Breaking Through the Clouds

"Is there a murder or an eternal injustice in 701?" Yan Xie's first reaction was this.

Jiang Ting glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth, as if a little helpless: "There is nothing."

"That……"

"First of all, you need to know why some things seem so simple and insignificant, but others are unwilling to tell you, even though it is a harmless answer from any point of view." Jiang paused, Said: "Because the truth is always intertwined. The truth of this society is like a crime. As long as a small corner is opened, experienced criminal investigators can dig in deeply, and uncover countless interlocking inside stories from ten to ten. dug out of the eighth hell, especially you."

"A front-line criminal policeman with a strong capital background, who is in charge of the criminal investigation work of the provincial capital city, and has a strong desire to solve the case - it is very troublesome to meet any of the above three conditions, let alone you have all three points? Who can guarantee you? If you are in a very stable state, you will not get sick? If you rampage on the battlefield like a flaming tank, who can control the situation?"

Yan Xie was taken aback by these rhetorical questions, and immediately pointed to himself: "Do I look like a person who will fall ill at any time?"

Jiang Ting raised his eyelids to look at him, and sighed.

"Hiss—" Yan Yan took a breath in disbelief, "Then tell me what happened in 701, why Qi Sihao didn't dare to continue to investigate the incident of Wang Xingye's fall from the building, I promise not to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it."

Jiang Ting lowered his head and flicked the cigarette ash. The movement was very subtle, and then he said, "I didn't find out this matter, but I inquired about it. The person who told me this matter also took a great risk, because it The time happened after the Gongzhou Plastic Factory explosion three years ago."

—— Yan Yan was stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be that time?

Then how did Jiang Ting find out?

"After that operation failed, the bureau set up an investigation team. The first task was to investigate whether the informant about the location of the drug dealer's transaction was true. The police confirmed the informant before the operation began. It was Red Heart Q that was transmitted to Rivet through a certain encrypted network. After Rivet died, the investigation team got his electronic equipment. After a series of complicated decryption, tracking and positioning, the technical team finally narrowed down the area to this community, and then The last row of this building was found to be room 701."

"That is to say, if the news received by Rivet really came from Red Heart Q, then it was first sent by Red Heart Q sitting in Room 701 of this apartment building." Jiang Ting suddenly looked at Yan Yan in the smoke: " Next, do you think that if you can identify all kinds of people entering and leaving this community from the surveillance, you can find out the Red Heart Q?"

This is indeed the case.80% of modern criminal investigation work relies on various surveillance cameras, so it often leads to a large number of investigation tasks, which also shows from one side that the daily investigation of criminal police is boring in reality.

But Yan Xie knew that since he asked this question, it meant that the Gongzhou investigation team failed to follow this path.

"Because after checking the monitoring, it was discovered that some of the vehicles entering and exiting this unremarkable community were registered under the names of private companies, and these private companies were inextricably linked with the families of officials of different levels: some were far-fetched, But there are some ambiguous ones. If we extend the monitoring time further to check, there are actually several big boss-level seniors in and out of the community, even the deputy mayor of Gongzhou, Yue Guangping, who just retired at that time."

Yue Guangping—Yan Mo suddenly remembered who he was.

Deputy Bureau Wei once said that Yue Guangping was the only one who insisted that Jiang Ting was not dead after the bombing, and that he might even be kidnapped by drug dealers, so he insisted on taking the lead in the rescue operation!

Jiang Ting didn't look at Yan Mao's unpredictable expression, and his tone of narration was always very flat: "These people and cars have their own reasons for entering and leaving the community, such as visiting relatives and friends or simply passing by, etc., which can be regarded as accidents. Fortunately. But even so, the investigation will be difficult to continue. If the scope of the review covers the entire community, it is unknown how many sensitive and delicate relationships will be exposed in broad daylight; but if it only targets that building and Room 701, The monitoring conditions at that time were not enough.”

