Breaking Through the Clouds: 109.Chapter 109

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"So this time I still haven't figured out how Yue Guangping lost his gun?" Yang Mei asked while pulling her hair and eating Hainanese chicken rice cross-legged in the back seat.

"Mei Mei, you are a big girl, can you pay attention to your eating?" Yan Xiu rubbed his forehead and turned his head from the co-pilot, with a disgusting expression of love and helplessness: "Look, you are not married yet. The girl of the yellow flower, the one who sits and eats without eating, has green onions between her teeth, and her hair is about to fall into the rice. Isn't it oily?"

"Will I be able to marry if I pay attention to the appearance?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes.

Yan Xiu said: "Why not, dad will marry you a thatched house, a tricycle, and 880 yuan in cash..."

Yang Mei leaned forward to the driver's seat immediately: "Brother Jiang! Let's get over it, the Yan family is bankrupt!"

Yan Xi hurriedly pushed her back, "Go and go, Dad changed his mind and decided to let you stay in your boudoir for a lifetime!"

Jiang Ting calmly stared ahead, turning a deaf ear to everything that happened around him. The car drove forward along the highway.

Xi Hanxiang, 62 years old this year, is a resident in the second village of Yuejia Village, Gaorong County.

Gaorong County is not too far from Gongzhou. It takes a three-hour drive to reach the county seat and then walk to Yuejia Village. You will arrive at the head of the village just before dinner.

Qi Sihao couldn't ask for leave for the meeting today. He seemed to be restrained and stayed in the city bureau in a frightened manner. Only the three of them rushed to Yuejia Village-this is a sparsely populated village, because it is close to the big city of Gongzhou, Qing The middle-aged, especially the women, have gone out to work. The newly built small buildings in the village have ten rooms and nine empty houses. Most of them are empty-nest elderly with left-behind children.

People like them who are accustomed to criminal investigation know that one or two strangers in a small place are very abrupt. If three of them appear at the same time, the news will be like wings, and they will be able to get from the village in an instant. To the end of the village. So after discussing, they decided to leave Yang Mei, a woman with high heels and big red lips, with a very different style of painting in the car. Only Jiang Ting was wearing sunglasses and Jia Yanxiu was carrying the gift cigarettes he bought on the road. Wine waiting to walk to the destination.

Previously, Qi Sihao found out the specific address through the local police station. The Xi Hanxiang’s house is a three-story white-walled small building with a very distinctive rural self-built villa style. The foundation is made of large stones and covered with cement. The entire building does not pay attention to the appearance. Decorated, but it looks quite new. A child in a red sweater was playing at the door. When Yan Xiu came up, he sniffed curiously.

"Come here!" Yan Xiu beckoned at him: "Come and call uncle, give you candy!"

The child touched his hand on his pants and hopped down the steps. Yan Xiu took out a package of imported chocolate from the gift bag and threw it to him. He pointed to the small building on the white wall and asked, "Is your adult there? ?"

The child ran back like an arrow: "Every family-father-in-law -!"

Yan Xiu didn't understand: "What?"

Jiang Ting said: "Grandpa and grandma. Xi Hanxiang should be his grandma."

The child got in the door like a loach. After a while, the wooden door opened again, and a dark square-faced woman poked out half of her body. Suspicious eyes swept across the two of them one by one: "...You are ……"

Yan Xi half of his body was blocking Jiang Ting, and he took a step forward and took out the police card from his pocket.

"Sorry, Aunt Xi," although his actions are tough, his words are very gentle and polite: "We are the former subordinates of the old Director Yue Guangping. I have some things about the old Yue, and I would like to ask you."

Five minutes later, the first floor living room.

"My daughters and daughters have both gone to work in the city. Only me and the old man are at home, busy doing work and looking after the children." Xi Hanxiang coldly sat on the sofa, her gift bag was pushed back in front of Yan Xiu: "Things are just I’m not accepting it, I’m still busy."

Obviously not cooperating.

"..." Yan Xi and Jiang Ting looked at each other. The latter was wearing sunglasses in the room and shook his head invisibly.

"Oh, it's like this." Yan Xiu is very experienced in interrogating suspects, but facing a hostile and combative aunt in her sixties, she is inexplicably inexplicable, so she clears her throat. : "We heard people say that you have been in Yue's hometown for eight|nine years, is that true?"

