Breaking Through the Clouds

Jiang Ting thumped his head, and his black hair was rubbed against the door panel. There was an instant shock in his eyes, but Yan Xie's lips and tongue with the smell of tobacco had already filled his mouth, sweeping the palate and the bottom of his tongue.

It was indeed too sudden, completely contrary to Jiang Ting's original idea, so that his mind went blank, and he subconsciously reached out to push, but Yan Yan grabbed his arm and pressed against the back of the door.While struggling hastily, the door panel slammed several more times, and then it was rubbed by the back of the clothes, which was especially obvious in the bloodshot ear drums.

...will be heard by the people in the hallway, was the only thought in his mind.

Then he vaguely felt something strange, it seemed that it should have been a tit for tat, but the kiss was soft, thick and hot, and the nerve touch caused a slight tingling in the brain and spine.

So unreal.

It was absurdly dizzy.

Jiang Ting's fingernails dug into his palm, but he didn't feel it at first. The tingling pain was submerged in the overwhelming enthusiasm of being kissed. After a few seconds or even longer, he pulled out his hand tremblingly, forcefully holding Yan Yan Pushed out half a step.

The surroundings were frozen and quiet, and the walking and talking of the nurses in the distant corridor could be faintly heard, which contrasted with the two people's panting and breathing very clearly.

"..." Yan Xie stopped the rise and fall of his chest, stood up slowly according to the position of the incision on his abdomen, and asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Ting pinched the inner knuckle of his middle finger tightly with his thumb, so that he could make a more normal voice: "What's the matter, do you want me to praise you?!"

Although he tried his best to flatten his voice, the sound of the last word was raised a bit too much, even Yan Yan could recognize it.

But Yan Yan didn't smile, nor did he show any complacency, dissatisfaction, or other emotional fluctuations.

"I don't deserve your affirmation?" He asked back.

——All the trust mixed with temptation, the cooperation with hidden contradictions, the unreserved help in times of crisis, and the protection of life in times of distress, aren't these worthy of recognition?

"...What I said to Li Yuxin was indeed lying to her." After a long time, Jiang Ting said coldly, "The King of Spades is a drug lord, and I am a policeman. No matter what I do, I can't call it a betrayal. If your thinking To be led away by a psychopathic lunatic quickly feels that everyone around him may be a traitor."

He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and raised his chin slightly to Yan Yan: "You are over 30 years old, calm down and think clearly, don't play your own life to death."

Boom!

The door opened and closed, Jiang Ting's footsteps gradually disappeared in the distance of the corridor.

Yan Yan backed away slowly, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, inserted his fingers into his hair and rubbed vigorously, then suddenly took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, and picked up the new mobile phone to open the card.

"Hello, Dad." Yan Xie paused and said, "I've had some trouble in Jiangyang County, please call a cart to pick me up and go back to Jianning immediately."

Jiang Ting opened the passenger door, got in, and buckled the seat belt hard.

"Let's go."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Yang Mei was probably really anxious all the way, and she didn't even have time to put on the makeup that she regarded as her life: "Brother Jiang..."

"It's okay," Jiang Ting said, "That idiot who got shot and went into the operating room wasn't me."

However, the worry in Yang Mei's eyes didn't lessen because of this, on the contrary, it became more serious: "Brother Jiang, don't follow this case if it doesn't work. China is so big, how can we hide? First the hospital and this time, even sitting in the police car. Dare to do it, that person is simply, simply..."

"You mean the king of spades?"

Hearing this name suddenly in broad daylight made Yang Mei stunned for a moment, and then Sen Han jumped up from her spine, making her shiver involuntarily.

"It wasn't him who did it." Jiang Ting turned a blind eye to Yang Mei's trembling, and said, "But what is rare is that he left a loophole in this case, so we must pursue it."

"... what... what flaw?"

Jiang Ting didn't answer her right away, but took out sunglasses and a mask from the glove box and put them on, then tilted the seat back and adjusted it to an angle where his face would not be captured by the surveillance camera when he was on the highway.

"Go ahead," he said, "I'll sleep first and call me when we change hands."

Knowing that persuasion was useless, Yang Mei glanced at him worriedly, but Jiang Ting suddenly rubbed the mask on his face with his knuckles for some reason, and then put his hand back to his side.

