Breaking Through the Clouds
Chapter 108
It was still dark, and at some point Lu Ju woke up and heard the phone ringing in the outer room.
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
He knew who it was.
As if repeating it a thousand times, he rolled over and got out of bed, stepping on the cold floor tiles with his old and swollen bare feet.Outside the window was the whistling black wind of the twelfth lunar month, whistling and whistling, which covered up almost no sound of his footsteps; he pushed open the door, and heard a long rubbing sound from the bedroom's lack of lubrication door hinge.
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
The phone glowed red in the dark, blinking.
He stood in front of the jumping red dot, staring at the telephone, feeling that his fat body seemed to melt into the winter night and turn into nothingness and cold vapor.
"Go on," he heard a high-pitched voice say, "Go on—"
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
With a click, Bureau Lu picked up the receiver.
Just like an old-fashioned tape recorder is clicked and the playback button is pressed, the tape starts to spin, just like it has been repeated thousands of times, there are crying and laughing shouts from the phone, countless sharp hooks rushing into the ear holes, digging desperately His eardrum:
"I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for Jiang Ting, old Lu—"
"I killed him, I killed them, Lao Lu—"
Director Lu stood in front of the telephone, he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked.He heard a snake-like movement behind him, the cold breath getting closer and closer, and then a rotten hand rested on his slack and fleshy shoulder, and the crying on the phone suddenly became clear. Clearly behind the ear:
"Why cover me with the flag?"
Bureau Lu stared forward, let go of his hand, and the microphone fell to the ground like a dying head after being hanged.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Did I tell you specifically?"
"Why put a flag on me? Why? Why—"
Don't look back, he thought, don't look back.But the irresistible force in the dark forced him to turn his neck inch by inch, and saw the purple face clinging to his back that was bleeding from the seven orifices. Its bruised lips were still opening and closing, crying out sternly:
"Why put a flag on me—"
"what!"
Lu Ju woke up suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality for a moment.
Dingling, ringing—the office was empty, the phone on the desk was still ringing, and the caller ID was Secretary Zhang.
"..." Director Lu answered the phone with a hoarse voice: "Hello?"
"Hey Director Lu, Deputy Qin needs your opinion and confirmation on some routine reports within the detachment, is that okay?"
The chubby old bureau chief closed his eyes and felt his eardrums still buzzing, and the cold sweat had soaked the hurdling vest under his white shirt.After more than ten seconds, he finally tried his best to stabilize his breathing, his heartbeat was still throbbing in his throat, and there was a faint needle-like pain in his chest.
"Yes." Director Lu finally spoke steadily, "Let Qin Chuan in."
He clicked off the phone.
·
"Room 701, Block A, Building 301, Botaoyuan Community," Yan Xie slammed the car door behind him, blocked the sun with his hands, looked up at the dusty residential building carefully, narrowed his eyes and said, "This place where Yue Guangping lives is not good. land."
The old-fashioned residential building has only six floors, and the balconies above the third floor are all open. When you look up, you can see colorful sheets and quilts, shorts, diapers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and cardboard sundries.The air-conditioning boxes of every household are hung outside the wall, and the rainwater has rusted the air-conditioning brackets. There are several yellow rust spots neatly hanging on the balcony of every household.
The taxi slid away, and Jiang Ting stepped forward, also looking up at [-]'s balcony, which was particularly eye-catching because of its emptiness.
Yan Xie turned to Qi Sihao, "Yue Guangping has been dead for almost three years, and the house hasn't been sold yet?"
Qi Sihao was a little nervous these two days, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap everywhere, nodded and gave a vague "huh" when he heard this.
"No one lives there? Is it empty?"
"Yue Guangping has no relatives here." Jiang Ting answered his question, "His hometown is not in Gongzhou, and his wife passed away very early. It is said that he can't have children, so he has no children. Usually there is an elderly nanny at home. It was his old family, who had gone back to the countryside to take their grandson some time before his accident."
Yan Yan said casually: "Damn it, this is really enough..."
He wanted to say that he was really lonely, but then he thought about it, it's always bad to talk about the dead casually, so he swallowed the words abruptly, and patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder with a smile:
"Come on, go up."
The corridors are narrow and full of sundries, and the rusty iron door of Room [-] is sealed.Yan Xie stabbed twice to tear off the seal, and signaled to Qi Sihao who was holding the key: "Open the door."
The key was stolen from the file box of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau and was assigned temporarily. Qi Sihao had no choice but to go up and open the door.With creaking and piercing sounds, the iron and wooden doors opened one after another, and the nightmare-like living room three years ago reappeared in front of Jiang Ting—only this time there was no dead body on the ground, only the technical detective drew it with white chalk. of a figure.