The aunt spit out a word: "Yes."

"Then you should know Mr. Yue quite well?"

"I don't know much about it."

"...Do you know the reason for the death of Mr. Yue?"

As Yan Xi expected, Xi Hanxiang showed a subtle change in expression when facing this problem.

"Heart disease." Her throat slid up and down, like a defensive counterattack, and she asked hardly: "Isn’t it normal for an old man of our age to have heart and blood pressure problems? Why, everyone is in peace. Can you pull it out for another autopsy?"

As expected, she is the aunt who works as a babysitter at the police chief's house, and she speaks differently.

But Yan Xiu didn't accept the move, he just nodded and repeated: "Heart disease."

Xi Hanxiang rolled her eyes and took her strong arms.

"—Do you know anything about the interpersonal relationship of Yue Lao before his death? The male juniors who have a particularly close relationship, such as the son of a comrade-in-arms, the nephew who went to his hometown, or..." Yan Xi stared at her closely. Face, not letting go of any changes in micro expressions, slowly accentuating the tone: "illegal child?"

The last three words came out, Xi Hanxiang seemed to be electrocuted, and his **** almost jumped from the sofa: "What are you talking nonsense? Even if Old Yue passes away, you can't insult him like this, you--you It's simply—"

"This is just the normal speculation of the police. We found this in Yue's hometown." Yan Xi called up the picture of the windbreaker from the phone album, threw it in front of Xi Hanxiang, and asked coldly: "You know this How much does a formal suit cost?"

Xi Hanxiang glanced at the screen of the phone, trembled violently, and immediately turned his gaze away.

"Sure enough, you also know that this is a gift that Lao Yue bought back and prepared to give to that person." Yan Xiu tapped his index finger on the phone, speaking clearly and cruelly: "An old director, Hua Yuanchao Use the money you usually consume to buy such luxury goods and give it to another young man as a gift. If you are not sure that it is a nephew, the police will generate more guesses than you can imagine, many of which will be more than illegitimate children. Dirter, dirtier, and much more unacceptable."

Xi Hanxiang stared openly. Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Yan Xiu's calm and sharp words:

"I understand that your concealment may be for the sake of Mr. Yue's name, but do you really think that Mr. Yue passed away from a heart attack? You are his nanny. What is his normal heart? Do you want to take medicine? It's so serious that it is fatal. Don't you know this? There is no doubt?"

Xi Hanxiang's mouth was still open, but the roar seemed to be suddenly cut off, staring at Yan Xi in a daze.

After a long while, she squeezed out a few words: "This has something to do with that...?"

"Lao Yue had received a guest before his death, and he should be a man who was extremely close to him." Yan Xi leaned back, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at Xi Hanxiang: "After the visitor left, Yue I get killed when I get old. Do you think it matters?"

Xi Hanxiang, who was puffed up like a cockfight, suddenly had his spine removed, and fell softly on the back of the sofa.

Jiang stopped suddenly, who had been very quiet, his voice was not high and very gentle: "If I am not mistaken in my observations, this building should have been built one or two years ago, at most three years ago, right?"

Xi Hanxiang was upset and asked subconsciously: "So what?"

Yan Xi didn't notice this, so he couldn't help but glance at Jiang.

"Many people in rural areas like to renovate old houses. Even if they work in cities and towns where no one lives, they will build small buildings that do not lag behind, otherwise they will easily be laughed at by neighbors." Jiang Ting looked around. , Said: "I was just thinking about how your small building was built, because as far as I know, your wife almost lost the ability to work because of severe rheumatism, right?"

"I didn't--"

"I know you will not do anything that violates the law. After all, Mr. Yue is the chief of the police. But when Mr. Yue fired you three years ago, he should make some arrangements for your old age."

"..." Xi Hanxiang didn't speak, as if he had tacitly agreed.

"Lao Yue has considered so much for you, why don't you consider it for him?" Jiang Ting leaned forward slightly and stared at her turbid and red eyes: "Is Yue Lao having a heart attack or If you have been harmed, maybe only you can provide the last clue."

Xi Hanxiang was silent for a long time, her arms clasped to her chest dropped to her side for some time, and she slumped loosely. When she looked closely, her hands were shaking slightly, and her nails pinched her thumb belly.

