Breaking Through the Clouds: 63.Chapter 63

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Jiang Ting had been alive for more than 30 years. For the first time, he was held by someone sitting on the bedside and whispered, "I really want to come and see you."

The soundproofing effect of the suite is very good. The KTV downstairs is almost completely isolated. Only the lamp on the desk emits a dizzy yellow light. The bedding pillows on the side and the clean bathrobes on his body are all dyed. Light cream color.

Yan Xi fixedly looked at Jiang Ting, with a deep glimmer in his eyes.

"...Are you crazy?" Jiang Ting finally squeezed out such a sentence, "Who did you discharge from the hospital?"

Yan Xiu said: "I did it myself, and the stitches are almost healed. If you don't believe me, you can see." He said that the hem of the T-shirt was folded, and the stitches on the strong abdominal muscles were quite obvious. Holding a piece of transparent glue-like thing.

The corner of Jiang Ting's mouth immediately twitched, and he recognized that it was a relatively advanced postoperative scar removal biotape. This kind of thing is not easy to get in the county hospital, so Yan Xi must have asked him from Jianning to drive to Jiangyang to pick him up with medical equipment—what if he personally drove the injury for four or five hours? It's nonsense.

"Is it cut beautifully?" Yan Xi's eyes showed a playful smile.

Jiang Ting did not answer this sentence, "This is not suitable for healing, you can go home."

But when he was with him, Yan Xiu took his hand and pulled him back to the bed: "But I don't want to go."

"Why?"

"I haven't seen enough." Yan Xiu whispered, "I want to stay here and see you."

Jiang Ting's face, which is always very relaxed and too lazy to make expressions, is really indescribably complicated at this time. But he couldn't pull his hand out of Yan Xiu's hot palm, and he couldn't keep his bathrobe in that half-upright posture. The two of them stood in a stalemate for a while, and Jiang Ting couldn't help but said, "What are you doing? ……"

There is no beginning and no end, but Yan Xiu understood what he was trying to say, and immediately interrupted: "I can't tell, it's what you think."

Jiang Ting said: "This is your blind trust and suspension mentality to others when the case is in desperate situation. I suggest you understand the two-factor theory of emotions. Physical arousal and emotional cognition should be two different factors. When the two are wrongly linked, your brain will naturally produce the illusion of heartbeat or electric shock..."

"I don't want to understand." The smile in Yan Xiu's eyes deepened, and he asked softly in his ear: "Are you the target, Team Jiang?"

Jiang Ting: "..."

At this time, the door was knocked a few times suddenly, Yang Mei's voice came: "Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang?"

Yan Xi's eyelids twitched, and suddenly Jiang Ting pulled his hand back and stood up.

"Are you asleep?"

Turning her hand click, it seems that she wants to push the door-then Jiang Ting Yang said: "Don't come in!"

Yang Mei's movements stopped.

The atmosphere solidified slightly, Yan Xiu watched Jiang Ting constantly winking, but the latter just pretended not to see, walked over and stood behind the door: "What's the matter?"

Yang Mei is a little expectant: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"You can eat yourself, I have some information to study."

"Then...I will let someone cook the porridge and bring it in for you?"

Jiang Ting said, "Okay." Then he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Yan Xi didn't expect that he would open up and say hello without saying hello. In an instant, he hurriedly hid to avoid seeing, or he stood up and said hello generously. The two hesitated for about 0.5 seconds. Then he bowed like a conditioned reflex and hid the whole person on the inside of the bed. Then he heard Yang Mei's instructions coming from the door:

"Be careful, hot, eat while it's hot..."

"Well, go ahead if you are busy."

The door was closed, Jiang Ting put the porridge bowl on the desk, and then asked: "Where is the person?"

Yan Xiu stood up abruptly: "So I said, what is the relationship between you and her when you want to push the door...hiss!" The dizziness hit instantly, and Yan Xi couldn't help holding the head of the bed.

Jiang Ting: "What's wrong with you?"

"...I came to see you in a hurry, I didn't eat tonight..."