"Cough cough cough..."
Floating dust is flying, the light is dim, and the furniture and furnishings are all dusty in the static years.Yan Xie took the lead to get in the door, stood in the middle of the living room, looked around, although the area was spacious, but it was obviously decorated in the 90s of the last century, and touched his chin twice.
No wonder Jiang Ting chose to trust Yue Guangping and confessed all the secrets to him.
Looking at the standard of living, Yue Guangping is obviously an old man living alone who relies solely on salary allowances, holiday expenses, heating expenses, etc. Compared with ordinary people, his economic conditions should be considered extremely superior, but there is still a considerable distance from the "rich".
"Your technical investigation work is rough enough." Yan Xie suddenly discovered something, and finally he was able to leave Jiang Ting's words of teasing Jianning back to Gongzhou intact, and turned to ask Qi Sihao: "Why is this at the scene?" It’s clean and there’s not even a physical evidence mark, so they’ve all been withdrawn?”
Qi Sihao finally took off his sunglasses indoors, and looked at him in embarrassment: "But, this is not the scene."
Yan Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses.
"Deputy Mayor Yue's death has always been said to be a heart attack, so..."
Since it's a heart attack, there's no need to even investigate it. Drawing a human figure is already more responsible for the technical investigation.
Jiang Ting was wearing gloves, and slowly knelt on the ground, staring fixedly at the human figure outlined in white chalk under his feet, and stretched out his hand to stroke the ground lightly, as if he was stroking the old deputy mayor's corpse that could not rest in peace.His hair was already a bit long, and his bangs covered his eyes, and from the angle of Yan Yan from top to bottom, he couldn't see the shimmering light in his eyes clearly.
"That's how he was lying here on his back." Jiang Ting said indifferently, "The face is cyanotic, the lips are blue, and there is vomit around... staring straight ahead, and he didn't close his eyes until the end."
Yan Yan squatted down, "You told me that Yue Guangping was wearing a sweater and long johns when he died?"
Jiang Ting nodded and remained silent.
——It is not so much Jiang Ting's strong psychological quality that he can still notice the details of the corpse's surface under such a frightening and tense situation, but rather his professional instinct as a criminal investigation expert that has penetrated into the bone marrow.
"Do you remember any other details?" Yan Yan asked without any hope.
"Not much more." Jiang Ting gave a weary wry smile, "I was in a very bad physical condition at the time, and in addition to the sudden change, I heard the sirens... In order not to leave footprints and fingerprints, I didn't even enter the threshold. "
He paused for a while, then suddenly remembered something, pointed to the foot of the coffee table in front of the sofa: "By the way, there was an overturned ashtray on the ground at that time."
--ashtray?
"Could it be that someone used an ashtray as a murder weapon to kill him?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "But the body's appearance is obviously poisoned."
"I don't know. It may be that the coffee table was knocked crookedly, and the ashtray slipped off the table and fell to the ground; it may also be picked up by the passionate murderer as a murder weapon, and then thrown on the ground casually. The traces caused are completely different, but I only looked at it from a distance and couldn't tell the difference."
Yan Xie nodded in thought, and suddenly said: "It is also possible that the murderer just cleaned out the cigarette butt with his own DNA from the ashtray."
Jiang Ting's eyebrows twitched.
"A skinny elderly man wearing long johns will not look very good. Even if he is meeting guests at home, the possibility of the visitor being a woman is very small. If it is replaced by a close male acquaintance, the two will sit on the sofa and talk at the same time. While smoking, it almost makes sense." Speaking of this, Yan Xie looked up at Jiang Ting, then at Qi Sihao, and raised his chin: "Do you know that Yue Guangping has a very close male acquaintance?"
Qi Sihao was at a loss.
"As far as I know, no." Jiang Ting suddenly paused, seemed a little weird, and then said slowly: "Unless there is someone..."
Yan Xie asked, "Who?"
"……I."
They looked at each other for a moment, Yan Yan stood up and thumped his thigh: "This joke is not only not funny, but I also don't believe it."
Jiang Ting exhaled bitterly.
"Go into the back room and have a look," Yan Yan pulled Jiang Ting up by his arms, as if nothing had happened, and even patted his butt: "Cases, cabinets, wardrobe drawers, any paper with words, for hospitality Teacups of tea—maybe we can find some clues."
However, it turned out that Yan Xie was thinking too much. After Yue Guangping's accident, his house must have been raided, not to mention sensitive items such as diaries, notes, notes, and even newspapers, magazines and books.
