Breaking Through the Clouds: 62.Chapter 62

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Jiang stopped his head with a thump, his black hair was rubbed on the door panel, and his eyes were filled with shock that was too late to conceal, but Yan Xi's lips and tongue with the smell of tobacco had already filled his mouth and swept the upper jaw and the bottom of his tongue.

This is indeed too sudden, completely contrary to what Jiang Ting had originally imagined, so that his mind was blank, and he subconsciously reached out to push, and Yan Xi grabbed his arm and pressed it behind the door. During the hastily struggling, the door panel made a few more bangs, and then it was rubbed against the back of the clothes. It sounded particularly obvious in the bloodshot ear drums.

... will be heard by the people in the hallway, there is only one thought in his mind.

Only then did he vaguely feel the strangeness, as if it should have been tit-for-tat, but the kiss was soft, thick and hot, and the nerve touch caused a slight tingling of the brain and spine.

Too unreal.

It's ridiculously dizzy.

Jiang Ting's nails were pinched into his palms, and he didn't feel it at first. The tingling was submerged in the enthusiasm of being kissed. After a few seconds or even longer, he trembled and forcibly pulled out his hand, hard. Yan Xiu pushed out half a step.

The surroundings were frozen and quiet, and the walking and talking of the nurses in the corridor in the distance were vaguely heard, contrasting the two people's gasping and breathing unusually clear.

"..." Yan Xiu stopped the ups and downs of his chest, stood up slowly according to the position of the incision in his abdomen, and asked: "How is it?"

Jiang Ting's thumb tightly pinched the inner knuckle of the **** to make a more normal tone: "What is it, do you want me to praise you?!"

Although he tried to flatten his voice, the sound of the last word still rose too much, even Yan Xiu could hear it.

But Yan Xiu did not smile, nor did he have any complacency, dissatisfaction, or other mood swings.

"I'm not worthy of your affirmation?" he asked rhetorically.

——All the trust mixed with temptation, the hidden contradictory cooperation, the unreserved help in times of crisis, and the protection of life in times of distress, are these not worthy of affirmation?

"...What I said to Li Yuxin was indeed a lie to her." After a long time, Jiang Ting said coldly, "The king of spades is a drug lord, and I am a policeman. No matter what I do, there can be no betrayal. What if Your mind is taken away by a psychopath, and you will soon feel that everyone around you may be a traitor."

He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and slightly lifted his chin to Xiang Yan Xiu: "You are in your thirties, calm down and think clearly, don't play with your own life."

Boom!

The door opened and closed, and Jiang Ting's footsteps gradually disappeared in the distance of the corridor.

Yan Xiu stepped back slowly, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, put his fingers in his hair and rubbed it hard, then suddenly took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, and picked up the new phone and opened the card.

"Hey, Dad." Yan Xiu paused and said, "I have something to do in Jiangyang County. Please call a cart to pick me up and return to Jianning immediately."

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Jiang Ting opened the passenger door, got in, and buckled his seat belt heavily.

"Let's go."

Yang Mei was sitting in the driver's seat, probably really anxious all the way, she didn't even have time to put on her life-like makeup: "Brother Jiang..."

"It's okay," Jiang Ting said, "I am not the idiot who was shot into the operating room."

However, Yang Mei’s worries did not alleviate as a result. On the contrary, it became even stronger: “Brother Jiang, if it’s not possible, just don’t follow this case. Where can we hide in such a big China? First, the hospital, this time, even sitting down. He dared to do it in the police car, that person is almost, almost..."

"You said the king of spades?"

Suddenly hearing the name in broad daylight, Yang Mei was stunned for a moment, and then Sen Han jumped up from her spine, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

"He was not the one who did it." Jiang Ting ignored Yang Mei's coldness and said, "But it is rare that he left a flaw in this case, so he must chase it down."

"...what...what flaw?"

Jiang Ting did not answer her right away, but took out sunglasses and masks from the glove box, put them on, then tilted the seat back, adjusted to an angle that would not be photographed by the surveillance camera when going up to the high speed. .

"Let’s drive," he said, "I’ll sleep first and call me when I change hands."

