Breaking Through the Clouds: 28.Chapter 28

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The police car kept humming all the way, rushing on the congested street in the evening rush hour, and drove towards the hospital with the curious gaze of countless pedestrians.

"The author of "Toseetheobvious" is Australian chemist Arthur Burch, and his most famous achievement is the publication of the Birch reduction reaction named after him. "Amorphous Phosphorus Factory Mass Production Method Description" is from Austria The chemist Ent Schlert published a work in 1848. Schillert’s main achievement was the discovery that white phosphorus heated to 250°C in an inert gas would produce a red allotrope, that is, red phosphorus. "Terpenes" Otto Wallach, the author of "and camphor", was the winner of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in 1910. He also made a discovery named after himself, called the Liukat Wallach reaction, which is the reduction of carbonyl compounds with ammonia or amines. Ammonia."

Yan Xiu turned the steering wheel, glanced at the co-pilot, couldn't help asking: "What does this have to do with kidnapping?"

"The Birch reduction reaction, the red phosphorus reduction method, and the Liukat Wallach reaction have one thing in common." Jiang Ting looked up from the notes left by Chu Ci and said: "—— They are the three main methods currently used by drug gangs in the synthesis of ice|toxin."

Yan Xiu who is driving: "..."

Han Xiaomei in the back seat: "..."

Both of them have a suddenly realized expression.

"But the suggestion is too academic, even his own tutor did not respond. Are you sure you understand it correctly?" Han Xiaomei couldn't help asking: "Is there any possibility that he is involved in drug production? He is Looking for these reference books?"

Jiang Ting’s answer is very stable: “There is no such possibility. There are two main reasons: the production of ice|toxin| is very simple. People like Chu Ci who are extremely talented in chemistry don’t need to refer to any information. He may be able to synthesize it in his own kitchen, this is one of them."

"Secondly, I read Chu Ci's notes. He has a slight anxiety disorder, that is, obsessive-compulsive disorder. The specific manifestation is that when he writes'|', he compulsively stops the strokes on the horizontal line of the notebook page, such as The second stroke of T is always opposite to the horizontal line, forming an extremely precise right angle. If you look at all his notes, you will find that every vertical line is like this. If the right angle is not straight enough, he will forcibly alter it by himself. "

In the back seat for a while, Han Xiaomei raised her head and said in amazement: "It's really like this!"

"This is normal." Jiang Ting said, "Chu Ci lives in a very stressful environment. He has to win the highest prize every year for his thesis, experiment, and blog. Roommate Feng Yuguang also asked him to rest for a long time. Mental tension and emotional disorders are almost tailored for this kind of person. It is not surprising that there is a little obsessive-compulsive disorder."

He motioned to Han Xiaomei: "Look at the phone album again."

Han Xiaomei didn't know, so she opened the photo album, and the latest photos are of the outlet of the storage tank taken by Jiang Ting.

"I compared Chu Ci’s experimental notes this week and found a storage tank that he might have moved. I found that all the outlets were placed like vertical lines, exactly on the edge of the floor tiles, showing a precise ninety. Degree angle. Yes, this is his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but look at the storage tanks that were partly stolen early this morning."

Jiang Ting took the phone from Han Xiaomei and gestured to Yan Xiu.

Yan Xi turned sideways while driving, his eyes cast on the phone screen.

The silver gallop whistled and changed lanes, like a scalpel, cutting the traffic steadily and fiercely.

"These outlets are randomly placed," Jiang Ting pointed to the photo in the album, and said, "I just threw it on the ground after using it up."

"You have nice hands," Yan Xiu said casually.

Jiang Ting: "..."

Jiang Ting's expression went blank for a moment, and Han Xiaomei on the back seat was caught off guard and almost exploded into a firework in the sky.

Yan Xiu's vision returned to the front of the road: "That is to say, the person who steals controlled chemicals is most likely not Chu Ci. He was planted?"

"..." Jiang Ting said, "...well."

The police car driving in front rushed into the front door of the hospital close to the red light. Yan Xiu turned on the lights, changed lanes, and did not brake at all when cornering. It stabbed like lightning and stopped firmly in front of the emergency department door.

Yan Xi pushed the door and got out of the car. Five or six detectives had already jumped out of the police car in front. This caused constant discussions among doctors, nurses, and patients' families around him, and nervous glances were cast from all directions.