Jiang Ting's cheek muscles became a little tense after a while, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He tapped the edge of the bowl with a spoon for a while and said, "Then you come and drink this bowl of porridge." /

It was said that it was porridge, but it was actually very thick. It was made by Yang Mei who asked the chef to add fresh shrimp, fish, scallops, and egg yolk. From the selection of ingredients, Yang Mei really adheres to the simple health care philosophy of the working people: only choose the expensive ones and not the right ones. The more expensive the better, the more expensive the more psychologically comforting.

Who knows, Yan Xiu only glanced at it, then shook his head: "If you don't eat it, it's too cheap."

Jiang Ting: "..."

"Shrimp is not blue lobster, fish is not yellow-lipped fish, shell is not geoduck, but the egg yolk looks quite fresh. I have never eaten such shabby porridge since I was born, and even a side dish No, forget it."

Jiang Ting said coldly: "Who is the person who squats at the city council to eat instant noodles in barrels every night?"

Yan Xiu replied fluently: "That is when I went to the grassroots to observe the people's sentiments."

The two looked at each other for a long while, Jiang Ting didn't even blink his eyelids.

"..." Then Yan Xiu finally told the truth: "I don't want to eat the rice of rivals."

Jiang Ting threw the spoon into the porridge bowl, "Why don't you starve to death?"

Five minutes later.

Looking down from the open window, Yan Xi slid down the drain pipe to the end, stood up and patted the soil on the trousers, stood in the dark back alley and waved, lowering his voice and calling: "Team Jiang! Don't be afraid of Team Jiang! I will follow you!"

With a snap, Jiang Ting closed the window blankly.

"Where are you going, Brother Jiang?" Yang Mei stood at the elevator door in astonishment: "It's all so late, why don't you take a rest? What can I do tomorrow?"

Jiang Ting dealt with a few words vaguely, and walked straight out, Yang Mei still chased behind her and shouted: "Why don't I let someone send you off!"

"It's okay!" Jiang Ting hurriedly got out of the store, and the darkness effectively blocked his slightly rushed footsteps as if he were running away: "I'll be back on a turn!"

The night market is full of people, one after another. The dazzling light bulbs of the food stalls were enveloped by the spicy and hot steam, and the air was full of cordial and lively smells.

"Come on! Two bowls of cold skin, 4 catties of crayfish and 4 catties of spicy crab! Beer and beverages are yours, you can eat well!"

Yan Xi used the Swiss Army knife he brought with him to pry off the cap of the beer bottle. Before he had time to do anything, the bottle was taken away by a hand stretched out of thin air, and then another can of drink was slapped in front of him. .

"Your blue lobster, yellow-lipped fish, and geoduck." Jiang Ting took a sip of beer from the glass bottle and said, "It's perfect with this 1982 Lafite."

Yan Xi looked at the words Yonghe Soy Milk, his eyelids jumped.

If you want to change to someone else, Yan Xiu is already anxious at this time, but Team Jiang is worthy of Team Jiang. Yan Xiu's eyelids jumped for a long time, and he smiled quickly: "Look at you, the two of us are not in the right place yet. Now, I started to care about my body." As he unscrewed the cap of the soy milk bottle, he took a sip of the crayfish.

Spicy crabs are fried with bay leaves, star anise, oyster sauce, cumin, etc. The juice is dripping, salty and hot. Squeeze the crab claws hard, and the inside is full of white meat. Yan Xi ate with oil in his hands, and did not forget to help Jiang Ting, who was slowly peeling the shrimp shells, dig some chopsticks and crab meat. He shook his head and sighed, "I still thought about this bite. During the days in the hospital, I drank soup and water. Yes, I really want to fade out the bird."

Jiang Ting said: "You'd better restrain yourself and watch out for inflammation of the incision."

"The cutting edge has healed a long time ago. What's more, you can live for decades in life? If a person can't even satisfy his appetite, what's the point of being alive?"

Jiang Tingxin said you eat, eat more, and Chrysanthemum will naturally teach you how to be a human when you go to the bathroom tomorrow.

Yan Xiu looked at him with a tick at the corner of his mouth: "Let's talk about it."