"—Of course, the investigation team three years ago still has many other clues, so it doesn't have to be under heavy pressure to investigate this community." Jiang Ting changed the subject and said, "There are very few people who know the inside story. Therefore, this clue has gradually disappeared, and you Lu Bureau should have participated in some work on the periphery of the investigation team to know the key to it."

"...Then who told you the inside story?" Yan Xi finally couldn't help asking.

Jiang Ting was silent for a moment, then said, "Yue Guangping."

"What is your relationship?"

Jiang Ting seemed to feel a little funny, although there was no smile on his face: "He is the old boss who single-handedly promoted me, and the person who saved me from the King of Spades after the explosion, what do you think we should be related to? "

Yan Yan's thoughts turned, and he chased after him: "If the investigation team did rescue you back then, why didn't the authorities leave any records, and it was written in the file that there was no bones left in the explosion?"

Jiang Ting hadn't touched that cigarette except for the first two puffs, basically he burned it to the end.He pressed the faintly flickering red dot on the trash can to extinguish it, and said with a smile, "Did you just promise that you would not break the casserole and ask the end?"

Yan Mo was a little speechless.

"Whether Wang Xingye climbed up that building by himself or was coerced, he is too good at death." Jiang Ting threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and said lazily: "We all know that the one who killed him must be the spade K, but the scene was handled well, and no one could find any clues to investigate... I don't think Wang Xingye himself thought that before his death, that psychopath K of Spades really dared to kill people on the roof of that building Bar."

·

Han Xiaomei wanted to get out of the car but didn't dare, staying alone in the cab of Big G felt a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

Why did Team Yan suddenly lose his temper?Why is Consultant Lu confronting each other?On the surface, it seemed that Wang Xingye's fall could not be further investigated. In fact, even she could see that the real contradiction exposed by the dispute between the two was far more than that.

Consultant Lu—no, she corrected the person in her mind—is Captain Jiang.

There was almost no trace of that person on the intranet. Even if there were still a few words circulating in the system, it was nothing more than the captain who died of improper command, or an insider who was vaguely suspected of betrayal.The former is stupid and the latter is a disgrace, no matter what the truth is, it is enough to keep the top secret.

But Han Xiaomei didn't feel that was the case.

An idiot who misdirected and ruined the lives of his teammates would not rush out of the scene to lock down the suspect at the first moment of the sniping, and pursued him for hundreds of kilometers without losing the target vehicle; At the critical moment after the collision, an insignificant trainee policeman like her was ordered to stay in the car and go out alone to face the vicious gangsters, buying time for Team Yan to arrive.

"Even if everyone's mouths are worth it, at least I can secretly keep some of my own thoughts." She thought to herself, "As long as I don't say it, it will be fine."

Suddenly, a very familiar bell sounded from the backseat - Yan Yan didn't bring his mobile phone when he chased him down just now, and Bureau Lu called him back.

Han Xiaomei's revolutionary consciousness, which was still firm just now, was instantly dissipated. She turned her head suddenly to look at the back seat, and then stretched her head out of the window desperately. "Team Yan" had 180 back and forth conflicts between the two, and then realized that these two choices had the same goal. After the phone was disconnected, Dui Yan came back and became furious, tearing her into pieces of dried fish.

"Hello...Hello," Han Xiaomei finally picked up the phone tremblingly before the ringtone automatically hung up: "Hi, I am an intern of Team Yan..."

On the opposite side Lu Ju calmly said "Oh" and asked, "Where are you, Team Yan?"

Han Xiaomei felt blessed and said, "Go to the bathroom!"

"Are you almost in Jiangyang County?"

It is true that Jiangyang County is the way to go back to Jianning from Gongzhou, but they haven't left Gongzhou yet.Han Xiaomei didn't dare to lie to the director, so she could only vaguely say: "Well, it's almost... coming soon, but Captain Yan has been in the toilet, that... has been there for a long time..."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone.

"Okay." Director Lu said calmly, "But Jiangyang County has made some progress in the investigation of Fan Zhengyuan. Why don't you tell Yan Mo to hold back and go to Jiangyang County to continue?"

·

After 10 minutes, the Mercedes-Benz G that continued to drive forward at high speed.