Yang Mei knew that dissuasion was useless, so she glanced at him worriedly, but saw Jiang Ting suddenly rubbed the mask on her face with her knuckles for some reason, and then put her hand back to her side.

Yang Mei couldn't help but glanced strangely.

——The subtle movement looks as if he subconsciously touched his lips.

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KTV in the Palace of the Night

The last time the car stopped at the back door, it was when I was just discharged from the hospital. When Jiang Ting got out of the car door, he glanced at the far laneway, but under the street lamp, there was no such young boy carrying a schoolbag and wearing a blue shirt. He was guilty and panicked to avoid him.

He retracted his gaze.

"You don't need to ask the kitchen to cook," Jiang stopped before Yang Mei spoke and blocked her: "I'll go up and see something."

The pink girl's heart that Yang Mei finally mentioned was poured down by a scoop of cold water.

Jiang stopped closed the door and turned on the lamp.

The suite upstairs in KTV is different from the last time he left in a hurry. The bedding and bedspreads are replaced with clean and fresh ones, half of the water is poured out and the potted plants are poured, and the glass is washed transparent and shiny. , Neatly arranged on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Sura----

Jiang Ting closed the curtains, unbuttoned one by one, threw his shirt on the bed with his backhand, and walked into the bathroom.

The shower sprayed warm water, and the heat quickly evaporated up. Jiang Ting closed his eyes.

For a while, he felt that the most comfortable way to say goodbye to this world was to drown in warm water, ignorantly and quietly, as if returning to the womb of his mother who had long lost his face. But when he was strapped to his seat belt and sank into the river, the thought in his head was, how can I die?

He would never tell Yan Xi that he was actually awake for the first few seconds when the flooded car door was opened for the first time.

He could feel Yan Xiu being dragged out, and the little girl beside him was also rescued; the carriage swirled slowly and sank to the bottom of the river, not surprisingly he was alone in the back seat. , Throwing into death's icy embrace.

This is the end, he thought at the time.

But he didn't expect that the car door would be opened again under the huge water pressure. He stretched out the hand that had appeared in the dream to reality, pulled him tightly, and dragged him to the other side of life.

Jiang Ting took a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the vague mirror on the opposite side and wiped off the vapor.

The person in the mirror looks younger than they actually are, but not too young. At least the corners of the eyes have traces left by the years, but because they rarely smile, the sides of the lips are abnormally flat, and there is no The nasolabial folds that people of his age are used to.

Since he was a child, his complexion was paler than other children. After three years on the hospital bed, his complexion became paler and less vibrant, and his eyes became a bit too sharp and black. In the few years after I graduated from the National University, my body was relatively healthy and slender, and now it is ruined. If I don't try my best to straighten my back and raise my head, I feel a little weak.

——It's not the pitiful weakness, but the old scars on one side, and the alienation and indifference that makes people want to stay away when they see it.

Jiang Ting frowned and stared at the mirror, even he didn't think he looked very good. Not to mention comparing with pretty girls, even standing with a young and energetic little boy, it looks extraordinarily unlovable.

So the rich second-generation criminal investigation squad leader with the surname is not only stupid, but also a bit blind.

Jiang Ting laughed mockingly, splashed water on the mirror, and the unlovable figure was suddenly distorted in the water trails.

After a while, he walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe, wiped his dripping hair casually, pulled out the whiteboard from behind the door, then opened a safe welded on the wall under the bedside desk, and took out a few Kraft paper bags tied only with thread.

In the paper bag are countless notes, old newspapers, dozens of photos, etc., scattered all over the table.

Jiang Ting drew a yellowed **** ace playing card, nailed it to the center of the whiteboard with a magnet, and then drew a marker pen to draw two left and right arrows around it. The arrow on the left points to the Gongzhou Anti-drug Corps, and then another arrow is divided to write: Hu Weisheng.

The arrow on the right points to a question mark, and the left and right are separated under the question mark, which are written as Fan Zhengyuan and Jiangyang County respectively.

He added fragments of key information beside each arrow, and then stepped back to examine the whiteboard. After a while, he picked up the pen again and wrote two side-by-side phrases in the blank space:

Kidnapping and execution

He pointed "Execution" to the king of spades, while "Kidnapping" hesitated for a few seconds, and pointed to the question mark.