Yang Mei couldn't help but glanced at it strangely.

——That subtle movement, it looked as if he subconsciously touched his lips.

Night Palace KTV.

The last time the car was parked at the back door was when I was just discharged from the hospital.When Jiang Ting got out of the car, he looked at the alley in the distance, but the young boy carrying a schoolbag and wearing a blue jacket, who hurriedly avoided him with a guilty conscience, was no longer under the street lamp.

He looked away.

"There's no need to ask the kitchen to make food." Jiang Ting stopped Yang Mei before she could speak, "I'll go up and look for something."

Yang Mei's tender girl's heart that she finally brought up was immediately poured down with a ladle of cold water.

Jiang Ting closed the door and turned on the lamp.

The suite above the KTV is different from the one he left in a hurry last time. The bedding and bedspreads were replaced with clean and fresh ones, the half-drunk water was poured out to water the potted plants, and the glasses were washed so they were transparent and shiny. Qi Lei lay on the tea table in front of the sofa.

Shura-

Jiang Ting closed the curtains, unbuttoned his clothes one by one, threw the shirt on the bed with his backhand, and walked into the bathroom.

The shower spouted warm water, and the heat quickly evaporated, Jiang Ting closed his eyes.

There was a time when he felt that the most comfortable way to bid farewell to this world was to drown in warm water, unconscious and quiet, as if returning to the womb of his mother, whose face he had long forgotten.But when he was tied on the seat belt and sank into the river, what he thought in the moment was, how can I die?

What he will never tell Yan Mao is that when the flooded car door was opened for the first time, he was actually awake for a few seconds.

He could feel that Yan Yan was dragged out, and the little girl beside him was rescued; The cold embrace of death.

This is the end, he thought then.

But he didn't expect that the car door would be opened again under the huge water pressure, and the hand that had appeared in the dream reached out to reality, grabbed him tightly, and dragged him to the other side of life.

Jiang Ting let out a long breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the blurry mirror on the opposite side, so he wiped the water vapor away.

The person in the mirror looks younger than he actually is, but not too young, at least the corners of his eyes have traces of age, but because he seldom smiles, the corners of his lips are abnormally flat, not as old as he is The nasolabial folds that people are accustomed to.

His complexion was paler than other children since he was a child, and he had been lying on the hospital bed for three years, which made his complexion paler and lifeless, and his eyes were a bit too sharp and dark.In the years after graduating from OUHK, his body was relatively healthy and capable, but now it is ruined. If you don't try your best to straighten your back and raise your head, you will look a little weak.

——That's not the pitiful weakness, but the old scars all over the body, and the alienation and indifference that are out of place, which makes people want to stay away from it.

Jiang Ting frowned and stared at the mirror, he didn't even think he looked very good.Not to mention comparing with a pretty girl, even standing next to a young and energetic little boy, he looks extremely uncute.

So the captain of the rich second-generation criminal investigation team surnamed Yan is probably not only stupid, but also a little blind.

Jiang Ting laughed at himself, and poured water on the mirror casually, and the unlovable figure was distorted in a strange way in the water traces.

After a while, he walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe, casually wiped his dripping hair, took out the whiteboard from behind the door, opened a safe that was welded to the wall under the desk next to the bed, and took out a few quilt wires. Tie a kraft paper bag.

Inside the paper bag were countless notes, old newspapers, dozens of photos, etc. scattered all over the table.

Jiang Ting took out a yellowed K of Spades playing card, nailed it to the center of the whiteboard with a magnet, and then took out a marker pen and drew two left and right arrows around it.The arrow on the left pointed to the Gongzhou Anti-drug Corps, and then another arrow was written on it: Hu Weisheng.

The arrow on the right points to a question mark, and under the question mark, left and right are separated, which respectively write Fan Zhengyuan and Jiangyang County.

He filled in fragments of key information beside each arrow, then took a half step back to examine the whiteboard, and after a while, he picked up the pen again and wrote two side-by-side phrases on the blank space:

Kidnapping for execution

He pointed "execution" to the king of spades, while "kidnapping" hesitated for a few seconds and pointed to the question mark.