This is a house with four bedrooms and one living room, which is divided into master bedroom, study room, tea room and nanny bedroom. There is a tape recorder next to the bed in the bedroom, and a few boxes of old tapes piled up next to it.Yan Xie put the tapes in the tape recorder and tried them one by one. Most of them were completely damaged and could no longer be listened to. Only one or two cassettes could still be played, but they were all just ordinary old tapes without any message left.
But it’s true—— Yan Yan thought in the melodious and sweet "When will you come again".
This kind of audio-visual product can still be left in the hands of the K of Spades. It must have been checked. The reason why it was not packed away should be that there is a tape recorder at the scene but no tape. It will look weird.
Yan Xie stood up from the bed, looked around the master bedroom, and casually opened the large closet against the wall.
Yue Guangping's wardrobe is similar to that of any senior police cadre, with dark blue police uniforms, uniform white shirts, two or three belts with the police badge stamped on them, several blue and gray scarves issued by the public security system; Tailor-made suits and coats for formal occasions.
There are cufflinks, tie clips, watch winders and other things in the small drawer inside the wardrobe. Yan Xie opened the watch winder and saw that there was a Rolex Black Water Ghost, a Tudor steel watch, and a watch that was worn most by daily wear. Longines leather strap with steel face.
Yan Yan didn't know what it was like, so he took a long breath and gently put the watch winder back in the drawer.
There was nothing to be found in the closet, and the elderly wore the most hurdle white vests under their shirts.Yan Yan had given up any hope, flipped through it casually, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something, "Huh?"
——A yellow dust bag hangs in the deepest part of the closet.
Pull down the zipper of the dust bag, and inside is a brand new windbreaker.
"Jiang Ting!" Yan Yan said loudly, "Jiang Ting! Come and have a look!"
Jiang Ting was rummaging in the study, his shirt cuffs were rolled up on his elbows, when he heard this, he walked into the master bedroom: "What's wrong?—This is..."
Yan Yan slammed the clothes and the dust bag onto the bed.
It was a Burberry black men's trench coat, which was also covered with a brand new white shirt, tie, belt and black trousers, all of which were matched with the brand as a complete set.Yan Yan seemed to have expected something, turned around and dug out from the bottom of the closet, and as expected brought out a brand new shoe box, opened it to reveal men's formal leather shoes, exuding the unique smell of fine leather.
"..." Jiang Ting bent down to look at the size of the clothes, and said, "Yue Guangping can't wear size 52, it's too big."
"These shoes are a size 42. The pair of leather shoes he left at the door are a size 40. They are too big in comparison. The whole set is not his." Yan Xie unwrapped the dust bag and signaled to Jiang Ting: "Look, this windbreaker has leather decorations on the back collar and cuffs. It is an upgraded version of his classic model. The price should be in the early [-]. Add a shirt, trousers, tie belt, and shoes, and the complete set is estimated to be [-]." Five or so, far exceeding Yue Guangping's consumption level."
Jiang Ting crossed his arms, "I can only tell that the whole outfit is very new..."
"Yes, and the design style is relatively young. It is more suitable between the ages of 40 and [-]. The old man Yue Guangping wears it too abruptly."
Both of them looked at the thick dust bag on the bed, and neither of them made a sound for a while.
"—Could he be planning to buy it as a gift?" Yan Xie took a breath and said suddenly.
Jiang Ting raised his eyes: "To whom?"
Indeed, at the level of deputy mayor, if you go higher, gifts and cash are already too simple and rude means to be put on the table.Besides, if you really want to give a gift, it will not be so neat, and the price tags and packaging of the clothes and trousers are removed, as if you are afraid of adding trouble to the recipient of the gift.
"Can't you see?" Yan Mo wondered.
Jiang Ting shrugged blankly.
"Isn't it obvious?" Yan Yan stretched out his hand and gestured: "A full set of formal suits, the colors and styles have obviously been carefully selected, and the expensive ones were bought, and they were matched with a tie and shoes...An elderly man gave this to someone as a gift. , I can only think of one situation with a normal person's way of thinking."
Jiang Ting: "?"
"Father."
Jiang Ting was stunned.
"The son has just grown up, just graduated, or just entered the society to develop his career. As a parent, prepare a full set of high-end formal clothes for him, and entrust him with encouragement and wishes. This is a normal way of thinking. Of course, it can also be replaced by a nephew or a son-in-law. This is the same reason as the mother took out the jewelry at the bottom of the box and gave it to her daughter before she got married." Yan Xie didn't turn his mind for a moment, and said with a smile: "Why can't you even think about this..."
