Breaking Through the Clouds

"You trust him?" Qin Chuan asked suspiciously.

Yan Mo's ten fingers kowtowed to each other regularly, and said slowly after a long while: "The technical investigation is recovering the surveillance video, if I can find the alibi, I will trust him."

The office of the sub-branch was filled with the smell of overnight instant noodles mixed with cigarettes. There were voices outside the door, and the policemen who did not stay up late came to work one after another.

"But it's too nonsense, Lao Yan. Feng Yuguang's department head and tutor said that he had good grades and that he would be thankful if he could finish his graduation thesis, but Chu Ci said that he was forcing himself to bet on taking the Ph.D. exam and doing projects? Feng Yuguang chases dramas and plays games every day to pick up girls, he is not a person who is obsessed with academics. And if you listen to Chu Ci's confession, I don't believe you can't tell that he is not telling the truth, this kid is definitely hiding a lot of things!"

Yan Xie raised an index finger, stretched it to Qin Chuan's nose, and shook it:

"I reserve my opinion on the first half of your sentence, but only agree with the second half."

"—he did hide some things."

Half an hour ago, the interrogation room.

"He bet Cobb."

"what?"

"He bet he will be able to take the Ph.D. exam," Chu Ci said helplessly, "I don't know what gave him such confidence, maybe it's the final grades that miraculously fly at low altitude every time."

Yan Xie and the criminal police officer in charge of recording looked at each other, both of them were very surprised.Then he turned to Chu Ci: "—how did you guys manage to talk about this topic?"

"When I came in, he was reading a book. There was an experiment he didn't understand, so he asked me if I could explain it. The relationship between me and him was not so bad that I couldn't even talk, so I talked about 10 Minutes, and there are still a few points at the end that he can't understand, so I said let's go here first, anyway, those are extra-curricular extensions, so it doesn't matter much to him if he doesn't understand."

"Then he got anxious and told me not to look down on people too much, saying that I am no worse than anyone else, and if I want to take the doctoral exam, I will definitely pass it." Chu Ci explained: "Actually, I didn't mean to look down on him."

Yan Yuxin said that we all understand that the natural discrimination of bullies against low-achieving students is often not even realized by themselves, but we low-students are actually very sensitive.But he was noncommittal on the surface, and only asked: "So you made a bet? What is the bet?"

"The subject. If he really passes the exam, I will take him to do the subject."

"Then what if he doesn't pass the exam?"

Chu Ci suddenly fell silent, and it took several seconds before he replied, "I lost a dollar."

Everyone inside and outside the interrogation room was stunned.

"..." Yan Yan confirmed, "One dollar?"

"I didn't believe he could pass the exam, and I didn't bother to get any benefits from it. But he was very emotional at the time, and insisted on pulling me to reason, so I had to send him away quickly so that he could go back to the laboratory." Chu Ci let out a long sigh , This time he sighed slightly: "If I knew that this was the last time I saw him, maybe I would have stayed longer... At least help him explain the last few knowledge points."

There was no sound in the interrogation room, and everyone was lost in thought, only listening to their own breathing.

"Can I ask you? Feng Yuguang...how did he die?"

Yan Yan recovered from his thoughts, let out a "huh", and said casually, "Drugs cause hallucinations."

Chu Ci was a little surprised: "Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"It is precisely because the case is uncertain that we need to investigate. It is inconvenient to disclose the specific details during the investigation stage. You, a talented student of relevant laws and regulations, don't need us to tell you more."

"..."

Yan Xie closed the shorthand notebook, stood up and loosened his shoulders, as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the last question. When my colleague asked you about that luxury bag just now, why did you answer that you didn't know at all? "

Chu Ci had already stood up, but she hesitated a little when she heard the words.

"...I don't want to get in trouble."

When he stopped, he slightly missed Yan Yan's line of sight, and said, "Send me a bag out of nowhere, this matter is really incomprehensible... When encountering weird things, normal people's reaction is to stay away, isn't it a police officer?"

·

"It's really weird, but just based on this, we can't conclude that Chu Ci is suspected of committing the crime."

Yan Xie opened the window, and the fresh air in the morning flooded in, sweeping away the various smells that had mixed and fermented overnight in the office.Qin Chuan stood behind the desk, still a little puzzled: "How to say?"

"If I want to kill my roommate, I will choose a place I am familiar with, not thousands of miles away from an unfamiliar place. In fact, 90.00% of student injury cases happen on campus. If you really want to kill someone, create an experiment Accidents in the lab are far more convenient than scopolamine and methamphetamine."

Qin Chuan was thoughtful.

"However," Yan Yan changed the subject: "—Chu Ci's confession did give me a little inspiration."

"what?"

"It's still rather vague at the moment, I can't tell. I only vaguely feel that Feng Yuguang's death may have something to do with his vow to take the exam. The monitoring of the chemical company suddenly broke down is also a coincidence."

"But now I just want to sleep." Yan Yan turned around and stretched his waist long: "The handsome, unrestrained and charming brother Yan, in order to enrich and entertain the spare time life of single young women in this city, on the blind date During the long journey, I fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly, so that I was exhausted and exhausted, and I urgently needed two hours of carefree sleep like a baby to relieve my tortured heart..."

Qin Chuan mocked: "Don't put gold on your face, you will die if you are exhausted? You have a good idea."

Yan Xie: "Forcibly masturbating to ashes, have you never tried it?"