Yan Xiu said: "But I don't understand one thing."

He hurried towards the emergency room, and the detectives followed behind him. Jiang Ting's pace was a bit more stable than ordinary people, and now he couldn't keep up. Yan Xi slowed down and grabbed him, almost half-breasted and half-armed and walked forward.

"The triangulation performed by the technical investigation shows that Chu Ci's last call was answered near the warehouse. With the current criminal investigation technology, the positioning error can be most accurate and can be no more than 20 meters." Yan Xiu closely adhered to Jiang Ding. The ear asked: "——You said he was planted, so why did he go to the warehouse in the middle of the night? Is it also kidnapped all the way?"

Jiang Ting frowned slightly, and his face was obviously leaning in the other direction. Yan Xiu yanked him back, forcing him to lean his head.

"If you are held hostage, it is impossible not to cause any movement. He went into the warehouse by himself." Jiang Ting finally gave up after repeated tug-of-wars several times, and said helplessly: "If your physical and chemical personnel suffer from harm A trace of Chu Ci’s DNA was extracted from the back of the blog post of Zhe Nian, which is enough to prove that Chu Ci himself was the one who destroyed the surveillance and power system last night."

The elevator door slowly closed with a ding sound, and Yan Xiu asked: "Why is he going to the warehouse?"

The elevator in the hospital is extremely spacious, and a few detectives are not crowded at all. Everyone looks at the metal wall in unison, peeping at Yan Xiu and Jiang Ting from all angles.

Jiang Ting asked in a low voice: "Speaking belongs to you, can you not get so close?"

Yan Xiu immediately frowned his thick and sharp brows: "What are you doing? What's wrong? Are you a little girl?"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Yan Xi thinks Jiang Ting is very cute at this moment. He puts the suspect in front of the police. He analyzes the various clues of the kidnapping case and is cute. Even the appearance of trying to tilt his head outward at this moment is also cute. So Yan Xiu encouraged him with a warm tone: "Go on, police flower."

Jiang Ting is not short at all. In this generally medium height place, he is relatively rare at 1.8 meters.

But as an intellectual player who has just recovered from a serious illness, his physique can’t be compared with Yan Xi. It’s okay for the two not to stand so close. Once they stick to each other, it’s really between the criminal investigation captain and the long-legged policeman. The tragic gap.

Jiang Ting pressed the center of his eyebrows, but Yan Xi was sure that what he wanted to pinch was not the center of the eyebrows, but his throat.

"On May 5th, Chu Ci came to the city bureau for inquiries, returned to the chemical company, and suddenly gave up half of the experiment he had done, and began to do a lot of tests on the density of the solution. That day he learned that Feng Yuguang was killed. In the days when I was dead, Chu Ci’s transformation was due to this incident."

Yan Xiu asked: "What does he want to do?"

The elevator stopped and the metal door opened slowly.

Jiang Ting finally got rid of Yan Xiu, adjusted his clothes, and said in a deep voice: "He wants to verify whether Feng Yuguang's death is related to some secrets of the chemical industry."

Jiang Ting strode out of the elevator, and Yan Xi speeded up two steps to walk beside him. Several policemen followed him through the bustling corridor of the hospital building.

"What are you doing? Can the police arrest people casually, ah? Can the police handcuff people casually?!" A roar came from the emergency room at the end of the corridor: "I am a patient, a victim, just Do this to me! I'm going to complain to you!"

A group of people gathered outside the emergency room, and the whispers of "what's going on" and "the police are so horrible these days" were clear from far away.

"Let one give way, let the other give way, come, please let the masses let it happen!"

The detective forcibly separated the crowd, and Yan Xiu stepped forward and pushed the door; Jiang didn't slow down and walked directly into the emergency room.

I saw a sturdy man with a bandage handcuffed to a hospital bed. It must be the stabbed security chief Diao Yong. Gou Li took two young trainee policemen to guard in the ward. Under the double attack of Diao Yong's grievance accusation and the crowd's comments that couldn't even stop the door, everyone's face was crossed with blue and red, and it was very embarrassing.

"Old Yan!"

"Brother Yan!"

