Breaking Through the Clouds: 78.Chapter 78

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"Did there ever been a murder in 701, or a case of injustice through the ages?" Yan Xiu's first reaction was this.

Jiang Ting took a cigarette and glanced at him, seeming a little helpless: "Nothing."

"That..."

"First of all, you need to know why some things seem so simple and so irrelevant, but others just don't want to tell you, even if you look at it from any angle, it is an answer that is leaked and harmless." Jiang paused After a pause, he said: "Because the truth is always intertwined. The truth in this society is like a crime. As long as a small corner is lifted, the experienced criminal investigator can dig deep into the vine and entangle countless numbers of circles. The inside story is dug out from the eighteen layers of hell, especially you."

"A front-line criminal policeman with a background of powerful capital power, who presides over the criminal investigation work of the provincial capital city public security, and has a strong desire to solve the case--it is very troublesome if any of the above three conditions are met, let alone you have all the three points? Who? Can you ensure that your state is very stable and will not fall ill? In case you rampage on the battlefield like a flaming tank, who can control the situation?"

Yan Xiu was a little startled by these rhetorical questions, and immediately pointed to himself: "I look like a person who can get sick at any time?"

Jiang Ting raised his eyelids to look at him and sighed.

"Hiss——" Yan Xi took a breath of disbelief, "Then tell me what happened in 701, why Qi Sihao dare not continue investigating the incident of Wang Xingye's fall? I promise not to break the casserole and ask in the end. "

Jiang Ting lowered his head and flicked the soot. This action was very subtle, and then he said: "I did not find out about this incident, but I inquired about it. The person who told me about it also took a big risk. , Because it happened after the explosion of the Gongzhou Plastic Factory three years ago."

——Yan Xi was stunned for an instant.

It turned out to be that point in time?

How did Jiang Ting find out?

"After that operation failed, the department set up an investigation team. The first task was to investigate whether the secret report about the location of drug dealers was true. The police determined before the operation started. This newsletter was sent to the rivet by the Red Heart Q through a certain encryption method. After the rivet was sacrificed, the investigation team obtained his electronic equipment. After a series of complex decryption, tracking and positioning, the technical team finally narrowed the scope to this community. , And then this building, the last row is found to be room 701."

"In other words, if the news received by the rivet is indeed from Heart Q, then it was first sent by Heart Q sitting in Room 701 of this apartment building." Jiang Ting suddenly looked at Yan in the smoke. Xiu: "Next, do you think that if you can lock all kinds of people in and out of this community from the monitoring, you can find out the red heart Q?"

According to common sense, this is indeed the case. 80% of modern criminal investigation work relies on various types of surveillance cameras, which often leads to a large number of tasks, which also illustrates the boring and boring daily crime solving of criminal police in reality.

But Yan Xiu knew that since he asked this, it meant that the Gongzhou investigation team had not been able to follow this path.

"Because after the monitoring was conducted, it was discovered that some of the vehicles entering and exiting this shabby community were registered under the names of private companies, and these private companies were inextricably linked to the families of officials of different levels: some were It is far-fetched, but it is also somewhat ambiguous. If the monitoring time is further extended to check, there have been several seniors in the community, even including the deputy mayor of Gongzhou, Yue Guangping, who had just retired at that time. ."

Yue Guangping—Yan Xi suddenly remembered who he was.

Wei Deputy Bureau once said that Yue Guangping was the only person who insisted that Jiang Ting was not dead after the bombing, and that he might even be hijacked by drug dealers, so he insisted on taking the lead in the rescue operation!

Jiang Ting did not look at Yan Xiu’s unpredictable expression. His tone of voice was always very flat: “These people and cars have their own reasons for entering and leaving the community, such as visiting relatives and friends or just passing by, etc. It is a blessing in misfortune. But even so, the investigation is difficult to carry out. If the scope of the review covers the entire community, I don’t know how many sensitive and subtle relationships will be exposed in broad daylight; but if only for that building and 701 In the case of the room, the monitoring conditions at that time could not be achieved."

"——Of course, the investigation team three years ago had many other clues. It is not necessary to investigate this community under heavy pressure." Jiang Ting changed the conversation and said, "People who know the inside story originally So this clue gradually disappeared. You Lu Bureau should have participated in some work outside the investigation team to learn the key points."

