Breaking Through the Clouds

The police car blared all the way, speeding at high speed on the congested street in the evening rush hour, and drove towards the hospital under the curious eyes of countless passers-by.

"The author of "Toseetheobvious" is the Australian chemist Arthur Birch, who is most famous for publishing the Birch reduction reaction named after him. Published in 1848 by Te Schlert, the main achievement of Schlert is the discovery that white phosphorus heated to 250°C in an inert gas will produce a red allotrope, that is, red phosphorus. "Terpenes and Camphor" The author, Otto Wallach, was the winner of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in 1910. He also had a discovery named after himself, called the Leucart-Wallach reaction, that is, the reductive amination of carbonyl compounds with ammonia or amines. "

Yan Yan steered the steering wheel, glanced at the co-pilot, and couldn't help but ask, "What does this have to do with kidnapping?"

"The Birch reduction reaction, the red phosphorus reduction method, and the Leucart-Wallach reaction, these three have something in common." Jiang Ting looked up from the notes left by Chu Ci, and said: "—they are currently The three main pathways used by drug gangs in the synthesis of methamphetamine."

Yan Yan who was driving: "..."

Han Xiaomei in the back seat: "..."

Both of them had expressions of sudden realization.

"But the implication is too academic, even his own tutor didn't realize it, are you sure you understand correctly?" Han Xiaomei couldn't help asking: "Is there any possibility that he himself participated in the drug production, and he was looking for this How many reference books?"

Jiang Ting's answer was very steady: "There is no such possibility. There are two main reasons: the production of methamphetamine is very simple, and someone like Chu Ci who is extremely talented in chemistry will not need to refer to any materials. He may be in his own kitchen. It can be synthesized in the environment, this is one of them.”

"Secondly, I read Chu Ci's notes. He has a slight anxiety disorder, that is, obsessive-compulsive disorder. The specific manifestation is that when writing "" he will compulsively stop his strokes on the horizontal line of the notebook page, such as writing the first line of T. The two strokes are always on the top of the horizontal line, forming an extremely precise right angle. If you look at all his notes, you will find that every vertical line is like this, and if the right angle is not straight enough, it will be forcibly altered by him himself.”

In the back seat, Han Xiaomei raised her head and said in astonishment, "It's really like this!"

"This is very normal." Jiang Ting said, "Chu Ci lives in a very stressful environment. He has to win the highest prize every year for papers, experiments, and doctoral protection, and his roommate Feng Yuguang makes him rest for a long time and is mentally tense. , Affective dysregulation is almost tailor-made for this kind of person, a little OCD is not surprising.”

He signaled to Han Xiaomei: "Look at the phone album again."

Han Xiaomei didn't know why, so she opened the photo album, and the latest photos were of the discharge port of the storage tank taken by Jiang Ting.

"I compared Chu Ci's experimental notes this week, and found the storage tanks that he may have moved, and found that all the outlets were placed like vertical lines, accurately attached to the edge of the floor tiles, and formed a precise ninety-degree angle. That's right, it's his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but look at those storage tanks that were stolen part of this morning."

Jiang Ting took the phone from Han Xiaomei and gestured to Yan Xie.

Yan Xie turned sideways while driving, his eyes were on the screen of the mobile phone.

The silver Benz changed lanes roaring, like a scalpel, cutting the traffic steadily and ruthlessly.

"These outlets were placed randomly," Jiang Ting pointed to the photo in the album, and said, "They were just thrown on the ground after use."

"Your hands are pretty," Yan Yan said casually.

Jiang Ting: "..."

Jiang Ting's expression was blank for a moment, but Han Xiaomei in the back seat was caught off guard and almost exploded into a firework in the sky.

Yan Yan's eyes returned to the front of the road: "That means the person who stole the controlled chemicals is most likely not Chu Ci, he was framed?"

"..." Jiang Ting said, "...well."

The police car that opened the way ahead rushed into the front door of the hospital at the red light, turned on the lights, changed lanes, turned the corner without stepping on the brakes, stabbed like lightning, and stopped firmly in front of the door of the emergency department.

Yan Xie opened the door and got out of the car, and five or six criminal police officers had already jumped out of the police car in front, causing constant discussions among doctors, nurses, and family members of patients, and nervous gazes from all directions.

