Breaking Through the Clouds

Huang Xingren, the director of technical investigation, is middle-aged, with a shiny head. He walked half sideways while walking in a hurry, and jumped out like firing a machine gun: "The data was restored to eleven o'clock last night. I came to work at four o'clock this morning. Hurry up!" After finishing it at night, I can go to my boy's parent meeting... Hey! His father and I have been scolded by the class teacher as a grandson every time. This time, you will not see me until tomorrow. he!"

Yan Yan comforted him: "It's okay, can't I still be a policeman in the future?"

Huang Xing was taken aback for a moment, his eyes fell on Yan Mao, and he subconsciously said: "That can't be done!"

Yan Yan: "..."

"What did you just say?" Huang Xing coughed nonchalantly: "Oh, yes, restore the data."

Yan Yan: "..."

"Victim Feng Yuguang's photo album, address book, recent contacts, and WeChat account data have all been recovered, only the WeChat chat history is temporarily unretrievable. Here, the call records are here. The last call the victim received before his death was a mobile phone card that was not registered with his real name. Can't triangulate and can't identify the owner."

Yan Yan pointed to the second line of the list: "What about this one?"

It was an outgoing call, just three minutes away from the last mysterious incoming call, which lasted 3 seconds.

48 seconds, whether it is long or short; if it is to agree on a meeting place, it is too long-winded, and it is not enough time to talk about other things.

"This," Huang Xing said, "the owner of the phone is Ding Dang, the daughter of the director of the company where Feng Yuguang practiced, a 21-year-old art school student. The victim and her have been talking frequently in the past month. The two children are close to the water, and they are in love."

Yan Yan smiled slightly.

Huang Xing asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your guess wrong. The victim and this girl can't possibly be in a romantic relationship." Yan Xie shook the evidence bag containing the mobile phone: "Will you bet or not?"

"..." Huang Xing said cautiously, "I advise you to read the call records first."

"Don't look, I know."

"How do you know?"

Yan Yan smiled but did not answer: "Will you bet or not?"

Huang Xing quit and said, "Aren't you talking about it?"

"What arguing, I'm making a reasonable guess based on the facts. You don't fully understand the case..."

A figure rushed upstairs in a hurry, almost bumping his head on Yan Xie's body: "—Ouch!"

Yan Yan has sharp eyes and quick hands, and at the critical moment, he dodged the white unknown liquid that was splashed on his face, and also saved his black T-shirts worth 200 yuan a dozen that he bought from Taobao on Double Eleven last year, and scolded: "What are you doing? of!"

Han Xiaomei had soy milk in one hand and steamed stuffed bun in the other, like a frightened deer: "Ah, Team Yan! You, you, me, me..."

Huang Xing held his forehead in disbelief.

"Are you here for work, or for a picnic?!" Yan Xie was furious, "Where's Gao, Gao Panqing? You asked you to take this girl, and you asked her to go eat buns in the morning? The boss of the field team brought me here!"

"It's not Brother Gao, it's not!" Han Xiaomei hurriedly stopped him: "It's Team Yan, your friend. When I went to your office just now, he said that you asked me to go and buy something to eat—"

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Mao's complexion changed, as if an active volcano that was about to erupt suddenly succumbed to the power of the gods and ghosts of nature called "Jiang Ting".

"Friend?" Huang Xing asked curiously.

"...Oh, the witness I called at the scene forgot him as soon as I got busy."

Yan Yan snatched the steamed stuffed bun soymilk from Han Xiaomei's hand, thought for a while, then stuffed it back, threw the victim's mobile phone in the evidence bag to Huang Xing, and said, "Call the victim to Jianning Afterwards, the most frequently contacted people, including this one named Ding Dang, were called one by one for questioning, and then I asked Lao Gao to sort out the transcript for me." Then he grabbed the steamed stuffed bun soymilk again, looked Han Xiaomei up and down, and angrily reprimanded: "— —How do you wear a police uniform? Tuck your shirt into your trousers and fasten it!"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

Yan Xie took the buns and walked away.

"Don't bother with these two idiots." Huang Xing patted Han Xiaomei, who was about to cry, and pouted in the direction of Yan Yan's departure: "——Man in his 30s can't find a wife, why is there no reason. "

·

Yan Xie sat on the edge of the desk, shook the steaming plastic bag in front of Jiang Ting, and retracted the moment the other party raised his hand to take it, "Crack!" He threw the case analysis report on the table and said, " Here, let's get to work."

Jiang Ting's hand stopped in the air, and then he took it back calmly: "Don't look."

Yan Xie said: "Now you, your wealth and life are in my hands, I advise you to be honest and obedient..."

Jiang Ting raised his head, his face was as white as ice and snow: "Don't look."

Yan Xie was stunned by his dark eyes and bloodless face, and was stunned for a while, then quickly inserted the straw into the soy milk cup with his own hands, tore off the layer of paper under the bun skin, and held it in front of him with both hands.

Jiang Ting stared at him silently for a few seconds, finally leaned forward slowly, took a sip of soy milk in his hand, and took the breakfast as if forgiving.

