Breaking Through the Clouds
Chapter 99
"I've seen this bullet." Jiang paused, and then said, "To be precise, I've seen this batch of bullets."
Yan Xi was a little surprised: "What?"
Jiang Ting raised his chin to the phone and asked, "Do you know what the metal lettering outside the fire cup at the bottom of the shell represents?"
This is not a difficult question. Although Yan Xie's theoretical courses in the police academy were average, the man's natural love for guns and firearms prevented him from forgetting this part of knowledge: "The code name and production year of the arsenal, what's wrong?"
"The inscription on this bullet is 421, 04, that is, in 2004, it was produced by Southwest Fuling Group, code-named 421. Southwest Fuling Group was one of the earliest military enterprises in China. Before liberation, it mainly produced various types of bullets and Due to policy changes after the reform and opening up, Cannonball, like most military enterprises at that time, gradually transformed into an auto parts and motorcycle manufacturing enterprise.”
"Until the beginning of this century, Fuling Group began to undertake some military projects. Most of the guns and bullets produced were supplied to the Southwest Military Region after the rectification of the supply and demand department, and a small amount was supplied to the public security system. Around 03, Fuling Group responded to the national military industry. According to the policy, internal adjustments were made, and some types of firearm bullets were changed from all-brass shells to aluminum copper-plated, and all 2004mm pistol bullets produced after the Spring Festival in 9 became copper-plated.”
Yan Mo suddenly understood something.
The shell casings he photographed are obviously all copper, that is to say, the production date can only be the short 2004 days from January 1, 1 to the Spring Festival!
"Yes." Jiang Ting knew what he was thinking without looking at it: "Except for the New Year's Day holiday, the actual start time should only be about ten days. Then estimate the total production capacity of Fuling Group and the production volume of other types of bullets. The all-brass 412mm Luger bullets of 04 and [-] should be very rare."
Yan Xie immediately asked: "Then as long as we investigate the whereabouts of these bullets, won't we be able to pinpoint the suspect?"
——As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized his absurdity.
It is impossible for other arsenals to let him investigate obediently. Starting from the perspective of bullets, it is less reliable than reporting to the Ministry of Public Security and applying for a comparison of national police gun rifle data.
But Jiang Ting didn't make fun of him, instead he nodded: "That's indeed the way of thinking."
Yan Yan: "..." Are you trying to find a way for your husband to step down in disguise?
Jiang Ting didn't seem to notice Yan Yan's expression, or he noticed it but didn't bother to pay attention to it - judging from Jiang Ting's style of advocating minimalism, the latter is more likely.
"As I said, I have seen bullets with this batch number. It was in the Gongzhou anti-drug detachment a few years ago. If its production is very, very rare, and it used to exist in the Gongzhou public security system, then According to the general principle of product distribution in military enterprises, it is very likely that the entire batch of brass 9mm Luger ammunition was supplied to Gongzhou. Go abroad."
Jiang Ting's narration was steady and quiet, and Yan Yan was stunned for a while before asking: "...Are you sure?"
"Probably."
When Jiang Ting said high probability, that basically meant certainty.
"But how do you know the inside story of Fuling Group's bullet production, and how can you still remember the serial number of the bullets from a few years ago?"
Jiang Ting smiled, the smile was not obvious under the shadow of the lamp, as if he just twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "I've always paid more attention to this. Besides, anyone who pays a little attention to military news will know about the fact that my country's production of bullets is changed from brass to copper plating. Bar."
This is obviously perfunctory.
It should be because he saw the subtlety in Yan Yan's eyes, Jiang Ting added a rare sentence, this time the meaning of the wry smile could not be concealed: "The price of full copper bullets and copper-plated bullets is different... Do I need to continue to explain? ?”
Yan Mo opened his mouth halfway, said "ah" silently for a moment, patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You were also a spy in Gongzhou back then."
Jiang Ting asked flatly: "Do you think it is easy for ordinary people to fight monsters and upgrade in the Gongzhou system? Judging from the average professional level of the Jianning City Bureau, the difficulty of the Gongzhou dungeon is about yours multiplied by ten and then squared."
Yan Xie didn't care about Jiang Ting's usual ridicule of the Jianning City Bureau. He was used to it anyway. He was more concerned about: "But how can we be sure now? Only the local Public Security Bureau can check the rifling data of police pistols." , but Gongzhou..."
