Breaking Through the Clouds: 30.Chapter 30

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The dark night was torn apart by the whip of light, and the world was white in an instant, and then it sank again into the abyss of invisible fingers.

With a soft bang, Han Xiaomei put the key in the crystal flowerpot in the hallway, turning her head timidly:

"Then...Mr. Lu, I'll order a takeaway for you, and then I'll go back to the scene?"

The storm hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, crackling like hail. An orange vertical light was on in the corner of the living room. Jiang parked on the sofa and looked at the monitoring records through Yan Xi's work computer, holding a pen in one hand and pressing the pause button in the other.

"Mr. Lu?"

"Huh?" Jiang Ting reacted and said, "What kind of takeaway is called at this late. It's too rainy, so don't go out. It is not safe to drive."

Han Xiaomei struggled fiercely for a while, "...I'll go."

Jiang Ting thought she was going to say that the missing person had not been rescued or that her colleagues were staying at the scene in the rain. Who knew her next sentence was: "My internship report has not had time for Deputy Yan to sign it. ."

Jiang Ting laughed dumbly and waved at her without looking up.

Although Fan Si and Hu Weisheng were killed, and the ghostly blue package of drugs was also snatched away, leaving the police with no trace, but the 502nd case is far from exhausted. Point.

The police have Ah Zong and his Ma Zai, the important drug transit point of Sanchun Huashi, and Diao Yong, who is detained in the city bureau. As long as there is enough time, he can always pry Get something out.

But now that Chu Ci is in the hands of drug dealers, life and death are unknown. What the police need most is time.

Jiang Ting clicked on the surveillance video of the chemical plant at the time of yesterday's case for the countless times, and was lost in thought.

At 3:06 in the morning, a red Camry that blocked the front and rear license plates with mud drove out of the warehouse. Because of the power outage monitoring coverage, I don’t know when the car came in. I only know that it passed through the chemical industry. The south gate of the factory went up to the Third Ring Road, and then drove southeast.

The car windows are covered with a single-sided visible dark film, and the rear windows of the car are blocked by a cloth from the inside. Even the high-resolution images are difficult to see inside the car; the driving direction of the car is cleverly avoided. In some surveillance cameras, the driver seems to be wearing a mask or a mask to cover his face.

However, Jiang Ting thought: Considering that the driver is very familiar with the internal monitoring location of the chemical plant, driving at night without looking at the rear-view mirror, and the female kidnapper alone is difficult to completely control Chu Ci, the possibility that the driver is a male accomplice great.

The red Camry, because of the large discounts after it went on the market in the past few years, not to mention tens of thousands, at least thousands of vehicles in Jianning City. Moreover, the inter-provincial highway leads to Gongzhou. If the car is from Gongzhou, the screening range will be doubled.

The sea of ​​cars is vast, and without a clue, it is impossible to lock this red Camry without a license plate.

What should I do?

Jiang Ting kept clicking the pause button, examining the picture almost frame by frame. Lightning and monitoring fluorescence outside the window were reflected in the depths of his pupils. Suddenly he paused with his fingers, and saw that after a fleeting moment was fixed on the screen, through the double reflection of the street lamp and the turning sign, the bottom of the last three digits of the rear license plate could be vaguely seen.

Jiang Ting’s brain is running fast—the third last digit is 7, and the last two digits are the letters O, C, S, U, G, J, or the numbers 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 0, The above twelve digits can be randomly sorted to 144 combinations.

But not enough. In addition to the province and area code, the license plate has five digits. The first two digits are unknown. These 144 possibilities alone cannot be inferred, not to mention that the third place from the bottom is indeed 7 because of the poor visual conditions.

Jiang Ting leaned back into the cushion of the sofa and tapped his palm with a pen.

There must be other clues, he thought.

There are clues to many things in this world. Investigators need to use observation, experience, professional knowledge and even intuitive guesses to grasp these connections that are hard to see with the naked eye, and then derive clues before and after.

Red Toyota Camry.

Camry...

"Mr. Lu."

Jiang Ting raised his head unconsciously, and saw that Han Xiaomei hadn't left yet. The girl was also hard-hearted. Yan Xiu asked her to boil some hot water. She really boiled the hot water. She gently placed a cup of freshly brewed black tea in front of him, straightened up and said cautiously: "You can drink some hot water. , Rest early, I'm leaving."