Then his words stopped abruptly.
The room was suffocatingly quiet.
Three seconds later, Yan Yan smiled nonchalantly: "You really can't imagine that Yue Guangping has relatives like nephews and nephews?"
Jiang Ting didn't speak, only heard the sound of quiet breathing, Yan Xie didn't dare to look back at his expression.
"Hmm... This is the first time I know this." Jiang Ting said slowly after a while, "I will remember when your nephew or nephew graduates from college."
A hot emotion surged through my heart, my internal organs trembled slightly from being ironed, and even my breath had a strange shudder.
"...Okay," Yan Yan tried his best to make his voice sound natural and smooth, as if nothing happened, and said with a smile: "Then we both have to remember."
"That's a good wish." Jiang Ting smiled slightly and said, "But I really don't know if Yue Guangping has any nephews in Gongzhou, if they are juniors of his comrades-in-arms or relatives in his hometown, then I can't tell... But there must be one person who knows Yue Guangping's interpersonal relationship very well."
Yan Mo couldn't help asking: "Who?"
Jiang Ting said, "He went back to the nanny in his hometown."
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The old nanny, Xi Hanxiang, is called Aunt Xi among the neighbors.Jiang Ting only met a few times when he visited the leader's house during the holidays. He knew that this aunt was about 60 years old and was a distant relative of Yue Guangping's hometown.
They say they are relatives, but in fact, the people in the village are separated by eight hundred miles. Xi Hanxiang has worked in Yue Guangping's family for about eight or nine years.Yue Guangping's wife passed away early, and he hasn't remarried for so many years. According to Jiang Ting's usual observation, he and Aunt Xi, who is as strong as a black-faced door god and has a loud voice, should be ordinary employers. story.
But after all these years of live-in nanny, if there is anyone in the world who knows more about Yue Guangping's kinship, Xi Hanxiang is the only one.
When leaving Yue Guangping's house, Yan Xie took a photo of the suit, put it back in the dust bag, and hung it back in the deepest part of the closet.
Jiang Ting went downstairs first to call a car, Yan Xie closed the wardrobe door, stared at the door handle that had been peeled off due to long-term use, and let out a sigh of relief, thinking: I haven't given Jiang Ting a present yet.
In Jiang Ting's current state of mind, his need for material things is very weak. Yan Xie thought about it, but he never thought that he had paid special attention to anything. The only thing that showed obvious love was the few Pu'er tea cakes.
It's really a thermos cup--Thinking of this, Yan Xie felt a mixture of sweet and sour emotions in his heart.
"When everything is settled, Jiang Ting will be able to appear in front of everyone in a dignified manner. I will definitely prepare him from head to toe." Yan Xie thought: "Although I still know too little about him, I still don't know much about him. I can’t tell what he likes to eat and do, and I don’t know what clothing material, style and color he likes, but when the time comes, we can find out slowly, and we can always find out clearly.”
As he thought about it, Qi Sihao poked his head in and asked, "How about it, can we go?"
"Oh." Yan Yan turned around and asked casually, "Where's Team Jiang?"
Qi Sihao shrunk his head, put on his sunglasses and mask again nervously, and said vaguely: "It's downstairs, I've already got a taxi."
Yan Xie nodded, and went out with Qi Sihao, watching him lock the door as it was.
"I'm going home later, my wife is already asking." Qi Sihao kept looking around as long as he was outside, always worried that someone might rush out on the side of the road to stab him with a knife at any time: "I have to deal with it." My wife, get a change of clothes and be out in 10 minutes - can you wait for me in the car? Don't leave me alone outside."
Yan Mo sighed: "Okay."
Only then did Qi Sihao feel relieved, and he emphasized: "My home is not far away, it's in a nearby community, and it's on the way to the hotel."
Yan Xie nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "Where does Captain Jiang live?"
"what?"
Yan Yan suddenly became interested, and said that he knew nothing about Jiang Ting's life in Gongzhou before, so he asked: "Your Jiang team will not still live in the police dormitory, will he buy a house?"
"You asked this suddenly..." Qi Sihao was stunned for a while, scratching his chin: "I really don't know. Team Jiang works seven days a week, and doesn't participate in group activities during holidays, let alone invite people home for dinner or something. No one here should know where he lives."
At this time, they had already reached the exit of the community, and Jiang Ting was standing beside the taxi facing them.
"Okay," Yan Yan ordered casually: "Then you can go to the Police Office and help me to have a look."
