Breaking Through the Clouds: 75.Chapter 75
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Teng Wenyan, female, 16 years old, primary school education, shampoo girl in a third-rate beauty salon in Lingzhou City, S Province.
In such a big city, I don’t know how many companies have no license, no license, no qualifications, and a few shampoos and two massage beds can dare to claim to be a beauty salon with small workshops open in the streets and alleys, and how many are drifting outside. The young man without roots and foundations, carrying his bags, hurried to and fro between the stations. In the low-end group with frequent movement, it is normal to have a missing girl, and it is impossible to attract the attention of the neighbours in the slum, let alone call the police.
But Teng Wenyan's disappearance two years ago was remembered in the police station.
Because she disappeared with the barber shop next door, and the barber had paid half a month's salary to the boss before disappearing-800 yuan was the main motivation for the barber shop owner to spend most of the afternoon taking notes at the police station.
"Apart from Teng Wenyan, I couldn’t find any other information. Even Teng Wenyan may not be her real name, because the lady of the beauty salon can’t find a copy of her ID. Who knows if she had asked for it. A copy of the ID card." Gao Panqing took the materials just faxed by the Lingzhou City Bureau and sighed: "The barber shop worker named Wang Rui has real identity information to check down. We have already called the local police. Good hello, let them handle the two death cases."
Yan Xiu and Qinchuan headed their heads together. The latter's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes because he had boiled for more than 30 hours.
"I think so." Qin Chuan said hoarsely, holding a root of smoke, "Wang Rui and Teng Wenyan are both low-level migrants in society. They are high-risk targets that are easily targeted by criminals. Check the household registration. It’s too time-consuming, and it’s not helpful to the case. Why don’t we concentrate our efforts from Lingzhou to investigate the trajectory of the two disappeared on the day of their disappearance, and strive to find the place where the bones were buried as soon as possible, which is the execution site of He Liang, Lao Yan What do you think?"
Yan Xi folded his arms with both hands, his face sinking like water.
Qin Chuan and Gao Panqing watched him, and it took a long time to hear him suddenly say: "No, you must find out the background of Teng Wenyan."
"Why?"
Yan Xiuxin said, because she is the only one who is not a female student.
Jiang Ting reminded that the ritual is usually an external projection of the inner picture. That is to say, when the king of spades chooses the little girl, it is strictly based on Jiang Ting as the prototype to choose the substitute, but it is not too much for boys. The request is purely a tool to trust the execution complex.
Bu Wei and Li Yuxin are both female students, and they are both traditionally well-behaved and conservative girls with better grades. They fit the characteristics of Jiang Ting’s teenage years. Only Teng Wenyan left school to work after graduating from elementary school. In other words, the similarities between Teng Wenyan and Jiang Ting are in other respects, and it is very likely that she comes from her background.
What kind of family did she come from? Are you left and humiliated?
Which aspect of Jiang Ting in the heart of the king of spades does she overlap?
Yan Xiu's phone shook suddenly and received a new message: [Are you busy? I was at the gate of the city bureau and went out to eat. 】
Qin Chuan tilted his body forty-five degrees: "Who? Are you in love?!"
"No, an old friend of the police academy." Yan Xiu returned and immediately came out four words, hurriedly put the phone back in his pocket, and clicked on the information in Gao Panqing's hand: "——Teng Wenyan's identity background may be It is related to how she and Wang Xingye met. If someone is taking drugs around her, she can pull out the carrots and mud, and take out a brood of drug dealers."
Gao Panqing's face was suddenly enlightened.
"Anyway, let the Lingzhou Municipal Bureau visit Mopai first. I'll come to have a meal." Before Yan Xiu's voice fell, people rushed into the elevator: "Call me if you have anything!"
The two behind him looked at each other, and Qin Chuan couldn't help asking for a long while: "He's just in love, right?"
Gao Panqing: "..."
The live image of Qin Chuan was injected with a heart-strength needle called gossip, all fatigue was wiped out: "Come on, come and take a look!"
The large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment faces the south window, the blinds are opened a gap, and the two heads are scrambling forward. Qin Chuan didn't even notice the gold-rimmed glasses were squeezed by Gao Panqing. A few minutes later, I saw Yan Xiu hurriedly out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, swiftly crossing the traffic flow under the excited gaze of the two, walking towards a silver SUV across the road.
