Breaking Through the Clouds: 115.Chapter 115
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Jianning City.
The second building in District 9 of Amber Villa.
It is raining, water is under the stone slabs of the sidewalk, and vehicles passing by make a brushing noise; tail smoke and rain are stuck together, and dizzying exhaust gas is vaporized all over the world.
An old man with a short stature and staggering pace, wearing a dark gray trench coat, holding a briefcase under his arm, and holding a large black umbrella, walked into the brightly-lit convenience store downstairs in the community.
The shop was deserted during lunch time. The boss didn't know what was going on. Only his kid was lying at the cash register and doing his homework and visiting the shop. The old man took the umbrella laboriously, shook the drops of water, and asked kindly: "Children?"
The little boy bit his pen and raised his head.
"Where is your father?"
The child points to the back.
"Call your father for me, just say that the uncle who borrowed important things the other day has come." The old man patted the little boy's head with his rough and generous palm: "Go."
The little boy glanced at him up and down, jumped off the bench suspiciously, and ran to the back door of the small supermarket.
The old man was not in a hurry, put the briefcase tightly clamped along the way on the counter and pulled it out, and took out a silver-gray mobile hard drive. At this moment, there was a clink in the store, the glass door slid open again, and the wind and rain outside swept in with moisture and cold—new guests arrived.
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The old man has to put the mobile hard drive back into his briefcase after he takes a stop. Unexpectedly, such a subtle movement was interrupted. A slender white hand stretched out from behind him, pressing the old man’s hand accurately and beyond doubt:
"Let me see it too, Bureau Lu."
Obviously every word is soft, but Lu Ju suddenly shook his face, his pupils tightened, and then turned his head to look at the visitor--
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"Thanks, I will continue to do it tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!"
Qin Chuan said goodbye to his colleagues, stopped in the evening rush traffic that was particularly crowded because of the rain, and drove home more than an hour later, rushing into the corridor elevator in the rain.
Ding!
Qin Chuan walked out of the elevator, took out the key to open the door, but suddenly paused.
"..." He looked at the familiar house number 527 in front of him, for some reason his heart contracted irregularly, and for a few seconds he didn't even breathe, as if he had a premonition. .
He took a strong breath, calmed down, slowly opened the lock, and opened the door with a creak.
The light was not turned on in the living room, and the last ray of skylight and street light passed through the glass window, drawing a pale gray shadow of the familiar furniture. The coat that was hurriedly thrown on the armrest of the sofa in the morning was still spread out. The half-drinked cold tea was placed on the dining table. The goldfish in the fish tank on the coffee table fluttered their tails, reflecting the sparkling water; the black-and-white portrait of the woman was placed. On the refrigerator, facing the entrance, revealing a familiar face.
A slender figure turned his back to the door, and looked carefully at the photo, and heard the sound of him coming in, but did not look back:
"You take a bunch of Yue Guangping's hair back to be buried with Lingtang, are you sure she will really be happy about it?"
Qin Chuan let out a long sigh-as if that block has been suffocated in his chest for more than ten years, and it has finally completely turned into a white mist and disappeared in midair in a flash.
"Be happy, I think." He answered with a smile.
Qin Chuan clicked and closed the door with his backhand, took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. He moved his shoulder muscles a few times. There was a crisp bone under his shirt. In stark contrast, his expression was still very gentle. Polite:
"I've heard about the name of my name for a long time, but I'm lucky, hello, Jiang Detachment."
The young man turned around, and it was Jiang Ting.
This is actually a very absurd and ridiculous meeting, but how ironic the specific meaning is, perhaps like Qin Chuan’s phrase "I have heard of a great name for a long time, and fate," in this world, only the two of them can understand it personally.
Qin Chuan seems to find it very interesting: "Did you visit your mother's hometown on purpose?"
"In order to confirm my speculation about your life experience, yes. Fortunately, I have a little understanding of Yue Guangping's whereabouts in the mountains and the countryside more than 30 years ago." Jiang Ting asked faintly: "You want to know where you are exposed. Huh?"
Qin Chuan made a gesture of please say.
"The day Fang Zhenghong took the medicinal liquor from you and knocked it over, a few drops of medicinal liquor splashed on his trouser legs, but he did not extract even traces of aconitum|alkali from the fabric. In other words, You claim that you borrowed the bottle of poison from the Criminal Investigation Detachment|The confession that you tried to drink after drinking the medicinal liquor is lying. You drank it to Fang Zhenghong at the time. It was changed and hidden beforehand. The original non-toxic medicinal liquor from Yan Xiu ."