"After investigation, Fan Si's hometown is in a certain village in Jiangyang County, and he went back before the incident, and now we have arranged for the local police and security director to accompany us to conduct the search?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously: "Are you sure it is Fan Si? Fan Wu?"

Han Xiaomei nodded vigorously while driving.

Yan Yan leaned over his upper body and stared suspiciously at Han Xiaomei in the front row: "You must have heard clearly, Fan Wu's gang has weapons and bullets, and if I bump into them head-on, I will take you Che is old, weak, sick, disabled." Then he turned to Jiang Ting: "Pregnant. How can I fight?"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

Jiang Ting was immersed in the world of chess, without raising his head, he said: "He said the opposite, I am old, weak, sick and disabled."

"But I'm not pregnant either?"

Jiang Ting said: "Then you have to pay attention, I see that your waist seems to have increased by an inch recently."

Han Xiaomei felt wronged: "..."

Yan Yan suddenly received a new text message, he picked it up to look at it, and was a little puzzled: "Why did Director Lu just post a popular science article in the criminal investigation group that young and middle-aged men are prone to hemorrhoids after squatting on the toilet for a long time?"

Han Xiaomei immediately retracted her head and pretended not to know anything.

The so-called subordinate villages of Jiangyang County are actually quite a distance away from Jiangyang County.Because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, the township police station has to manage several vast hills, so each village has a separate security director who is not included in the establishment. The sheep at home ate the grass of the North family; the external role was to use the advantages of the locals to cooperate with the police at the police station when "big events" happened.

This kind of search was easy for Yan Xie, but for the local police station and the chief of security, it was a rare event in a few years.

Director Lu had already greeted Jiangyang County, and probably specially told him, "Time is urgent, let our criminal investigation deputy branch come back to preside over the work as soon as possible", so when Yan Yan and the others rushed to the township police station, all The chief has personally led a skinny middle-aged policeman waiting at the gate in fear.

They didn't exchange much greetings, and there was no time to drink. Yan Xie stuffed two packs of soft China for one person, bid farewell to the director, took the policeman who was so happy to see his teeth but couldn't see his eyes, into the car, and drove all the way to the village bumping.The mountain road was extremely difficult to walk. When it was dark at the entrance of the village, the local security chief was harvesting watermelons from his melon field, and was sitting on a tractor waiting for them, shaking his big fan and scratching his feet.

Yan Xie asked Jiang to stop in the co-pilot, and he sat in the back seat with the skinny policeman, and they had already chatted all the way, so he patted him and said, "Go and tell this old man, just say that I know that it is hard to lead the way in the middle of the night. , don’t let him work in vain, and quickly take us to Fan Si’s house, I bought all his carload of watermelons.”

The skinny policeman was happy to be a favor, opened the car window and spoke to the mud-legged director in local dialect.As a result, the director was very happy when he heard it, and praised him repeatedly, and immediately took out a sharp long knife from his back waist.

Yan Yan: "...?!"

Reflexively, Yan Yan reached out for the gun, and the police hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, wait, he wants to cut melons for you!"

Yan Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Whatever to eat, it's getting dark! Tell him not to cut it up—hey, or just cut a piece, our delicate and expensive Consultant Lu hasn't had anything since the night Let's eat. Come to Consultant Lu to eat a piece of melon to quench his thirst..." Then he took the sweet and red watermelon cut by the security director himself, and handed it to Jiang Ting under Han Xiaomei's salivating eyes.

"Want to eat?" Jiang Ting asked in a low voice.

Han Xiaomei nodded eagerly.

"Drive," Jiang Ting ordered, "I'll cut it for you when I'm done."

Han Xiaomei was greatly encouraged, and started the G65 to keep up with the tractor of the chief security officer ahead.

The lights in the village are turned off at night, and the mountain road is really invisible. Even if the two headlights of the car are shining, they can't penetrate too far.At this time, the advantage of the local people showed up. The tractor groaned and circled countless times, and finally went around nine bends and eighteen bends, and stopped in front of a certain slope. The security director turned back and yelled at Big G a few times .