Then he couldn't help speeding up his pace, facing Jiang Ting.
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
He knew who it was.
As if repeating it a thousand times, he rolled over and got out of bed, stepping on the cold floor tiles with his old and swollen bare feet.Outside the window was the whistling black wind of the twelfth lunar month, whistling and whistling, which covered up almost no sound of his footsteps; he pushed open the door, and heard a long rubbing sound from the bedroom's lack of lubrication door hinge.
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
The phone glowed red in the dark, blinking.
He stood in front of the jumping red dot, staring at the telephone, feeling that his fat body seemed to melt into the winter night and turn into nothingness and cold vapor.
"Go on," he heard a high-pitched voice say, "Go on—"
Jingle bell--
Jingle bell--
With a click, Bureau Lu picked up the receiver.
Just like an old-fashioned tape recorder is clicked and the playback button is pressed, the tape starts to spin, just like it has been repeated thousands of times, there are crying and laughing shouts from the phone, countless sharp hooks rushing into the ear holes, digging desperately His eardrum:
"I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for Jiang Ting, old Lu—"
"I killed him, I killed them, Lao Lu—"
Director Lu stood in front of the telephone, he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked.He heard a snake-like movement behind him, the cold breath getting closer and closer, and then a rotten hand rested on his slack and fleshy shoulder, and the crying on the phone suddenly became clear. Clearly behind the ear:
"Why cover me with the flag?"
Bureau Lu stared forward, let go of his hand, and the microphone fell to the ground like a dying head after being hanged.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Did I tell you specifically?"
"Why put a flag on me? Why? Why—"
Don't look back, he thought, don't look back.But the irresistible force in the dark forced him to turn his neck inch by inch, and saw the purple face clinging to his back that was bleeding from the seven orifices. Its bruised lips were still opening and closing, crying out sternly:
"Why put a flag on me—"
"what!"
Lu Ju woke up suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality for a moment.
Dingling, ringing—the office was empty, the phone on the desk was still ringing, and the caller ID was Secretary Zhang.
"..." Director Lu answered the phone with a hoarse voice: "Hello?"
"Hey Director Lu, Deputy Qin needs your opinion and confirmation on some routine reports within the detachment, is that okay?"
The chubby old bureau chief closed his eyes and felt his eardrums still buzzing, and the cold sweat had soaked the hurdling vest under his white shirt.After more than ten seconds, he finally tried his best to stabilize his breathing, his heartbeat was still throbbing in his throat, and there was a faint needle-like pain in his chest.
"Yes." Director Lu finally spoke steadily, "Let Qin Chuan in."
He clicked off the phone.
·
"Room 701, Block A, Building 301, Botaoyuan Community," Yan Xie slammed the car door behind him, blocked the sun with his hands, looked up at the dusty residential building carefully, narrowed his eyes and said, "This place where Yue Guangping lives is not good. land."
The old-fashioned residential building has only six floors, and the balconies above the third floor are all open. When you look up, you can see colorful sheets and quilts, shorts, diapers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and cardboard sundries.The air-conditioning boxes of every household are hung outside the wall, and the rainwater has rusted the air-conditioning brackets. There are several yellow rust spots neatly hanging on the balcony of every household.
The taxi slid away, and Jiang Ting stepped forward, also looking up at [-]'s balcony, which was particularly eye-catching because of its emptiness.
Yan Xie turned to Qi Sihao, "Yue Guangping has been dead for almost three years, and the house hasn't been sold yet?"
Qi Sihao was a little nervous these two days, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap everywhere, nodded and gave a vague "huh" when he heard this.
"No one lives there? Is it empty?"
"Yue Guangping has no relatives here." Jiang Ting answered his question, "His hometown is not in Gongzhou, and his wife passed away very early. It is said that he can't have children, so he has no children. Usually there is an elderly nanny at home. It was his old family, who had gone back to the countryside to take their grandson some time before his accident."
Yan Yan said casually: "Damn it, this is really enough..."
He wanted to say that he was really lonely, but then he thought about it, it's always bad to talk about the dead casually, so he swallowed the words abruptly, and patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder with a smile:
"Come on, go up."
The corridors are narrow and full of sundries, and the rusty iron door of Room [-] is sealed.Yan Xie stabbed twice to tear off the seal, and signaled to Qi Sihao who was holding the key: "Open the door."
The key was stolen from the file box of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau and was assigned temporarily. Qi Sihao had no choice but to go up and open the door.With creaking and piercing sounds, the iron and wooden doors opened one after another, and the nightmare-like living room three years ago reappeared in front of Jiang Ting—only this time there was no dead body on the ground, only the technical detective drew it with white chalk. of a figure.
