Breaking Through the Clouds: 6.Chapter 6

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"Do you believe him?" Qin Chuan asked distrustfully.

Yan Xiu's ten fingers exchanged regularly, and said slowly: "Technical investigation is resuming surveillance video. If you can find an alibi, I believe him."

The deputy branch office was full of the smell of instant noodles and cigarettes mixed overnight, and there were voices outside the door, and the police who did not stay up late came to work one after another.

"But it’s too ridiculous, old Yan. Feng Yuguang’s dean and mentor said that he had poor grades and that he could finish his graduation thesis and thank God, but Chuci said that he was dragging himself to bet for the exam, and Doing the subject? Feng Yuguang chasing dramas and playing games every day is not a person who is fascinated by academics. And you listen to Chu Ci's confession, I don't believe you can't tell him that he is not telling the truth, this kid definitely concealed a lot of things!"

Yan Xiu raised an index finger, reached to Qin Chuan’s nose, and shook it:

"I reserve my opinion on the first half of your sentence, and only agree with the second half."

"——He did hide some things."

Half an hour ago, the interrogation room.

"He made a bet on Cobb."

"What?"

"He bet that he will be able to take the exam," Chu Ci said helplessly: "I don't know what gives him such confidence, maybe it is the final result that miraculously flies at low altitude every time."

Yan Xiu and the detective in charge of the record looked at each other, and they were both very surprised. Then he turned to Chu Ci: "——How did you talk about this topic?"

"When I walked in, he was reading a book, and he didn’t understand an experiment, so he asked me if I could explain it. The relationship between me and him was not so bad that I couldn’t even speak, so I talked about it. For about twenty minutes, there are still a few points that he didn’t understand. I’ll just go here today. Anyway, those are extra-curricular extensions, and it doesn’t matter much to him if he doesn’t understand them."

"Then he was anxious, let me not look down on people too much, saying that I am no worse than anyone else. If I want to take the exam, I will definitely be able to pass the exam." Chu Ci explained: "In fact, I didn't mean to look down on him. ."

Yan Xiuxin said that we all understand that the natural discrimination of scumbags is often unaware of the natural discrimination of scumbags. However, he was noncommittal on the surface and only asked: "So you made a bet? What is the bet?"

"Subject. If he is admitted, I will take him to do the subject."

"Then what if he fails the exam?"

Chu Ci fell silent suddenly, and after several seconds, he replied, "Lose me a dollar."

Everyone was stunned inside and outside the interrogation room.

"..." Yan Xiu confirmed: "A dollar?"

"I don't believe that he can pass the exam, and I am too lazy to get any benefits from it. But he was very emotional at the time, and I had to pull my theory, I can only send him back to the laboratory quickly." Chu Cichang After a long sigh, Xu sighed slightly this time: "If I knew that was the last time I saw him, maybe I would stay longer... at least help him explain the last few knowledge points."

There was no sound in the interrogation room. Everyone was meditating, listening to their breathing for a while.

"May I ask? Feng Yuguang...how did he die?"

Yan Xi recovered from his thoughts, "Well", and casually said: "Drugs cause hallucinations."

Chu Ci was a little surprised: "Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"It is because the case is uncertain that we need to investigate. It is inconvenient to disclose the specific details during the investigation stage. The relevant laws and regulations, you, a high-achieving student, don't need us to urge you."

"..."

Yan Xi closed his shorthand notebook, stood up and loosened his shoulders, as if suddenly remembering something: "Yes, the last question. When my colleague asked you about the luxury bag, why did you answer completely? Don’t know?"

Chu Ci had already stood up, hesitated a little when he heard the words.

"...I don't want to cause trouble."

He stopped, slightly staggered Yan Xiu's gaze, and said, "Send a bag inexplicably. It's really incomprehensible... When encountering weird things, normal people's reactions are to stay away, isn't it a police officer? "

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"It is indeed very weird, but this alone cannot conclude that Chu Ci is suspected of committing the crime."

Yan Xiu opened the window, and the morning fresh air poured in, sweeping away the various smells that had been mixed and fermented overnight in the office. Qin Chuan stood behind the desk, still a little puzzled: "How to say?"

"If I wanted to kill my roommate, I would choose a place that I was familiar with, rather than a thousand miles away from where I was unfamiliar. In fact, 90% of student injuries happen on campus. If you want to kill, it is much more convenient to cause a laboratory accident than to use scopolamine and dioxymethan|propylamine to harm people."

Qin Chuan thoughtfully.

"However," Yan Xiu said, "—— Chu Ci's confession really gave me some inspiration."

"What?"

"It's still relatively vague, I don't know how to say it. I only vaguely feel that Feng Yuguang's death may have something to do with his vow to take a test. It is also a coincidence that the monitoring of chemical companies suddenly broke down."

"But now I just want to sleep." Yan Xi turned around and stretched a long waist: "Brother Yan, handsome and charming, in order to enrich and entertain the amateur life of single young women in this city. On this long journey of blind date, we have repeatedly fought and failed repeatedly, so that we have exhausted ourselves and died, and we urgently need two hours of carefree sleep like a baby to relieve the tortured heart..."

Qin Chuan mocked: "Don't put gold on your own face, you are exhausted? You want to be beautiful."

Yan Xiu: "Strong smashing into flames, you haven't tried it?"