Diao Yong looked at Yan Xiu and knew that the leader was coming, and the volume suddenly increased: "Who didn't know that if you enter the police station, you can get out without peeling off the skin? The police can't solve the case. We have no power and power. The young people of China are guilty! You officials still don’t know how much shady there are!"

The trainee policeman said angrily: "You--"

The criminal police yelled to evacuate the people in the corridor, and wanted to close the door of the emergency room. Unconsciously, Jiang Ting said to Yan Xiu: "Let them leave the door open."

Yan Xiu asked in a low voice: "Are you sure you can hold it?"

Jiang stopped and nodded.

Yan Xi winked at his men and motioned for the two detectives to guard at the door.

Now the onlookers were all excited, and they craned their necks to look in. "Are the police arresting people?" and "Is it collected?" The voices of "have the police arrested people" and "had you collected the money" were even more eloquent.

Diao Yong slammed his handcuffs, blushed and his neck was rough, and he could not see that he was a patient who had been stunned by a flashlight for several hours: "I am a witness, I am innocent! Don't catch the thief, hurry up. Back to the control of chemical materials, what is it to keep me here?!"

Jiang Ting ordered: "Let him loose the handcuffs."

All the policemen were stunned, the trainee police almost didn't say "What?"

But he looked around and found that Yan Xiu's expression was obviously tacit approval, and he could only hesitate to step forward and use the key to open Diao Yong's handcuffs.

"Diao Yong?" Jiang Ting confirmed.

Diao Yong rubbed his hands and replied angrily: "Yes! I said you police..."

"I think you screamed quite powerfully just now, so I think it’s okay to stand up."

"..." Diao Yong said vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ting turned a blind eye to his attitude and said indifferently: "I read your transcript. When you patrolled the warehouse at 2:30 this morning, you found that the suspect Chu Ci was carrying out theft. You stepped forward and stopped. I was stabbed by a fruit knife during a fight, and hit the head after falling to the ground. Isn’t that true?"

Diao Yong is confident: "Yes! How did I think he was so neat with a knife?"

"What kind of tool is it, how long is it approximately, and is there any curvature on the blade?"

"Just... ordinary fruit knife, quite small." Diao Yong reached out his hand and gestured, "It's so long, no arc."

Jiang Ting smoothly picked up the ballpoint pen left by the doctor on duty at the bedside: "Probably similar to this?"

Diao Yong nodded without hesitation.

"Then if I ask Mr. Diao to repeat the situation at the time of the crime, it should be okay?"

Diao Yong swallowed and said, "Of course, of course it's okay!"

Jiang Ting waved to Han Xiaomei with several policemen behind: "You come."

"Huh?" Han Xiaomei was a little startled, and hesitantly stepped forward to take the pen.

Diao Yong, supported by the trainee police, got up from the hospital bed and stood opposite Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting stood beside with arms folded and asked: "How far was the suspect from you at that time, and that distance?"

The difference between Jiang Ting and Interpol is that his voice is lighter, heavier, and slightly hoarse, which is a sign of poor health. But every word is very clear, so that it sounds, there is a kind of calm aura that makes people difficult to describe.

Diao Yong looked up and hummed: "The difference... almost."

"What did you do then?"

"I walked over and asked who was there. He heard the sound and immediately stood up and turned off the flashlight. I...I knew that I was not a good person, and I was a little scared in my heart. Pain..."

Diao Yong leaned slightly, opened his arms, and rushed towards Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting asked: "How did the suspect stabbed you, can you describe to our policewoman?"

Diao Yong’s ribs were still bandaged. Han Xiaomei didn’t dare to poke him, so she imitated the posture described by Diao Yong, and flicked the ballpoint pen from top to bottom, and the nib stopped at the stabbed part. Above.

"Keep this posture and don't move, what about criminal cameras?" Jiang Ting pointed to: "Taking pictures."

The technicians that Gou Li brought to take photos of criminals and assist in the identification of injuries hurried forward and took pictures of the gestures of Diao Yong and Han Xiaomei at the moment.

The unstoppable discussion in the hallway was raging, Gou Li moved a few steps, leaning close to Yan Xiu, and asked softly: "Are you sure your friend can hold it? It will be too much to talk about later. It’s an egg, we might be beaten to death by angry people..."

Yan Xiu didn't answer.

Gou Li looked up, and unexpectedly found Yan Xiu staring at Jiang Ting, his eyes gleaming with indescribable light.

