Breaking Through the Clouds: 123.Chapter 123
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Jiang Ting, former Captain of the Second Detachment of Gongzhou Anti-drug Corps, a first-level inspector. Sacrificed in the explosion three years ago, he became the number one black policeman in the high-level system and was also suspected of murdering Yue Guangping, the former deputy mayor of Gongzhou and the director of public security at the department level.
But last night, on a cold and rainy winter night, his ghost appeared around the lakeside community in Jianning City.
"I originally wanted to find Yan Xiu, the deputy detachment leader of our city bureau. When I walked around the community, I found suspicious elements haunted and seemed to be spying on his building. I immediately concealed and waited for an opportunity to follow him. , I discovered that the **** was actually Jiang Ting, who was suspected to have killed my old comrade Yue Guangping three years ago, who has been deemed a "sacrifice" by Gongzhou! And he has a party to respond! I just wanted to call for help, but I was caught He found it, and was stabbed in a haste by him..."
The windows in the single-person ward are bright and clean. The leaders of the Public Security Department of S Province are sitting around the beds, and several people are bowing their heads to make notes.
Lu Ju weakly leaned against the head of the bed, hoarsely said: "Fortunately in winter|I was wearing thick clothes and my body was fat. I didn't hit the key. I just fainted at the time. Alas! I'm old and old, it's useless. La!"
His hair was grayed a lot overnight, and his chubby face turned off. After all, he was a sixty-year-old man who struggled for hours in a coma on a rainy night, and he could get his life back. It's all counted as God's favor.
"Who doesn't know what Lu Bureau is saying?" The chief who came down from the provincial government quickly comforted: "The other party is a scum in the police world who is in collusion with drug dealers and is extremely cunning. It should be ours. He will bring him to justice and take revenge for you!"
Lu Ju sighed and closed his old eyes with extreme exhaustion.
The director hurriedly stood up wittyly: "Then come here today. You can't interrupt the leader's rest. Lu Ju, if you think of more clues, just ask someone to make a call and we will be there on call! "
Lu Ju sighed and nodded to indicate that he knew, and then waved his hand and said: "Lao Yu, send them off."
Yu Zhu personally drove away the people from the provincial department and greeted them all the way to the gate of the hospital. Seeing that they all got in the car and left, they turned back to the ward and winked at Deputy Bureau Wei who was sitting in the nurse's station.
Wei Yao hurriedly stood up and walked into the ward with her one after another.
Lu Ju leaned on the pillow, his face was yellowish and there was no trace of blood, and even his lips were a little gray: "How do you say?"
"Preparing to set up a special case team to cooperate with Gongzhou to issue a notice of investigation and wanted Jiang Ting nationwide." Yu Zhu sat in the armchair next to the hospital bed, then cleared her throat with a cough, with a clear voice. Deeply worried: "Lao Lu, what the **** is going on? I don't believe what you said to the people in the provincial department. There are too many loopholes!"
Lu Ju wanted to speak but stopped, looking at Wei Yao.
Wei Yao understood, Chonglu Ju and Yu Zhu nodded.
"We have been colleagues for 20 or 30 years. I don't want to hide from you, so let me just say it." Lu Ju sighed in the glaring gaze of the two subordinates, and said, "I'm not at Yan Xiu's house. I met Jiang Ting nearby, but knew that he was at Yan Xiu's house, so I went to visit him specifically, trying to instigate him."
As soon as the words landed, Wei Yao and Yu Zhu both changed their tone, and blurted out at the same time: "What did you say?"
"Instigate rebellion?!"
Lu Ju raised his hand and pressed down, a wry smile appeared in his eyes: "Don't worry, you two, listen to me. I have considered the case of Cefan Jiang for a long time, but it is only due to confidentiality. Discuss with you. Jiang Ting has been secretly participating in our Jianning City Bureau case for some time. It's not a secret. If it weren't for him, Qin Chuan would not have exposed it so easily."
Yu Zhu questioned: "Qin Chuan?"
"Yes," Lu Ju paused, and briefly recounted the process before and after the investigation into the poisoning incident, and confessed what happened to Qinchuan's house that night when the arrest was carried out. Deputy Wei Wei's eyes were straightened. , Yu Zhu is not much better than him, and can't help making a clear inhalation sound.