Jiang Ting suddenly said: "Wait."

Han Xiaomei stopped and only listened to him asking: "This color is not burgundy but a red car, or are women buying more cars?"

"Huh? Shouldn't it, my car is also red."

Jiang Ting stared straight at Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting's face is really young, and his facial features are naturally unusual. When looking at people this way, although his expression is cold and not emotional, he often gives people a feeling of shock.

Han Xiaomei heard her voice trembling as soon as she spoke: "Mr. Lu Lulu..."

Jiang stopped turning a deaf ear and murmured: "Hu Weisheng also drove a Camry, the deck, the license plate number is--"

"Build A6U799!" Han Xiaomei always remembers the information involved in the case very firmly.

Jiang Ting nodded, and suddenly asked, "You girls, don't you all value the sense of ritual?"

Han Xiaomei: "...Huh?"

·

The heavy rain showed no signs of abating, and on the highway in the distance, the vehicles splashed and whizzed away, leaving only the distant and ethereal yellow taillights.

"I was scared to death! I just picked up a few bones on the back slope!" Ma Xiang stepped on the muddy water and exclaimed angrily, "Old Gaofei, I said it was a human arm!"

Gao Panqing held a flashlight, brushed the dripping hair over his head, and laughed: "Your own business is not enough. Who has that arm? That's a dog!"

The detectives were having fun in the midst of hardship, searching every inch of the land in the wasteland, drenched and joking with each other. Only Yan Xiu was dull and kept away from the crowd alone, shooting the muddy ground with a flashlight near the highway guardrail.

"Old Yan," Huang Xing walked with his wet rubber shoes and said hoarsely: "Footprints have been extracted."

Yan Xiu didn't look up: "Huh?"

"The rain damaged the scene very badly, and it was difficult to model. The specific situation must be returned to the bureau for analysis. At present, the preliminary analysis shows that there are three or four different sets of footprints on the scene. It is certain that there are no women, but it is impossible to tell for a while. There is no Chuci."

Yan Xiu said: "In other words, in the best case, besides Diao Yong and the woman, there are at least two kidnappers?"

Huang Xing nodded.

Yan Xiu didn't say a word, holding the flashlight and continued walking forward. Huang Xing followed him, and saw that his whole body was splashed with mud on his back. It was not long before he heard his deep voice: "...the big case."

"You can take a break, too," Huang Xing suddenly felt a little unbearable. "Hey, I asked Lao Zhang and the others to buy supper. You will also have some snacks when you come back and take a breath."

Yan Xiu is noncommittal.

Yan Xi's size is too high. After putting on the police raincoat, an ankle is still exposed, his shoes and trousers are filled with mud, and he makes a creaking water every step of the way. He walked through the grassy slopes of water and came to the highway guardrail, his eyes fell on the dark shadow that was swaying with the heavy rain in the distance-it was a lush bush.

For some reason, his heart moved slightly, holding the flashlight and walking forward.

Huang Xing: "?"

Director Huang didn't know, so he followed Yan Xiu and got farther and farther away from the search range until the two stood beside the bushes.

"What's wrong, Lao Yan, can I let people search?"

"..."

Yan Xi squinted his eyes, his pupils were almost compressed into a line, and they looked a little somber and sharp.

"Look at the bushes on the south side," he suddenly said, "Is it a bit shorter than the ones on the north side?"

——The growth of plants on the Chaoyang side cannot be lower and sparser than that on the Shady side, Huang Xing was taken aback!

"Mark inspection! Come over for a few mark inspections!" Huang Xing lost his voice: "Quickly, circle this piece of grass!!"

·

"Yes! Director Huang!" Half an hour later, the detective who was kneeling among the bushes raised his head and exclaimed excitedly in the countless anticipated sights around him: "The bushes appear to be overwhelmed and broken, and there are leaves. It was crushed, the fragments spread around and half a footprint was extracted. It is confirmed that someone has stepped on it, and there should be a fight!"

Many people mentioned that the heart of the throat fell back into the chest cavity in an instant, and Yan Xi sternly asked: "How about the luminol reaction?!"

The criminal police said concisely: "There is blood!"

If there is blood, there is DNA, and if there is a fight, it means that at least Chu Ci was still alive when he abandoned the car!

