim of the Miemen case."
"So... Based on this connection, do you suspect that the bomber and the murderer in the Miemen case are the same person?" Jiang Hu asked.
Not surprisingly, Shen Yexi nodded.
"Impossible." Jiang Hu rejected it without thinking, "It can't be done by the same person."
Shen Yexi just looked at him: "Say I'm wrong, what's your reason?"
"I still know the relevant information about the Miemen case from Sheng Yao. There are several key points. First of all, the murderer's character is extremely extreme, and his hatred for the victim is so great that he is not even willing to let go. Excessive slashing shows that he is in a state of madness, and the blood on the wall is more like showing off triumphantly, the word 'judgment' seems to show that he has Higher status, greater control, can accuse anyone of a crime and execute the sentence at will. The murderer has a strong desire to control, calm, cold-blooded, cruel, in my opinion, more like a tyrannical paranoid man."
Shen Yexi didn't interrupt him, but frowned heavily, as if considering Jiang Hu's words.
"And the bomber on the bus is the kind of woman who has strong feelings, injustice, and confusion. Her behavior of hurting others comes from being hurt by others. She is gentle and careful, hesitant in doing things, and confused."
"It's the first time I've heard the victim use such good words to describe a bomber." After a while, Shen Yexi said quietly.
"Yexi, I'm just analyzing a fact."
Shen Yexi froze for a while, then pointed to Jiang Hu and said, "You... what did you call me just now?"
Jiang Hu didn't blink: "Huh?"
"You call me 'Yexi'?"
"Uh... oh, sorry, Shen..."
"No, it's good to just call me by my name," Shen Yexi showed a smile that Jiang Hu couldn't understand. For the wise and martial Shen team, I have to say that the smile is a bit silly, "Well, listen Get up and listen."
"..." Jiang Hu was puzzled.
At this time, someone knocked on the door of the ward. Jiang Hu turned his head and saw a man standing there holding a bouquet of flowers and an insulated bucket. "Uncle An, why are you here?"
"Well, I'll come and see you," An Jie smiled and nodded to the two of them, "If Yexi is busy, you can go first, I can't help you with other things, and it's better to stay here to take care of others while the students are on winter vacation. OK."
Shen Yexi suddenly felt that this good-looking man's smile was a bit dazzling, tsk, look at these worthless girls passing by, have you seen a man but have you seen a man
Well, there is another one who hit the wall - Mo Ju, Mo Ju, don't look at your flirt anymore, to see if your hat doesn't turn green.
He forced out a smile, and stood up: "Just now, Yining called me back to the bureau, saying that all the materials from other places have been sorted out. I'll go back and have a look, and I'll trouble Teacher An."
An Jie looked at Shen Yexi's back and raised her eyebrows slightly... Well, the child Yexi's last look at him didn't seem so friendly. A somewhat wicked smile appeared on the face of this poor, bored man who feared the chaos of the world, this, this, things seemed interesting.
Anjie's eyes were big, but he was unwilling to open them completely, and half-closed them with a somewhat lazy look, which added a bit of indecentness to his slightly delicate face. He put the flowers and the thermos on Jiang Hu's bedside: "Is it so dangerous in the country to be admitted to the hospital in less than half a year?"
Jiang Hu shrugged slightly, it was just a simple movement, but because of the wound involved, his face turned pale: "How do you say that sentence, is there a long life or a long life?"
"You want to say that you have bad luck and a bad fate?" An Jie sat on the edge of his hospital bed, frowning, "If you come to my house during the Chinese New Year holiday, I will supplement your Chinese. People in the province say that we are Chinese policemen. not educated."
Jiang Hu smiled: "I don't have such a strong language talent as you, and being able to learn everyday language is already quite remarkable."
An Jie rolled her eyes: "Don't seek to make progress—or come to my house to eat dumplings then."
"Okay." This time, Jiang Hu agreed immediately without saying a word - what to say, this guy is really a foodie, and he was a bit proud instead of ashamed, without any demonstration.
"..." An Jie reflected on his inadvertence in meeting people and making friends, but immediately, his eyes fell on the bandage exposed under Jiang Hu's hospital gown, his expression became more serious, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he glanced at the door of the ward , slightly lowered his voice, "Is your injury an accident, or..."
Jiang Hu was taken aback, and immediately understood what he meant, shaking his head: "I think it was an accident, if it was that person, he probably wouldn't have done such a high-profile job and failed to achieve the desired effect. As for the murderer and the bomber Criminal, now I have a little clue in my heart. It's nothing, don't worry."
Anjie sighed softly: "I can't worry about it. I'm old, and I have more energy than energy. Now it's a young man's world. I'm just a person who just wants to water the flowers every day, go to class, and read a few books. This is an idle book, a bad old man who is satisfied knowing that all of you are safe and sound."
Jiang Hu sized him up: "In my opinion, you are still very young."
If someone else said this sentence, Anjie would just laugh it off as flattery, probably just twirling around her ear, unable to even get in, but Jiang Hu's expression on every word made people Feeling that this person is so sincere, Anjie actually made him feel very comfortable with his understatement, he couldn't help laughing, and gently rubbed Jiang Hu's hair: "Jiang Xiaodai, you are really likable. "
Jiang Hu struggled to avoid his hand, thinking that he didn't do anything special to pretend to be crazy, why would one or two think he was dumb
"By the way, I brought you something." An Jie said, Jiang Hu noticed that he had kept one hand in his pocket since he sat down to talk, the elegant and good-looking man said, put that hand The hand in the pocket slowly stretched out, and it was a 84-style 7.62mm miniature pistol. "There is gun control in the country, but I think... sometimes people don't have to be too rigid. People with a little secret are easy to Longer and safer lives, don't you think?"
Jiang Hu frowned slightly, then let go immediately, looked at the gun in An Jie's hand, but didn't reach out to take it, and said with some disapproval: "Uncle An, Bureau Mo won't agree to let you get involved. , it's dangerous."
An Jie sneered, put his hand into Jiang Hu's quilt, and directly stuffed this dangerous gift onto his hand that was covered by the quilt: "I still need you to tell me what danger is? Take it, just give it to me." You order a small gift, I haven't done anything yet. I rest assured that you are better than... that person. "
Jiang Hu looked at him suspiciously.
An Jie winked at him, and smiled: "Uncle, I have accumulated intuition from walking on bridges and eating salt for so many years, believe me."
What is the logical relationship between walking bridges and eating salt and intuition? Jiang Hu didn't want to understand. Since every time he asked such a question, it would become a joke, so he decided to let himself skip this, and silently put away the gun When he got up, he said, "Uncle An, if you're okay, can you do me a favor?"
An Jie looked into his eyes and suddenly felt... It was a bit cold.
"I have something to do when I go out, help me find Dr. Huang in Sheng Yao's ward, and delay him for a while."
Relatively speaking, Shen Yexi and others who temporarily returned to the police station were not so happy. What An Yining conveyed was not an exaggeration at all. It should be said that Director Mo has no sense of responsibility at all, and left a bunch of documents behind For them, without even categorizing, a few people took a deep breath, and with a gesture of no hesitation, plunged in with a disheveled face.
What? Overtime pay for lunch and dinner? Oh, don't think about it, it's a cloud.