Breaking Through the Clouds

The front door of the factory warehouse was wide open, and it was already surrounded by cordons. Several police cars formed a separation circle.

"At two o'clock last night, there was a sudden power outage in the warehouse of the storage department, and the lighting and monitoring were interrupted. The duty officer Nian Bowen was suddenly attacked when he was about to go out to check the situation. The warehouse key card was stolen."

"Between 02:30 and [-]:[-], the security supervisor Diao Yong passed the controlled chemical warehouse and found a flashlight beam shaking among the rows of storage tanks. At first he thought it was Nian Bowen, the attendant on duty, so he asked, but The opponent immediately turned off the flashlight when he heard the sound; Diao Yong realized that something was wrong, and when he stepped forward again, he was attacked by the opponent in the dark, was stabbed in the right rib cage with a sharp weapon, and was hit on the head and fell into a coma."

Yan Yan hurried through the crowd, a policeman opened the way for him in front, Han Xiaomei followed in small steps, and while reporting the case out of breath, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at the young man wearing an anti-smog mask behind Deputy Yan .

Probably aware of her gaze, the man pressed his fist to his mouth and coughed subtly.

"Don't get close to him, he has a cold." Yan Mao ordered without turning his head.

Han Xiaomei had no choice but to forcefully suppress her inner drama that was about to overflow the screen, and let out an "oh".

"How is the security supervisor Diao Yong injured?" Yan Yan asked.

"It was quite serious. He was found in a coma for more than three hours in the warehouse. Fortunately, the stab wound was not deep. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment at [-] am this morning. Now his condition has stabilized and he can speak. On the hospital bed, I made a simple statement with the police of the local police station, and identified the person who attacked him as a new intern in the company's laboratory, that is, Feng Yuguang's roommate Chu Ci."

The police pulled up the cordon, Yan Yan ducked his head down, frowned and said, "The injured were found at six o'clock in the morning this morning, why did it take a few hours to report the case?"

Han Xiaomei: "Uh..."

They walked to the warehouse door and stopped.

Rows of gray and green storage tanks stand in the factory building, and pipes of several different colors are arranged in an orderly manner.

The trace inspectors had already extracted the footprints and fingerprints, and removed the inspection boards one after another.The situation at the scene of the theft was far from chaotic, and even unexpectedly clean. If it weren't for a few broken utensils and a small pool of blood on the ground, there were hardly many traces of struggle.

"What is the size of the injured security supervisor?" Yan Yan asked.

Han Xiaomei hastily flipped through the notes: "Hey... that... is strong and strong. He used to be a fitness instructor."

Yan Xie gave a thumbs up and shook the scene, feeling very incredible:

"But this scene is a one-hit KO. Don't tell me that the top student in the chemistry department is still a martial arts master?"

A voice with a wry smile came from behind: "He really is."

Yan Yan turned his head, and saw a slightly overweight middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes coming under the leadership of Gao Panqing. His eyes were black and blue, and his face was haggard. Alright, hello, I have been waiting for a long time."

"You are……"

Gao Panqing said: "The chemical plant engineer, the deceased Feng Yuguang and the director of the suspect Chu Ci's teaching, Ding Jiawang. Last time I came to the Municipal Bureau for inquiries, but you were not here. Xiao Ma received them."

Yan Yan said silently, "Oh—"

Ding Jiawang saw Jiang Ting standing behind Yan Yan, thinking that he was also a high-ranking member of the city bureau, so he naturally reached out to hold it, but he didn't expect that his hand was halfway out, and Yan Yan held him up in the air: "He has a cold and is very poisonous. infect."

Jiang Ting was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, with his hands in his trouser pockets, without any sign of sticking them out.

"..." Ding Jiawang couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Yan Yan grabbed Ding Jiawang's shoulder and forced him to turn to the scene: "Director Ding, right? The missing Chu Ci you just said is really, what is it?"

Han Xiaomei watched the scene just now happen under her nose, and instantly filled her heart with a series of bloody love and hatred, from "I am the only one who can touch me" to "I want the whole world to know about this scene." I contracted it for you"; the bizarre trend, the twists and turns of the plot, and the strong emotions are enough to write a novella with tens of thousands of words.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes slightly under the brim of his hat, staring at her coldly.

Han Xiaomei trembled, and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the non-existent saliva at the corner of her mouth: "No, it's nothing."

When Yan Yan heard Jiang Ting's voice, his ears moved, like a wolf dog with a keen sense of smell suddenly smelling the smell of a kitten, and turned around vigilantly: "What are you two talking about, what are you doing at the scene of the crime? Come, come here, come to me." He grabbed Jiang Ting's arm and forced him to stand beside him, then waved to Ding Jiawang: "It's none of your business, you continue to talk."

Ding Jiawang smiled awkwardly.

"That's it... that's what happened. Later we discovered that this student is not only smart, but also has a very high IQ, and he is also good at martial arts. Don't think he usually walks alone and is very quiet and silent, but he is as strong as Feng Yuguang when he really fights. None of the young men are opponents, and he kicked from the house to the outside with one kick. Even if that posture is not professional, it has at least been learned and practiced."