"Fuck..." Gao Panqing murmured, "Mercedes-Benz G65, the dream lover of all married men, the little wife of the soul..."
Qin Chuan patted him on the shoulder: "Prepare the red envelope."
"What?"
"The only one who can open a little wife is the wife of the main house." Qin Chuan pushed his glasses, reflecting a wise light: "Your brother Yan has a target."
The co-pilot door closed and the housekeeper looked up from the online chess: "So fast?"
Yan Xi buckled his seat belt, raised his head and smiled at the river.
——This is what Yan Xiu is like, as long as he wants, when he laughs, all the high-intensity work pressure and emotional gloomy violence can all be hidden without leaking, of course, it also includes two hours. The cold and heavy suspicion that only condensed my heart before.
"Isn't this afraid of you being hungry?" Yan Xiu replied, "What do you want to eat? Don't be too far away."
Jiang Ting skillfully started the car, turned the lights on and turned around: "Drink some porridge, and I will send you back to work overtime after eating."
"Go to the intersection ahead and change for me. Can you drive?"
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xi leaned comfortably in the passenger seat: "Don’t get me wrong, there is no trust issue between us. The main reason is that the family education I have received since childhood is that when a man is with his wife, he can’t work. My wife came to drive."
The green light was on, and Big G slowly moved forward with the traffic, Jiang Ting glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"What are you doing peeking at me?"
"No." Jiang Ting seemed to feel a little funny, "I just think your education is quite unique, what else is there?"
"Hmm..." Yan Xi thought for a moment, but couldn't think of the thoughts that his parents had instilled since childhood, which are more unique to ordinary people. After a long while, he said seriously: "When I opened the car, I stayed beside me. Does it count if a forced woman can't marry?"
Jiang Ting's eyes deepened with a smile, and he said, "Then why do you dare to force it?"
Yan Xi also burst out laughing, and squeezed a handle on Jiang Ting's inner thigh: "If you dare to seek a position before going through the door, you will pay it back if you go the other way."
Jiang Ting quickly tilted his leg inward and raised his eyes to observe the traffic flow before and after.
He drove very differently from Yan Xiu. Yan Xiu is an old driver in the literal sense. When driving, he has a relaxed posture, leaning completely back on the back of the chair, and often only has his right hand on the lower end of the steering wheel, and rarely uses both hands except for sharp turns. However, Jiang Ting leaned forward with his upper body, sitting straight, holding the steering wheel with his hands, slightly raising his head, and looking up at the rearview and side mirrors at a frequency of about ten seconds. The driving behavior is standard enough to be directly used for teaching in the driving school. Template.
Just over two months ago, he was still a patient who was inadvertently witnessing a car accident and was induced by PTSD symptoms. Many people who have had a tragic car accident were unable to drive a car for several years or even a lifetime, but he only used such a short time. Forcing myself to overcome psychological obstacles.
Yan Xi looked at Jiang Ting, thinking that he should have a powerful force in his heart that would force him to correct his behavior all the time.
But where does this power come from?
Yan Xi finally did what he hadn't done for a few days-let Jiang Ting eat the "real" seafood porridge.
Jiang Ting said helplessly: "Stop ordering, and you will go back to work overtime after eating. What do you mean by forcing people to put geoduck in the seafood porridge? Catch the opportunity to eat me. Isn’t it?"
Yan Xiu returned the menu to the little waitress until the young and beautiful girl in satin cheongsam left, and then he stopped at Jiang's mouth: "What are you talking about, can I let my wife pay? You married into the door of my Yan family as if you were married?"
"Who will marry..."
"And you can't take it if I open it up," Yan Xiu said unkindly, "Let’s close the door at night and coordinate within the family on this topic, ah, goodbye."
Jiang Ting got up immediately: "Waiter! Checkout!"
Yan Xi hurriedly pulled him back and hugged him in his arms: "Oh, I'm joking with you, Team Jiang, Teacher Jiang, Great God Jiang... Sit down, this case is progressing today, and it’s because you are counting on your offer. When it comes to clues, stop making trouble and come back and help me take a look."
Jiang Ting couldn't laugh or cry, and was dragged back to the seat by Yan Xiusheng. He put his arms around his shoulders and circled his side. He found out the domestically produced machine issued by the Municipal Bureau, and called up the most recent photos in the album: "Here It was discovered this morning at Amber Villa, one of Wang Xingye’s secret strongholds. The original has been submitted to the technical team of the Municipal Bureau for processing."
