Breaking Through the Clouds: 101.Chapter 101

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The office door was knocked twice, and Yan Xiu walked in.

Lv Ju probably just finished the phone call, was drinking tea with his head down, and pointed to the chair behind the desk without raising his head, motioning him to sit down.

However, Yan Xiu did not sit, and stood there with a tall and tall figure of nearly 1.9 meters, and said in a deep voice: "You are looking for me, Lu Ju?"

What a genius Lu Ju is. With just such a detail, he almost understood the attitude suggested by Yan Xi. He put down the thermos and asked for a while: "You know all about the Fang team, right? ?"

Yan Xiu said lightly: "Fang Team?"

"Well, leader Fang Zhenghong got involved in a case related to your poisoning, haven't you heard of it?"

Yan Xiu said: "I just returned to the city bureau, and I don't know anything yet."

Lu Ju was not surprised at Yan Xiu’s dripping water. Cong Shan Ruliu recounted the inquiry of Qin Chuan and Fang Zhenghong’s investigation. The past and the past and the content of Gao Panqing’s briefing were almost indistinguishable. This proves that Gao Panqing is indeed the backbone senior of the Criminal Investigation Detachment. He is very meticulous in this respect, and even Lu Ju’s original tone has learned the eighty-nine-point image.

"So now that Fang Zhenghong's detachment is suspended at home, it can be regarded as cooperating with the investigation work of the city bureau." Lu Bureau said slowly: "If there is a result, the city bureau will notify you immediately. But you have to get a clear picture. Clear results, it is estimated that it will be more difficult at present, you must be psychologically prepared."

The office fell into silence again, Yan Xiu's clear and deep eyes, seemingly dark and unpredictable, suddenly smiled after a long time:

"Since it is difficult now, let's talk about it later."

——I’ll talk about it later?

Faced with a poisoner who was waiting for an opportunity to take his life in the dark, how could Yan Xi be so calm?

Lu Ju raised his eyes unexpectedly, and he saw Yan Xiu smiling, his handsome and tough face faintly revealed a nasty look: "I heard that Director Gou went to Jiangyang County to do a second job with the assassin named Xian Shengrong. I don’t know the result of this autopsy. I heard that the time of death has been determined?"

Lu Ju was startled.

"In this case, check the alibi of the team at the time of the crime, can't it prove his innocence?"

Lu Ju looked at Yan Xiu for a long time, but the hardened light in the latter's eyes remained unchanged. After half a cigarette effort, Lu Ju finally exhaled and said, "Do you know that you are accusing a thirty-year-old criminal policeman, a chief detachment with a police rank of one superintendent, of committing homicide? Yan Xiu?"

Yan Xiu's answer was unmoved: "No, Lu Ju, I'm just providing a survey idea."

"But your thoughts on investigating..."

"It is not making a presumption of guilt, but a reasonable guess."

This person Yan Xiu is like this. Usually, what he shows is natural, casual, and grounded, which can be called a very gentle side. But if he provoked his real anger, or touched his bottom line, he would become very tough and even arrogant.

That kind of confidence in the bones can't be shaken by anyone.

"...Since you are so sure, then I will deploy personnel to investigate the team's alibi that night." After silence, Lu Ju finally said, "However, since you are the direct victim, the place to avoid is still Avoid it, otherwise any errors or omissions in the procedure may also affect the final investigation results."

Yan Xiu calmly said: "I understand."

"Go," Lu Ju waved his hand.

Yan Xiu turned around and walked towards the door. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Lu Ju. The large office is decorated with old-fashioned decoration, with landscape paintings hanging on the wall, party flags on the cabinets, and a row of bookcases against the wall neatly packed with various professional books, party newspapers and party journals; Behind the desk, it looks like a round and solid statue.

"..." Yan Xiu finally asked the question: "Why do you believe in Fang Zhenghong so much?"

Lu Ju stared deeply at him from behind the reading glasses, "Because Fang Zhenghong is not the kind of person you know."

Yan Xi had nothing to say, so he nodded, turned and walked out.

Lu Ju leaned back into the back of the chair, his stomach was straight, his hair was gray, and he sighed for a long time. He took off the reading glasses and wiped them carefully until he was sure that the lenses were clean and there was no trace of floating dust invisible to the naked eye. Then he put them back carefully, and blinked his eyes vigorously-as if to use this action to make it clearer. Look at everything around, and everyone.

The concealed door knocked twice, and the secretary asked outside: "Lu Ju?"

Lu Ju helped his glasses: "Come in."

Secretary Zhang walked into the office holding a pile of materials and put down a few letters waiting to be stamped. Lu Ju took a look at it, and the headline in black and white was: Security Surveillance Video Data Access Notice.