The hard work in the middle of the night finally paid off, and it was released from the tight bones in one breath, and many people fell to the mud on the spot regardless of their image.

Yan Xi put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood upright by the bushes, and said in a deep voice: "Extract blood stains for DNA comparison, do it now!"

The trouser pocket vibrated and the phone rang.

Yan Xi took out his cell phone and glanced at the number, and the caller ID showed "the last name of Lu"——Jiang Ting.

"This man, how come his nose is better than anything else." Yan Xiu laughed. He didn't even hear the lightness in his tone, and answered the phone: "Hello? I can tell you, just now..."

Jiang Ting's voice rang in the phone: "I have a guess, it may take you a little time."

"What?" As soon as Yan Xi's voice fell, his cell phone shook, showing that he had received an unread text message from "Luxury".

"Build A6U789, build A6U766, build A9U766...what do you mean by sending me these?" Yan Xiu asked suspiciously, "Building A6U799 is Hu Weisheng applying the license plate number of a white Reiz. What's wrong?"

Jiang stopped standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, behind the living room was the warm and clean orange light, and the ink-like dark night was separated by a layer of glass, which outlined the outline of his side face, and his brows were tightly frowned with a deep line:

"The decks are usually car license plates of the same manufacturer, color, and model. Why does Hu Weisheng take a certain degree of risk when opening a Camry to use Reiz? Although they are also of the same color and similar in appearance, they are not It is in line with the behavioral habits of a person who has been selling fake drugs and suspected of drug trafficking for many years."

Yan Xi was stunned for a while.

"Hu Weisheng refused to tell his girlfriend during the interrogation. It can be seen that the female kidnapper is very important to him." Jiang Ting said solemnly, "So is it possible that she once asked Hu Weisheng to use a couple's car number with herself? ?"

·

Jiang Ting hung up the phone and stood in front of the window for a long time.

Han Xiaomei has already left, and the dark night is still full of wind and rain, and the city under her feet is shining with a vast sea of ​​lights. There are laughter and steaming heat from the window lattices of the thousands of households. They don’t know that in many corners that cannot be penetrated by light, there are disgusting crimes being staged, and countless people are running all night to stop crime. .

The heavy rain whipped the floor-to-ceiling windows frantically. Jiang Ting hugged his arms and took a step back.

This action subconsciously seems to be seeking a kind of hypocritical security from the quiet, brand-new, beautifully decorated apartment behind him, but the place is empty and silent, with only a trace of indescribable aura lingering in the void, that’s here. The host hurriedly left when he came last time.

Fortitude, straightforwardness, warmth, even a little hot.

Jiang Ting shuddered slightly, as if waking up from an unrealistic dream, suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of the window again.

The phone rang again, Jiang Ting picked up: "Hello, Yan Xiu?"

"Build A9U766!" Yan Xiu's voice was very clear in the rain. He might be shouting into the phone: "The owner is Liu Wanqiu, 27 years old. Guess who she is?!"

Jiang Ting said: "I can't guess, but your people must be on their way to find her."

Yan Xi laughed loudly: "Ding Jiawang's wife's niece!"

Jiang stopped smiling.

"We extracted the DNA of at least one suspect from the scene. Online DNA searches revealed that this person was named Chi Rui. He was imprisoned for illegal gun manufacturing ten years ago. It is currently unclear whether it is related to the black gun held by Fan Zhengyuan. , We are on the way to arrest.” Yan Xi paused, meaningfully said: “You stay at home, until this case is over, unless I send someone to pick you up, don’t mess around. Up."

Who sent Fan Zhengyuan, why he targeted Jiang Ting, and whether he was in contact with the person who held Chu Ci is still uncertain until the case becomes clear. The secret hidden behind Jiang Ting is like a bottomless black hole. I don't know how many "Fan Zhengyuan" are still hidden.

Jiang stopped and hung up the phone, took a long sigh of relief, and finally felt a little relaxed.

The Pu-erh tea that Han Xiaomei made before leaving was cold, Jiang Ting didn't care, took a sip, and just touched her tongue: "Puff--"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Jiang Ting almost didn't choke his back, staring in horror at the white porcelain cup in his hand-it's a pity that Yan Xi couldn't appreciate what he hadn't seen on his face in decades. expression. Immediately after he put down the cup and pulled his legs into the kitchen, he saw the tea box opened by Han Xiaomei at a glance.