After this incident, considering Jiang Ting’s stance and behavior, I think I can take a risk, so I specifically found him last night and proposed a very bold idea to him..." Lu Ju said The self-deprecating meaning is even stronger: "I hope he can completely take refuge in the police, and at the same time pretend to be a black policeman, and become a nail for us to drive into the K of Spades criminal group."
More than ten hours ago--
"An inverse plan?" Jiang Ting put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned his left shoulder against the wall of the living room. He seemed to hear a particularly absurd joke: "Tell me to pretend to surrender to the king of spades, go deep into the drug cartel, risking my life. Danger and the police should be inside and outside?"
The gurgle of soup in the kitchen continued, and the room was warmed by the hot steam, and a large amount of white mist formed on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Ju sat on the large milky white leather sofa in the living room, his eyes sharpened behind the reading glasses, and he stared at the handsome but acupuncture-looking young man in front of him: "Yes, I really want to risk my life, but that's right. It’s the best way out for you."
Jiang Ting rubbed his eyebrows, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and asked with a smile, "--but why should I work for the police?"
"Because you are still alive now, more than one or two people know the secret of your life. Working on behalf of the police, at least there is still a possibility of leaving one life back, but if it is caught by the police? The plastic factory exploded. More than a dozen anti-drug police, your various actions are enough for the death penalty, right?"
Jiang Ting's eyes sank instantly.
Different from his sharp-edged attitude, Lu Ju is like a wall of cotton, calmly absorbing and dissolving all attacks, and he doesn’t eat hard and soft, which is helpless:
"Do you still want to show up in the sun one day in the future? Do you want to live a lifetime in the gutter under the name of the dead? Jiang Ting, Yan Xi is not in Jianning now, I only need a phone call Go out, you can’t even get out of this community today."
"Think about it for yourself, and think carefully." Lu Ju snorted softly in his nose, and said, "If you are caught by the police, I promise that no matter how many more explosions the king of spades creates, he will not be able to kill you. Robbed from the detention center!"
The living room fell into silence, Jiang Ting remained silent for a long time, stalemate frozen every inch of air into ice. After several minutes, he finally spoke slowly: "...I can't promise you."
Lu Ju did not expect that he would refuse, and immediately twitched.
"There are two reasons. First, the king of spades knows who I am and will never believe that I am willing to surrender to him... As for the second."
Jiang Ting's voice paused slightly, and the bright lights of the living room were reflected in the depth of his pupils. He stared directly at Lu Ju, and a strange smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips.
"——Then what?" Deputy Bureau Wei couldn't help asking.
The ward was silent. Wei Deputy Bureau and Yu Zhu seemed to be immersed in shock. After a long while, Lu Bureau breathed heavily:
"If the first point is only subjective factors, I can still shirk it; the second point is that I really never expected, and I would never have thought of it. The moment he said this, I I realized how stupid he was to instigate rebellion, because he really couldn’t cooperate with the police, and he would never be in the same camp as the police."
Yu Zhu unconsciously leaned forward: "The second reason is..."
Outside the gate of the hospital, in a car parked on a hidden corner of the street, a clerk who had just appeared in the ward with the leaders of the provincial department in charge of transcripts was wearing headphones, and the monitoring device in front of him was flashing blue.
I don't know what Lu Jue said in the earphones, he took a breath suddenly, his heart pounding suddenly, and he hurriedly looked around.
Cars came and went on the road, and pedestrians in the distance were shoulder to shoulder. No one noticed this car with ordinary appearance and single-sided window film.
The eavesdropper sneakily unplugged the earphones, stepped on the gas pedal, and ran straight in the direction opposite to the provincial government office.
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Eighty kilometers outside Tongshan County, Yongkang Village.
Following the bumpy mountain road for two hours, Qi Sihao felt that not only his frame, but also the frame of the car was about to be broken. Through the hairy car window glass, even the dilapidated brick houses in the countryside on the side of the fields are gradually disappearing, replaced by large tracts of wasteland and dead trees. In winter, the gray-white hillsides are endless, and withered grass is flying around the rugged roads.
The sun has already passed through the middle of the sky, and Qi Sihao is so hungry that his chest is close to his back, but looking at Yan Xiu's gloomy face next to him, he swallowed and didn't dare to say anything.
How did the rich man go to the countryside to donate to the poor for poverty alleviation?
Where are the warm welcomes and hospitality in the counties, towns and villages?