"I can't drive, I have to rely on people to go." The policeman translated to Yan Xie: "The house behind is the house where Fan Si lived in the village."

"Okay, please let him take us there." Yan Xie took out the bills from his wallet, did not count exactly how many bills were in the dark, felt the thickness and then handed it to the policeman, motioning him to hand it over to the uncle: "Han Xiaomei Wait in the car, Consultant Lu will follow me, remember to bring the survey box with you."

The professional melon farmer and amateur part-time security officer sold a whole tractor of watermelons. He couldn't help feeling refreshed and brisk on his feet. He took the lead and led the other four policemen to climb over the dirt slope, and then walked around a long section of winding field road before arriving. When I came to a brick house surrounded by a broken wall, I signaled that it was this house.

"Is there no one?" Yan Yan confirmed again.

The security director kept shaking his hands, and the policeman translated again: "He said that Fan Si left the village many years ago, and he came back occasionally a while ago. In the small broken backyard, he left again the next day. This village is not big at all, if there is a new face, the whole village will know it within half a day, it is impossible for Fan Si to sneak back without anyone knowing."

Yan Yanxin said, of course I know that Fan Si can’t sneak back, he’s so dead, even if he comes back, he’s still a ghost—but these days, ghosts are far less scary than humans, even if he turns into a ghost and comes back to claim his life. What does it matter to the people's police to go to the king of spades?

So he dismissed the chief of security, fumbled with Jiang Ting to put on shoe covers and gloves, asked the skinny policeman to stay outside the yard, and jumped over the wall to enter the house.

This is a typical rural self-owned building, with broken glass, cement walls, and a flashlight shining around. It can only be described as a house with bare walls.Yan Xie pushed open the creaking wooden door, elbowed Jiang to stop, and laughed softly, "Hello?"

"what?"

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"..."

"If you are afraid, you can hug your husband's hand for comfort, here."

Jiang Ting stared at the strong, muscular male arm that stretched out in front of his eyes, and he could see that he had spent a lot of money and time in the gym. For some reason, he looked down at his thinner arm again. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Yan Xie sneered: "I said you academics, don't be overwhelmed..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ting suddenly raised the flashlight to the tip of his chin, letting the light shine from below on his pale face, and stuck out his tongue gloomily at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan: "..."

Then Jiang Ting turned and left expressionlessly.

The three brick houses were as empty as they appeared, and there were no knives, axes, drugs, guns or bullets, or anything that could be used as physical evidence.

—but that's certainly not true.Fan Zhengyuan hadn't been back to his hometown for many years, but he came back just before the assassination of Jiang Ting. According to the analysis of normal criminal investigation logic, he was either here to fetch things or to hide things.

Yan Yan walked around the main room for a few times, thinking about how to get out of the house, only to hear the rustling in the backyard, and then Jiang Ting's voice came: "Hello!"

"Hey what, you will be asked when you go out in the future, 'Excuse me, what is the name of the gentleman you married?' Do you want to say, 'His surname is Wei'?" Yan Xi flicked on the flashlight, stepping around the brick Wafang walked to the backyard, and saw Jiang Ting with his back facing him, squatting on the weedy ground, as if he was trying to lift something from the ground.

"Oh, your posture is quite upright and upturned. What is this?"

"..." Jiang Ting didn't know if it was because of excessive force, his voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth: "The cellar..."

Yan Xi was taken aback.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come and help!"

The cellar was covered with stone slabs, Yan Xi inserted the flashlight into the waist of his trousers, stretched out his hand to support the other end of the slate, but did not lift it up completely immediately, maintaining that movement and licking the corner of his mouth at Jiang Mo: "Can you help me? "

"..."

"Give me a pinch?"

"..."

"Otherwise you can pinch me." Saying that, Yan Yan turned his head to gesture to himself.

Jiang Ting's small universe erupted out of nowhere, with both hands together, bang!The stone slab was firmly lifted up, revealing the tunnel underneath that only one person can pass through.