"Old Yan?"

"He's right." Yan Xiu said in a low voice, "We didn't even think about such a simple truth."

Gou Li: "???"

Diao Yong was wounded after all, and was a little tired to maintain this position. He asked Jiang Ting impatiently, "Is it all right now, what else is dissatisfied with your police?"

"Not in a hurry." Jiang Ting said plainly, turning around to ask Gouli: "--How tall is Chu Ci?"

On this sentence, Goulitaigu gave an initiation, and instantly understood everything!

"It's inferior to you-almost!" Gou Li almost stammered: "Yes, half a head taller than Han Xiaomei!"

Jiang stopped and took the pen. Following the posture of Han Xiaomei, the tip of the pen went from top to bottom. However, it did not stop right in front of the bandage as Han Xiaomei did just now. Instead, it stopped on Diao Yong’s chest. .

"The wound is triangular, the spine of the knife is up, and the blade is down, so the posture of holding the knife must not be a backhand. You said that Chuci stood up and then stabbed, then I want to know that he is half a head taller than the policewoman. Chu Ci, how did you stab the forehand in such a low position with a standing posture? Did you grow twenty centimeters taller out of thin air?"

Diao Yong's face turned pale instantly!

Jiang Ting turned around and threw the pen casually, only to hear Diao Yong trembling behind him: "I, I remembered wrong! He didn't stand up all the time. It happened so fast that I didn't think clearly when I made the transcript. !......"

"Then there are too many places that you didn't think clearly." Jiang Ting interrupted him, and said: "You said that Chu Ci turned off the flashlight when he heard the sound. The scene was very dark at the time; how do you see clearly? The murder weapon is an ordinary fruit knife, about the same length as a ballpoint pen, and the blade has almost no curvature?"

"...!"

Diao Yong was completely soft, tremblingly stepped forward, and was immediately rushed by a few young and energetic interns and fell to the ground.

"You must be mistaken, I did not lie! Wait, I am injured, I can apply for medical parole!..."

Diao Yong was still struggling violently while being pressed by several policemen. The blood penetrated the bandage and looked terrifying. But Jiang Ting was unmoved and wrote lightly: "Take it away, he can't die."

"After we go out, we will leave two people here to check their phones, let the onlookers delete all photos and videos, let alone upload them to the Internet." Yan Xiu whispered to his subordinates, turned to Jiang Ting, and laughed jokingly. : "Yes, Yuanfang."

Jiang Ting moved his shoulders and ignored them.

Yan Xi asked behind him: "But the premise of your inferences is that Diao Yong really didn't think about the testimony. If he is a little smarter and has prepared his rhetoric in advance, how can he find the doubt?"

"There is no foolproof perjury in this world, there are only criminal investigators who are not thorough enough." Jiang Ting walked through the corridor, turning a deaf ear to countless eyes from all directions. The haze mask made his voice sound calm and a little dull: "Diao The damage on Yong's head is relatively large. Even if it is caused by a flashlight, it is a traditional household large-caliber aluminum alloy flashlight. Chu Ci smuggled chemical materials into the warehouse. It was inconvenient to get such a large flashlight. This is a doubt. In addition, no one can roar so vigorously after being in a coma for a few hours, so the depth of the wound must be false, and the edges of the wound may be hard-ground out-of course, after the forensic doctor completes the injury identification, it can also be found out. But it will be half a day to a day later."

They walked into the elevator, and at the far end of the corridor, the detectives escorted Diao Yong out of the emergency room, struggling angrily.

"The delay of half a day might have delayed the life of the kidnapped." Yan Xi murmured.

Jiang Ting said "Uh-huh".

The elevator closed slowly and the door went down. Yan Xiu suddenly said: "I just heard someone applauding outside."

"..."

"It should be for you," Yan Xiu smiled to Jiang.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ting stood beside him with no expression on his face. He was indifferent enough to describe it with indifference: "So what?"

"At least the next time someone scolds the police for arresting people and commits crimes..."

"The crowd of onlookers who can scold you like this will not last more than five seconds even if they are moved." Jiang Ting said lightly, "Go back to the city bureau, I'm going to stay up tonight again."

Yan Xiu sighed in a low voice: "Yes."

The elevator reached the first floor, the door slowly opened, the wind entered, and the two walked out side by side.