Finally before Qi Sihao was hungry and fainted, the car stopped in a daze, and the driver sent by the county magistrate screamed: "That's it--"
Qi Sihao looked up like a rescuer.
The iron door has long changed color in the wind and sun. As the wind rustled, two gray two-story concrete houses were scorched by smoke and stood abruptly on the overgrown "playground". . A group of weird mud monkeys lay behind the wooden fence on the second floor and looked straight at their car. They could not be seen as human children from a distance.
Yan Xi got out of the car, squinting in the sand and raising his head.
The five rusty characters at the gate of Hongri Welfare Institute are missing arms and legs. The painted painting on the iron gate is still faintly recognizable. It is a semicircle that fades to light red and is cut off by a horizontal line. Several rays of radiation symbolizing sunlight are intermittently radiating out from the center of the semicircle, forming a perfunctory appearance. Sunrise picture.
——The pattern behind Teng Wenyan's corpse, and Jiang Ting's yellowing blood coat when he was a child, finally traveled through time and space at this moment, and gradually overlapped.
Several men and women in bloated suits stood outside the iron door, and walked forward with smiles.
The long-awaited "warm welcome" Qi Sihao has finally arrived.
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"Yes, the county government should have notified you. It is a poverty alleviation project of our company in S Province. Every fund and task will be implemented in various regions. Of course, I will do a field inspection before signing... "
Yan Xi walked through the "playground" surrounded by the leaders of the orphanage, and a child with a runny nose and dusty face rushed past.
"It's not easy!" The dean is about 40 years old this year, rubbing his hands and shaking his head and exclaimed: "Most of them are girls. How can it be done without a son? It’s a good idea to take the effort to throw it away! Boys can count with one hand, and there are not many with all hands and feet. They are really sick, father and mother. I left it in the hospital, and the hospital will send it to us again-you have seen this environment, it is really difficult, and the national finances are not delicious!..."
Qi Sihao was really hungry and couldn't help it, so he followed the staff to eat a small stove. The dean eagerly invited Yan Xiu into the office door, and poured him tea with his own hands.
The dean’s office may be the best decorated place in the entire welfare house. At least it is also paved with tiled floors and air-conditioners. It is much better than a cave-like dormitory. Through the glass window, Yan Xi looked at the dusty wasteland and the black hole dormitory building outside, as if he saw another scene in a daze:
A thin child, running happily in the afterglow of midsummer evening, has short black hair raised by the wind. He crossed the plains, across the fields, like an agile deer cutting through the rice fields, rushing to the end of the blue sky under the Venus star.
Don't go there, Yan Xiu's heart is bleak and feeble, and it becomes clearer and clearer: Don't stop, come back——
But no one heard.
The little boy, bathed in the light of the sky at the junction of day and night, hurried happily to his only friend in childhood.
"Mr. Yan, that... Mr. Yan?"
Yan Xi recovered, and saw the dean rubbing his cuffs, his eyes narrowed: "The donation thing..."
This is not difficult to do. Yan Xiu considered this issue before he came. First, he greeted the county government through the annual fixed poverty alleviation project of his group. All the signing procedures were completed quickly, and the goods were authentic on the same day. The red-headed document was sent to him, and there was absolutely no part of it falsely acting.
"Just follow the numbers approved by the County People's Congress. I'll go back..." Yan Xi paused, and the ghost added: "...make up 50% more, and repair the dormitory before the year. Repair, otherwise it’s too cold."
The dean was overjoyed.
Yan Xiu said: "I will let people come to see it years ago."
The dean’s smile from the bottom of his heart immediately faded, and he immediately promised: "Of course! Of course!"
These tricky Yan Xiu knows in his heart that he doesn't have the unrealistic idea that all the money can be used, as long as a part of it can work. The dean didn’t expect him to be so happy, and enthusiastically took out documents such as the orphanage management charter and goal plan to introduce them. Yan Xi patiently listened to him for about ten minutes before choosing a suitable opportunity to interrupt. : "In institutions like yours, when children come in and go out, there should generally be records, right?"
The dean’s voice: "Yes, yes, there must be. We are the only orphanage in the local area, so it has been decades since the 1980s..."
"Can you show me?"
The dean didn't expect that he would have such a request, so he was stunned: "What are you looking at?"
