Breaking Through the Clouds: 80.Chapter 80
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"...microcrystalline wax, candelilla wax, hydrogenated castor oil, hydrogenated palm kernel oil, hydrogenated palm oil, iron ion compounds."
With gauze on his head, Yan Xi patted the analysis and inspection report on the dining table.
The zenith revolving restaurant invested by the Yan family has a fragrant fragrance and a curling piano. As soon as the private room door was closed, the low-pitched laughter and conversation outside the door were completely isolated, only a gap was pushed open above the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the sound of birds singing in the high-altitude wind.
Last night they returned to Jianning almost three o'clock, and Yan Xiu was taken directly to the ambulance by the branch bureau. After learning that the deputy detachment leader was attacked by gunmen like Fan Wu at night, most of the leadership of the city bureau made a sensation. Lu bureau rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night, and when he rushed to the emergency room, he was wearing slippers at home and even his body tea. The tank didn't have time to get it.
The police center didn’t make it clear. Everyone thought Yan Xiu was dying and seriously injured--Who knows that Deputy Yan Detachment deserves to be called a monster-level man, his forehead was hit so hard, but only torn and bleeding, stunned It didn't hurt my mind. He sat in the emergency room hanging over the water and reported to Lu Ju the results of the search of the criminal Fan Zhengyuan’s home. He handed in 250,000 cash and stolen money, and then, as they had negotiated on the way, he shot a gun to the kidnappers. Ann arrived on Han Xiaomei's head.
Han Xiaomei was very uneasy, but fortunately, Lu Ju only looked at her a few times, nodded, and didn't ask much.
Yan Xiu dealt with the cunning old chief, and also dealt with the parents who came to hear the good news. He slept in the hospital until noon the next day before he was hungry and woke up. The full-blooded resurrected Deputy Yan Detachment washed it, shaved a beard, and replaced it with finely tailored shirts and trousers, just like the elite male protagonist who traveled to the American crime film from the domestic eight o'clock stalls, from the inside to the outside; Only then took the technical investigation report and wandered out to find the Jiang team for dinner.
Jiang Ting has already eaten it, with steaming coffee and afternoon tea cake in front of him, frowning and accepting the report: "cosmetics?"
"Yes, cosmetic ingredients." Yan Xiu devoured a plate of Italian lobster noodles, and took a long sigh: "Technical detective Lao Huang said that the test results are exactly the same as the push-tube eyebrow pencils of the girl in their department."
Jiang Ting nodded, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly Yan Xiu asked suspiciously: "But how do you know, have you used it?"
Jiang Ting choked a few times, "Yang Mei used it."
"What the **** is the relationship between the two of you? It's not a curling iron or an eyebrow pencil all day long. Shouldn't you two use the same bottle of facial cleanser together?"
"..." Jiang Ting said helplessly: "When Yang Mei was working as an informant in Gongzhou, she once delivered a newsletter in a nightclub. She didn't have a pen, so she used eyebrow pencil and lipstick. Later, she probably won In order to avoid the poison of the spy movie, I use eyebrow pencil and lipstick every time, and change the color number according to the reliability of the tip..."
Yan Xi said seriously: "Don't do this next time. Based on my analysis of more than ten years of criminal investigation work experience, she wants to seduce you."
"..."
The two had big eyes and small eyes. For a long while, Jiang Ting finally clicked on the report: "I will admit the part of the lipstick, but the eyebrow pencil is not necessarily the case. At most, it can only show that the person who gave the money to Fan Zhengyuan may be a woman. ."
Yan Xiu narrowed his eyes: "Red Heart Q?"
Just as Jiang Ting was about to say something, the box door was knocked twice, and then a young guy poked his head in with a "distracted" expression on his face.
"Ma Xiang?" Yan Xiu was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Ting beckoned him to come in: "I told him to come over—did you bring things?"
"I brought it with me. I also found a computer." Ma Xiang put down his shoulders and called the waiter to order something to eat—anyway, it was the restaurant opened by his brother Yan, he was not. It’s the first time here, and I have to be bold and familiar with my order. After ordering, he asked the waiter to go out and brought the door strictly before he took out the hard drive and computer from his bag in Yan Xiu's puzzled sight.
Yan Xiu asked: "What are you two doing, sneaking behind my back?"
"I asked Ma Xiang to find your technical team and copy some things from Wang Xingye’s computer. I called in front of you on the way back to Jianning from Jiangyang County last night, Han Xiaomei Can testify."
"Why don't I remember?"
Jiang Ting said coldly: "You were having a fever and talking nonsense..."
"Ah, yes," Yan Xiu suddenly remembered: "Is it when I am planning to go abroad for our honeymoon?"
Jiang Ting was expressionless.
"Brother Yan," Ma Xiang had a solemn expression, "According to what I heard on the phone, you are saying that the consultant landing does not look like a normal birth shape. I don't know if I can give you two children smoothly."
Yan Xiu: "..."
Jiang Ting turned on the computer and plugged in the hard drive. After a while, a densely packed folder popped up on the screen.