Yan Mao was very surprised: "Have they ever fought?"

"I've fought," Ding Jiawang affirmed, "Just one... a week or so before Feng Yuguang's accident."

Yan Xie and Jiang Ting looked at each other, turned their heads and shouted: "Why is no one responding to this situation? Ma Xiang! Bring Ma Xiang to me!"

"Don't blame the police comrades, don't blame the police comrades," Ding Jiawang hurriedly stopped him: "It's because I didn't report this last time. Hey, it's my fault. I think it's normal for boys and girls to fight. It's been a while since Feng Yuguang was murdered, one thing more is worse than one thing less..."

"Any details, any incidents, anything related to the case, no matter whether you think it is valuable or not, you must report it to the police truthfully and in detail!" Yan Xie said bluntly: "Suppose that after we learned about this situation last time, we thought it was true Ci is very suspected of committing the crime, and corresponding monitoring or monitoring measures will be taken, then the incident last night may not happen, and you will not be standing here now!"

Yan Xie's reprimand was severe, and in front of everyone, Ding Jiawang was scolded like a grandson, his face turned red and white.

"Now……"

Yan Mao wanted to scold, but Jiang Ting raised his hand to stop him.

"Why did they fight?" Jiang Ting asked.

"This matter sounds like a mess, Comrade Policeman." Ding Jiawang was very embarrassed, and smiled bitterly: "The two of them, there were conflicts when they first came from Beijing. Chu Ci didn't want to live in a dormitory with Feng Yuguang. But we The company’s intern dormitories are limited, and you have to pay more to upgrade a single room, which is not much, five or six hundred, and Chu Ci can’t afford it to be honest..."

Yan Yan doubted: "Is he so difficult?"

"It's really difficult, Guizhou people, studying in Beijing for graduate school, the highest scholarships are sent back to my hometown every year."

"What about Feng Yuguang? Isn't his family doing business in Beijing?"

Ding Jiawang complained endlessly: "Hey, it's not, but what can you do if he doesn't want to increase the money? We also talked to him after the fight and asked him if he would like to move out to live alone, but he felt that living in a double dormitory is quite good. Okay! I don't know what's going on in the minds of kids these days!"

Yan Xi rubbed his chin, and gave Jiang Ting a soliciting look.

"The multi-look effect driven by subconscious expectations in the principle of increasing interpersonal relationships." Jiang Ting said in a low voice.

Yan Mo didn't understand: "What the hell?"

"It means that the mental age is still at the kindergarten stage, and it means to constantly create a sense of existence for yourself in a simple and rude way." Jiang Ting stopped explaining and turned to Ding Jiawang: "Then what is the direct cause of the fight?"

"...Both of them couldn't tell the reason. According to the meaning, it seems that Feng Yuguang went back to the dormitory at night, and he couldn't find something. He insisted that it was Chu Ci's. After a few words, they started fighting." Ding Jiawang gestured. After adjusting the distance, he said: "It's so far away, kicking from the door to the outside, the dormitory manager almost called 120... Said that Chu Ciwen is usually quiet, no one would have thought that he would move his hands so quickly .”

Yan Xie asked, "So what did Feng Yuguang lose?"

"No one knows, and he himself can't explain clearly. In the end, when he was in a hurry, he said that he remembered that he left it in the laboratory." Ding Jiawang spread his hands: "What do you call this?"

Yan Yan beckoned to Gao Panqing, and whispered to his ear: "Go and find out whether what the surname Ding just said is true or not, and then call out all the surveillance videos of the entire factory area's import and export."

Gao Panqing nodded and went.

"The conflict between Chu Ci and the deceased is bigger than what he himself explained." Yan Xie bumped Jiang with his shoulder to stop, and asked, "Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

Jiang Ting glanced at him inexplicably, walked forward, and squatted down beside the frozen blood on the ground.

Yan Xie followed and squatted in front of him head to head, only to hear him ask, "Have you done the serum chlorine penetration test?"

"Preliminary physical and chemical measurements show that the blood pool was formed between 02:30 and [-]:[-] this morning, which is basically in line with the oral history of the injured."

Jiang Ting pointed to the pool of blood: "Why is there only one place?"

"After being stabbed, the security supervisor fell to his knees, and was immediately hit by a flashlight on his temple from top to bottom, causing a coma." Yan Xie took the transcript from Han Xiaomei, flipped through two pages, He gestured to Jiang Ting with his finger: "Look, the amount of bleeding is not large, and the blood flowed under the body to form a pool of blood after being unconscious. The injury above the temple is more serious, causing a certain degree of concussion. I have sent the forensic doctor to the hospital An injury appraisal was done."

Jiang Ting nodded and said nothing, got up and walked towards the neat rows of storage tanks.

Yan Yan followed him forward, only to see Jiang Ting walking a few steps, stopping for a while, lowering his head to carefully observe the ports of each discharge pipe, but he didn't know what he was thinking.Not long after, he returned to the pool of blood, knelt down on one knee, and stared at the crimson mark.