"...It's all him," suddenly she burst out three words, and repeated fiercely: "It must be him!"

Yan Xi's spirits refreshed.

"The so-called'adopted son'!" Xi Hanxiang gritted his teeth: "I just said where such a big wild species suddenly jumped out. I don't know what ecstasy soup I poured, so that Mr. Yue came back happily to recognize Is he an adopted son? What is it that is not a lie? Who knows whether it is the seed of Old Yue?!"

Yan Xi and Jiang Ting looked at each other and immediately asked: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen this person." Xi Hanxiang shook his head: "It was half a year before Elder Yue passed away, and suddenly began to mention that he wanted to adopt an adopted child. Although he might want to save face... he didn't say so. But when I heard the meaning and excitement, it seemed that the man was his own species when he was young, and he had never heard him mention it for so many years, and I didn’t know what was going on, and suddenly I contacted him again. I was worried at the time. Liar, there are many liars these years, right? But Old Yue didn't know what ecstasy soup he had drunk, he kept saying that he couldn't admit his mistake, he knew it very well in his heart!"

——It is very clear in my heart.

Yan Xi looked at Jiang Ting, and both of them had a thought at the same time: Did you do a paternity test?

It is impossible for a position like Yue Guangping to go for a paternity test. No matter what, it cannot be completely concealed. The wind will inevitably flow out and cause a fatal blow to the official voice. But if there is no such iron proof as a paternity test, what makes a public security chief believe in the parent-child relationship?

"Has Elder Yue describe what this person looks like?" Yan Xiu asked.

Xi Hanxiang remembered for a moment, and shook his head regretfully.

"Then before the death of Old Yue, were there any unusual reactions or actions?"

Yan Xi’s question is probably in the middle of the gate. As soon as the voice fell, Xi Hanxiang immediately began to rub his hands, as if he was a little bit hesitant, and then made up his mind after a long while, he said: "What am I talking about? It won't affect the things behind Old Yue, right? It's like a funeral, a farewell ceremony..."

Yan Xiu said: "Don't worry about this. It has been three years since the funeral of Old Yue."

"That's good, that's good." Xi Hanxiang lowered his head and said, "Yes... one day in the middle of the night, I heard Old Yue crying and calling people..."

A police chief, deputy mayor, crying and calling in the middle of the night?

Yan Xiu's muscles tightened, and even Jiang Ting couldn't help but sit up slightly.

"During that time, Mr. Yue was very busy. He went out early and returned late every day. He often locked himself in the study mysteriously. At first, I didn't pay much attention. After all, Mr. Yue had been busy most of the time during his lifetime--until One day late at night, five or six days before the death of Old Yue, I was suddenly awakened by the howling loudly from the study, and I stood gently by the study door and listened..."

Xi Hanxiang paused with difficulty, and Yan Xiu stared at her closely: "Did you hear something?"

"Yes, but in fact, just those few sentences over and over again, Yue Lao said...said ‘I’m sorry Team Jiang, don’t put a flag on me, I’m not worthy’!"

The two froze at the same time.

Jiang Ting's expression was blank.

"How can he not cover the national flag? What an honor is that, how can he say that about himself?" Xi Hanxiang twisted his rough fingers and looked at them nervously back and forth: "You said, the one named Team Jiang Was it his adopted son? Elder Yue felt that he had never raised him, so I’m sorry, that’s why he didn’t want to cover the national flag? And would the last visitor Yue received during his lifetime be him, he killed him To steal the property of the Yue family?"

The room is quiet.

Xi Hanxiang was very panicked by the uncertain faces of the two policemen on the opposite side. She stammered and added: "I don't know more, I can tell you the truth."

"...Don't be afraid, this is a very valuable clue." Yan Xi finally recovered his voice from the shock, and subconsciously took a sip from the enamel tea cup--Xi Hanxiang still floating on the water The Wei Xu oil flower deliberately not washed off because of their discomfort, but no one reminded him: "By the way, do you know who Elder Yue called late that night?"

Xi Hanxiang said calmly: "I don't know, I'm not just a nanny, where I know so many things. But I was in a daze when I heard Old Yue call the person...Call..."

She thought for a while, then hesitated and said: "...Old Lu?"

With a cry, the enamel tea cup in Yan Xi's hand fell firmly on the tabletop.