"The entire poisoning incident is a scene that you carefully planned. From reminding Yan Xiu to use medicinal liquor, to Fang Zhenghong's anger to stop you from using medicinal liquor borrowed by Criminal Investigation Detachment, all the key turning points are as you pre-designed. To develop, and there is only one prerequisite for the success of this scene."
Jiang paused and said, "You know Fang Zhenghong and Yan Xi too well. You know how they will react in a well-designed scene—like a year. Earlier, you pretended to be Yan Xiu and gave Fang Zhenghong toxic|medicinal wine, and expected that he would drink the same."
Qin Chuan smiled bitterly, as if a little helpless: "I knew that I should do it to the end that day... I shouldn't be soft."
"Why were you scared at the time?" Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows and asked: "Because Yue Guangping's death made you finally realize clearly that Aconitum|Alkaline can really kill people?"
Qin Chuan really laughed this time, shaking his head while laughing:
"No, no, aconitum|I have known that alkali can kill people. I just think—how do you say? I haven't finished what I want to do, how can I risk my life?"
He seemed to be a little regretful like this. He bypassed the sofa and wanted to go here, but was stopped by Jiang: "Stop, or the shot will be fired."
Qin Chuan took a closer look, and as expected, he saw the dimly lit muzzle of the black hole in his hand.
"All right," Qin Chuan stopped in a purely courteous manner and asked: "What do you want to know? Tell me, I will tell you."
Jiang Ting asked: "When did you get in touch with the king of spades?"
The word "contact" should only be taken care of by Jiang Ting, otherwise there are more ugly words to express the same meaning, but Qin Chuan doesn't care too much: "No, it's not that I contacted him, but he took the initiative to find Me."
"Proactively looking for you?"
"Yes, it was my first semester when I was admitted to the Police Academy. To be precise, it was the second day when Yue Guangping first appeared in my life under the name of'father'." Qin Chuan shrugged teasingly: "It was beyond your expectation, that's why I said I've been admiring the name for a long time, Jiang Detachment."
It is true.
If this is true, Qin Chuan knew the king of spades more than ten years ago!
"Yue Guangping met Lingtang when he was an educated youth in the countryside?" Jiang Ting asked.
"Old-fashioned story. The consolation of the educated youth who went to the countryside when they were depressed, faced with the major life choices of returning to the city, the conscience torture and lifelong regrets in the next few decades...it is not worth mentioning." Qin Chuan said. "I don't know when Yue Guangping confirmed my existence. My mother in the countryside died suddenly during the college entrance examination. I started receiving funding, but I never knew who the'good-hearted man' was. I didn't know until I went to the police station. It's my father."
Up until now, speaking of this past, Qin Chuan has a subtle self-deprecation.
"Maybe Yue Guangping wanted to wait until I was admitted to college to recognize each other, and each other would be emotionally stable, but he did not expect that his every move would have been targeted by the King of Spades. It is true that he was back then. He is the most hopeful person in Gongzhou to take over as the chief of public security. The king of spades will not let go of such a profitable goal, so the day after Yue Guangping came to me in tears, the king of spades also appeared. Ask me:'Do you know what Yue Guangping abandoned your mother and son back then?'"
Jiang Ting squinted his eyes, looked up and down Qin Chuan a few steps away, and slowly said: "You don't look like someone who would stand there and listen to his brainwashing."
"Of course not." Qin Chuan said with a smile, "I have my own ideas, otherwise why would I come to Jianning instead of Gongzhou?"
If you go to Gongzhou, with Yue Guangping’s guilty heart, even if you don’t go to the back door to help your son get promoted, you will never make less arrangements.
But Qin Chuan didn't—he came to Jianning and started working as a police trainee at the police station. The blood and sweat injuries over the years are real, and at least 80% of his merits are real.
"He is for his future," Jiang Ting said softly, "so you have to earn a future that is not lost to him."
Qin Chuan did not deny it.
"You have been working with the king of spades for more than ten years?" Jiang Ting asked.
"Oh, that's not true." Qin Chuan frankly and bluntly denied it, saying: "The king of spades contacted me several times in the four years of the police academy. I hope I will go to Gongzhou to serve as an internal correspondent for Yue Guangping. He, control him, and even one day can replace and destroy him; I admit that this drug lord’s provocative and persuasive power is a genius, and even almost brainwashed me. But in the end, my desire to prove myself was still strong. To overwhelm everything, even the hatred of the biological father."