Yan Xie said, "But there is one thing I don't understand."

He hurried towards the emergency building, and the criminal policemen followed behind him.Jiang Ting originally walked more steadily than ordinary people, but now he couldn't keep up. Yan Yan slowed down and grabbed him, almost walking forward half-armed and half-armed.

"The triangulation made by the technical investigation shows that Chu Ci's last phone call was received near the warehouse. With the current criminal investigation technology, the most accurate positioning error can be within 20 meters." Yan Xie pressed close to Jiang Ting's ear and asked: "—You said he was framed, so why did he go to the warehouse in the middle of the night? Could it be that he was held hostage all the way?"

Jiang Ting frowned slightly, his face was obviously tilted in another direction, but Yan Xie forcefully hooked him back, forcing him to put his head close to his own.

"If it is held hostage, it is impossible not to cause any disturbance. He walked into the warehouse by himself." Jiang Ting finally gave up after repeated several times like a tug-of-war, and said helplessly: "If your physicist starts from the victim's blog post A trace amount of Chu Ci's DNA was extracted from the back of the head, which is enough to prove that it was Chu Ci himself who destroyed the surveillance and power systems last night."

The elevator door closed slowly with a ding, and Yan Yan asked, "Why is he going to the warehouse?"

The elevator in the hospital was extremely spacious, and it was not crowded at all when several criminal policemen entered. Everyone looked at the metal wall in unison, peeking at Yan Mao and Jiang Ting from all angles.

Jiang Ting asked in a low voice: "Speaking is talking, can you not get so close?"

Yan Yan frowned immediately: "What are you doing? What's wrong? Are you a little girl?"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Yan Xie thinks that Jiang Ting at this moment is very cute, handing the suspect's hand to the police is cute, analyzing all the clues of the kidnapping case, even the way he is desperately turning his head outward is also cute.So Yan Xie encouraged him with a warm tone: "Go on, Jinghuaer."

Jiang Ting is not short at all. In this place where the general height is biased towards the middle, he is a relatively rare 1.8 meters zero.

But as an intellectual player who is still weak after recovering from a serious illness, his physique really can't be compared with Yan Xie. It's good that the two of them don't stand so close. Once they stick to each other, there will be a tragic gap between the criminal investigation captain and the long-legged policewoman.

Jiang Ting pressed between his eyebrows, but Yan Yan was sure that what he wanted to pinch was not between his eyebrows, but his own throat.

"On May [-]th, after Chu Ci came to the Municipal Bureau for inquiries, he returned to the chemical company. He suddenly gave up the half-finished experiment and began to do a lot of tests on the density of the solution. That was the day he knew that Feng Yuguang had been killed. , Chu Ci's transformation stemmed from this incident."

Yan Yan asked, "What does he want to do?"

The elevator stopped and the metal door slowly opened.

Jiang Ting finally broke free from Yan Yan, straightened his clothes, and said in a deep voice, "He wanted to find out whether Feng Yuguang's death was related to some secrets of the chemical company."

Jiang Ting walked out of the elevator with big strides, Yan Xie walked two quicker steps beside him, followed by several policemen, walking through the bustling corridors of the hospital building.

"What are you doing? Can the police arrest people at will, huh? Can the police handcuff people at will?!" A roar came from the emergency room at the end of the corridor: "I am a patient, a victim, and you treat me like this ! I'm going to complain to you!"

A group of people gathered outside the emergency room, the whispers of "what's going on" and "the police are really crazy these days" can be heard clearly from far away.

"Leave one, let one, come on, please let the people make way!"

The criminal police forcibly separated the crowd, and Yan Xi stepped forward and pushed the door open; Jiang Ting walked straight into the emergency room without slowing down.

A burly man with bandages was seen handcuffed to the hospital bed. He must have been the security director Diao Yong who was stabbed.Gou Li led two young trainee policemen to guard the ward. Under the double pressure of Diao Yong's unjust accusation and the crowd's discussion that couldn't even stop the door, everyone's face was blue and red, which was very embarrassing.

"Old Yan!"

"Brother Yan!"

Diao Yong looked at Yan Yan, knew that the leader was coming, and suddenly raised his voice: "Who doesn't know that if you enter the Public Security Bureau, you can get out without peeling off the skin? The police just can't solve the case, and we have no rights and powers. Take the blame! You officials don't know how many shady scenes there are!"