It is theoretically feasible to report to the Ministry of Public Security according to the procedure and then investigate layer by layer.But after being in the system for a long time, even Yan Xie, a former idealist, knows very well that many things go from "theoretically feasible" to "practical feasible", often through a natural moat that is invisible to the naked eye.
Waiting for a year and a half to compare the rifling, the grass on Yan Xie's grave may have grown to half a person's height.
Jiang Ting opened his mouth, he seemed to hesitate to speak, and after a while he breathed out softly: "There is a way."
Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, only to hear him spit out three words: "Qi Sihao."
Qi Sihao, a policeman of the second anti-narcotics detachment, Jiang Ting's subordinate, is now the first captain of the Gongzhou criminal investigation team.
A man with a lot of thoughtfulness, a bit of a hobgoblin, a bullying man who deliberately put on a straight uniform to straighten his waist when facing Yan Xie.
Yan Xie had never seen an old front-line criminal policeman with soft and cold palms. Even Deputy Bureau Wei, who had been in the leadership post for a long time, had scars and calluses on his palms that couldn't be erased, but Qi Sihao was the first one.
"Is there a breakthrough in his body?" Yan Xie sat up straight and asked seriously.
"Have."
Yan Xie squinted at Jiang Ting's expression, and suddenly realized: "You went to Gongzhou with Yang Mei this time to confirm this?"
Maybe because Jiang Ting has warmed up, his pale and bluish face has returned to normal, and the whiteness is very even, so it seems that the hair and pupils are unusually black, and even a little dark: "Do you still remember us? The bag of fentanyl compounds found on Hu Weisheng's rooftop."
Of course Yan Xie remembered that when Jiang Ting saw the bag of blue powder, he tried to hide it and take it away.
Jiang Ting said: "I took it away, but it wasn't because I wanted to take drugs..."
"I know." Yan Xie interrupted him, with an indistinct smile flashing across his eyes: "You are for the transparent bag that contains the drugs."
Jiang Ting didn't expect that he knew the answer, so he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
"I later thought about why you wanted to hide this package of drugs. If it was only because of the drugs themselves, it would be a matter of time before Hu Weisheng was arrested and the new fentanyl compounds would be discovered by the police. There are so many "blue gold" transactions on the border. It just takes a little more time to get the sample. That is to say, what you are trying to hide is not the blue gold itself, but other clues."
Yan Xie approached slightly, staring at Jiang Ting's black and white eyes, and said with a smile, "It's the ... handwritten label on the sealed transparent bag."
— Group C nine boxes of 7704.
In the lower right corner of the sealed bag, the handwriting on the yellowed label was slightly faded, clearly appearing in front of Jiang Ting's eyes.
Yan Mao was too close, and the sense of oppression in the male instinct was faintly covered.
Jiang Ting leaned back slightly, squinted his eyes and looked up and down the handsome face of Deputy Yan's detachment, and snorted from his nasal cavity for a long time: "Although your reflex nerve arc has been dull for a whole five months..."
Deputy Yan's detachment humbly accepted it as a compliment.
"...But how did you react?"
"Oh, actually, two days ago, Director Lu asked me to go to the prohibited warehouse for sale to help with the review. I saw the seized goods sent by the anti-drug detachment. There was a box of heroin in it that was sorted into small bags. Each bag was sealed with a sticker. Make a mark." Yan Yan blinked slyly: "I was only searching for drugs before, and I never knew what would happen to the drugs after they entered the warehouse for sale. It was not until I saw this scene that I realized that you hid the bag of blue gold. , because you found the serial number in the lower right corner of it, which confirmed that Hu Weisheng's bag of blue gold was stolen goods—but how did you determine that it came from Gongzhou, not other local police?"
Jiang Ting's pupils were pressed into a line, faintly flickering in the darkness.
"Because the pending number," he said coldly, "is in my handwriting."
——No wonder his first reaction was to hide!
Yan Yan silently said "Oh—" for a while, then pondered: "So when Hu Weisheng got drunk and boasted to others, saying that he stole this bag of blue gold from the King of Spades, this should be a lie. The truth should be Gong Someone in the state system was secretly selling seized drugs for sale, and by chance, this bag of blue gold flowed into Hu Weisheng's hands?"
Jiang Ting nodded: "It should be."
"Hiss," Yan Yan rubbed his chin, thought for a long time, and said with emotion: "Your dungeon is indeed a treasure land of geomantic omen where talents are born... Hey! Hit someone again!"