"Oh, it's the crash of Deputy Yan Detachment on the winding road." Secretary Zhang smiled and said, "Isn't this under investigation? We need to watch the surveillance video of the crash in our bureau. We have to send it first. Only an official letter can be used to adjust the security surveillance of Jiangyang County's jurisdiction-this is sent to the Jiangyang County Police Station. You can stamp it and I can send it away. The picture investigation side is still waiting to continue the investigation."

Just as Lu Ju's hand stretched forward, he suddenly paused in mid-air.

"Leave it here," he pointed to the desktop: "I will think about it again."

The secretary was stunned, what does it mean to think again?

Lv Ju turned a blind eye to the secretary’s unconcealed doubts, and had no intention of explaining. He suddenly changed the subject: "I just remembered something. Fang Zhenghong was suspended from his job to recuperate. During that time, the anti-drug detachment was all working. It’s the deputy Qin detachment, right?"

"Yes, yes, you are..."

"Captain Yu of Criminal Investigation was retired from illness, and Yan Xiu was appointed as the acting leader. This appointment was formally issued by our bureau as an internal document. However, although Qinchuan has been undertaking temporary work on the drug control side, there is no formal appointment. Many documents and materials were signed improperly, which caused a lot of inconvenience to the daily management of the anti-drug detachment. I think that Fang Zhenghong's suspension of this time, he should simply put down the appointment documents for Qin Chuan's acting chief."

Qin Chuan manages the anti-drug detachment as a deputy, and Yan Xiu manages the criminal investigation detachment as a deputy. Both of them are acting on behalf of the chief authority in a special period, and there is no difference in any practical sense. But if you go out of the gate of Jianning City Bureau, the difference between whether there is that official document or not will become obvious. For example, when Yan Xi went to Gongzhou to see Qi Sihao, Gao Panqing could directly introduce "This is our brother Yan. The current leader in charge of the work of the detachment"; but if Qin Chuan went out to handle the case, he would not be able to introduce that way.

The appointment document is actually a good thing for Qin Chuan. Secretary Zhang immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, this is simple, I will do it right away!"

Lu Ju nodded, as if remembering something, carefully instructed him: "Although Qin Chuan has been acting as the chief officer for some time, according to the regulations, he is officially responsible for the start of the anti-drug detachment only if the appointment documents are issued. He may not be familiar with many management tasks. Tell him to ask for more instructions and ask more about everything. Let him ask me more about every job."

This is also what the question should have meant. Secretary Zhang noted down one by one. Seeing that Lu Bureau had nothing else to order, he pointed to the official letter on the desktop for accessing surveillance data, and asked for instructions again: "That, Lu Bureau, look at this stamp..."

I don't know if it was the reason for the low light in the office. For a few seconds, he suddenly felt that Lu Ju's expression was a little subtle.

That kind of feeling is hard to say, but it must be so different from Director Lu who usually smiles, so that Secretary Zhang’s first reaction was that she had read it wrong.

"This," Lu Ju's thick and round five fingers pressed on the official letter, and said flatly: "Let's talk about it."

How to talk about it again, will you not mention it from now on?

How to investigate the poisoning of Deputy Yan Detachment? Do you just skip this one and leave it alone?

Secretary Zhang was a little startled, but somehow she was so suppressed that she didn't dare to say more, and she subconsciously smiled.

Lu Ju's eyelids behind his reading glasses drooped, as if he didn't see the secretary's doubts. It wasn't until Secretary Zhang's figure disappeared outside the door that he was the only one left in the office again, so he slowly picked up the official letter, opened the drawer, and threw it in.

Boom!

The silence has returned to the office.

·

The spoon in Jiang Ting's hand was in midair: "That's what Lu Ju said?"

Although Yan Xiu set up his ambitions to take the river to eat delicious food at night, in fact the last two of them returned home. The big bone soup boiled on the stove is steaming hot, and the collagen-rich bone marrow stews the soup white, and the tender tofu keeps rolling up and down, exuding a warm smell in the kitchen on the late autumn night.

Yan Xiu moved a small bench, guarded the soup pot and chose the green onions, and said solemnly: "Lu Ju still believes in Fang Zhenghong..."

Jiang Ting said: "You Lu Ju used to..."

Yan Xiu keenly noticed the hesitation in his tone and stopped: "Why, have you dealt with before?"

"I met in the action, and I said a few words at the celebration party, but I didn't have any deep friendship. However, Lu Ju was well-known in the public security system in the southwest region, saying that he was very powerful when he was young, and he was an old fox when he was old. "Jiang Ting turned the big bones stewed in the soup over his face and smiled: "It should be a very smart person, but sometimes it is too dripping, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

Yan Xiu subconsciously hmmed, and then the final tone suddenly raised: "What?"

"What?" Jiang Ting glanced casually.