Ma Xiang’s food came, sitting on the other side of the dining table with his legs folded, eating and drinking, Yan Xi moved a chair to join Jiang Ting. I saw the screen full of dangling, full of Japanese, English, traditional Chinese and meaningless characters mixed with titles that every straight man is very familiar with, so Yan Xiu suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.
"...Although I can't speak Japanese," Yan Xiu put his chin on one hand, and said deeply in a thinker pose, "but thanks to a few teachers of virtue and art, it is very good, thirty roads, human world I still understand the meaning of the words "abandoning industry"... What are you doing?"
Jiang Ting slid the mouse down, flicked over the turbulent A-film title, then suddenly paused, and clicked on a "art exhibition related" folder.
"This surnamed Wang is also strange. The folder where he specially puts the film is still stuffed with exhibition materials. It is not annoying to find it at ordinary times?" Ma Xiang said vaguely while eating, "Or he pays special attention to it. Combine work and rest, don’t forget to take care of the teachers when you work?"
Jiang Ting said: "No."
The exhibition data folder contains all the pictures imported from the digital camera. Jiang stopped and opened the first one and zoomed in. Then, to Yan Xiu's expectation, a pair of female feet showed an impactful posture. In front of him.
"This is Wang Xingye’s private exhibition." Jiang Ting flipped down the album one by one, and the constantly changing screen images glowed in his eyes: "Wang Xingye can’t tell it, he can only hide it. A unique hobby that I secretly appreciate on the computer..."
He paused and said, "Foot fetish."
Obviously, Ma Xiang hadn't actually clicked into the folder to read it when he was copying, so he was stunned with Yan Xi on the spot.
"How did you know that he has a foot fetish?" Yan Xi reacted in surprise.
Jiang Ting sighed, "Remember when Wang Xingye just ran away, you searched his residence in Jianning, and found out a bunch of women's socks of various colors and materials?"
Ma Xiang was stunned and said: "Later, we questioned some of his friends|friends, and the women claimed all the socks separately..."
"Do you think he kept these socks just for showing off?" Jiang Ting asked in a rhetorical question and suppressed Ma Xiang: "No, the collection of footwear and socks is one of the typical external characteristics of foot fetish, but It was not this that caught my attention at the time, but another point: the ages of those women were concentrated between thirty-four and forty."
Yan Xiu squeezed his chin: "I also noticed at the time, but I think it's just because he, as a middle-aged person, prefers a mature opposite sex..."
"It's not like it, it's sexual addiction. You pay attention to all his paintings," Jiang Ting repeatedly clicked the drop-down button, and countless feet flashed on the screen: "These feet have a very clear common point: they are painted beautifully. The nail polish is not thin and thin, and even tends to be full and age. It is extremely difficult to change a person's sexual addiction after it is formed. For a minority of sexual addictions, only by satisfying their psychological needs can they cause physical impulses—that is, Only mature, plump and nail polished women can induce Wang Xingye’s physical desires. Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say?"
The surrounding area fell into silence, Ma Xiang even forgot the food, a piece of cut beef did not pass into his mouth on the fork for a long time.
"...Bu Wei." Yan Xiu murmured, "Bu Wei said that Wang Xingye has sexually harassed her for a long time, and he almost raped her..."
Jiang Ting said: "This is impossible. Wang Xingye's own moral standards are quite low. If he has such a strong obsession with her, he will definitely steal her shoes and socks--but Ma Xiang also said just now , All the ladies' collections in his family have been claimed, and there is no copy of Buwei."
Ma Xiang lost his voice: "The little girl is lying!"
"When I saw the words'two hundred fifty thousand', I felt that it was too neat and delicate. It didn't look like Wang Xingye could write it, but it was just a feeling. Later I saw the handwriting The oily wax texture is too delicate, not like crayons but like eyebrow pencils. This is a vague guess."
Jiang Ting closed the computer, clicked, and immediately raised his eyes to stare at Yan Xiu: "We can probably guess why Fan Zhengyuan was killed, but there is a paradox here: if Fan Zhengyuan's killing was punitive, why Wang Xingye, who hired him to kill me, was unharmed and did not receive any punishment? The only explanation is that Wang Xingye has nothing to do with the matter. Fan Zhengyuan took over the private work of a female employer."
Ma Xiang was inexplicable on the side: "What? Hire him to kill the consultant?" But no one ignored him.
"...This female employer can get in touch with Wang Xingye's people, and can bypass Wang Xingye and contact the killer privately..." The countless vague doubts in Yan Xiu's mind finally came to light, connecting them into a complete logical line: "Could it be..."
Jiang Ting said those two words coldly: "Buwei."
The box was silent for a while, and the beef on Ma Xiang's fork fell back onto the plate with a snap.
Suddenly Yan Xi grabbed the phone and stood up, walked around the dining table, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and dialed:
"Hey, Han Xiaomei, did you say last night that you are going to the hospital to accompany Bu Wei this afternoon?"
On the other side, Han Xiaomei didn’t know what he answered, so Yan Xiu said in a solemn voice: “Listen, don’t ask why, go and do something for me now.”
