Breaking Through the Clouds

"...Microcrystalline Wax, Candelilla Wax, Hydrogenated Castor Oil, Hydrogenated Palm Kernel Oil, Hydrogenated Palm Oil, Iron Ionic Compound."

With gauze on his head, Yan Mao slapped the analysis report on the dining table.

The zenith revolving restaurant invested by the Yan family is fragrant and the piano is playing.Once the door of the private room is closed, the low-pitched laughter and conversation outside the door are completely isolated, only a gap is pushed open above the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and birdsong can be heard in the high-altitude wind.

They didn't return to Jianning until almost three o'clock last night, and Yan Yan was directly sent to the ambulance by the branch office.After learning that the deputy detachment leader was attacked by gunmen such as Fan Wu at night, most of the leadership of the city bureau was shocked. Bureau Lu rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night. I didn't even have time to get the tank.

The police center didn't make it clear, everyone thought that Yan Yan was seriously injured - who knew that Yan's deputy detachment deserved to be called a monster-level man, he was hit so hard on his forehead, but his skin was bleeding, he didn't get hurt brain.He sat in the emergency room while hanging water and reported to Director Lu the search results of the criminal Fan Zhengyuan's home, handed over 25 in cash and stolen money, and then, as they agreed on the road, he took the credit for shooting the kidnapper's gun into the air. On Han Xiaomei's head.

Han Xiaomei was very uneasy. Luckily, Bureau Lu only looked at her a few times, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Xie dealt with the cunning old bureau chief and the parents who rushed over after hearing the news, and slept in the hospital until noon the next day before being woken up alive by hunger.Deputy Yan, who was revived with full blood, washed up, shaved his beard, and put on a well-made shirt and trousers, just like an elite actor who crossed over to an American crime movie at eight o'clock in China, looking brand new from the inside out; and then Only then did he take the technical investigation report and wandered out to find Captain Jiang for dinner.

Jiang Ting had already eaten, with steaming coffee and afternoon tea cakes in front of him, he frowned and took the report: "Cosmetics?"

"Yes, cosmetic ingredients." Yan Yan gobbled down a plate of Italian lobster noodles, and let out a long breath: "Technical detective Lao Huang said that the test result is exactly the same as the push-tube eyebrow pencil of the little girl in his department."

Jiang Ting nodded, picked up the coffee and took a sip, Yan Yan suddenly asked suspiciously: "But how do you know, have you used it?"

Jiang Ting covered his mouth and choked a few times, "Yang Mei used it."

"What's the relationship between you two? It's either a curling iron or an eyebrow pencil all day long. You two still use the same bottle of facial cleanser, right?"

"..." Jiang Ting said helplessly: "When Yang Mei was working as an informant in Gongzhou, one time she delivered an urgent report in a nightclub. She didn't have a pen at hand, so she used eyebrow pencil and lipstick. Later, she probably got caught in a spy war. Every time I use eyebrow pencil and lipstick, I also change different colors according to the reliability of the informant..."

Yan Yan said solemnly: "Don't do this next time. According to my analysis of more than ten years of criminal investigation work experience, she is trying to seduce you."

"..."

The two stared wide-eyed, and after a while Jiang Ting finally clicked on the report: "I will admit the lipstick part, but not the eyebrow pencil. At most, it can only mean that the person who handed over the money to Fan Zhengyuan may be a woman."

Yan Xie narrowed his eyes: "Red Heart Q?"

Just as Jiang Ting was about to say something, the box door was knocked twice, and then a young man poked his head in with an "excuse me" expression on his face.

"Ma Xiang?" Yan Yan was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ting beckoned him to come in: "I asked him to come over - did you bring anything?"

"I brought it with me. I even found a computer." Ma Xiang put down his shoulders and called the waiter to order something to eat without any hesitation—it is the restaurant opened by his brother Yan's family anyway, and it is not the first time for him Here you go, order with confidence and ease.After ordering, he asked the waiter to go out, and took it to the door strictly, and then took out the hard disk and computer from the bag under Yan Yan's suspicious gaze.

Yan Xie asked: "What are you two doing, sneaking around behind my back?"

"I asked Ma Xiang to find your technical team and copied some things from Wang Xingye's computer. I called and ordered in front of you on the way back to Jianning from Jiangyang County last night. Han Xiaomei can testify. "

"Why am I not impressed?"

Jiang Ting said coldly: "You were talking nonsense while having a fever..."

"Ah, yes," Yan Yan suddenly remembered, "It's when I vaguely planned for us to go abroad for our honeymoon?"

Jiang Ting was expressionless.

"Brother Yan," Ma Xiang said with a solemn expression, "According to what I heard on the phone, it was when you said that Consultant Lu didn't have a natural body shape, and wondered if he could give you two children smoothly."

Yan Yan: "..."

Jiang Ting turned on the computer, inserted the hard disk, and after a while, a dense folder popped up on the screen.