——On the screen of the mobile phone are the first three pages of Wang Xingye's notebook.
The three girls stared at Jiang Ting against the same red background. Each of them had immature but delicate facial features and opened a pair of black and white eyes. They come from different places, have different surnames, and have completely different experiences and backgrounds; they seem to have no connection except that they are all victims, but only Yan Xiu knows that under the hidden placket, they have that on their shoulders. Cursed red mole.
If three girls lie side by side, they may be less than two inches apart.
Jiang Ting looked at the phone, without seeing any emotions on his face, only slightly narrowed his pupils. After a long time, he finally tapped the screen with his thumb: "Why does this girl named Teng have no address?"
At this time, all the congee, noodles and side dishes they wanted came up. While Yan Xiu stirred Jiang Ting's four-figure porridge with a white porcelain spoon, he explained the information of Teng Wenyan that Lao Gao had investigated and what Xiao Huayi had said. The situation is evasive and light, and did not mention the details of the photo of Jiang Ting found in the notebook: "The focus of the current investigation is on Teng Wenyan's background and background, trying to find out the connection between her and Wang Xingye. Wang Xingye is a big drug lord. Brokers and liaisons, centered on him, radiated a network involving crimes such as drug trafficking, kidnapping, murder and murder. We can’t just confine ourselves to this kidnapping case, but take down the entire criminal network."
Jiang Ting glanced at him: "Wang Xingye's criminal network is obviously beyond the scope of S province. You want to wipe him out as soon as Jianning City? So energetic? Huh..." He was fed by Yan Xi before the voice. A spoonful of seafood porridge.
The taste of the seafood porridge is indeed worth the price, and it is so delicious that people can swallow the tongue. Jiang Ting was caught off guard and was fed several mouthfuls by Yan Xiu before he waved his hand to block the next wave of offensive: "Let it down, I will do it myself..."
Yan Xi glanced back. The five-star hotel restaurant is luxuriously decorated, and the private seats have consumption requirements, so there are no people around. He took a mouthful of porridge the moment he watched the waiter turned his back, leaned over and quickly fed Jiang Ting mouth-to-mouth, and the delicious taste was mixed between his lips and tongue, and he swallowed it all before he knew it.
The waiter turned around, Yan Xi's tongue immediately stopped and the upper jaw curled in the river, and then he drew up and sat upright, his face full of seriousness, as if nothing had happened.
"..." Jiang Ting flushed from cheeks to the roots of his ears, and the waiter asked attentively: "Do you want to add ice water to the two gentlemen?"
Yan Xi smiled and said: "No, he is not hot, he is too excited."
The waiter didn't understand, so he left in confusion.
Jiang Ting wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin without raising his head: "The sun is bright in the broad daylight..."
"The government officials openly molested the good housewife and man here." Yan Xi said, "After the molesting, I have to go back to the yamen to work."
Jiang Ting: "..."
"How can Wang Xingye's criminal gang be completely wiped out if he doesn't work?" Yan Xi looked at him jokingly, and if he pointed out: "If you don't completely kill Wang, how can you get close to the king of spades if you don't completely kill Wang Xingye? , To reveal all the secrets of this drug gang to the world?"
I don't know if it was Yan Xiu's illusion, Jiang Ting paused for a while.
"What's the matter?" Yan Xiu asked him sharply without giving him any reaction time.
Jiang Ting kept holding the napkin with both hands, only the upper half of his face was exposed, and a pair of black eyes cast a clear glance at Yan Xiu. While Yan Xiu was waiting for him to make excuses to cover up, he raised his chin to the phone album, put down his napkin, and his entire face looked as usual: "I'm looking at this girl."
Bu Wei.
"What is she doing?" Yan Xiu asked with a smile.
Jiang Ting frowned, as if he didn't feel the strangeness of Yan Xiu's voice at all, and said: "It feels like she is not the same as Li Yuxin and Teng Wenyan."
——It's really different. After all, Bu Wei is the only girl who looks like him and was called out by the king of spades worth two billion.
He found out? Yan Xiu's cheek muscles tightened involuntarily.
However, the next moment, only Jiang Ting whispered: "Because she is the only one laughing."