They stood and sat, their eyes met in mid-air, and a similar conversation popped up in Yan Xi's mind. It was after the end of Hu Weisheng's drug trafficking case and the spacious and spacious director of Jianning City Bureau. In the big office--

"What kind of person do you think Captain Jiang Detachment is, Lu Ju?"

"Young, bold, high IQ... terribly high."

"This makes me personally very uncomfortable."

……

The almost identical dialogue was repeated again in such a coincidental way of changing roles. An indescribable strangeness and absurdity spread from Yan Xiu's nerve endings into his brain, leaving him speechless for a while.

"Yan Xiu?"

"Oh, nothing." Yan Xiu settled, "It just feels like you don't think highly of Lu Ju."

Jiang Ting didn't care: "That's not true. Besides, they are widely respected seniors, do they need my evaluation?"

Under the steaming steam of the hot soup, his face seemed a little blushing. Because of the high temperature at home, Jiang Ting, who rarely wears short-sleeved shirts, rolled the cuffs of his long-sleeved home shirts to his elbows. Yan Xi thought for a moment beside him, pressing down the subtle anomaly in his heart and not mentioning it again. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that he was sprinkling salt into the soup. When he raised his hand, the white teeth marks on the inner right wrist were revealed.

"Someday I will do a scar removal," Yan Xi said casually.

"Huh?"

Yan Xi raised his chin. Jiang Ting followed his gaze and saw his wrist. He paused slightly before lowering his sleeves: "Let's talk about it."

"Why don't you talk about it, modern medicine is so advanced, maybe the meal will be over, why not do it?"

Jiang Ting pulled the cuff down again, but Yan Xiu got up and caught him, making a gesture to pull a small hand. The two writhed in front of the gurgling bone soup, one to kiss and the other not to kiss. In the end Jiang Ting won, and put his right hand behind him, and both laughed and said: "There is no coriander at home! You are not hurrying to go. Buy!"

"How did you do it, do a scar removal." Yan Xiu has no regrets: "In this way, my husband pays you to do it, and rewards you for buying a Chanel bag, how about it?"

Jiang Ting couldn't laugh or cry, half of his body leaned out of the kitchen, flicked a few coins from the change bowl on the shoe cabinet, and slipped them into Yan Xiu's arms: "Buy the coriander first, don't beep here."

The handsome, rich, decathlon, deputy Yan detachment, who threatened to buy bags for his wife, counted the money, wiped his hand on his apron with dissatisfaction, and said, "It's only five yuan, not enough. Give me some more."

"Just buy two, you can't use that much for soup."

"Who sells two roots and two roots? The supermarket downstairs is sold in hardcover small boxes, do you know how much a box costs?"

Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Why, what's your expression? People's supermarkets are here. It shows that it is the owners who are slaughtering the stupid and rich people in this community." Yan Xi sighed: "Is it easy to support a family these days? Like? We are greasy middle-aged people like us, working from 9 to 5 all day long and getting angry, and the daughter-in-law is not obedient when we come home..."

Jiang Tingshi smiled and said: "If you can't afford it, you can secretly pick up two of them and come back. Go, the organization is optimistic about you."

Yan Xiu babbled, grabbed a handful from the change bowl, and decided to buy two packets of potato chips while buying coriander. Fortunately, a new supermarket was opened at the gate of the community. It was only a few minutes' walk away. Before leaving, he even accepted the task of "taking down the garbage bag and throwing it away."

Middle-aged Yan Xiu, who feels greasy, took off her apron, dressed in house clothes, put on flip-flops, holding a coin in one hand and a trash bag in one hand, and got out of the elevator. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and vehicles came and went on the road in the distance. The beautiful trees in the community swayed slightly under the reflection of the brass-colored street lights, making a rustle. Yan Xi hummed a small tune while flapping his slippers, pattering towards the gate of the community, and suddenly only heard a faint click behind him.

"?" Yan Xiu looked back.

It's impossible to hear this voice for someone else, or feeling it will only be regarded as an ear error. But Yan Xiu's listening and monitoring skills for many years are different from ordinary people without training, and he stops almost instantly.

The path behind him was empty, and beyond the bushes in the distance, there seemed to be a few young people running at night in the public garden.

...it's a kitten.

Yan Xiu didn't think much, and went on walking. After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered something, and my heart said it was wrong. Because of the accident of stray cats and dogs throwing children at the front end of this community, the property was afraid of offending the wealthy and powerful owners, and concentrated on cleaning up a wave of stray animals, so soon. A kitten appeared?

He stood still involuntarily, thinking that there should be leftover ribs in the trash bag that had just been dumped from the refrigerator. At this moment, the green sign not far in front suddenly lighted up. It was fleeting and fast. People are hard to catch.

"...!"

Yan Xi’s pupils tightened, and he suddenly realized what it was--

The flash is reflective.

Someone followed him.