Ma Xiang's order came, and he sat cross-legged at the other end of the dining table to eat and drink, and Yan Xie moved the chair behind Jiang Ting.Seeing that the screen was full of titles mixed with Japanese, English, traditional Chinese and meaningless characters that every straight man is very familiar with, Yan Yan suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.

"...Although I can't speak Japanese," Yan Yan propped his chin with one hand, and said deeply in a thinker's sculpture pose, "but thanks to the teachers who are both virtuous and talented, I can write extremely well, thirty ways, and waste karma in the world. I still understand what the word means... What are you doing?"

Jiang Ting slid the mouse down, quickly skimmed over the provocative porn titles, then suddenly paused, and clicked on a "Art Exhibition Related" folder.

"The surname Wang is also strange. There are art exhibition materials stuffed in his special file folder, so he doesn't find it bothersome to find them?" Ma Xiang said vaguely while eating, "Or does it mean that he pays special attention to the combination of work and rest? , don’t you forget to masturbate to the teachers at work?”

Jiang Ting said, "No."

The exhibition file folder is full of pictures imported from digital cameras. Jiang Ting clicked on the first one and zoomed in—then, unexpectedly, a pair of female feet appeared on him in a very impactful posture. before.

"This is Wang Xingye's private art exhibition." Jiang Ting flipped through the albums one by one, and the constantly changing screen images shone faintly in his eyes: "It is Wang Xingye who can't announce it, but can only hide it in the computer. A unique hobby that I secretly admire..."

He paused and said, "Foot fetish."

Obviously, Ma Xiang didn't actually click into the folder to read it when he copied it, so he was stunned with Yan Yan on the spot.

"How do you know he has a foot fetish?" Yan Yan reacted in surprise.

Jiang Ting sighed, "Remember when Wang Xingye just ran away, you searched his residence in Jianning, and found a bunch of women's socks of various colors and materials?"

Ma Xiang was stunned and said: "Later we questioned some of his sex friends, and those women claimed all the socks..."

"Do you think he kept these socks just to show off?" Jiang Ting asked Ma Xiang, "No, collecting used shoes and socks is one of the typical external characteristics of foot fetishism, but at that time it caused me What I paid attention to was not this, but another point: the ages of those women were concentrated between 34 and [-]."

Yan Yan pinched his chin: "I noticed it at the time, but I think it's just because, as a middle-aged man, he prefers mature opposite sex..."

"It's not a liking, it's a sexual fetish. Pay attention to all his paintings," Jiang Ting repeatedly clicked the drop-down button, and countless feet flashed on the screen: "These feet all have a very distinctive thing in common: they are painted with bright nail polish , not slender and small, even leaning towards plumpness and age. A person's sexuality will be extremely difficult to change after it is formed. For minority sexuality, only by satisfying psychological needs can arouse physiological impulses—that is, only mature, Only plump women with nail polish can arouse Wang Xingye's physical desire. Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?"

The surroundings fell into silence, and Ma Xiang even forgot about the food. A piece of cut beef sat on the fork for a long time without being delivered to his mouth.

"...Buwei." Yan Yan murmured, "Buwei said that Wang Xingye had been sexually harassing her for a long time, and even almost raped her..."

Jiang Ting said: "This is impossible. Wang Xingye's own moral standards are quite low. If he had such a strong obsession with her, he would definitely steal her shoes and socks - but Ma Xiang also said just now that his family All the women's collections have been claimed, and there is no Buwei's."

Ma Xiang lost his voice: "The little girl is lying!"

"When I saw the four characters 'two hundred and fifty thousand', I thought it was too neat and elegant, and it didn't look like what Wang Xingye could write, but that was just a feeling. Later, I saw the oily wax of the handwriting. The texture is too delicate, not like a crayon but like an eyebrow pencil, so I have a vague guess."

Jiang Ting closed the computer, clicked it, and immediately raised his eyes to stare at Yan Xie: "We can probably guess the reason why Fan Zhengyuan was killed, but here is a paradox: If Fan Zhengyuan's killing was punitive, why did he hire him? Wang Xingye, who killed me, was unharmed and did not receive any punishment? The only explanation is that Wang Xingye had nothing to do with this matter, and Fan Zhengyuan took on the private work of a female employer."

Ma Xiang was puzzled at the side: "What? Hire him to kill Consultant Lu?" But no one paid any attention to him.

"...This female employer can get in touch with Wang Xingye's subordinates, and can bypass Wang Xingye to have private contact with the killer..." The countless vague doubts in Yan Xie's mind finally became blurred and connected into a complete logical line: "Could it be ..."

Jiang Ting said those two words coldly: "Buwei."

The box was silent for a moment, and the beef on Ma Xiang's fork fell back onto the plate with a clatter.

Yan Xie suddenly grabbed the phone and stood up, walked around the dining table, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and made a call:

"Hey, Han Xiaomei, did you say last night that you are going to the hospital to accompany Buwei this afternoon?"

Han Xiaomei on the opposite side didn't know what to answer, Yan Yan said in a deep voice: "Listen, don't ask why, go and do something for me right now."