In the three two-inch headless photos, Li Yuxin was expressionless and staring at the camera indifferently-that was because the moment Wang Xingye pressed the shutter, she knew that her mother was taking drugs and who was taking pictures of herself. , The cold expression is followed by resentment and alienation towards the biological mother.
Teng Wenyan is cautious and fearful, with her shoulders shrunk cautiously-that's because she only has a primary school education, she came out early to work, and knows the hardships of life. No matter how Wang Xingye approached her and took this photo, it was normal for her to feel nervous and afraid of offending Wang Xingye.
Only Bu Wei is smiling.
The smile is never obvious when you look at the corners of the mouth, but in addition to the corners of the mouth, there is a look that is difficult to describe from the girl’s eyes, layer by layer, and unstoppable, like a deep sea pearl. Even if it is placed in the dark, it can emit a gentle halo that artificial pearls can never have.
Under what circumstances did Wang Xingye take this photo of her?
What was behind the camera during the shooting that made her smile so happily?
"I saw it." Yan Xi did not look up while eating. "But this situation is more complicated. First of all, when Bu Wei was taken this photo, her parents had passed away for a while. Wang Xingye adopted She appears in her life as a person rather than a persecutor; secondly, she is the youngest, thirteen years old, not the age of the governor, and she is different from the 16 or 17-year-old Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin."
Jiang Ting stared at the girl’s smiling face on the screen of the phone, closed his eyes, opened it a few seconds later, and gave the phone back to Yan Xiu: "She laughed so hard for me to feel comfortable."
"Well, I originally planned to go to the hospital to chat with her tomorrow morning. Are you coming?"
"Why do you ask me to go?"
Yan Xiu didn't say a word, nor did he mention Buwei's strange behavior in the hospital several times. He picked out anise from the fried cow and threw it on the table, smiled and raised his eyebrows to Jiang Ting: "You are a young wife who has just passed the door and has not obtained the certificate. Do you rest assured that your husband will visit the female victim alone? ?"
Jiang Ting took a deep breath: "Deputy Yan Detachment, I must..."
The phone rang before the voice ended. It was Ma Xiang.
Yan Xi put up an index finger, smiled and unquestionably motioned Jiang to shut up, with the words "I have the final say" written all over his face.
"Hey Ma Xiang, your consultant Lu is sitting on my lap and coquettish, what's the matter?"
"In broad daylight, the heavens and the world are bright, Master Lu openly molested our government officials. Is it a moral distortion or a loss of humanity, or is it that Brother Yan, you finally decided to betray your body in order to solve the case?" Ma Xiang said loudly, walking with wind: " If you want to sell out, if Minger's grandson named Wang is unfortunately caught, there will be no reason to sell the beauty you have treasured for more than 30 years!"
"Fuck, aren't you trying to test my party spirit as a people's policeman? Are we still going to catch Wang Xingye?" Yan Xiu asked, "What are you doing? There are clues in Jiangyang County. Up?"
"No!"
"That..."
"When the Ding Jiawang and Hu Weisheng drug production case was conducted two months ago, a sniper detonated the anti-narcotics scene on the night of the operation. Afterwards, it integrated ballistic recovery, security monitoring, witness testimony, and bloodstain DNA at the scene. You let the technology The team reconstructed the 3D picture of the suspect’s face and handed it to the provincial department for data tracing..."
Yan Xiu interrupted him: "Isn't it said that the provincial government can't find out at all, so it can only be handed over to the ministry?"
"The ministry gave a matching result, and I just got down to our city bureau." Ma Xiang paused and sold a key: "Guess why the provincial government couldn't find this person?"
Yan Xi frowned with her phone pressed to her ear.
He could feel Jiang Ting's eyes staring at him from the side, but as if he hadn't seen him, his **** tapped the edge of the table lightly. After indulging for a while, a certain guess gradually became clear in my mind, and I couldn't help taking a breath:
"...is he a foreigner?"
"Yes!" Ma Xiang said helplessly: "After a long time, the turtle son is not Chinese at all, he is of Chinese descent in Myanmar, because murder and smuggling has left a lot of criminal records in Myanmar, and his mother is a habitual professional criminal!"
"Send his case information." Yan Xiu ordered promptly, and then brought out a sentence as if purely bluntly: "You happen to be here, Consultant Lu, you can ask him to look for us, maybe he knows other clues. "
Jiang's fingers resting on the table slightly shrunk.