Yan Yan smiled and held Jiang Ting's hand, pulled his upper body into his strong and hot arms, and asked, "How can you be sure that the private drug dealer is Qi Sihao?"
Jiang Ting maintained this posture with his upper body slightly tilted, and put his hands in Yan Yan's palms, letting him clenched tightly without pulling them back, and said, "I'm not sure, I just suspect. Usually once a year, waste disposal professionals and people from the provincial notary office are usually involved. If there is fraud, it cannot be done by just one or two people. There should be a whole chain of interests. Qi Sihao The detachment leader is a heavyweight who covers and gives the green light, so it is absolutely impossible to say that he was not involved."
This is indeed very reasonable.
"And," Jiang paused, a gloomy expression gradually appeared in his eyes: "I went to Gongzhou this time, and I made sure of one thing."
Yan Mao's expression became focused.
"I made a list of the surviving anti-narcotics police officers from the plastic factory explosion three years ago, and found that the conditions of these people's homes are not very good now. Some have recovered from illness, some have been transferred away, and a few have sunk to the police station. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to do drug control anymore.”
Jiang Ting raised his head, Yan Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, only his Adam's apple slipped up and down, as if he swallowed hard - when he spoke again, he had suppressed the hoarseness in his voice, replaced by a cold :
"Only Qi Sihao got promoted and made a fortune, got in and out of luxury cars, and according to inquiries, just sent his children to study abroad."
Yan Mao's expression moved slightly, and he patted Jiang Ting's shoulder comfortingly.
"I'm fine," Jiang Ting said hoarsely.
For some reason, a trace of unknown happiness suddenly flashed across Yan Mao's heart.
The explosion three years ago was an eternal thorn in Jiang Ting's heart. It made him sleepless day and night, and there was always a place in his heart that was festering and bleeding.But it's always a good thing that someone can hate, so as not to look around on the last day and find that all the sins belong to him, and the only person who can hate and revenge is himself.
For a survivor like Jiang Ting, someone to love and someone to hate are the hopes that support his survival.
Jiang Ting is a person who basically does not show negative emotions in front of others, even if he loses his composure in front of Yan Xie, it is very short-lived. He quickly took a deep breath and rubbed his face heavily.
"When planning the operation three years ago, Qi Sihao was just an ordinary anti-narcotics policeman. Even if he had some collusion with the people under Spade K, the possibility of leaking key information was not high. However, after he became the detachment leader, he secretly sold drugs for sale. In terms of drugs, he has exposed a deadly trick that we can catch."
Jiang Ting and Yan Mo's eyes were always bright when they looked at each other, but when he raised the corners of his lips, the slight smile on that handsome face had a somewhat cruel meaning:
"—Tell me, if Spade K knew that Qi Sihao had participated in the private sale of blue gold, what would he do?"
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Jianning City Public Security Bureau.
"I don't know anything, what happened to Yan Yan has nothing to do with me? What do you guys want?!"
Fang Zhenghong's excited roar could be heard clearly through the glass, so there was no need to wear a wireless headset.Yu Zhu frowned and took the earphones away, sighed, "Lao Fang has really..."
Bureau Lu's chubby figure stood beside her with his hands behind his back, his motionless face was reflected in the glass.
"Old Fang, calm down, we are old people for many years, you also know that the procedure must be followed, don't you?" Sitting behind the iron desk in the inquiry room, Wei Yao felt that he had persuaded him earnestly: "The criminal investigation deputy branch of our Public Security Bureau is very likely to have an accident in the city bureau. Do you think we can not ask you? Not only did we ask you, we also..."
Fang Zhenghong interrupted impatiently: "The only object of your suspicion now is me, that's all right!"
At this moment, Wei Yao really missed Yan Mao's good temper.Although this bastard is playing tricks and scolding more and more, compared with Fang Zhenghong, Dumiao, the treasure of the richest man's family, is much easier to deal with...
"We not only suspect you, we also suspect Qin Chuan, and everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment. Anyone who has a motive and conditions to commit a crime is within the scope of suspicion." Wei Yao moved his buttocks on the chair, trying to let himself listen He went up and said with more earnestness: "Old Fang, if there is really a mastermind behind the scenes in the bureau, we must find him out. Otherwise, it is Yan Yan who was killed this time. Who will it be next time? It may be you, it may be I may be more innocent colleagues. So we will not let go of any doubts, we must thoroughly investigate and prevent future troubles, and we must not just pretend that nothing happened..."