"Album information, document records, children's files, etc., I only need the parts between the eighties and nineties." Yan Xi smiled at the surprised look of the dean, and said lightly: "I don't want to hide it from you. My wife spent a few years in an orphanage in S Province when she was a child, and was later adopted. This time, I made a fixed-point donation because I wanted to visit various orphanages that year, and try to find clues to his biological parents from the adoption information of the year. So as to help him complete his long-cherished wish of tracing the origin."
The dean suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh--"
From the look of his facial expressions, the dean probably made up a series of dramas in an instant, from the domestic village 8 o'clock to the popular Korean dramas in the 1990s, and the expressions in Yan Xiu's eyes also enriched the meaning. Yan Xiu was too lazy to explain anything, and raised the corner of his mouth coldly, only to hear that the dean immediately became enthusiastic several times: "Okay, no problem, I will find it for you!"
The dean immediately went out and called for someone, and took a few staff to open the file room. The management of the orphanage in the rural villages here is obviously relatively backward. It’s not a trivial task to look through the archives. It took a long time for the dean to come back. "Hey!" He put the bag full of archives on the table and slapped the dust. Splashing, relieved: "It's all here!"
Yan Xi was a little surprised—these data from more than 20 years ago turned out to be more than he thought.
But I want to come. There is no waste paper collection in this broken place. As long as there is no accident such as fire and flood, the paper data is estimated to be piled in the corner of the corner, and no one will move it and it will not be lost.
The files are stacked in chronological order. Yan Xiu is very clear about the specific year and it is not difficult to find it. While dealing with the dean’s greeting that he could not conceal the gossip, he searched for the text of Jiang Ting’s ten-year-old, and suddenly turned to a yellowish-grey leather notebook, and opened it, only old photos were posted inside. .
In just an instant, Yan Xiu's eyes were fixed on a corner of the album——
In a black-and-white group photo, a dozen gray children stand in a row from high to low. The background is the dormitory of the orphanage that was very new that year, and the painted sunrise is painted on two iron doors. Clearly Chu.
The children were all dull and ignorant, wearing the same round neck short-sleeved shirts, looking around as if they were clay dolls carved out of the same mold, except for the little boy third from the left who twisted his body slightly with big eyes.
The camera recorded his curious and shy smile at that moment, and then sealed it in the corner of time. After more than 20 years, he screamed and smashed in front of Yan Xi.
"...this kid," Yan Xiu pointed at the photo, with a strange trembling ending: "There is such a big boy in the orphanage?"
"Ah, yes, yes." The dean came over to take a look and explained, "It may be that no one wants to adopt it because of a congenital illness, or it has just been sent in and has not had time to go out. The living conditions of everyone in that era It’s not good. It’s not easy for older children with memory to find someone. If they are two, three, four or five years old, it’s much easier!"
Yan Xi's tongue had a slightly sour taste. He swallowed hard and pressed down the fiery pain in his chest.
"Then was he adopted later?"
"Hey, I only came here seven or eight years ago. This one has to be checked." The dean rolled up his sleeves and looked through the pile of files for a long time, finally found a work record. He patted his forehead: "Come on, this is it!"
The dean slammed the dust off the record: "This is the adoption registration of the year, but some of them are missing. The management at that time was not as standard as we are now. We treated those children very carefully and very carefully. , Resolutely implement the national policy on supporting children’s welfare..."
While talking, he looked at Yan Xiu obliquely, apparently extremely curious about this unusual young rich man.
Yan Xiu's flipping movement stopped.
【September 18, XX, the adopted child, Jiang Ting. 】
The few lines of scribbled and faded pen writing record the most crucial moment that turned Jiang Ting's fate more than 20 years ago.
Yan Xi didn't waste time studying the information that the adopter looked at as fabricated. His eyes fell on the picture attached to the page. A man with small eyes and a gloomy appearance, about 40 or 50 years old, turned sideways to the camera, standing in front of a black car at the entrance of the welfare home; on his left hand was Jiang Ting, who was thin and shy at the time, and on his right was another white face and dressed. Sophisticated little boy.
The boy was obviously one year younger than Jiang Ting, but he was obviously taller. Like his father, he consciously avoided the camera, turned his face slightly, and looked at Jiang Ting with a full smile.
At first glance, it was just two little guesses, but the darker and deeper meaning behind that smile pierced Yan Xi's heart like a needle piercing in an instant——
He knew he saw the king of spades more than twenty years ago.
Jiang Ting did not tell the complete truth.