"I didn't see anything particularly suspicious at the scene." Yan Yan thought about it, "I also think the blood stains are a bit strange, but I can't tell where it's strange—what do you think, Yuan Fang?"

Jiang Ting frowned and glanced at him again, as if he hesitated to speak.

"What happened to you?"

"..." Jiang Ting glanced around, and saw that the technical investigators and cameramen had already withdrawn, and the criminal police closest to them were surrounded by leaders of chemical companies, lowering their heads to take notes on the scene, and should not be able to hear the movement here .

Jiang Ting waved to Yan Xie.

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Yan Mo squatted beside him, only to hear Jiang Ting ask softly: "Who is Yuan Fang?"

"...Pfft!" Yan Yan covered her mouth.

Only then did he realize that Jiang Ting didn't know anything - he had been in a coma for three years, and basically missed all the Internet trends and hot words. Besides, even when he was awake, Jiang Ting obviously didn't look like someone who loves to surf the Internet. He was basically just unearthed. Outdated old cadres.

"Look, I can't call you Jiang Ting in front of everyone. It's not good for people to hear. Tell me, is it Team Jiang?" Yan Yan covered his mouth and explained to him quietly: "Now I Just tell people that you are my friend, and your name is Yuan Fang, so you can make do with a fake name, huh? Good boy."

Jiang Ting's expression was dubious, and Yan Yan slapped him with a smile.

"...There is really no doubt about this scene." Jiang Ting finally turned to the bloodstain, and said, "The blood pool is thick in the middle, thin at the edge, and one side is slightly affected by the covering of clothes. There is no wiped or transferred blood around, so we can basically confirm that it is the first scene; If you want to say it's weird, it's because the surrounding area is too clean and there are no other traces of fighting."

"If the suspect is well-trained with knives, he can indeed hit it with one blow," Yan Yan agreed.

"It's possible. We can't pre-set too many suspects based on experience alone. Graduate students in chemistry may also have received training in controlling knives. For example, I have seen adults fight with one dead and eight wounded. In the end, it was found that the main responsible person was The case of the 12-year-old boy, and…”

Jiang Ting stopped suddenly, stood up and moved his shoulders, and said, "Why hasn't the person who searched the suspect's dormitory come back yet?"

Yan Yan keenly sensed that something was going on: "What else?"

"..."

"Ask you, hello!"

"Someone hit a gun-wielding drug dealer to death with a blow from the bottom of a wine bottle!" Jiang Ting pulled his wrist back forcefully, and said coldly, "It fully proves that there is no upper limit to human stupidity and luck!"

Yan Yan mouthed "Thank you for the compliment" in a personable manner.

"Deputy Yan, Deputy Yan!" Holding a piece of paper, Han Xiaomei ran towards her out of breath, and suddenly saw the smile on Yan Mo's handsome face that hadn't completely disappeared, and made a sudden stop, almost stumbling and tripping.

Yan Yan miraculously changed his face in a second: "What are you doing, frizzy?"

"Huang—that Huang—"

Since the anti-pornography incident, whenever Yan Yan heard the word huang, his heart beat faster, his adrenaline soared, and his lower back ached: "Can you girl talk, huh?! You are teaching the police, old Gao, old Gao! "

"Hey, hey, Director Huang and Director Huang of the technical investigation asked me to give this to you." Han Xiaomei almost bit her tongue: "This is an urgent inventory from the chemical company's storage office, the preliminary stolen raw material receipt, I I, I... I'm still waiting to deal with Director Huang."

With a sullen expression on her face, Yan Yan snatched the receipt from her hand, looked down, and saw that the paper was full of chemical terms and molecular formulas, so she couldn't help but hand it to Jiang Ting.

"..." Han Xiaomei muttered a few words silently.

Yan Yan asked sensitively, "Are you scolding me?"

Han Xiaomei felt guilty: "Ah? No, no."

"Your mouth shape just now, yes, this is it, isn't it scolding me?"

"I'm not, I'm not, don't mess around..."

"You two are never finished," Jiang Ting suddenly said coldly.

Han Xiaomei stepped back three steps, like a docile but frightened little mouse.

Jiang Ting took out his pen, circled two groups of chemical formulas on the paper, and said: "These two can synthesize methylamine." Circled another two groups: "o-chlorophenylcyclopentanone." Finally circled a group: "Safrole. "

It wasn't until the last three words came out that Yan Xie fully understood what he meant, and his expression turned livid.

"It's all the precursors of amphetamine drugs," Jiang Ting gently threw the watch back to Yan Xie, sighing:

"It's true that IQ is high, but it's a pity. Prepare to issue an investigation notice to arrest people."

"Impossible, let me go in and have a look, I don't believe it... How is it possible!"

Youdao female voice suddenly came from outside the crowd, Jiang Ting and Yan Xie looked back at the same time.I saw a very beautiful young girl teetering on the verge of fainting, Ding Jiawang reluctantly reached out to support her, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.

Yan Mao frowned suddenly: "I know this woman."