I don't know how many times Fang Zhenghong interrupted Deputy Director Wei's babbling: "Why can't the quilt be covered?"
Wei Yao blinked his old eyes.
Fangzheng Hongsen said coldly: "Isn't that the simplest and most efficient way to deal with it?"
It may be because of the dim light in the inquiry room. Fang Zhenghong's pale, sallow complexion became more morbid under the light, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his eyes were a little cloudy. An indescribable sense of gloom.
"..." Deputy Bureau Wei was stunned for a while, and finally asked: "Old Fang, do you have any opinions on the organization?"
Yu Zhu outside the glass window shook her head, a little dumbfounded: "This old Wei, how can you make the inquiry like this?"
"Because of caring, there will be chaos." Director Lu said solemnly.
Yu Zhu was taken aback, but saw Director Lu pushed the door open and walked into the interrogation room.
"I have explained everything I can, how many times do you want me to say it? Isn't it because I have been convicted of a crime by holding me so tightly?! Yes, the surname Yan is the son of the richest man in Jianning. What happened to you? We must investigate seriously and quickly, but let me tell you, old Wei, that I, Fang Zhenghong, earned my way up from the bottom with my own merits, and I have arrested more prisoners than Yan Yan has ever seen! I have asked my heart for so many years. No shame..."
Deputy Director Wei was having a headache when he heard Director Lu come in, and immediately stood up: "Look at this, old Lu, oh—"
Director Lu waved his hand, signaling Deputy Director Wei to go out, then pulled out his chair and sat opposite the interrogation table:
"Old Fang."
There was not even a hint of a smile on Lu Ju's dignified and chubby face, and the heavy weight weighed heavily on Fang Zhenghong, making him saliva-splashing and reprimanding him unconsciously, until he looked away angrily. .
Director Lu said, "Look at me."
"..." Fang Zhenghong gritted his teeth, raised his face with his neck stuck.
Director Lu asked, "Did you do it?"
Deputy Director Wei was walking out of the interrogation room, and before Yu Zhu had time to greet him, the two of them heard the question at the same time, and turned their heads to look at the glass window in surprise.
Fang Zhenghong threw out three words stiffly: "What do you think?!"
"He he he he, what do you think his attitude is?" Deputy Director Wei, who had just had a bad nose, was immediately angry.
Yu Zhu hurriedly waved his hand to comfort him.
Director Lu seemed to have completely ignored Fang Zhenghong's shameless attitude, and asked calmly, "If it wasn't for you, why did you stop Qin Chuan from drinking the medicinal wine when you knew it came from Yan Yan, and threw away the empty wine afterward?" Medicine bottle?"
Fang Zhenghong's hoarse panting could only be heard in the interrogation room. His face turned blue and purple, and he said coldly after a cigarette: "I have my reasons, and I don't want to say them."
--Prefer not to say?
Isn't this a clear denial? !
This time, not only Deputy Director Wei, but even Yu Zhu's face turned cold, and they both took half a step towards the single-sided glass window at the same time.
But to the surprise of the two of them, Director Lu did not respond at all, and his steady and powerful voice did not change at all, and finally asked him the last sentence since he entered the interrogation room:
"Can I still trust you, Lao Fang?"
This time Fang Zhenghong remained silent for longer than last time. It wasn't until Wei Yao and others felt that he was not ready to answer, or that he had nothing to say, that his face flickered, and a question of yin and yang appeared. Yang, people saw uncomfortable smiles in their hearts.
He spit out a word through his jaw:
"can."
Director Lu nodded, got up and walked out of the interrogation room.
The door was opened and closed, Yu Zhu quickly stepped forward to meet Lu Ju, and just frowned and wanted to say something, Lu Ju raised his hand to block her unspoken question: "I believe in Fang Zhenghong."
Deputy Bureau Wei blurted out: "What?"
Both of them looked surprised, but Bureau Lu didn't look at any of them, and said coldly:
"The person who poisoned him was not him."
Yan Xi was a little surprised: "What?"
Jiang Ting raised his chin to the phone and asked, "Do you know what the metal lettering outside the fire cup at the bottom of the shell represents?"
This is not a difficult question. Although Yan Xie's theoretical courses in the police academy were average, the man's natural love for guns and firearms prevented him from forgetting this part of knowledge: "The code name and production year of the arsenal, what's wrong?"