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The hospital corridor.
Han Xiaomei hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, turned around and pushed open the door of the ward.
The sun is very good, coming in from the clean glass window, the girl's cheeks are white and tender and almost transparent. When she heard the sound of pushing the door, she raised her head from the picture book in her hand, smiled at Han Xiaomei, her pink lips curled into a very beautiful arc: "Sister, are you here?"
Han Xiaomei also laughed, trying to make herself look into Bu Wei's eyes as much as possible: "I just came from the office and happened to meet the doctor, about the follow-up treatment costs..."
Bu Wei put down the picture album, a little worried: "What did the doctor say?"
"Don't worry, you are a minor victim, and the basic expenses can be reimbursed." Han Xiaomei hurriedly said: "But there is one thing we can't decide for you, that is, the medication during the period of follow-up recuperation and hospital observation. , The doctor said that there are several options to choose from, of course, the price of each package is definitely different-you know, the hospital."
Bu Wei said softly: "I don't have much money, and I can leave the hospital now..."
"The doctor said it's best to talk to your guardian." Han Xiaomei looked at her, but her tone was very natural: "I told him that you don't have a guardian for the time being, but you are already a big-minded girl. You can make a decision after consulting the attending doctor yourself. What do you think?"
Bu Wei's clear, bright, slightly long-shaped eyes fell on Han Xiaomei's face. After looking at it for a while, she seemed a little relieved and said: "Um...Can I do it myself?"
"If it doesn't work, I can only ask the bureau to try to notify your other relatives. Did your parents have other contacts during their lifetime, as well as uncles and cousins?"
Sure enough, Buwei put down the picture album as soon as he heard this: "Sister, I'll go by myself, I can. Is the doctor in the office?"
Han Xiaomei nodded and smiled.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s a psychological effect. Two days ago, she was still a loving, loving little girl who can get along with each other naturally. Suddenly, she seemed to have an indescribable change in language, and she could take away the ward with every move. Oxygen, which is already very thin, makes it even more difficult for people to breathe.
"It's the doctor who usually rounds the ward. You know his surname is Li." Han Xiaomei watched Bu Wei walk out of the ward, and suddenly added: "You can go to him directly after you pass."
The girl turned her head, thanked Han Xiaomei earnestly, and opened the door to go out.
Click.
Han Xiaomei maintained that action, staying still.
Three seconds later, it was as if a switch was turned on. She stepped forward and opened the door a crack, poked her head out, making sure that Bu Wei was walking towards the nurse's station at the end of the corridor. Then she immediately closed the door of the ward, pulled up the curtain on the glass of the door frame, turned around and rushed to the locked bedside table, took out two hairpins from the police uniform pants pocket, and pierced the keyhole and twisted it a few times. .
With a slight click, the lock cylinder bounced off.
Bu Wei's red schoolbag was quietly placed in the bedside table.
Every time Han Xiaomei’s heartbeat hurts the flesh in her throat, she keeps looking back and pays attention to the movement at the door of the ward, while shaking hands to open the bag chain and turn it over a few times, and finally touched Yan Xiu. Explain what she was looking for--
A bunch of house keys.
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"Dr. Li has an operation, and he won't be able to come back until after get off work. Are you looking for something with him?"
There are people coming and going at the nurse station. Bu Wei is still wearing a white floral nightdress, with her hands politely folded in front of her, her expression on her face seems to change suddenly.
"Is there any question to ask the doctor?" The head nurse looked at her with concern: "How about I call you?"
"..." Bu Wei took a half step back--but that was only half a step. Immediately afterwards, she seemed to have controlled her emotions, with a slight smile on her face, and nodded to the head nurse: "It's okay, thank you sister, then I will talk about it tomorrow!"
"Hey, you..."
What else does the head nurse want to ask? The girl has turned around and walked quickly across the corridor. She came to the door of the ward, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open without hesitation. The force was so strong that the door panel made a sound in the air——
Huh!
A tall, thin and quiet figure turned its back to her, sitting in the armchair in front of the hospital bed, gently turning over a page of the picture book in his hand.
Bu Wei's pupils suddenly dilated.
"Hello, I am Lu Chengjiang consultant of Jianning City Bureau." Jiang Ting closed the picture album and turned around: "I hope you will answer a few questions with you."
Jiang Ting's gaze and the girl looked at each other in the air. This side angle from bottom to top made them reflect the most similar half of each other's eyes. Obviously it is midsummer, but the air seems to have condensed into the most piercing icy ballast, crushing the spine inch by inch from the tailbone to the back of the head.
Bu Wei's breathing became a bit rapid, but Jiang Ting seemed to be unaware, watching her slightly tilt his head to the hospital bed, and said:
"Sit down."
Meanwhile, the hospital is downstairs.
Han Xiaomei rushed down the steps, panting on her knees, and just raised her head and looked left and right, a Phaeton stopped in front of her silently from the crowd.
The window of the co-pilot was lowered, revealing Yan Xiu's stern face: "Get in the car."