Breaking Through the Clouds

Jianning City.

Building [-], District [-], Amber Villa.

It's raining, the pavement is covered with water, and the vehicles passing by make a sound of brushing; tail smoke and rainwater stick together, and dizzying exhaust gas evaporates all over the world.

A short, fat old man with a shambling gait was wearing a dark gray windbreaker, with a briefcase under his arm and a large black umbrella, and walked into a brightly lit convenience store downstairs in the community.

The shop was deserted during lunch time, the boss didn't know what he was busy with, only his child was doing homework and watching the shop behind the cash register.The old man put away the umbrella with great difficulty, shook the water drops, and asked kindly, "Kid?"

The little boy bit his pen holder and raised his head.

"Where's your father?"

The child pointed behind him.

"Help me call your father over, just say that the uncle who borrowed something urgent came two days ago." The old man patted the little boy's head with his rough and generous palm: "Go."

The little boy looked him up and down, jumped off the bench in doubt, and ran to the back door of the small supermarket.

The old man was not in a hurry, he put the briefcase that was tightly clamped all the way on the counter and opened it, and took out a silver-gray mobile hard disk.At this moment, there was a clanging sound in the store, the glass door slid open again, and the wind and rain outside swept in with humidity and cold—a new customer arrived.

"?"

The old man paused and then put the mobile hard drive back into his briefcase.Unexpectedly, such a subtle movement was interrupted, a slender white hand stretched out from behind him, accurately and unquestionably pressed down on the old man's hand:

"Show me too, Director Lu."

Obviously every word can be called gentle, but Lu Ju's face twitched instantly, his pupils constricted, and then he turned his head to look at the person who came——

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"Thank you for your hard work, let's continue working tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Qin Chuan bid farewell to his colleagues, stopped and went in the evening rush hour traffic that was extremely crowded due to the rain, and drove home after more than an hour, rushing into the elevator in the corridor despite the rain.

Ding!

Qin Chuan stepped out of the elevator, took out the key and was about to open the door, but suddenly paused.

"..." He looked at the familiar house number 527 in front of him, and for some reason, his heart contracted irregularly, and he couldn't even catch his breath for a few seconds, as if he had a premonition of something.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, slowly unlocked the lock, and pushed the door open with a creak.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and the last ray of skylight and street lamps passed through the glass windows, outlining the familiar furniture in light gray shadows.The coat that was hastily thrown on the armrest of the sofa before leaving in the morning is still spread out, the half-drunk cold tea is on the dining table, and the goldfish in the fish tank on the coffee table flicks its tail, reflecting the sparkling water; the black and white portrait of the woman is placed on the Facing the entrance, there was a familiar face on the refrigerator.

A slender figure turned his back to the door, looked at the posthumous photo carefully, and heard the sound of him coming in, but did not turn his head:

"You took a lock of Yue Guangping's hair back to be buried with Lingtang, are you sure she will really be happy about it?"

Qin Chuan let out a long breath—as if the fortress had been stagnant in his chest for more than ten years, and it finally turned into a white mist, dissipating in mid-air in an instant.

"Happy, I suppose." He replied with a smile.

Qin Chuan closed the door with a backhand click, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa casually, stretched his shoulder muscles a few times, and there was a clear crisp sound of bones under his shirt. In stark contrast, his expression was still very polite :

"I have heard about the name for a long time, but I have only one side. Hello, Jiang Detachment."

The young man turned around, and it was Jiang Ting.

This is actually a very absurd and ridiculous meeting, but how ironic the specific meaning is, maybe just like Qin Chuan's saying "I have heard a lot of names for a long time, but I have a good relationship", only the two of them in this world can understand it personally.

Qin Chuan seemed to find it very interesting: "Did you specially visit my mother's hometown?"

"To confirm my guess about your life experience, yes. Fortunately, I have a little understanding of Yue Guangping's whereabouts when he went to the mountains and the countryside more than 30 years ago." Jiang Ting asked lightly: "Do you want to know where you were exposed?"

Qin Chuan made a gesture of please.

"On the day Fang Zhenghong took the medicinal wine from your hand and knocked it over, a few drops of the medicinal wine splashed on his trouser legs, but even a trace of aconitine was not extracted from the fabric. That is to say, you claimed to be from criminal investigation The confession that the detachment tried to drink after borrowing the bottle of highly poisonous wine was lying, and what you drank to Fang Zhenghong at that time was the original non-toxic bottle of medicinal wine that you had exchanged and hidden beforehand."