What do you prove yourself? Qin Chuan did not say, nor did Jiang Ting ask.
But there are some things that don’t need to be broken between smart people, they all know--
Back then, you abandoned your girlfriend in the country, abandoning your morality and responsibility as a man, in exchange for a lonely family and a high-ranking future. But now the son who is abandoned by you does not need to rely on and beg you, he can also prove his ability and make your old face show shame and regret.
"There is only one thing I am strange," Qin Chuan said. "Although I rejected the king of spades and left Gongzhou, unexpectedly, he didn't have any objections, as if he had expected it a long time ago. It just suddenly cut off all news and contacts. Since then, this drug cartel hasn’t been around me for several years, and I don’t know why, until five or six years ago..."
"Because he can understand this kind of feeling." Jiang Ting said lightly.
"What?"
A strange look appeared on Jiang Ting's face, "It's nothing, you keep talking."
"Until five or six years ago, I was in danger in an arrest operation and was rescued when I was in a state of isolation and helplessness." Qin Chuan said, "It is the king of spades."
Five or six years ago, that was almost when Jiang Ting found "Blue Gold" in Gongzhou. Immediately Jiang Ting began to investigate, and finally touched an underground drug manufacturing factory somewhere in the Gongzhou mountain area, where he encountered the adult king of spades again.
The trajectory of destiny extends from all directions, gradually forming a big net, engulfing everyone in it, and rushing violently.
"At this time, you have been working in Jianning for many years, but you are still a little detective who is still a **** criminal. You finally discovered that the world is not black and white. With the help of the king of spades, your life is safe and safe. The efficiency of the case has been guaranteed a lot, all the scattered small drug dealers can be caught all at once, and the level of promotion has become particularly smooth, right?"
Jiang Ting looked at Qin Chuan, and the other nodded: "Almost."
"So you still cooperated in the end," Jiang Ting said without any doubt. It was declarative: "At that time, Yue Guangping had been promoted to deputy mayor and chief of public security, but he was like a copper wall and iron wall in Gongzhou City. The king of spades can't pull him into the water, so he has to start with you again."
Qin Chuan sighed and said: "Yes."
Just like Jiang Ting guessed.
Qin Chuan, who was not even a deputy detachment back then, was unable to provide any help in Jianning for the King of Spades. The drug lord’s primary goal was still Yue Guangping. Because even if the Gongzhou public security system is penetrated more, if the leader Yue Guangping insists on not going into the water, the constraints of the king of spades are still very big.
It can be said that Yue Guangping is the hardest bone in the king of spades, and the lonely deputy mayor has no flaws.
Except Qin Chuan.
The last bit of sky light gradually disappeared, clouds covered the city, and rain continued to beat the windows. Even the outline of the furniture in the room is blurred, but for some reason Jiang Ting's slightly distorted face is still very clear. He barely opened his clenched teeth, and his voice was like a taut bowstring when he opened his mouth:
"So, three years ago, the information on Operation 1009 was leaked to the King of Spades, and the ghost who killed my 14 drug police officers was you?"
"Hahaha..."
There was a low laughter in the room, and then the sound became louder and more pronounced. Qin Chuan held his forehead, his shoulders trembling, as if he had heard the funniest lie in the world. It took more than half a minute to barely stop his smile, and looked up at Jiang Ting jokingly: "I said. ——Three years have passed, when will you still deceive yourself?"
Jiang Ting is like being immersed in ice water, from the nose to the lungs, filled with bone-piercing ice ballast.
"Is the chief of public security, Yue Guangping, a vegetarian? He would casually tell others such important information? Besides, I am not even the police in Gongzhou. You thought he would have dinner at a house banquet one day. At that time, tell the internal information of the Public Security Bureau as if it were wine and food?"
"..."
"Don't brainwash yourself, Team Jiang." Qin Chuan's eyes flashed with a look of mockery and compassion, and said: "It has always been you that caused the failure of the 1009 anti-drug operation and sent more than a dozen comrades to Huangquan. And Yue Guangping."
Jiang Ting's elbows, shoulders, and even half of his body were trembling unknownly under his coat, and the muscles and bones of the gun holding hand were bulging.
But Qin Chuan didn't seem to see it, so he stared at Jiang stopped motionless pupils in the dimness, smiled gently and word by word: "There is no ghost at all, there has never been— "
"The murderer is yourself."