Qin Chuan: "..."

"By the way," Yan Xie suddenly remembered something, and stopped Qin Chuan who was about to go out: "Please tell the field team for me, so that people can immediately dispatch second-hand luxury goods in the city centered on the crime scene. shop."

Qin Chuan asked: "Second-hand shop?"

"Look for the target backpack that is missing a zipper wedge." Yan Xie said, "It's such a new and recognizable brand, I don't believe that someone took it home and used it as a grocery bag."

Even in the city bureau, Yan Xie is a rare existence - he doesn't need to rest.

He is a spirited monster who can fight for three days and two nights in a row, and he is a monster who chases drug dealers for ten kilometers without stopping.He can endure more than a habitual thief, more active than a serial killer, and more persistent and swift than a bank robber; with him, the captain of the detachment can finally find time to perform a cardiac catheterization that he hasn't had time to do for many years .

Yan Xi drew the curtains, lay down on the table, and closed his eyes to ponder the confession.An elusive guess arises from the bottom of my heart, but as long as I concentrate a little, the inspiration is like a naughty little fish, and it quickly slips away with a flick of its tail.

"Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"I often come home late from parties, and usually like to play games,"

"Perhaps it's the miraculous low-altitude flying every time that gave him confidence..."

……

What makes a rich second generation with limited study time able to fly at low altitude every time, and what makes him confident that he will succeed in the Ph.D. exam?

If it were any other university, it might be tricky, but Chu Ci's university can basically rule out the possibility of money effect.

——Then, is it related to Feng Yuguang's death?

Yan Mao took a deep breath, knowing that he had to seize the time to sleep now, so he eliminated those distracting thoughts and buried his head in the dark space framed by the solid wood desk and arms.

The voices of people outside the door gradually faded away, and the cars coming and going downstairs in the criminal investigation detachment turned into silence; in an instant, he sank into the deep sea, half asleep and half awake, and space and time were quietly reorganized, bringing the long-forgotten subconscious to the surface.

In a daze, he left the office and stepped into a bustling hall.

There was constant laughter in the ears, and the cups of wine were intertwined, which seemed to be an extremely festive ceremony.He stood dimly between the tables and chairs, when suddenly someone behind him laughed and said, "Why are you running around like a fly without a head, where is the person, why don't you go and say thank you?"

Thank you, Yan Yan thought to himself, why should I thank you?

Everything I did today was done by myself, who should I thank?

But in the dream, he couldn't help himself, and walked forward unsteadily wrapped in the crowd.I don't know how many laughing and blurred people passed by, and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him, and I saw a slender and tall figure with his back to him, leaning against the window, whispering something into the phone.

"Why don't you toast with someone, Yan Yan? After so much trouble, if it wasn't for Team Jiang, would the second-class merit be your turn in the end?"

"Go up, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Look at you, you can't even talk anymore, aren't you usually good at chattering? Why are you so stupid?"

……

No, my credit is earned by myself and has nothing to do with anyone.

Why should I toast?Who do I rely on?At the critical moment, is there anyone else besides me who risked his life to hold back the drug dealer?

There seemed to be countless voices clamoring in his heart, but the reality was that Yan Xie took a step forward.He couldn't control his hands and feet, and the heavy anger couldn't stop the imperceptible greater thrust; as if repeating a certain fact that happened, he raised his glass, and then heard his younger, slightly murmured voice say:

"That, Team Jiang..."

Then he saw that scene again.

Among all the plausible dreams, only this scene is real, and it is so clear and vivid that it seems to have happened yesterday.

The figure was on the phone without looking back, only raised his hand.The five fingers are thin and the palm is facing outward, which is a gesture of gentle but decisive rejection.

"I see," said the man, "go ahead."

There is no hypocrisy and obedience, and there is no need for the slightest flattery.All the anger and unwillingness are gone, and the psychological walls that have been piled up layer upon layer are swept away in an instant.

The weightlessness made Yan Mao feel a little at a loss for a moment.

"Go," he heard the man's tone slightly accentuated.

Yan Mao couldn't remember how he turned around and walked away, all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head, but it might also be because of the alcohol.The boiling anger that was forcibly suppressed when he came here suddenly disappeared, and the release of the pressure made the soles of his feet flutter, and he was in a daze, and the root of his tongue was filled with unspeakable pain and numbness.

But he should be happy.

He "proved" himself, although the enemy didn't care much, and didn't even need him to fight.

Yan Xie walked through the crowded hall and through the winding corridors.He settled the blood and tears of more than ten years of criminal police career in his heart, and left the hard work and ups and downs of the deputy branch for five years behind him.

He walked towards this familiar office, put his head on his arm, and fell into a short and hasty deep sleep.

Jingle bell--

Yan Yan was startled and woke up suddenly, only to see the phone on the desk ringing wildly, and subconsciously answered it in a haze: "Hello?"

He wasn't quite clear-headed yet, but Ma Xiang's loud voice rang out immediately: "Brother Yan! The case center received a call to the police, and the logistics were directly transferred to your side!"

"Why call the police?" Yan Yan was still a little confused, "Who called the police?"

In the next second, Ma Xiang drove away the last trace of sleepiness in him.

"Lu Chengjiang," Ma Xiang said, "is the gentle, wheelchair-bound man at the scene of the [-] frozen corpse case—remember? He called the police, and the logistical discovery was urgent. Let us hurry over there immediately."