"The entire poisoning incident was a scene carefully planned by you. From reminding Yan Xie to use the medicinal wine, to Fang Zhenghong's rage stopping you from using the medicinal wine borrowed from the Criminal Investigation Detachment, all key turning points developed as you pre-designed, And there is only one prerequisite for this scene to end successfully."

Jiang paused, and said, "You know Fang Zhenghong and Yan Mao very well. You know exactly how they would react in a well-designed scene—just like a year ago, you Pretending to be Yan Xie, he gave Fang Zhenghong poisoned wine, expecting him to drink it."

Qin Chuan smiled wryly, as if a little helpless: "I knew that I should play the show to the end that day... I shouldn't be soft when I'm close to the door."

"Why were you afraid at the time?" Jiang Ting twitched his eyebrows and asked, "Because Yue Guangping's death made you finally realize clearly that aconitine can really kill people?"

This time Qin Chuan really laughed, shaking his head while laughing:

"No, no, I already knew that aconitine could kill people. I just thought—how should I put it? I haven't done what I want to do, how can I risk my life?"

He seemed a little regretful like this, and walked around the sofa to go this way, but was stopped by Jiang: "Stop, or you will shoot."

Qin Chuan took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw Jiang Ting holding the black muzzle of the gun flatly in the dark.

"Okay," Qin Chuan stopped purely out of courtesy, and asked, "What do you want to know? Tell me, and I'll tell you."

Jiang Ting asked: "When did you get in touch with King of Spades?"

The use of the word contact should be just Jiang Ting's self-cultivation, otherwise there are more ugly words to express the same meaning, but Qin Chuan doesn't care too much: "No, I didn't contact him, he came to me on his own initiative."

"Take the initiative to find you?"

"Yes, it was my first semester in the police academy. To be precise, it was the second day after Yue Guangping first appeared in my life as 'father'." Qin Chuan shrugged teasingly: "It's too early It was beyond your expectation, that's why I said I have admired you for a long time, Team Jiang."

This is true.

If so, Qin Chuan knew the King of Spades more than ten years ago!

"Did Yue Guangping meet Lingtang when he was an educated youth in the countryside?" Jiang Ting asked.

"Old-fashioned stories. The consolation of the educated youths who went to the countryside when they were depressed, the major life choices in the face of returning to the city, the torture of conscience and life-long regrets in the next few decades... It's not worth mentioning." Qin Chuan said, "I don't I know when Yue Guangping confirmed my existence. My mother in the country passed away suddenly during the year of the college entrance examination. I began to receive funding, but I never knew who the "good-hearted person" was. I didn't know until I went to the police academy. .”

Until now, when talking about this past event, Qin Chuan has a subtle self-mockery.

"Maybe Yue Guangping wanted to get to know each other after I was admitted to university, so that we would be more stable emotionally, but he didn't expect that his every move would be watched by the K of Spades. Indeed, back then he was Gongzhou The most promising person to take over the throne of the Public Security Bureau, the K of Spades will not let go of such a profitable target, so the day after Yue Guangping came to me in tears, the K of Spades also appeared and asked me: "Do you know why Yue Guangping abandoned your mother and son for that year?""

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, looked up and down at Qin Chuan who was a few steps away, and said slowly, "You don't seem like someone who would stand there and let him brainwash you."

"Of course not." Qin Chuan laughed, "I have my own ideas, otherwise why would I come to Jianning instead of Gongzhou?"

If he went to Gongzhou, with Yue Guangping's guilty heart, even if he didn't go through the back door to help his son get promoted, he would definitely make less arrangements.

But Qin Chuan didn't—he came to Jianning and started working as a police trainee at the police station. The blood, sweat and injuries over the years are real, and at least [-]% of his meritorious deeds are real.

"He's doing it for his future," Jiang Ting said softly, "so you have to earn a future that doesn't lose to his."

Qin Chuan did not deny it.

"Have you been working with King of Spades for more than ten years?" Jiang Ting asked.

"Oh, that's not true." Qin Chuan denied it frankly and bluntly, and said, "King of Spades has contacted me several times in the past four years of the police academy, and hoped that I would go to Gongzhou to be an internal response to Yue Guangping's side, so as to instigate him and control him." He, and even one day can replace and destroy him; I admit that the provocative and persuasive power of this drug lord is a genius, and even almost brainwashed me at one point. But in the end, my desire to prove myself is still strong enough to overwhelm Everything, even the hatred for the biological father."