"Cough cough cough..."
Floating dust is flying, the light is dim, and the furniture and furnishings are all dusty in the static years.Yan Xie took the lead to get in the door, stood in the middle of the living room, looked around, although the area was spacious, but it was obviously decorated in the 90s of the last century, and touched his chin twice.
No wonder Jiang Ting chose to trust Yue Guangping and confessed all the secrets to him.
Looking at the standard of living, Yue Guangping is obviously an old man living alone who relies solely on salary allowances, holiday expenses, heating expenses, etc. Compared with ordinary people, his economic conditions should be considered extremely superior, but there is still a considerable distance from the "rich".
"Your technical investigation work is rough enough." Yan Xie suddenly discovered something, and finally he was able to leave Jiang Ting's words of teasing Jianning back to Gongzhou intact, and turned to ask Qi Sihao: "Why is this at the scene?" It’s clean and there’s not even a physical evidence mark, so they’ve all been withdrawn?”
Qi Sihao finally took off his sunglasses indoors, and looked at him in embarrassment: "But, this is not the scene."
Yan Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses.
"Deputy Mayor Yue's death has always been said to be a heart attack, so..."
Since it's a heart attack, there's no need to even investigate it. Drawing a human figure is already more responsible for the technical investigation.
Jiang Ting was wearing gloves, and slowly knelt on the ground, staring fixedly at the human figure outlined in white chalk under his feet, and stretched out his hand to stroke the ground lightly, as if he was stroking the old deputy mayor's corpse that could not rest in peace.His hair was already a bit long, and his bangs covered his eyes, and from the angle of Yan Yan from top to bottom, he couldn't see the shimmering light in his eyes clearly.
"That's how he was lying here on his back." Jiang Ting said indifferently, "The face is cyanotic, the lips are blue, and there is vomit around... staring straight ahead, and he didn't close his eyes until the end."
Yan Yan squatted down, "You told me that Yue Guangping was wearing a sweater and long johns when he died?"
Jiang Ting nodded and remained silent.
——It is not so much Jiang Ting's strong psychological quality that he can still notice the details of the corpse's surface under such a frightening and tense situation, but rather his professional instinct as a criminal investigation expert that has penetrated into the bone marrow.
"Do you remember any other details?" Yan Yan asked without any hope.
"Not much more." Jiang Ting gave a weary wry smile, "I was in a very bad physical condition at the time, and in addition to the sudden change, I heard the sirens... In order not to leave footprints and fingerprints, I didn't even enter the threshold. "
He paused for a while, then suddenly remembered something, pointed to the foot of the coffee table in front of the sofa: "By the way, there was an overturned ashtray on the ground at that time."
--ashtray?
"Could it be that someone used an ashtray as a murder weapon to kill him?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "But the body's appearance is obviously poisoned."
"I don't know. It may be that the coffee table was knocked crookedly, and the ashtray slipped off the table and fell to the ground; it may also be picked up by the passionate murderer as a murder weapon, and then thrown on the ground casually. The traces caused are completely different, but I only looked at it from a distance and couldn't tell the difference."
Yan Xie nodded in thought, and suddenly said: "It is also possible that the murderer just cleaned out the cigarette butt with his own DNA from the ashtray."
Jiang Ting's eyebrows twitched.
"A skinny elderly man wearing long johns will not look very good. Even if he is meeting guests at home, the possibility of the visitor being a woman is very small. If it is replaced by a close male acquaintance, the two will sit on the sofa and talk at the same time. While smoking, it almost makes sense." Speaking of this, Yan Xie looked up at Jiang Ting, then at Qi Sihao, and raised his chin: "Do you know that Yue Guangping has a very close male acquaintance?"
Qi Sihao was at a loss.
"As far as I know, no." Jiang Ting suddenly paused, seemed a little weird, and then said slowly: "Unless there is someone..."
Yan Xie asked, "Who?"
"……I."
They looked at each other for a moment, Yan Yan stood up and thumped his thigh: "This joke is not only not funny, but I also don't believe it."
Jiang Ting exhaled bitterly.
"Go into the back room and have a look," Yan Yan pulled Jiang Ting up by his arms, as if nothing had happened, and even patted his butt: "Cases, cabinets, wardrobe drawers, any paper with words, for hospitality Teacups of tea—maybe we can find some clues."
However, it turned out that Yan Xie was thinking too much. After Yue Guangping's accident, his house must have been raided, not to mention sensitive items such as diaries, notes, notes, and even newspapers, magazines and books.