The trainee policeman said angrily, "You—"

The criminal police yelled to evacuate the people in the corridor, and wanted to close the door of the emergency room, but Jiang Ting said to Yan Yan unexpectedly: "Let them open the door."

Yan Mo asked in a low voice: "Are you sure you can hold it?"

Jiang paused and nodded.

Yan Xie winked at his subordinates, signaling for two criminal policemen to stand guard at the door.

The onlookers were all excited now, and they all stretched their necks to look inside, and the voices of "Did the police arrest people randomly?"

Diao Yong tugged at the handcuffs, blushing, and his neck was thick, and he couldn't tell that he was a patient who had been knocked unconscious for several hours by a flashlight: "I am a witness, and I am innocent! Don't catch the thief, hurry up and recover the controlled chemical Raw materials, what is it to lock me here?!"

Jiang Ting ordered: "Release him."

All the policemen were stunned for a moment, and the trainee policeman almost didn't say "what?"

But he looked around and found that Yan Yan's expression was clearly acquiescing, so he could only hesitantly go forward and use the key to open Diao Yong's handcuffs.

"Diao Yong?" Jiang Ting confirmed.

Diao Yong rubbed his hands and replied angrily: "Yes! I said you police..."

"I see that you yelled quite powerfully just now, so it must be no problem to stand up."

"..." Diao Yong said vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ting turned a blind eye to his attitude, and said indifferently: "I read your record, when you patrolled the warehouse at 02:30 this morning, you found that the suspect Chu Ci was carrying out theft. Stabbed with a fruit knife, hit the head after falling to the ground, is that right?"

Diao Yong said confidently: "Yes! How did I expect him to carry a knife and use it so neatly?"

"What kind of knife is it, how long is it, and is there any curvature on the blade?"

"It's just...an ordinary fruit knife, quite small." Diao Yong stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's so long, there is no arc."

Jiang Ting picked up the ballpoint pen left by the doctor on duty at the bedside: "It's probably similar to this?"

Diao Yong nodded without hesitation.

"Then if I ask Mr. Diao to replay the situation at the time of the crime, it should be fine?"

Diao Yong swallowed his saliva and said, "Of course, of course there's no problem!"

Jiang Ting waved to Han Xiaomei across several policemen, "Come here."

"Ah?" Han Xiaomei was slightly taken aback, and stepped forward to take the pen with some hesitation.

Diao Yong was supported by the trainee police, got up from the hospital bed, and stood opposite Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting stood beside him with arms folded, and asked, "How far was the suspect from you at that time? Is this the distance?"

The difference between Jiang Ting and the criminal police is that his voice is softer, deeper, and slightly hoarse, which is a sign of poor health.But every word is bitten clearly, so it sounds, there is a calm aura that is hard to describe.

Diao Yong looked at it for a while, and hummed: "Bad...almost."

"Then what did you do then?"

"I went over to ask who was there, and when he heard the sound, he immediately stood up and turned off the flashlight. I... I knew I was not a good person, and I was a little scared, so I had the courage to rush over, and suddenly felt a pain in my body... "

Diao Yong leaned slightly, opened his arms, and threw himself on Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting asked: "How did the suspect stab you? Can you describe it to our policewoman?"

Diao Yong's ribs were still wrapped with bandages. Han Xiaomei didn't dare to poke him, so she imitated the posture Diao Yong described, waving the ballpoint pen from top to bottom, and the tip barely stopped above the stabbed part.

"Keep this posture and don't move, what about the criminal camera?" Jiang Ting pointed, "Take a picture."

The technicians brought by Gou Li, who are responsible for criminal photography and assisting in injury identification, hurried forward and took pictures of Diao Yong and Han Xiaomei's posture at the moment.

The unstoppable discussion in the corridor was raging, Gou Li moved a few steps, leaned next to Yan Xie, and asked softly: "Are you sure your friend can hold it, in case you take too big a step later , we might be beaten to death by the angry crowd..."

Yan Xie didn't answer.

When Gou Li raised his head, he was surprised to find that Yan Xie was staring at Jiang Ting closely, with an indescribable light shining in his eyes.

"Old Yan?"

"He's right." Yan Xie said in a low voice, "We didn't even think about such a simple truth."