·

Twenty minutes later.

"The details you told us today, including our visit, are highly confidential. For your personal safety, please don't mention it to anyone, understand?"

Xi Hanxiang leaned on the door frame with one hand, nodding her head like a revolutionary martyr bravely.

Yan Xiu solemnly thanked Jiang and helped Jiang Ting turn around and leave.

"Wait...wait," Suddenly Xi Hanxiang finally couldn't help but poke her neck out: "The police officer wearing glasses..."

Jiang stopped.

Xi Hanxiang looked at his thin and tall back: "Have I ever seen you somewhere?"

Several seconds later, Jiang Ting turned his face away, and gave her an invisible smile:

"You should have admitted wrong."

Xi Hanxiang nodded suspiciously.

·

"How likely do you think that the person Yue Guangping called is Lu Ju?" Yan Xiu asked.

At the end of October, the sun went down early, and when he came out of Xi Hanxiang's house, it was already completely dark. When it gets dark in the countryside, apart from the moonlight, only the light from the windows of every house illuminates the dirt road. Every step to the village is bumpy, so Yan Xun kept holding Jiang Ting in his arms. Go ahead.

"It's quite big, I remember seeing these two people chatting at a celebration banquet before, and they were quite happy." Jiang stopped close the lap of his clothes, and put his other hand in Yan Xiu's jacket pocket honestly. , Said: "Go back to check Lu Ju and Yue Guangping's graduate colleges and work experience, and perhaps we can have more tangible evidence."

Yan Xi nodded without saying a word, and put his hand in his jacket pocket, clutching Jiang Ting's slender fingers, frowning and said: "Why are your hands so cold."

Jiang Ting was about to pull it out, but Yan Xi hurriedly pulled it hard.

I don’t know who is using lard to fry bacon, and the scent of oil leaked from the window. Jiang Ting took a deep breath and murmured: "It's quite fragrant."

But Yan Xi turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard this sentence: "If it is really Lu Ju, the connection between him and Yue Guangping is deeper than we thought. It is very likely that he has some understanding of the 1009 plastic factory explosion. I know why Yue Guangping is so guilty, maybe even..."

"It might even be known that I am still alive," Jiang Ting said quietly.

Neither of them spoke any more, walking deep and shallow through the village. From a distance, Yang Mei flashed the headlights in the car.

"Yan Xi," Jiang Ting spoke very softly while walking suddenly, and asked: "We have always assumed that the young man Yue Guangping was about to give gifts, the'illegitimate son' Xi Hanxiang called, was the murderer who visited at the last minute. . But is it possible that this kind of thinking was wrong from the beginning, the last visitor is actually..."

As if expecting what he was going to say, Yan Xi suddenly stood still.

Jiang stopped in the moonlight and looked at him, still spit out the name: "——Is it Lu Ju?"

"..." Yan Xiu did not say a word for a long time, and the chill rose from the bottom of his heart to his throat. After a long while, he said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

——If Lu Ju is a close relationship that Yue Guangping can call and cry in the middle of the night, then wearing long trousers at home for reception, or a hurdling vest or even shirtless, is justified.

But now there is no clue to restore the scene at the time. The two stood face to face in the night for a while, Yang Mei finally couldn't help getting out of the car and let out a "Hey--!" He rushed to his hips: "Yan Xiu, what are you doing, are you deliberately messing around in front of me?!"

Yan Xi turned his head: "We are watching the snow and the moon! Talking about the ideals of life from poetry and poetry! What's your opinion?!"

Yang Mei: "..."

Yan Xi laughed and patted Jiang Ting’s **** again: "You get in the car first, I have something to do."

"You--"

Yan Xi has already got into the night in three and two steps, waving his hand without looking back: "The lighter is lost at Aunt Xi's house! I'll be back in five minutes!"

"Why is he going?" Yang Mei stepped forward suspiciously: "Is the lighter ashamed?"

"No, he never took out the lighter at Xi Hanxiang's house."

"Wow! I really met Xiaofang at the entrance of the village and went to a secret meeting! Give me back with the surname Yan——"

Yang Mei was furious and wanted to catch up, but she was held down before she finished her voice. When she turned her head, she saw Jiang Ting's eyes reflecting the moonlight and a small smile:

"It's okay, I know what he is going to do."