He grew up a little bit scumbag. It is reasonable to say that this face is somewhat slick, but after so many years of criminal police career, that slickness has been squeezed and squeezed into a fierce and tough bandit. He is so unreasonable. When you laugh kindly, you are very handsome and attractive.

"Guozi argued with Mencius, saying that food and **** are also, which means appetite and passion | The desire of **** is the most instinctive pursuit of life. I will not die. After I come back, I have food and drink, and Jiang With a beauty like you here, it can be said that your life has been fulfilled. What else is there to be afraid of?"

...This fallacy is simply terrible, but Jiang Ting didn't make any comments. He put down his chopsticks and slowly drank the last sip of beer before he said: "Don't go to the city bureau tomorrow."

"How?"

"Take you to go to an ophthalmology department."

Yan Xi laughed, seeming to find it very interesting, smiled and took out the cigarette case, smoked a soft Chinese, dipped it in his mouth and lit it, and then handed it to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting glanced at his black and white eyes, but couldn't see any emotions on his face, and took the smoke.

"Really, I regretted it after you left today. Actually, those words I tried to test you were not sincere." Yan Xiu himself lit a cigarette and said, "But those questions have been pondering in my heart for a long time. So when I was in a hurry, I didn’t control it, and I also wanted to intentionally irritate you."

Jiang Ting said lightly: "Which sentence?"

Yan Xiu said: "Stop the cloud."

Around the food stalls, people who guess punches and punish alcohol, yell loudly, and pretend to be crazy... men wearing thick gold chains hitting shirtless, women chatting gossiping and laughing, screaming and running around The children, the greasy ground, the tables full of leftovers, and the hustle and bustle on the road at the door, reflect the liveliest and liveliest aspect of Jianning City at night.

No one knows that there are two detectives in the corner, drinking alcohol and talking about the most secretive, expensive, and bloodiest drugs on the market.

"The name of the new fentanyl compound is blue gold. Most of it should have been exported to Southeast Asia through smuggling channels, and a considerable part of it has been exported to the United States and Mexico. In the early years, blue gold was rare in China, mainly because of A considerable part of the raw materials for drug production are not on the national control chemical list. If they are sold on a large scale in the country, it is likely to arouse the alert of the National Supervision Bureau and even the Ministry of National Security."

Jiang Ting spit out a mouthful of smoke, Yan Xi gazed at his quiet face in the curling white mist: "So you already knew the existence of'Blue Gold'?"

"This new compound once appeared in an armed robbery by drug addicts that I handled." Jiang Ting said, "But the physical and chemical report was altered, and the inspector at the time was also transferred. Lan Jin The existence of was concealed by some people whose identities I could not detect, so I secretly traced it for about a year or two, and found an underground drug production base in an abandoned village around Gongzhou, and sacrificed some informants."

Yan Xiu's eyes are slightly discolored.

——I secretly tracked down for a year or two, and sacrificed some informants.

How many horrific killings and crimes are hidden in the two words of wind and cloud.

"...and then?"

"Then I was discovered." Jiang Ting said hoarsely: "The king of spades happened to be in the drug production base that day."

Yan Xiu's pupils shrank slightly, and Jiang Ting lowered his eyelashes and slowly flicked the ashes.

"The reason why I asked you if you saw his face was not because I was afraid that you might be mutilated if you saw something you shouldn't look at. It was because I wanted to know what he looked like."

"...what?"

"I haven't seen him." Jiang Ting said, "In the drug manufacturing factory that night, the closest contact I had with this man was that he took a gun and pointed at my head from behind and said that these fentais in front of me The total value of Nepalese compounds is 600 million."

"Six billion, you see," the intimate babble of the king of spades seemed to echo clearly in the back of his head: "The happiness of the world is so valuable."

The heavy rain washed over the underground factory, and the taillights of the truck in the distance were like scarlet eyes, illuminating the countless bags of faint blue powder in the depths of the factory building strangely.

"...Do you want to kill me?" Jiang Ting asked hoarsely.

