Breaking Through the Clouds

"Are you drinking my medicinal wine?" Yan Xie's first reaction was, "Why can I push any kind of pot for my medicinal wine?!"

Only Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly, while Yang Mei and Qi Sihao were confused, and they didn't even know what medicinal wine meant.

Fang Zhenghong laughed shortly, and his expression seemed to be full of ruthlessness: "Yan Xie, Director Lu was on your side, but I followed you and was discovered, so I don't know if I jumped into the Yellow River. Besides, here are all your people, so naturally you can deny it as much as you want, even if you say something, these people will only believe you and not me-if this is the case, do you still need to pretend to be confused with me? Isn't the grade too low?"

"..." At this moment, Yan Yan truly felt the injustice of innocent citizens being taken to the criminal investigation detachment for interrogation: "But I really don't know, when did you drink my medicinal wine?!"

Fang Zhenghong said angrily: "Didn't you send it to my house?!"

Yan Yan: "Am I being mean? Why should I give you something?!"

These two people are born cats and dogs, and they will quarrel when they meet.Fortunately, Jiang Ting coughed and asked, "What's going on, Team Fang said slowly."

Fang Zhenghong had always held a strange and reluctant trust in Jiang Ting, and he exhaled fiercely when he heard the words, "It was a year and a half ago when I was injured, and all the departments of the Municipal Bureau sent condolences to my home. Not so—not so—to this boy named Yan—"

They didn't pick their noses and eyes so much, and the two still maintained a harmonious and peaceful working relationship.

"Ah, yes." Yan Yan finally remembered: "At that time, Director Lu ordered everyone to express their condolences, as a team building for that quarter. I was afraid that the price of the gift I randomly selected would be too high, and other departments would not look good. , I casually ordered Ma Xiang or someone to prepare some cheap nutrition or something..."

"What was delivered to my house were two boxes of nutritional supplements and two small bottles of medicinal wine," Fang Zhenghong said angrily, "There is also a handwritten sympathy card from you, Yan Mo, on the medicinal wine."

Yan Yan was furious immediately when he heard the words: "I handwritten something for you? Are you out of your mind, old Fang? After graduating from the police academy, I have never written Chinese characters other than my own name, and I have never received one from Jiang Ting. My handwritten love letter!"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Fang Zhenghong: "..."

Jiang Ting rubbed his temples, "And then?"

"I was not good at traditional Chinese medicine, but after the injury, my muscles and bones were not as good as before. In addition, I was also influenced by the people around me. I know that medicinal wine is still very effective in promoting blood circulation and rheumatism." Fang Zhenghong paused, and admitted with some reluctance : "Although Yan Yan is frivolous, the gifts he gives away are all good things, so when I saw that he sent them, I..."

"You just drink everything," Jiang Ting confirmed.

Fang Zhenghong nodded resentfully.

Jiang Ting and Yan Xie looked at each other, and the latter had a "WTF" style of injustice written all over his face.

"Then you were poisoned immediately?" Jiang Ting asked again.

"I drank a small cup every day, and I didn't feel anything wrong at the beginning, but after a while, I felt uncomfortable in my heart and often had premature beats. I thought this was caused by fatigue, so I gradually reduced my working hours and stopped working. I have to do everything by myself, thinking that I will recover after a while; but the disease has become more and more serious, and I went to the hospital to find out why."

Fang Zhenghong took a breath, shook his head, and said, "I dragged it out for several months until my wife's old acquaintance who studied Chinese medicine came to visit and suggested that I might have ingested toxins from Chinese medicinal materials. I immediately remembered I bought those two bottles of medicinal wine. At that time, there was only the bottom of the second bottle, and my acquaintance took it for a test, and found an extremely trace amount of aconitine, which was not enough to kill."

Aconitine!

Yan Xie and Jiang Ting stood up straight at the same time.

"So you suspect that I poisoned you on purpose?" Yan Yan asked incredulously, "Then why didn't you say so?"

Fang Zhenghong was angry and annoyed: "I said it! I immediately brought the physical evidence to Bureau Lu for a thorough investigation, but do you know how Bureau Lu reacted?!"