Qin Chuan: "………………"

"That's right," Yan Xiu suddenly remembered something, and stopped Qin Chuan who was about to go out: "You help me talk to the field team so that people will be centered on the place of the crime, and they will immediately control and control the entire city. Second-hand luxury goods store."

Qin Chuan asked: "Second-hand store?"

"Look for the back of the target who is missing a zipper wedge." Yan Xiu said, "I don't believe that a brand that is so new and highly recognizable, I don't believe it was taken home as a grocery bag."

Even in the city bureau, Yan Xiu is a rare existence-he doesn't need to rest.

He is an energetic monster who can fight for three days and two nights in a row. He is a demon who runs ten kilometers after a drug dealer without a break. He can survive more than accustomed to stealing, more active than serial killers, more durable and faster than bank robbers; with him, the leader of the detachment can finally find time to perform cardiac catheterization operations that have not had time for many years. .

Yan Xi closed the curtains, lay on the table, closed his eyes and pondered the confession. An unpredictable guess came up from the bottom of my heart, but as long as I concentrated a little bit, the inspiration was like a mischievous fish, and it quickly slipped away.

"Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"I often get together late and I usually love to play games,"

"Perhaps the result of flying miraculously at low altitude every time gave him confidence..."

……

What makes a rich second-generation who has very limited learning time can fly at low altitude every time, and what makes him confident that he will succeed in the exam?

Change to another university, it may be tricky, but Chuci's university can basically eliminate the possibility of money.

——Then, is there any connection with Feng Yuguang's death?

Yan Xi took a deep breath, knowing that he had to take time to sleep now, so he eliminated those distractions and buried his head in the dark space framed by the solid wood desk top and the arm frame.

The voice of the people outside the door gradually disappeared, and the traffic downstairs of the Criminal Investigation Detachment turned into silence; in a flash, he sank into the half-dream and half-awake deep ocean, space and time quietly recombined, turning the long forgotten subconsciousness onto the water.

He left the office in a daze and stepped into a bustling hall.

There was constant laughter in the ears, and the scrutiny was intertwined, which seemed to be an extremely festive ceremony. He stood faintly between the tables and chairs, and suddenly someone smiled behind him: "What are you running around like a fly without your head? Where are the people, why don't you go and say thank you?"

Thanks, Yan Xi thought, what thanks?

I did everything by himself today. Who do you want to thank?

But in the dream he couldn't help but walked forward swayingly wrapped in the crowd. I don't know how many people who have passed through with laughter and blurry faces, suddenly a bright light appeared in the front, and I saw a slender figure with his back facing him, leaning in front of the window, whispering something to the phone.

"Don't toast someone, Yan Xiu? After tossing for so long, if it weren't for Team Jiang, can the second-class skill win you in the end?"

"Go up, what are you doing in a daze?"

"You can't even speak, don't you usually talk about it? Why are you stupid?"

……

No, my credit is earned by myself and has nothing to do with anyone.

Why make me toast? Who do I rely on? Is there anyone else besides me who will hold back the drug dealer at the critical moment?

There seemed to be countless noises in my heart, but the reality was that Yan Xi took a step forward. He couldn't control his hands and feet, and his heavy resentment couldn't stop the invisibly greater thrust; as if to repeat a certain fact that happened, he raised his wine glass, and immediately heard his younger, slightly whistling voice say:

"That, Team Jiang..."

Then he saw the scene again.

In all dreams that seem to be true or not, only this scene is real, even so clear and vivid as if it happened yesterday.

The figure was on the phone, without turning his head, only raised his hand. The five fingers are thin and the palms face outwards, a gesture of gentle and decisive rejection.

"I see," the man said, "Go ahead."

There is no falsehood, and there is no need for flattering. All the anger and unwillingness fell into nothingness, and the psychological walls that were piled up on top of each other were instantly taken away lightly.

The weightlessness made Yan Xi feel a little at a loss for an instant.

"Go ahead," he heard the man's tone aggravate slightly.

Yan Xi didn't remember how he turned and walked away. The blood all over his head surged, but it could also be caused by alcohol. The boiling anger that had been forcibly suppressed when he arrived suddenly disappeared, and the release of the pressure made the soles of his feet flutter, muddled, and the roots of his tongue were filled with unspeakable bitterness and numbness.

But he should be happy.

He "proved" himself, although the enemy didn't care much, and he didn't even need to make any resistance.

Yan Xi walked through the hall with loud voices and through the tortuous corridors. He deposited the blood and tears of more than ten years of criminal police career in his heart, and left the hard work and ups and downs of five years of deputy branch behind him.

He walked to this familiar office, put his head on his arm, and fell into a short and hasty deep sleep.

jingling bell bell----

Yan Xiu was awakened by a violent spirit, and saw the phone on the desk ringing wildly, and subconsciously answered, "Hello?"

His mind is not very clear, but Ma Xiang's loud voice rang: "Brother Yan! The case center received an alarm call, and the logistics has been transferred directly to you!"

"What kind of report?" Yan Xiu was still a little bit muddled, "Who called the police?"

In the next second, Ma Xiang expelled his last trace of sleepiness completely.

"Lu Chengjiang," Ma Xiang said, "it's the gentleman at the 50th frozen corpse case, in a wheelchair—remember? He called the police, and the logistics found it was urgent, so let's hurry and go there. ."