"...Then who told you this inside story?" Yan Xiu finally couldn't help asking.

Jiang stopped silent for a moment and said: "Yue Guangping."

"What is your relationship?"

Jiang Ting seems to feel a little funny, although there is no smile on his face: "He is the old boss who pulled me out with one hand. He is the one who rescued me from the king of spades after the explosion. You think we should be What's the relationship?"

Yan Xi's thoughts were teleported, and he chased him: "If the investigation team did rescue you back then, why didn't the official keep any records? It is written in the file that you had no bones left in the explosion?"

Jiang Ting's cigarette hasn't been touched except the first two puffs, and it's basically burned to the end by himself. He pressed the faintly flashing red dot on the trash can and extinguished, and smiled: "Did you just guarantee that you would not break the casserole and ask the end?"

Yan Xi is a little confused.

"Whether Wang Xingye climbed up the building himself or was forced to go up, he would die too much." Jiang Ting threw the cigarette **** into the trash can and lazily said: "We all know that he must be killed. It was the king of spades, but the scene was handled so badly that no one could catch any clues to investigate... I don’t think Wang Xingye himself would have thought that before his death, the king of spades really dared to be on the top of the building because of the psychopathic nature of the king of spades. Let’s kill someone."

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Han Xiaomei wanted to get out of the car but didn't dare to stay alone in the big G cab. It was a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

Why did Team Yan suddenly get angry? Why is consultant Lu diametrically opposed? On the surface, it seemed that it was only because of Wang Xingye's fall that she couldn't investigate further. In fact, even she could see that the real contradiction exposed between the two people's disputes was far more than that.

Counselor Lu—no, she corrected the person in her mind—is Captain Jiang.

It is almost impossible to find that person on the intranet. Even if there are still a few words circulating in the system, it is nothing more than a captain who has been improperly commanded and died, or an insider who is suspected of betraying. The former is stupid and the latter is a shame. Regardless of the truth, it is enough to keep the seniors secret.

But Han Xiaomei felt that it was not the case.

An idiot who lost his teammates’ lives by mismanagement, would not rush to the scene to lock the suspects as soon as the sniping took place, chasing after hundreds of kilometers without losing the target vehicle; an insider who relied on drug dealers to betray the police, At the moment when her life is at stake after the crash, she will not be ordered to stay in the car, such an insignificant trainee police officer, and go out alone to face the vicious criminals, and buy time for the strict team to arrive.

"Even if everyone talks about it, at least I can keep a little bit of my thoughts secretly." She thought to herself, "As long as I don't say it."

Suddenly, a particularly familiar ringtone rang in the back seat-Yan Xi didn't bring his cell phone when he was chasing down just now, and Lu Ju called him back.

Han Xiaomei’s very firm revolutionary consciousness just now disappeared instantly, she turned her head to look at the back seat, and then desperately stretched her head to look out of the window. In just three seconds, she "let the phone ring until it breaks" and "hold the phone." The car went to the Yan team." The two clashed back and forth one hundred and eighty times, and only then realized that the two chose to be very evil, but they all ended up in different ways. After the phone was disconnected, the Yan team came back and furiously, tearing her into pieces. Dried fish.

"Hey...hey," Han Xiaomei finally tremblingly answered the call just before the ringtone automatically hung up: "Hello Secretary, I, I, I am an intern student of the Yan team......"

The opposite Lv Ju calmly "oh" asked: "Where are you strict?"

Han Xiaomei went to the heart and said: "Go to the toilet!"

"You are coming to Jiangyang County soon, right?"

The return from Gongzhou to Jianning does indeed go through Jiangyang County, but they have not left Gongzhou yet. Han Xiaomei didn't dare to lie to the director, so she said vaguely: "Well, it's coming soon, but Team Yan has been in the toilet all the time, that...have been in the toilet for a long time..."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone.

"Let's go." Lu Ju said in a calm voice, "But Jiangyang County's investigation of Fan Zhengyuan has made progress, or you tell Yan Xiu to let him hold it first, and then continue to Jiangyang County. Pull?"

·

Ten minutes later, continue on the Mercedes-Benz G which is driving fast.