A year ago, the Jianning Municipal Bureau——

"He has been very uncooperative with my work and has a lot of personal prejudices! This is his motive for committing the crime!" In the director's office, Fang Zhenghong slammed the big desk and blushed with anger: "Yan Yan It makes sense for such a frivolous and high-profile kid from a rich family to hold a grudge against me for being reprimanded several times, and then intentionally take revenge! Otherwise, how can you explain the obvious aconitine on the test sheet?!"

Director Lu sat behind the desk with no expression on his round face. He didn't speak slowly until Fang Zhenghong finished roaring and venting, "You have no proof, old Fang."

"Why isn't this called evidence? It's obviously—"

"If Aconitum aconitum and Aconitum aconitum are not processed through strict formal procedures, it is common to have traces of aconitine remaining. If this dose of alkaloid toxin is replaced by a normal healthy person, you will not have such a serious disease reaction as you, so it is very It is difficult to prove that Yan Xie poisoned on purpose."

Fang Zhenghong was furious: "You are clearly protecting him, you are clearly..."

"I don't." Lu Ju said quietly, "I'm just explaining the facts. The fact is that you can't prove that this bottle of medicinal wine was a gift from Yan Xie, rather than mixing it yourself."

"..." Fang Zhenghong stared at Director Lu in disbelief, as if he was meeting him for the first time today.

"Old Fang," Director Lu seemed to realize that he was speaking harshly, and changed his tone more moderately: "Although everyone knows that you have conflicts with Yan Yan, I know you well and know that you will not intentionally frame him. I just want to remind you that you must consider two possibilities: the first is that you really have a deep personal prejudice against him, so that you are emotionally biased towards him to harm you; the second is..."

"You are on the same side." Fang Zhenghong stepped back, gritted his teeth and said, "You are on the same side."

Director Lu frowned: "Old Fang—"

"I understand." Fang Zhenghong's complexion changed, and all the angry red tide turned into pale white, his hands were tightly clenched into fists by his side, and he said, "I will prove it to you."

Director Lu got up and raised his hand, as if he wanted to distinguish something, but Fang Zhenghong had already turned around and rushed out the door, and the only answer he had was "Bang!" The door slammed heavily.

……

"I didn't send that." In the hotel room, Yan Yan shook his head with an absurd face, and said, "At that time, I ordered people to buy some supplements, but I definitely didn't ask them to send medicinal wine!"

Fang Zhenghong stared at him coldly.

"Are you kidding? The more people who are familiar with medicinal wine, the more they know that this thing should not be given away casually. If the properties of the medicine conflict with the condition, it will be detrimental to the patient. Besides, I have a normal relationship with the Fang team. If something happens, I can't tell. Don’t you know? Even giving two bottles of melatonin is better than giving medicinal wine!”

This is true.

On the surface, Yan Yan is careless, but in fact he is as careful as a hair; he does have the calmness and arrogance of a rich man, but he also understands many sensitive people and the world.

Sending medicinal wine from an unknown source to his rival at work is too unlike something Yan Xie would do.

Jiang Ting asked, "Who gave it to you?"

Yan Yao paced around twice, then stopped suddenly, took out his cell phone and made a call: "Hello, Ma Xiang?"

"Oh, hello my brother Yan! Brother Yan, you finally have news. Our team misses you very much. When will Consultant Lu need Ma Zai to accompany you during the pregnancy test? You can say hello and order at any time..."

Yan Mao interrupted him: "Fang Zhenghong was injured last summer, Director Lu asked our team to send something to express condolences, who prepared the gift at that time?"

Ma Xiang on the phone was obviously taken aback: "Huh?"

"Who prepared it?!"

"You...you told me to prepare. I was busy and didn't know what to do, so I just bought two boxes of melatonin and two boxes of menopause oral liquid..."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly, and Fang Zhenghong's face turned red again.

It is impossible for Ma Xiang to be "busy and don't know what to do".His small notebook records in detail how much work he has done every day, how many overtime shifts, how much the country owes him for overtime pay, travel expenses, festival expenses, mental damage expenses, and psychological compensation—the so-called "busy and don't know what to do", that is almost what he was doing at the time. I was busy rubbing against the wifi of the Municipal Bureau to make a copy.

Yan Mo rubbed the aching eyebrows: "Did you give Fang Zhenghong your own medicinal wine?!"