Gou Li: "???"

After all, Diao Yong was injured, so he was a little tired of maintaining this posture, so he asked Jiang Ting impatiently, "Is it okay now, what are you police not satisfied with?"

"No rush." ​​Jiang Ting said plainly, turned around and asked Gou Li: "How tall is Chu Ci?"

With just this one sentence, Gou Li was enlightened and understood everything in an instant!

"Worse than you—almost!" Gou Li almost stuttered: "Yes, half a head taller than Han Xiaomei!"

Jiang Ting stepped forward to take the pen, according to Han Xiaomei's posture just now, the pen tip was from top to bottom, but it didn't stop right in front of the bandage like Han Xiaomei did just now, but it stopped on Diao Yong's chest.

"The wound is triangular in shape, with the spine of the knife on the top and the blade down, so the posture of holding the knife must not be backhanded. You said that Chu Ci stood up and then stabbed, then I want to know, Chu Ci, who is half a head taller than the policewoman, How did you achieve such a low forehand stab with a standing posture, did you grow twenty centimeters out of thin air?"

Diao Yong's face turned pale instantly!

Jiang Ting turned around and threw the pen away, only to hear Diao Yong trembling behind him: "I, I made a mistake! He didn't all stand up, it happened too fast at that time, I didn't think clearly when I took the notes!  … "

"Then there are too many things you haven't thought about clearly." Jiang Ting interrupted him, and said, "You said that Chu Ci extinguished the flashlight when he heard the sound, and the scene was very dark; then how did you see that the murder weapon was a Ordinary fruit knife, about the length of a ballpoint pen, and the blade has almost no curvature?"

"...!"

Diao Yong was completely weak, he took half a step forward trembling, and was immediately thrown to the ground by several young and vigorous trainee policemen.

"You must be mistaken, I'm not lying! Wait, I'm injured, I can apply for medical parole!..."

Diao Yong was still struggling violently after being held down by several policemen. His blood seeped through the bandages, and he looked horrific.But Jiang Ting was unmoved, and wrote lightly: "Take him away, he won't die."

"After we go out later, leave two people here to check the mobile phone, and ask the onlookers to delete all photos and videos, not to mention uploading to the Internet." After Yan Yan ordered his subordinates in a low voice, he turned to Jiang Ting and laughed jokingly: "Yes Ah, Yuanfang."

Jiang Ting moved his shoulders and ignored him.

Yan Xie followed behind him and asked: "But the premise of your inferences is that Diao Yong really didn't think about the testimony. If he was a little smarter and had prepared his statements in advance, how could he find any doubts?"

"There is no foolproof perjury in this world, only criminal investigators who are not thorough enough." Jiang Ting walked through the corridor, turning a deaf ear to the countless sightlines in all directions. His anti-smog mask made his voice sound calm and a bit dull: "Diao Yong's head The diameter of the blow wound is relatively large. Even if it was caused by a flashlight, it is a traditional household large-caliber aluminum alloy flashlight. Chu Ci went to the warehouse to smuggle chemical raw materials. It is very inconvenient to carry such a large flashlight. This is a suspicious point. No one else He was able to growl so vigorously after being in a coma for several hours, so the depth of the wound must be fake, and the edge of the wound may be hard-grinded—of course, after the forensic doctor completes the injury appraisal, it will also be found to be wrong, but it will be slightly Half a day to a day late."

They walked into the elevator, and at the end of the corridor in the distance, the criminal police escorted Diao Yong, who was struggling angrily, out of the emergency room.

"The delay of half a day may have delayed the life of the kidnapped." Yan Yan murmured.

Jiang Ting made a "hmm" sound.

The elevator closed slowly and descended, Yan Yan suddenly said: "I just heard someone applauding outside."

"..."

"It should be for you," Yan Yan smiled at Jiang Ting.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Ting stood beside him, with no expression on his face, indifferent enough to be described as indifference: "So what?"

"At least the next time someone scolds the police for arbitrarily arresting people..."

"The onlookers who can scold like that won't be moved for more than five seconds." Jiang Ting said calmly, "Go back to the Municipal Bureau, I'm going to stay up all night again tonight."

Yan Mo sighed in a low voice: "Yes."

The elevator reached the first floor, the door slowly opened, the wind rushed in, and the two walked out side by side.