There was only one lamp on in the suite, and most of the space, including the bed and the wardrobe, was hidden in the shadows. Only the square inch in front of me was shrouded in a warm orange halo.Jiang Ting held the hand holding the pen by his lips, subconsciously biting his thumbnail, and his eyes scanned the densely packed notes and familiar police portrait photos on the desktop.

Countless fragments of clues flashed erratically from the eyes, and finally settled on a distant and unclear detail.

——An empty mineral water bottle.

Ma Xiang said: "The fingerprints on the bottle body and the DNA on the bottle mouth point to the same direction, and only Shen Xiaoqi has touched it..."

The reason why the water bottle appeared at the scene was whether it was not taken away by mistake or was left behind on purpose, which is still unclear for the time being.But the water bottle itself revealed a sensitive and subtle hint, which was enough for Jiang Ting to grasp a crucial doubt—why is it so important for "that person" to repeat the past?

A person repeatedly goes to the theater to watch a certain performance, probably because he likes the content of the performance, is touched or resonates psychologically.

But if he walks from the auditorium to the backstage, writes the script himself, induces it repeatedly, and even forces the actors to re-interpret his own script over and over again, it can only mean that he is dissatisfied with the original script.

He is dissatisfied, but he can't go back in time to alter the plot that has ended. Over time, that kind of regret and unwillingness gradually fermented into paranoia, and finally developed into today's cruel and treacherous serial kidnapping.

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes.

The scariest criminals are not naturally anti-social, vengeful killers, or high-IQ professionals, but those who know that their minds are extremely twisted, but can control and enjoy this very well, thus bringing out their extremely high criminal talents.This kind of person is usually somewhat similar to the description of cold-blooded psychopaths in psychology. While lacking the ability to feel normal emotions, they are also extremely good at "imitating" emotions and using other people's feelings; therefore, although most of their emotional expressions are not expressive From the heart, but it is often difficult to see through its hypocrisy. At the same time, it avoids various psychological weaknesses of normal people because of their emotions.

Spade K is a typical example of this, even more ruthless and difficult to deal with because of the unique growth environment.

A slight icy arc suddenly appeared on the corner of Jiang Ting's lips.

When he just woke up from a coma, because of his extremely poor physical and mental state, he had difficulty adjusting his mind, and once had the thought that he would never be able to deal with the King of Spades in his life.But the appearance of this empty mineral water bottle seemed to give him a glimpse of an opportunity to take advantage of the desperate situation.

——That person's pursuit of bloody punishment revealed a strong and paranoid feeling, and feelings are bound to make people psychologically weak.

That said, the opponent is not invulnerable.

But how?

The room was quiet, Jiang Ting pulled out the pen cap, and was about to write something on the whiteboard, when suddenly he heard a voice outside the glass window:

dong dong dong.

He turned his head sharply.

dong dong!

Someone is knocking on the window?

Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the documents, materials, photos, etc. on the desktop into the safe and locked it, and wiped off the words on the whiteboard a few times, almost tidying up the beginning and the end, and then walked to the window, and slightly opened the curtain with two fingers. Picking a line, and then stunned:

"you……"

The one holding the drainpipe outside the window is Yan Yan!

For a moment Jiang Ting thought that something was wrong with his eyes, but then Yan Xie knocked on the window for the third time, with a painful expression on his face, meaning let me in quickly, I can't hold on any longer!

Jiang Ting: "..."

Jiang Ting opened the window and grabbed his hand, Yan Yan used his strength to climb up the window sill, and jumped into the room with a "hey", the momentum caused both of them to stagger back a few steps, and fell to sit on the bed at the same time.

"This is the third floor!" Jiang Ting got up angrily.

Yan Yan hissed and clutched the incision on his abdomen: "I drove for four or five hours..."

Who are you lying to?How far will your family go bankrupt before you can afford the hundreds of dollars for the chartered car? !

But Yan Xie's next sentence suppressed Jiang Ting's angry reprimand.He said: "I just came here to say sorry to you, I shouldn't test you so much today, I made a mistake in this matter."

"..."

"And I've figured it out." Yan Yan looked at him and said in a low voice: "After I think it over, I can't wait any longer. I can't wait for a moment. I really want to come and see you."