"What, no, medicinal wine?" Ma Xiang yelled, "Is that something you can give away casually? Am I such an incomprehensible person?!"

Yan Mao looked at Fang Zhenghong, and the latter's expression also changed.

Jiang Ting stood by the side with folded arms, raised his chin: "Ask how the condolences prepared by Ma Xiang were sent to Fang Zhenghong's house."

"Hey, is that Consultant Lu!" Hearing Jiang Ting's voice, Ma Xiang greeted enthusiastically: "How are you, Consultant Lu! Our whole team misses you very much, Brother Yan, did you stop doing housework? Did it make you angry, if you need a thug to say hello and order at any time..."

Yan Xie: "I'm asking you something!"

"Oh, that's right, after I placed an order on Taobao, I sent it directly to the Municipal Bureau and transferred it to the General Affairs Department. This kind of writing condolences is read as a group building. The general affairs department sent a small piece of errands to rush the errands. It should be the various departments. The gifts are all piled together, and then sent to their family surnamed Fang." Ma Xiang realized something, and asked in confusion: "Brother Yan, why did you mention this all of a sudden, and the little goblin surnamed Fang came to pester you again?"

No one dared to look back at Fang Zhenghong's expression.

Yan Yan reprimanded feebly: "How do you talk? You must learn to respect the seniors of the public security department—tell me to the General Affairs Division to investigate. Who was responsible for sending the condolences to Fang Zhenghong's house a year and a half ago? It is really impossible to find out. Call the surveillance near Fang Zhenghong's house as soon as you leave. This matter is very important, so do it right away! Hang up without further ado."

Ma Xiang continued to babble, but Yan Xi hung up the call as if fleeing for his life.

There was silence in the room, and after a long time, only the little fairy surnamed Fang said coldly:

"You criminal investigation police work from top to bottom, and you are really well educated!"

Yan Yan knew that he was wrong, and said haha ​​that Xiao Ma was young and ignorant, and he must train him more in the future.

Jiang Ting forcibly changed the embarrassing topic: "So when Team Fang saw that Qin Chuan was about to drink medicinal wine, he was naturally very angry, thinking that Yan Yan might use the same method to harm someone again?"

Fang Zhenghong rolled his eyes at Yan Xie, turned to Jiang Ting and shook his head, and said with difficulty, "Actually, no matter how confused I am, I won't think that Yan Xie has the courage to kill people openly in the city bureau—if he Sneakily giving the medicinal wine to Qin Chuan, I guess I had a different reaction."

"So you were just disgusted?" Jiang Ting confirmed to him.

"Yes. After that incident, I have a great psychological shadow. Anything I eat in my mouth will never be faked by others, and things like medicinal wine will not even stick to my teeth."

Jiang Ting hugged his chest with one hand, rubbed his throat with the other hand, and asked for a while, "How many people in the city bureau know about your psychological shadow?"

Fang Zhenghong replied clearly: "I only told Bureau Lu. It was when I came back to work a few months ago and he asked me why I stopped eating in the cafeteria."

The surroundings were unusually quiet, and everyone seemed to understand, only Yan Yan suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked at Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting nodded silently, and then asked the last key question:

"Then does Qin Chuan, your deputy, know?"

Fang Zhenghong's expression changed, and he stood up abruptly from the bed: "Qin Chuan? No, it's impossible—it can't be Qin Chuan!"

"I'm just guessing." Jiang Ting's attitude was very calm, and the facial muscles that would never be tense were still relaxed: "There is no surveillance, no witnesses, no evidence for the poisoning incident, and the criminal investigators can only use their own The way of thinking is to try to figure out what the murderer is thinking. If I were Qin Chuan, and I had a good relationship with most of the criminal investigation detachment, and I could enter and leave the big office of the criminal investigation detachment at will without arousing suspicion, then I would have enough time for poisoning and conditions..."

"But if I hadn't stopped him, Qin Chuan would have already drank the poisonous wine!" Fang Zhenghong objected fiercely: "And he didn't just drink a little pretendingly, the medicinal wine he was about to drink would be absolutely lethal." !"

Yes, it really doesn't make sense.