Yan Yan knew she was wrong: "You said you were hypoglycemic, so you said it earlier. On the way here, you didn't ask me to stop and buy something to eat. Who can blame this? Oh, I still have half a pack of biscuits here, look, No one intentionally starved you, did you..."

"Fan Zhengyuan takes drugs?"

Jiang Ting was looking through the case analysis while biting the steamed stuffed bun, and stopped at the pages of the autopsy results.

"Nasal suction and intravenous injection, old fritters. What?"

Jiang Ting pointed to a line of explanation on the analysis report: "Then why do you think that the amphetamine compound in his trouser pocket is for himself?"

His question was exactly the same as that raised by Yan Xie at the case analysis meeting just now.

Yan Xie was very interested: "Why didn't he eat it himself?"

"Intravenous injections are generally made of white powder No. [-] diacetylmorphine, which stimulates the release of dopamine from the nerve wandering cells. As long as the injection is over a period of time, the number of dopamine receptors in the brain will decrease rapidly; so for After reaching the existing stimulation level, all severe addicts will continue to increase the amount of injections. The amphetamine compound in Feng Yuguang's body is of a light level to seduce novices, and the nerve stimulation to Fan Zhengyuan is minimal, so it is unlikely that he will take it himself. Big."

Yan Xie looked Jiang Ting up and down, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he smiled strangely: "How do you know, maybe he just took these pills for convenience and cheapness, as snacks."

"Impossible." Jiang Ting said casually while flipping through the report, "The price of No. [-] diacetylmorphine is to fool laymen. The actual market product does not know how much glucose and talcum powder is mixed with it. The price is not necessarily lower than that of amphetamine compound High. Besides, the morphine is not strong enough, mixing it with other vaping will make people very uncomfortable, so there is no need for Fan Zhengyuan to do that.”

In the office, only the sound of him flipping through the autopsy report was heard, without any other sounds.

"...You know a lot about the drug business," Yan Yan said abruptly after a while.

These words were obviously wrong, Jiang Ting finally felt something, raised his eyelids, and met Yan Yu's sharp eyes.

"--what are you looking at?" Jiang Ting asked back, "I have been fighting drugs for more than ten years, why don't I understand?"

Just as Yan Yan was about to say something, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey Lao Qin, um, it's all right...you found it?"

I don't know what Qin Chuan said on the other end of the phone, Yan Xie jumped down from the desk, quickly grabbed the car keys, and picked up his coat: "Okay, you go to search for Fan's house, and send me another address. Just go there yourself."

Jiang Ting ate his steamed stuffed bun slowly, and Yan Yan snatched the plastic bag unexpectedly: "Don't eat it, come with me quickly, eat while walking in the car."

Jiang Ting frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"The anti-drug detachment found out another hiding place for Fan Zhengyuan besides his home, and is preparing to arrange for an informant to take us there." Yan Xie looked at the steamed stuffed bun in the plastic bag, and curled his lips in disgust: "Tsk, milky yellow. Your appetite is quite picky, can you be more delicate?"

He turned around and walked out with the bun in his hand, suddenly paused, Jiang Ting grabbed his cuff: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Ting sat still in the armchair, while Yan Mao stood, shaking the case analysis in his hand, and said, "Your investigation is in the wrong direction."

It was like a replay of the debate in the meeting room three hours ago, except that Yan Mao's role was reversed, and Jiang Ting was the one fighting for reason.

Yan Yan secretly smiled in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface, and said coldly: "What's wrong?"

"The criminal investigation detachment's suspicion of Fan Zhengyuan's involvement in drugs is based on the fact that drug residues were found on him and he was suspected of armed robbery. But you and I know that Fan Zhengyuan himself has nothing to do with armed robbery. His sole purpose for appearing is It was my life, but I was cut off halfway."

"So?" Yan Yan asked intentionally.

"Whatever the person who killed Fan Zhengyuan can take away from him, he can also leave behind. How do you know that the drug residue in his pocket is not a means for the murderer to induce the police to shift the focus of the investigation?"

Yan Xie stood with folded arms, seemed to think for a moment, and lazily said: "No, your speculation has almost no factual basis, and it's okay for the police to investigate Fan Zhengyuan, isn't it good for the murderer?"

——Deputy Director Wei's question was the crux of Yan Xi's argument at the case analysis meeting. He wanted to know how Jiang Ting would answer.

"Yes," Jiang Ting said, "buy time."

Yan Xi was taken aback.

"I suggest you send someone to follow up on Fan Zhengyuan's line, and at the same time step up efforts to re-examine Hu Weisheng personally, and re-investigate his residence, bank account, and email correspondence." Jiang Ting said: "The murderer will not hesitate to be under the nose of you, the deputy detachment leader. Killing people to silence them shows that for him, the situation that needs to be covered up has reached a very serious level. If the police are led astray by him and the speed of investigation is slowed down, then Feng Yuguang's death is likely to become as unclear as the Gongzhou case back then. ending."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yan Yan narrowed his eyes: "... When you investigated the case back then, did something similar happen?"