"After investigation, Fan Si’s hometown was in a village in Jiangyang County, and he went back before the incident. Now the local police and security officer are arranged to accompany us to conduct the search?" Yan Xi asked suspiciously: "Are you sure it is Isn't Fan Si Fan Wu?"

Han Xiaomei nodded vigorously while driving.

Yan Xiu probed her upper body and stared suspiciously at Han Xiaomei in the front row: "You must hear clearly. Fan Wu's group has weapons and bullets. If you run into this group head-on, I will take it with you. Your car is old, weak, sick, and disabled." Then he turned to Jiang Ting: "Pregnant. How can I fight it?"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

Jiang Ting was immersed in the world of chess, without looking up: "He said the opposite, I am old, weak, sick and disabled."

"But I am not pregnant either?"

Jiang Ting said: "Then you have to pay attention, I think your waistline seems to be as thick as an inch recently."

Han Xiaomei grieved: "………………"

Suddenly, Yan Xiu received a new text message. He picked it up and looked at him. He was a little puzzled: "Why is Lu Jugang posting a popular science article in the criminal investigation group that young and middle-aged men are prone to hemorrhoids when they squat in the toilet for a long time?"

Han Xiaomei immediately retracted her head, pretending that she didn't know anything.

The so-called subordinate villages of Jiangyang County are actually quite some distance away from Jiangyang County. Because the emperor is far away from the sky, and the township police station has to manage several vast hills, each village has set up a separate security officer who is not in the establishment. Its internal function is to solve the problem that the dog of the boss bites the chicken of the west and the south tomorrow. The sheep in the family ate the grass of the North’s home; the external role is to use the advantages of the locals to cooperate with the police in the police station when a "big event" occurs.

For Yan Xiu, a search like this is an easy task. For the local police station and the security officer, it is a rare event in a few years.

Lu Bureau has already greeted Jiangyang County, and he probably told me "the time is urgent, let our deputy criminal investigation branch come back to take charge of work as soon as possible", so when Yan Xiu and the others rushed to the township police station At that time, the director had personally led a thin middle-aged policeman and waited at the gate in fear.

We didn’t say much when we met, and we didn’t have time to drink. Yan Xiu stuffed one person with two packs of Soft China, bid farewell to the director, took the policeman who was happy to see his teeth into the car, and drove all the way to the village. . The mountain road was extremely difficult to walk. When the village entrance was dark, the local security officer was finishing collecting watermelons from his own melon field and sitting on a tractor waiting for them, shaking his big fan while pulling his feet.

Yan Xi asked Jiang to stop in the co-pilot, and he sat in the back seat with the thin policeman. After talking about him all the way, he patted him and said, "Go and tell this uncle. Leading the way in the middle of the night was hard and didn't let him work in vain, so I hurriedly took us to Fan Sijia. I bought all of his car of watermelons."

The thin policeman was so happy to be a favor, and opened the car window and spoke to the mud-legged director in the local dialect. As a result, the director was very happy when he heard it, and he greeted him repeatedly, and immediately took out a sharp long knife from his back.

Yan Xiu: "...?!"

Yan Xi conditioned his reflex to reach out and touch his gun, and the police hurriedly stopped him: "You wait, you wait, he wants to cut melons for you!"

Yan Xi couldn’t laugh or cry: "What to eat, it’s dark! Tell him don’t cut it--hey, or just cut a piece, our delicate and expensive consultant Lu still pays even now. I didn't eat anything. Come to Consultant Lu to eat a piece of melon to quench my thirst..." As he took over the sweet and red watermelon personally cut by the security officer, he handed it to Jiang Ting with Han Xiaomei's salivating gaze.

"Want to eat?" Jiang Ting asked in a low voice.

Han Xiaomei nodded eagerly.

"Go by car," Jiang Ting commanded, "I will cut it for you when I come out after finishing the work."

Han Xiaomei was infinitely encouraged, and launched G65 to keep up with the tractor of the security officer in front.

In the village, the lights were turned off at night, and the mountain road was really invisible. Even if the two headlights at the front of the car were shining, they couldn't penetrate too far. At this time, the advantage of the locals became apparent. The tractor shook his head and didn’t know how many laps, and finally circumvented nine bends and eighteen bends, and stopped in front of a certain soil slope. The security officer turned his head and screamed at G .