·

Hospital corridor.

Han Xiaomei hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, turned around and opened the door of the ward.

The sunlight was very good, projecting in from the clean glass window, the girl's cheeks were white and tender, almost transparent.When she heard the sound of the door being pushed, she raised her head from the album in her hand, smiled at Han Xiaomei, her pink lips curved into a very nice arc: "Sister, are you here?"

Han Xiaomei also laughed, trying to make herself look into Buwei's eyes: "I just came from the office, and I happened to meet the doctor, about the cost of follow-up treatment..."

Buwei put down the album, looking a little worried: "What did the doctor say?"

"Don't worry, you are an underage victim, and the basic expenses can be reimbursed." Han Xiaomei hurriedly said: "But there is one thing we can't make up your mind for you, that is, the medication during the period of follow-up recuperation and hospital observation, the doctor said There are several plans to choose from, and of course the price of each plan must be different—you know, a hospital.”

Buwei said softly: "I don't have much money, so I can leave the hospital now..."

"The doctor said it's best to talk to your guardian." Han Xiaomei looked at her fixedly, but her tone was very natural: "I told him that you don't have a guardian for the time being, but you are already a big girl with your own opinions. You can find one by yourself." The decision is made after consultation with the attending physician. What do you think?"

Buwei's clear, bright, slightly elongated eyes fell on Han Xiaomei's face. After looking at it for a while, she seemed relieved, and said, "Well... can I do it myself?"

"If it doesn't work, I can only ask the bureau to try to notify your other relatives. Did your parents have other contacts before their death? Uncles and cousins ​​are also okay?"

As expected, Buwei immediately put down the picture book upon hearing this: "Sister, I'd better go by myself, I can do it by myself. Is the doctor in the office?"

Han Xiaomei nodded and smiled.

I don't know why, maybe it's a psychological effect. Two days ago, she was a cute little girl who could get along with her naturally, but suddenly there seemed to be an indescribable change. The thin oxygen makes it even more difficult for people to breathe.

"It's the doctor who does the usual ward rounds. You know him. His surname is Li." Han Xiaomei watched Buwei walk out of the ward, and suddenly added: "You can just go to him after you go."

The girl turned her head, thanked Han Xiaomei earnestly, opened the door and went out.

click.

Han Xiaomei maintained that movement, her whole body frozen in place.

Three seconds later, as if a certain switch had been turned on, she quickly stepped forward and opened the door a crack, poked her head out, and made sure that Buwei was walking towards the nurse's station at the end of the corridor.Then she immediately closed the door of the ward, pulled up the cloth curtain on the glass door frame, turned around and rushed to the locked bedside table, took out two hairpins from the pocket of the police uniform trousers, poked them into the keyhole and twisted them a few times .

With a soft click, the lock cylinder popped open.

Buwei's red schoolbag was quietly placed in the bedside table.

Every beat of Han Xiaomei's heart pulled the flesh in her throat fiercely. While she kept turning her head to pay attention to the movement at the door of the ward, she opened the chain of the bag with trembling hands and flipped it a few times. Not long after, she finally touched Yan Xie and told her to What I was looking for-

A bunch of house keys.

·

"Dr. Li has an operation, and he probably won't be back until after get off work. Do you have anything to do with him?"

There were people coming and going in the nurse's station, and Bu Wei was still wearing a white floral nightgown, with her hands folded politely in front of her body, the expression on her face seemed to change suddenly when she heard this.

"Do you have any questions to ask the doctor?" The head nurse looked at her with concern: "How about I call you?"

"..." Buwei took half a step back—but it was only half a step.Immediately afterwards, she seemed to have controlled her emotions, with a slight smile on her face, and nodded to the head nurse: "It's nothing, thank you sister, then I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"Hey, you..."

The head nurse wanted to ask something, but the girl had already turned around and walked quickly through the corridor.She came to the door of the ward, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open without hesitation, so much that the door panel made a sound in the air——

call!

A tall, thin and quiet figure turned his back to her, sitting in the armchair in front of the hospital bed, gently flipping a page of the album in his hand.

Buwei's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Hello, I'm Lu Chengjiang, consultant of the Jianning Municipal Bureau." Jiang Ting closed the album and turned around: "I hope you can cooperate to answer a few questions."

Jiang Ting's eyes met the girl's across the air. This side angle from bottom to top allowed them to see half of the silhouette most similar to each other in each other's eyes.Even though it was midsummer, the air seemed to condense into the most stinging ice balls, crawling from the tailbone inch by inch to the back of the head.

Buwei's breathing became a little short of breath, but Jiang Ting didn't seem to notice it, watching her slightly tilted her head towards the hospital bed, and said:

"sit."

Meanwhile, the hospital is downstairs.

Han Xiaomei rushed down the steps, holding her knees out of breath, and just raised her head to look around when a Phaeton stopped in front of her silently from the crowd.

The co-pilot's window lowered, revealing Yan Yan's stern face: "Get in the car."