What do you prove yourself?Qin Chuan didn't say anything, and Jiang Ting didn't ask.

But some things don't need to be revealed among smart people, they all know--

Back then, you abandoned your girlfriend in the country and your morals and responsibilities as a man in exchange for a lonely family and a high-ranking future.But now the son you abandoned doesn't need to rely on and beg you, he can also prove his ability, and he can also show shame and regret on your old face.

"There is only one thing that is strange to me," Qin Chuan said, "Although I rejected the spade king and left Gongzhou, unexpectedly, he didn't have any objection, as if he had expected it a long time ago, but suddenly cut off I lost all the news and contacts. Since then, this drug cartel has not appeared by my side for several years, and I don't know why, until five or six years ago..."

"Because he can understand this kind of feeling." Jiang Ting said lightly.

"what?"

Jiang Ting had a strange look on his face, "It's nothing, just keep talking."

"Until five or six years ago, I was in danger during an arrest operation, and I was rescued when I was isolated and helpless." Qin Chuan said, "It was the man with the king of spades."

Five or six years ago, that was about the time when Jiang Ting discovered "Blue Gold" in Gongzhou.Immediately, Jiang Ting began to investigate, and finally found an underground drug factory in the mountainous area of ​​Gongzhou, where he encountered the adult King of Spades again.

The trajectory of fate extends from all directions, gradually forming a big net, engulfing everyone in it, and rushing forward.

"At this time, you have worked in Jianning for many years, but you are still a criminal policeman throwing your head and blood, and finally discovered that the world is not black and white. With the help of the K of Spades, your life safety and investigation efficiency will be greatly improved. There is a lot of security, all the scattered small drug dealers can be wiped out in one go, and the promotion at every level has become extraordinarily smooth, isn't it?"

Jiang Ting stared at Qin Chuan, who nodded, "Almost."

"So you finally cooperated." Jiang Ting's tone was declarative without any doubts: "At that time, Yue Guangping had been promoted to the deputy mayor and chief of public security, but he was like an iron wall in Gongzhou City, a king of spades. Unable to pull him into the water, I had to start with you again."

Qin Chuan sighed and said, "Yes."

Just as Jiang Ting guessed.

Qin Chuan, who wasn't even a sub-detachment back then, couldn't provide K of Spades with any help in terms of Jianning. The primary target of the drug lord was still Yue Guangping.Because no matter how much Gongzhou's public security system is infiltrated, if the top leader Yue Guangping insists on not getting into the water, the K of Spades will still be very constrained.

It can be said that Yue Guangping is the most difficult bone in the king of spades, and the lonely deputy mayor has no flaws.

Except for Qin Chuan.

As the last of the daylight faded away, clouds hung over the city, with rain beating on the windows.Even the outline of the furniture in the room was blurred, but for some reason, Jiang Ting's slightly distorted face was still very clear. He barely opened his tightly clenched teeth, and when he spoke, his voice was like a taut bowstring:

"So, you were the insider who leaked information about Operation 1009 to K of Spades three years ago and killed fourteen of my anti-narcotics officers?"

"Hahaha……"

A muffled laugh sounded in the room, and then it grew louder and more pronounced.Qin Chuan supported his forehead, even his shoulders were shaking, as if he had heard the funniest lie in the world, and it took more than half a minute to barely stop his smile, and looked up at Jiang Ting jokingly: "I said that Team Jiang ——Three years have passed, how long are you going to lie to yourself?"

Jiang Ting was like being immersed in ice water, from his nasal cavity to his lungs, it was filled with biting ice balls.

"Is Yue Guangping, the chief of the Public Security Bureau, a vegetarian? He would casually tell others such important information? What's more, I'm not even a policeman in Gongzhou. The internal informant of the Public Security Bureau said it like a meal?"

"..."

"Don't brainwash yourself, Captain Jiang." Qin Chuan's eyes flashed a mixture of mockery and pity, and said, "It was you and Yue Guangping who caused the failure of the 1009 anti-drug operation and sent more than a dozen comrades to hell. "

Jiang Ting's elbows, shoulders, and even half of his body were trembling unknowingly under his coat, and the muscles and bones in his hand holding the gun protruded inch by inch.

But Qin Chuan didn't seem to notice, he just stared at Jiang Ting's motionless pupils in the dark, and smiled softly and word by word: "There is no ghost at all, never—"

"The murderer is yourself."