The tube of oily paper-wrapped tea cake was taken apart, and the top one was forcibly pried off the thumb-big gap by a knife, and rust-colored tea dregs were scattered on the snow-white marble countertop.

"..." Jiang Ting's right eyelid began to jump vigorously.

Yan Xiu hung up the phone, smacking his lips, seeming to be a little bit unconscious, suddenly raised his head and asked: "Han Xiaomei."

Ma Xiang drove in front, and Han Xiaomei, who had just hurried back to the scene, sat in the co-pilot: "Yes, Team Yan!"

"Do you think Consultant Lu is troublesome?"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

Yan Xiu fascinated: "I feel like I'll get sick at every turn, and I'm very squeamish. I don't want to eat the instant noodles for eighteen yuan a bucket. You can't stay up late with us in the rain. Are you two right?"

There was silence in the car, only listening to the big windshield wipers slapped on the windows and the jolts of driving, Ma Xiang cautiously said for a long while: "It's good for you to be happy about this kind of thing."

"Hi, I'll be serious with you..." Yan Xi was about to say something when suddenly Han Xiaomei's cell phone rang, and the caller showed Mr. Lu.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, we are on the way to arrest the suspect, I--"

Jiang Ting interrupted her with a low voice: "You opened the tube of tea cakes at Yan Xiu's house?"

"?" Han Xiaomei: "Yes."

From the ringing on the phone, I guessed what Jiang Ting seemed to have swallowed abruptly. He asked, "Why did you take this bag?"

"Hey, who doesn’t know that Mr. Yan’s items are expensive, and I dare not open those boxes of luxuriously packed tea leaves. What’s the matter, Mr. Lu, is it moldy? I felt that tea cakes were strange when I first made them. It’s weird, it seems that it’s been left for a long time, but it smells good..."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and Jiang Ting said: "Give the phone to Yan Xi."

Yan Xi thought that Jiang Ting was just calling to ask if Han Xiaomei had returned to the scene safely. He was sitting behind using a walkie-talkie to contact the command center. Suddenly saw the mobile phone being handed to him, he picked it up inexplicably: "Hey, What's wrong with the police flower?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

Yan Xiu: "???"

Jiang Ting’s voice sounded very calm, and it was a little bit wrong: "I’ll assume a situation first. If someone drank your most expensive collection and it’s worthless now, what do you plan to do? Like?"

Yan Xiu was shocked: "Impossible, the HSBC safe lost the bottle of whiskey that my house was photographed?!"

"..." Jiang Ting said, "I mean the 1921 old Tongxing tea cake."

"Oh that," Yan Xiu finally relaxed: "That was taken by my mother, saying that when I get married, I will use it to make tea for my daughter-in-law-why, who wants to drink it? Haha, I can say in advance , Whoever drinks it must be my daughter-in-law, cook for me, massage and wash my socks, hahaha——"

Jiang Ting: "!"

Han Xiaomei in the front row: "!!!"

Hazi froze in the air, Yan Xiu finally realized something was wrong: "Why, really drank it?"

Han Xiaomei's whole body trembled like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. At this time, her reaction was slower than Jiang Ting, who had experienced many battles. I don't know how many dimensions. She just listened to the phone and made a decisive decision, saying, "Han Xiaomei drank it."

Han Xiaomei: "No, no, no, it's me, me, me, me..."

Yan Xiu fell into a strange silence.

Ma Xiang took a careful look in the rearview mirror and found that his boss’s expression was strange: it can’t be said to be angry or painful, and it seems that he didn’t mean to jump up and make trouble. It feels like faintly expecting something, but suddenly it's in vain.

"Oh, forget what Han Xiaomei said." Yan Xiu said slowly, "Be careful next time."

Yan Xi hung up the phone, seemingly unsatisfied, scratching his ears, holding his arms, and leaning on the back seat with the noisy walkie-talkie.

Han Xiaomei didn't dare to speak, Ma Xiang was also sitting tightly and staring at the long rainy night ahead. After several minutes, Yan Xiu suddenly uttered a sentence:

"Doing things is frizzy! How did Lao Gao take you? Go back and write a check!!"

Han Xiaomei wants to cry without tears: "Yes, yes..."

Cherokee split through the wind and waves, dotted with several red and blue police cars, and drove along Provincial Highway 635 towards Jianning City in the distance.