"You can't drive it, you have to rely on people to walk." The police translated to Yan Xiu: "Behind is the house where Fan Si lived in the village."

"Okay, trouble him to take us over." Yan Xiu drew out the banknotes from the wallet. In the dimness, he didn't know the exact number. He felt the thickness and gave it to the policeman, beckoning him to hand it over to the uncle: "Han Xiaomei is waiting in the car, Consultant Lu will follow me, remember to bring the survey box."

Professional melon farmer and amateur part-time public security officer sold a whole tractor of watermelon. He was refreshed and his steps were particularly brisk. He took the lead in leading the other four policemen to climb the **** and circled a long winding field. On the road, I came to a brick house surrounded by broken walls, indicating that this is the house.

"No one, right?" Yan Xiu confirmed again.

The security officer shook his hand vigorously, and the police translated: "He said that Fan Si had left the village many years ago. He occasionally came back some time ago. He was in a hurry. He didn't say hello when he saw people. He just waited. In his small broken backyard, he left the next day. The village is not big at all. If a new face appears, the whole village will know it in less than half a day. Fan Si can’t sneak back without anyone knowing Of."

Yan Xiuxin said that of course I knew that Fan Si couldn’t sneak back. He died so much that he couldn’t die anymore. Even if he came back, he would be a ghost. In this year, ghosts are far from being scary. Even if he comes back as a ghost. It's also going to find the king of spades. What's the matter with the people's police?

So he sent the security officer, touched the black and stopped Jiang to put on shoe covers and gloves, and asked the thin policeman to stay outside the yard to guard, and jumped into the house.

This is a typical rural house. The glass is ragged, the walls are smeared with cement, and the flashlight is all around. It can only be described by the four walls of a family member. Yan Xiu pushed open the creaking wooden door, elbow Jiang to stop, and laughed in a low voice: "Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

"Afraid of ghosts?"

"..."

"If you are afraid, you can hold your husband's hand for comfort, here."

Jiang Ting stared at the sturdy, muscular male arm that stretched out in front of his eyes, and he saw that he had consumed a lot of money and time in the gym. Somehow, he lowered his head to see how thin he was. His arms narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Yan Xi ridiculed: "I said you, the academic school, don't overestimate yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ting suddenly raised his flashlight to the tip of his chin, letting the light shine through his pale face from below, and drew out his tongue gloomily.

Yan Xiu: "………………"

Then Jiang Ting turned around blankly and left.

The three brick houses are as it shows, empty and clear at a glance, without knives, axes, drugs, guns, bullets, or anything that can become physical evidence.

——But it must be wrong. Fan Zhengyuan hadn't been back to his hometown for many years, but he just came back once before assassinating Jiang Ting. According to the analysis of normal criminal investigation logic, he would either come to fetch things or hide things.

Yan Xiu circled the hall for a few times, thinking about getting out of the house, only to listen to the backyard, and then Jiang Ting's voice came: "Hey!"

"Hey what, hey, you will be asked after you go out, "What is the name of the husband you married?" Do you want to say, "His surname is Wei"?" Yan Xi hit the flashlight and touched his lightly. Walking around the brick house and walking to the backyard, I saw Jiang Ting squatting on the overgrown ground with his back facing him, seeming to be lifting something from the ground forcefully.

"Oh, your posture is quite and upright. What is this?"

"..." Jiang Ting didn't know if it was because of excessive force. He felt like gnashing his teeth no matter how he heard the voice: "The cellar..."

Yan Xi was startled.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come and help!"

The cellar was covered with a slate, Yan Xi inserted a flashlight into his waistband, reached out to prop up the other end of the slate, but did not immediately lift it up completely, maintaining that action, and stopped at the corner of his mouth: "Yes. Help?"

"..."

"Give me a pinch?"

"..."

"Otherwise, you can pinch me." Yan Xiu turned his head and gestured to himself.

Jiang Ting did not know where to burst out of the small universe, his hands worked together, booming! The stone slab was lifted up sturdily, revealing the tunnel that only allowed one person to pass through.