This is a house with four bedrooms and one living room, which is divided into master bedroom, study room, tea room and nanny bedroom. There is a tape recorder next to the bed in the bedroom, and a few boxes of old tapes piled up next to it.Yan Xie put the tapes in the tape recorder and tried them one by one. Most of them were completely damaged and could no longer be listened to. Only one or two cassettes could still be played, but they were all just ordinary old tapes without any message left.
But it’s true—— Yan Yan thought in the melodious and sweet "When will you come again".
This kind of audio-visual product can still be left in the hands of the K of Spades. It must have been checked. The reason why it was not packed away should be that there is a tape recorder at the scene but no tape. It will look weird.
Yan Xie stood up from the bed, looked around the master bedroom, and casually opened the large closet against the wall.
Yue Guangping's wardrobe is similar to that of any senior police cadre, with dark blue police uniforms, uniform white shirts, two or three belts with the police badge stamped on them, several blue and gray scarves issued by the public security system; Tailor-made suits and coats for formal occasions.
There are cufflinks, tie clips, watch winders and other things in the small drawer inside the wardrobe. Yan Xie opened the watch winder and saw that there was a Rolex Black Water Ghost, a Tudor steel watch, and a watch that was worn most by daily wear. Longines leather strap with steel face.
Yan Yan didn't know what it was like, so he took a long breath and gently put the watch winder back in the drawer.
There was nothing to be found in the closet, and the elderly wore the most hurdle white vests under their shirts.Yan Yan had given up any hope, flipped through it casually, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something, "Huh?"
——A yellow dust bag hangs in the deepest part of the closet.
Pull down the zipper of the dust bag, and inside is a brand new windbreaker.
"Jiang Ting!" Yan Yan said loudly, "Jiang Ting! Come and have a look!"
Jiang Ting was rummaging in the study, his shirt cuffs were rolled up on his elbows, when he heard this, he walked into the master bedroom: "What's wrong?—This is..."
Yan Yan slammed the clothes and the dust bag onto the bed.
It was a Burberry black men's trench coat, which was also covered with a brand new white shirt, tie, belt and black trousers, all of which were matched with the brand as a complete set.Yan Yan seemed to have expected something, turned around and dug out from the bottom of the closet, and as expected brought out a brand new shoe box, opened it to reveal men's formal leather shoes, exuding the unique smell of fine leather.
"..." Jiang Ting bent down to look at the size of the clothes, and said, "Yue Guangping can't wear size 52, it's too big."
"These shoes are a size 42. The pair of leather shoes he left at the door are a size 40. They are too big in comparison. The whole set is not his." Yan Xie unwrapped the dust bag and signaled to Jiang Ting: "Look, this windbreaker has leather decorations on the back collar and cuffs. It is an upgraded version of his classic model. The price should be in the early [-]. Add a shirt, trousers, tie belt, and shoes, and the complete set is estimated to be [-]." Five or so, far exceeding Yue Guangping's consumption level."
Jiang Ting crossed his arms, "I can only tell that the whole outfit is very new..."
"Yes, and the design style is relatively young. It is more suitable between the ages of 40 and [-]. The old man Yue Guangping wears it too abruptly."
Both of them looked at the thick dust bag on the bed, and neither of them made a sound for a while.
"—Could he be planning to buy it as a gift?" Yan Xie took a breath and said suddenly.
Jiang Ting raised his eyes: "To whom?"
Indeed, at the level of deputy mayor, if you go higher, gifts and cash are already too simple and rude means to be put on the table.Besides, if you really want to give a gift, it will not be so neat, and the price tags and packaging of the clothes and trousers are removed, as if you are afraid of adding trouble to the recipient of the gift.
"Can't you see?" Yan Mo wondered.
Jiang Ting shrugged blankly.
"Isn't it obvious?" Yan Yan stretched out his hand and gestured: "A full set of formal suits, the colors and styles have obviously been carefully selected, and the expensive ones were bought, and they were matched with a tie and shoes...An elderly man gave this to someone as a gift. , I can only think of one situation with a normal person's way of thinking."
Jiang Ting: "?"
"Father."
Jiang Ting was stunned.
"The son has just grown up, just graduated, or just entered the society to develop his career. As a parent, prepare a full set of high-end formal clothes for him, and entrust him with encouragement and wishes. This is a normal way of thinking. Of course, it can also be replaced by a nephew or a son-in-law. This is the same reason as the mother took out the jewelry at the bottom of the box and gave it to her daughter before she got married." Yan Xie didn't turn his mind for a moment, and said with a smile: "Why can't you even think about this..."