Only a table lamp was on in the suite, and most of the space, such as the bed and wardrobe, was hidden in the shadows. Only this square inch of the ground was shrouded in a warm orange halo. Jiang Ting held the pen with his hand on his lips, and subconsciously bit his thumb, his gaze swept over the densely written notes and familiar photos of police portraits on the desk.

Countless fragmentary clues flashed erratic light and shadow in front of my eyes, and finally fixed on a distant and unclear detail.

——An empty mineral water bottle.

Ma Xiang said: "The fingerprints on the bottle body and the DNA on the bottle mouth are the same, and only Shen Xiaoqi has touched it..."

The reason why this water bottle appeared at the scene was whether it was not taken away by mistake or was deliberately dropped. This is not yet known for the time being. But the water bottle itself exposed a sensitive and subtle hint, enough to make Jiang Ting grasp a crucial doubt-why is it so important for "that person" to repeat the past?

A person who repeatedly goes to the theater to watch a certain performance may be because he likes the content of the performance and is emotionally touched or resonant.

But if he walks into the backstage from the auditorium, writes the script himself, repeatedly induces, and even forces the actor to re-interpret his script over and over again, then it can only show that he is dissatisfied with the original script.

He was dissatisfied, but he couldn't go back to the plot of the past that had already ended. The regret and unwillingness gradually fermented into paranoia over time, and finally developed into today's cruel and treacherous chain of kidnappings.

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes.

The most terrifying criminals are not naturally anti-social, revenge-type homicides or high-IQ professionals, but know that they are extremely distorted, and can control and enjoy it well, thus exerting extremely high criminal talents. People. This kind of person is usually a bit similar to the description of cold-blooded mental patients in psychology. While lacking the ability to feel normal emotions, they are extremely good at "imitating" emotions and using the feelings of others; therefore, although most of their emotional performance is not sent From the heart, but it is often difficult to see through its hypocrisy, and at the same time, it avoids the various psychological weaknesses of normal people because of their feelings.

The king of spades is a typical example of this, and even more cold and difficult to deal with because of the unique growth environment.

A slight icy arc suddenly appeared at the corner of Jiang Ting's lips.

When he just woke up from a coma, because of the extremely poor physical and mental state, the mentality was difficult to adjust, and he had the idea that he would never be able to deal with the king of spades in his life. But the appearance of this empty mineral water bottle seemed to give him a glimmer of opportunity from the desperate situation.

——The person's pursuit of **** punishment reveals a strong and paranoid feeling, and feelings are bound to cause psychological weakness.

In other words, the opponent is not invulnerable.

But how do you start?

Quietly in the room, Jiang Ting removed the cap of the pen, and just about to write something on the whiteboard, suddenly he only heard the sound from the glass window:

Boom boom boom.

He snapped his head back.

Boom!

Someone is knocking on the window?

Jiang Ting was stunned, and immediately put the documents and photos on the desktop into the safe and locked it, and erased the words on the whiteboard a few times, and almost cleaned the beginning and the end before walking to the window with **** I opened the curtain a little, and then it was sturdy and stunned:

"You..."

Yan Xi is the one holding the drain pipe outside the window!

In an instant Jiang Ting thought he had a problem with his eyes, but immediately after Yan Xi knocked on the window for the third time, his expression was a bit painful, which meant that he would let me in quickly and couldn't hold it!

Jiang Ting: "..."

Jiang Ting opened the window and grabbed his hand. Yan Xi took advantage of his strength to climb onto the window sill, and jumped into the room "hey".

"This is the third floor!" Jiang Ting got up and furious.

Yan Xiu hissed his abdomen, "I drove the car for four or five hours..."

Who are you lying to? To what extent does your family go bankrupt to not be able to afford the hundreds of dollars for that chartered car? !

But then Yan Xiu sent Jiang Ting's angrily back. He said: "I'm just like coming over to say sorry to you. I shouldn't test you so much today. I did this wrong."

"..."

"I've figured it out clearly." Yan Xiu looked at him and said in a low voice: "I can't wait anymore after I think it through. I can't wait for a moment. I really want to come and see you."