He felt the heat behind him approach before he finished his words, and clings to his ears with a smile: "Or you can share wealth and authority with me... A good and smart police officer is better than one. A corpse is much more important, isn't it?"

"So he didn't kill me, or in fact, it doesn't matter if he kills me or not. My private tracing just involved the nearby area, so my whereabouts could be exposed so easily, which in itself explains a lot of internal problems." Jiang paused and said: "Besides, I should have been a character that would be more troublesome to kill at the time, and it would be very useful to keep it, and there is no need to worry too much about me going out to talk nonsense. Of course, as far as I know, they are very That factory will soon be abandoned. This may be one of the reasons why I can save my life."

Yan Xiu smoked, thinking for a while and asked: "What happened later? You lost your whereabouts after the explosion of the plastic factory. Didn't you see the real King of Spades during that time?"

Jiang Ting cooperated surprisingly tonight, but faced this problem for a long time in silence. Until Yan Xiu thought he would not answer this question again, he only saw him speak abruptly: "I slept for three years... Those details have been very confused."

"I don’t know where I was during that time, nor can I think of valuable clues such as climate, temperature, geographical features, etc. The only thing I can be sure of is that the memory is always dark, which shows that my eyes I have been blindfolded."

His index finger clicked on his temple:

"Later, I tried to build a face model of the king of spades in my brain, but failed. The human brain is not a computer after all. Strong negative emotions will affect the senses. This is something even I can't do."

Jiang Ting picked up a bottle of beer with two slender fingers in his fingers, and the metal bottle cap clinked and fell on the table full of crayfish shells.

"...So when you want to arrest him later, he will feel that you have betrayed this alliance of interests." Yan Xiu asked: "Is it?"

This is actually a very decent way of thinking for others. It basically eliminated any possibility of embarrassing Jiang Ting, but to his surprise, Jiang Ting shook his head: "No, judging from his way of thinking, I should have betrayed him."

"How to say?"

"Serial kidnapping is a very personal way of expression. A boy, a girl, fifteen or sixteen years old when the feelings are the purest, support each other in desperate situations, all images have a strong directional nature. If you feel that I destroy If you understand the relationship between power and money, there is no need to design such a complicated and bizarre chain of kidnappings for self-expression, otherwise there will be too much personal emotions. People like the king of spades who have both criminal talent and experience must know The more obvious the emotional connection in the criminal process, the more clues and flaws that can be analyzed."

Yan Xi nodded slightly.

——Actually, he thinks the same way, even more deeply. Only after the conflict in the afternoon, he didn't want to talk to Jiang Ting at this moment.

"The kitchen is turned off! The last wave of orders! The last wave of spicy crab and crayfish barbecue skewers!"

The yelling of the food stall owner rang, Yan Xiu looked at his watch, and said gently: "Let's go, let's go to the Tianzong Mountain site tomorrow, maybe we can find some clues."

Jiang Ting nodded and raised the beer bottle with only the bottom to his mouth. Suddenly he paused as if he was thinking of something, and said, "This serial kidnapping case will definitely be able to wait for the victim to wake up. Grab a few people, but it may not be able to lock the king of spades."

Yan Xiu had expected this, but it was not very surprising.

Currently, the major drug lords seized in China are still mostly distributors. Even if there are manufacturers, most of them manufacture entry-level banned drugs such as methyl|amfetamine. A large amount of money can be invested in the development of new compounds and mass production in factories. One is counted as one, and they are all at the level that can alarm the Ministry of National Security. They have been latent for more than ten years or even 20 to 30 years.

In short, it is very difficult to bring down the boss in one fell swoop before the minions are completely cut off.

Jiang Ting's face was half-sided, his eyes drooping, this angle made the dim light come from the side, from the corner of the forehead to the bridge of the nose, it seemed that there was a band of light spreading, which was particularly angular.

"You may still have doubts, but the person in the world who most wants to kill the king of spades is indeed me, Yan Xiu. In terms of the professionalism of a criminal investigator, you can hold on to anything else Doubtful, but there is no doubt about it."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank the last few sips of beer, put the glass bottle on the table, got up and said: "Let's go."