Then his words stopped abruptly.
The room was suffocatingly quiet.
Three seconds later, Yan Yan smiled nonchalantly: "You really can't imagine that Yue Guangping has relatives like nephews and nephews?"
Jiang Ting didn't speak, only heard the sound of quiet breathing, Yan Xie didn't dare to look back at his expression.
"Hmm... This is the first time I know this." Jiang Ting said slowly after a while, "I will remember when your nephew or nephew graduates from college."
A hot emotion surged through my heart, my internal organs trembled slightly from being ironed, and even my breath had a strange shudder.
"...Okay," Yan Yan tried his best to make his voice sound natural and smooth, as if nothing happened, and said with a smile: "Then we both have to remember."
"That's a good wish." Jiang Ting smiled slightly and said, "But I really don't know if Yue Guangping has any nephews in Gongzhou, if they are juniors of his comrades-in-arms or relatives in his hometown, then I can't tell... But there must be one person who knows Yue Guangping's interpersonal relationship very well."
Yan Mo couldn't help asking: "Who?"
Jiang Ting said, "He went back to the nanny in his hometown."
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The old nanny, Xi Hanxiang, is called Aunt Xi among the neighbors.Jiang Ting only met a few times when he visited the leader's house during the holidays. He knew that this aunt was about 60 years old and was a distant relative of Yue Guangping's hometown.
They say they are relatives, but in fact, the people in the village are separated by eight hundred miles. Xi Hanxiang has worked in Yue Guangping's family for about eight or nine years.Yue Guangping's wife passed away early, and he hasn't remarried for so many years. According to Jiang Ting's usual observation, he and Aunt Xi, who is as strong as a black-faced door god and has a loud voice, should be ordinary employers. story.
But after all these years of live-in nanny, if there is anyone in the world who knows more about Yue Guangping's kinship, Xi Hanxiang is the only one.
When leaving Yue Guangping's house, Yan Xie took a photo of the suit, put it back in the dust bag, and hung it back in the deepest part of the closet.
Jiang Ting went downstairs first to call a car, Yan Xie closed the wardrobe door, stared at the door handle that had been peeled off due to long-term use, and let out a sigh of relief, thinking: I haven't given Jiang Ting a present yet.
In Jiang Ting's current state of mind, his need for material things is very weak. Yan Xie thought about it, but he never thought that he had paid special attention to anything. The only thing that showed obvious love was the few Pu'er tea cakes.
It's really a thermos cup--Thinking of this, Yan Xie felt a mixture of sweet and sour emotions in his heart.
"When everything is settled, Jiang Ting will be able to appear in front of everyone in a dignified manner. I will definitely prepare him from head to toe." Yan Xie thought: "Although I still know too little about him, I still don't know much about him. I can’t tell what he likes to eat and do, and I don’t know what clothing material, style and color he likes, but when the time comes, we can find out slowly, and we can always find out clearly.”
As he thought about it, Qi Sihao poked his head in and asked, "How about it, can we go?"
"Oh." Yan Yan turned around and asked casually, "Where's Team Jiang?"
Qi Sihao shrunk his head, put on his sunglasses and mask again nervously, and said vaguely: "It's downstairs, I've already got a taxi."
Yan Xie nodded, and went out with Qi Sihao, watching him lock the door as it was.
"I'm going home later, my wife is already asking." Qi Sihao kept looking around as long as he was outside, always worried that someone might rush out on the side of the road to stab him with a knife at any time: "I have to deal with it." My wife, get a change of clothes and be out in 10 minutes - can you wait for me in the car? Don't leave me alone outside."
Yan Mo sighed: "Okay."
Only then did Qi Sihao feel relieved, and he emphasized: "My home is not far away, it's in a nearby community, and it's on the way to the hotel."
Yan Xie nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "Where does Captain Jiang live?"
"what?"
Yan Yan suddenly became interested, and said that he knew nothing about Jiang Ting's life in Gongzhou before, so he asked: "Your Jiang team will not still live in the police dormitory, will he buy a house?"
"You asked this suddenly..." Qi Sihao was stunned for a while, scratching his chin: "I really don't know. Team Jiang works seven days a week, and doesn't participate in group activities during holidays, let alone invite people home for dinner or something. No one here should know where he lives."
At this time, they had already reached the exit of the community, and Jiang Ting was standing beside the taxi facing them.
"Okay," Yan Yan ordered casually: "Then you can go to the Police Office and help me to have a look."
Then he couldn't help speeding up his pace, facing Jiang Ting.
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