If Qin Chuan was the poisoner, knowing that the medicinal wine was poisonous, even if he tried to get rid of his suspicion with bitterness, he would not be so eager to pour a glass full of poison into his mouth, otherwise he would be committing a crime with his life. There is no need at all.

Qi Sihao, as a criminal investigator—although he was rather sloppy—had listened for a while, and finally couldn't help hesitatingly raised his hand to speak: "Well... didn't you just say that Team Fang has a psychological shadow, in case that Qin Chuan took advantage of this..."

"No, it's too far-fetched." As soon as the words finished, Yan Yan shook his head and denied: "What if Fang Zhenghong didn't stop it? What if Fang Zhenghong even came up and said to give me a drink? If there are too many uncertain factors Gambling with a lethal dose of poisoned alcohol is out of the question under these circumstances."

Qi Sihao was a little embarrassed: "I just think that since the Qin Chuan you mentioned is the deputy detachment, it is obvious that he has benefited the most after the accident in the Fang team, and he is also the most suspected..."

Yan Xie said casually: "That's not necessarily the case. Many powers are restricted when the deputy detachment temporarily acts as the principal. Just like my daily work has to report to Deputy Bureau Wei, Qin Chuan also has a lot of work to report to Bureau Lu. So if the Fang team is gone, many specific decisions of the anti-drug detachment will be made by Bureau Lu... Bureau Lu."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he and Jiang Ting looked at each other, their expressions became unsightly.

Who was the "Old Lu" who was called by Yue Guangping crying about his crimes in the middle of the night?

Who was the one who came to visit at the last moment, had a private conversation with the defenseless Yue Guangping, and killed him?

Assuming that Jiang Ting's existence has already been exposed in case of emergency, then what is the psychology of Director Lu who has been covering up quietly?

——Some kind of inexplicable professional conscience, or simply from the instructions of the king of spades?

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but the cold and deep chill slowly permeated from the bottom of their hearts, freezing everyone's throats.

"It can't be like this, how could it be like this?..." Fang Zhenghong murmured while clutching his head.He was already more suspicious and stubborn than ordinary people, and now he kept scratching his hair nervously, "The person who wanted to harm me was not Yan Yan, could it be...could it be..."

If this was normal, Yan Xie would definitely roll his eyes and hurt him, but now he doesn't have any thoughts.

"No, I want to go back and read it again, and I'll go back now." Fang Zhenghong suddenly stood up, gritted his teeth and raised his eyes, turned around and rushed out: "There must be a way to verify this matter, it is impossible to be so dead without evidence, absolutely impossible! "

No one had time to stop him, Yan Xie stepped forward in three steps in two in amazement: "Where the hell are you going?"

Fang Zhenghong had already rushed out of the hotel room, and rushed forward in the corridor covered with red carpets. Hearing this, he turned around and roared, "I thought there might be a clue somewhere, so I'll look for it right away!"

This old boy surnamed Fang saw that he was about to have a heart attack, and even forgot the basic professional qualities of criminal investigators, so he just started yelling in the corridor.Yan Xi only felt that the painting was beautiful but did not look at it, and followed in vain to dissuade him: "Wait a minute, we pack up and go back to Jianning with you..."

"I didn't mean to harm you. I had an alibi the night the shooter happened!" Fang Zhenghong strode back towards the elevator, waved his right hand and gnashed his teeth and swore: "My surname is Yan, I never thought of harming you! Wait for me Telephone!"

Yan Yan opened his mouth, but before he could shout, Fang Zhenghong turned around angrily, almost knocking the passing waiter back.

Yan Yan: "..."

Fang Zhenghong rushed into the elevator under the terrified gaze of the little waitress like a wild donkey that had run loose.

Yan Yan really exhausted all the cultivation in this life, so he forced the phrase "you are crazy" back into his throat, and turned his head to the people in the room: "Look at him, he is just like this, and he still scolds all day long Our criminal investigation detachment is not reliable?!..."

Jiang Ting frowned and said, "He said just now that he thought of where there are clues?"

Yan Mo shrugged inexplicably.

Several people didn't know how to react. Jiang Ting grabbed his jacket and car keys and made a decisive decision: "He can think of the murderer as well. Don't let Fang Zhenghong act alone, let's follow."