Jiang Ting was indifferent to his scrutinizing eyes, got up and took the plastic bag containing the buns from Yan Mao's hand, and threw it into the wastebasket.

"It's cold," he said.

·

Jianning Old Machinery Factory was once a dazzling pearl in the southwest region. In the 70s, a huge and busy industrial zone was established in the eastern suburbs, with vigorous production lines, independent hospitals, schools, post offices and other infrastructure facilities.Workers retire, their children take over the shift, the state-owned enterprise manages the distribution of food tickets, oil tickets and meat tickets, and bicycle tickets and even refrigerator tickets during the festivals. The iron rice bowl is passed down from generation to generation. Most of the girls in Jianning marry into workers’ families in the eastern suburbs. Rong.

Glory did not gradually decline until the end of the 80s. It was not until the 90s that a wave of layoffs was set off.

The formerly bustling family area is now empty, with ruined walls under the setting sun, and huge cracked characters written everywhere.Colorful and faded instant noodle advertisements were pasted on the canteen built by plastic sheds, and a few dirty children squatted by the ditch to play, screaming with strong dialect accents from time to time.

Even driving a Ferrari in this kind of place is like a bouncing car. Yan Yan finally gave up, pulled the handbrake and turned off the ignition, saying: "No, if you continue to drive, you will be playing acrobatics. Please take a few steps, Team Jiang. .”

The dormitory in the industrial area is an old-fashioned tube building, not to mention ten rooms and nine vacant rooms, at least five or six vacant rooms.Although the afterglow was still outside, the corridor was dark. Walking a little further in, the dampness and mildew over the years would scramble to get into people's seven orifices. Jiang Ting shuddered coldly: "Ah!"

Yan Xie used the light of the mobile phone to open the way ahead, and said, "You are too delicate, aren't you?"

Jiang Ting didn't answer.

Yan Xie squeezed sideways through the mountains of sundries at the corner of the corridor, carefully stepped on the difficult steps, and finally climbed to the highest floor - the sixth floor.Clothes and quilts were hung outside the corridor facing the patio, and every door inside the corridor was tightly closed, and the fourth door inside had a police seal on the worn-out yellow wooden door.

Jiang Ting folded his arms in front of his chest, looking at the surrounding environment inch by inch, and suddenly saw Yan Yan handing over an army green coat: "Hmm."

"No need." Jiang Ting didn't even intend to reach out his hand: "I can't afford to pay for it."

Yan Yan was only wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, and his solid shoulder muscles were particularly obvious, so he couldn't help but put the coat on his head: "Come on, if you catch a cold and get sick, don't I... ..."

Jiang Ting finally told the truth: "When was the last time you did your laundry?"

Yan Yan: "..."

The two stared at each other, and after a while, Yan Xie opened the lock with a click, and said coldly, "Dress honestly, don't talk so much nonsense."

The room was damp and dark, and when the door was opened, there was an indescribable smell.Yan Yan clutched his nose to turn on the light. Unexpectedly, the electric meter had already been pinched, so he had no choice but to continue to use his mobile phone to light up. The ground was full of sundries and garbage. The investigators had thoroughly inspected it twice. Terrible.

Jiang Ting stepped into the door carefully, stood beside the low wooden bed, frowned slightly and looked around.

"The field team has come to search twice. With Lao Gao's method, every mouse in this room has been named and registered." Yan Xie bluntly elbowed him: "Why, Team Jiang hasn't seen it before. The living environment of the low-end population? How do you feel?"

Jiang Ting took Yan Xie's mobile phone, squatted on the ground, and irradiated it along the bed, the cracks in the ground, and the bottom of the wall one by one, contemplating for a while.

Yan Xie teased, "May I ask you something?"

"I don't have any thoughts." Jiang Ting said flatly, "I, a low-end population, also grew up like this."

Yan Xi was taken aback.

Jiang Ting got up and walked to the table, only to see several thermos bottles lined up side by side, sundries piled up on the old plastic plates that were too old to see the color, the leftover instant noodles and the pot for "skating" were just next to each other, oil A thick layer of white mold had formed on the soup.

Standing there, Jiang Ting seemed to have encountered some intractable problem. His slender, black brows were furrowed, and the curves from forehead to nose bridge, lips, and even neck formed an elegant and unique outline in the light and shadow.

He suddenly pulled up the chair and sat down, Yan Yan had no time to stop him, and saw him sitting straight in front of the moldy and stinky bowl of instant noodles, as if he was reaching for chopsticks.

"Hey you……"

As soon as Jiang Ting raised his hand, Yan Xie's voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ting raised his head, looked across thoughtfully, and his eyes naturally fell on the dilapidated window at the other end of the room, which was barely covered by newspapers.

Yan Mo didn't know what he was looking at, so he could only stare at him without blinking.I saw Jiang Ting standing up and walking towards the window, using the light to carefully search the oil-stained window sills and wooden edges, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push the deformed wooden window sash.

Bang!

The window was pushed open, and the evening wind blew in, instantly dissipating a lot of the disgusting smell in the room.

"—Come here," Jiang Ting said, pointing to the window sill, with a calm voice, "The work of your field team is rough enough."