"The inscription on this bullet is 421, 04, that is, in 2004, it was produced by Southwest Fuling Group, code-named 421. Southwest Fuling Group was one of the earliest military enterprises in China. Before liberation, it mainly produced various types of bullets and Due to policy changes after the reform and opening up, Cannonball, like most military enterprises at that time, gradually transformed into an auto parts and motorcycle manufacturing enterprise.”
"Until the beginning of this century, Fuling Group began to undertake some military projects. Most of the guns and bullets produced were supplied to the Southwest Military Region after the rectification of the supply and demand department, and a small amount was supplied to the public security system. Around 03, Fuling Group responded to the national military industry. According to the policy, internal adjustments were made, and some types of firearm bullets were changed from all-brass shells to aluminum copper-plated, and all 2004mm pistol bullets produced after the Spring Festival in 9 became copper-plated.”
Yan Mo suddenly understood something.
The shell casings he photographed are obviously all copper, that is to say, the production date can only be the short 2004 days from January 1, 1 to the Spring Festival!
"Yes." Jiang Ting knew what he was thinking without looking at it: "Except for the New Year's Day holiday, the actual start time should only be about ten days. Then estimate the total production capacity of Fuling Group and the production volume of other types of bullets. The all-brass 412mm Luger bullets of 04 and [-] should be very rare."
Yan Xie immediately asked: "Then as long as we investigate the whereabouts of these bullets, won't we be able to pinpoint the suspect?"
——As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized his absurdity.
It is impossible for other arsenals to let him investigate obediently. Starting from the perspective of bullets, it is less reliable than reporting to the Ministry of Public Security and applying for a comparison of national police gun rifle data.
But Jiang Ting didn't make fun of him, instead he nodded: "That's indeed the way of thinking."
Yan Yan: "..." Are you trying to find a way for your husband to step down in disguise?
Jiang Ting didn't seem to notice Yan Yan's expression, or he noticed it but didn't bother to pay attention to it - judging from Jiang Ting's style of advocating minimalism, the latter is more likely.
"As I said, I have seen bullets with this batch number. It was in the Gongzhou anti-drug detachment a few years ago. If its production is very, very rare, and it used to exist in the Gongzhou public security system, then According to the general principle of product distribution in military enterprises, it is very likely that the entire batch of brass 9mm Luger ammunition was supplied to Gongzhou. Go abroad."
Jiang Ting's narration was steady and quiet, and Yan Yan was stunned for a while before asking: "...Are you sure?"
"Probably."
When Jiang Ting said high probability, that basically meant certainty.
"But how do you know the inside story of Fuling Group's bullet production, and how can you still remember the serial number of the bullets from a few years ago?"
Jiang Ting smiled, the smile was not obvious under the shadow of the lamp, as if he just twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "I've always paid more attention to this. Besides, anyone who pays a little attention to military news will know about the fact that my country's production of bullets is changed from brass to copper plating. Bar."
This is obviously perfunctory.
It should be because he saw the subtlety in Yan Yan's eyes, Jiang Ting added a rare sentence, this time the meaning of the wry smile could not be concealed: "The price of full copper bullets and copper-plated bullets is different... Do I need to continue to explain? ?”
Yan Mo opened his mouth halfway, said "ah" silently for a moment, patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You were also a spy in Gongzhou back then."
Jiang Ting asked flatly: "Do you think it is easy for ordinary people to fight monsters and upgrade in the Gongzhou system? Judging from the average professional level of the Jianning City Bureau, the difficulty of the Gongzhou dungeon is about yours multiplied by ten and then squared."
Yan Xie didn't care about Jiang Ting's usual ridicule of the Jianning City Bureau. He was used to it anyway. He was more concerned about: "But how can we be sure now? Only the local Public Security Bureau can check the rifling data of police pistols." , but Gongzhou..."
It is theoretically feasible to report to the Ministry of Public Security according to the procedure and then investigate layer by layer.But after being in the system for a long time, even Yan Xie, a former idealist, knows very well that many things go from "theoretically feasible" to "practical feasible", often through a natural moat that is invisible to the naked eye.
Waiting for a year and a half to compare the rifling, the grass on Yan Xie's grave may have grown to half a person's height.
Jiang Ting opened his mouth, he seemed to hesitate to speak, and after a while he breathed out softly: "There is a way."
Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, only to hear him spit out three words: "Qi Sihao."
Qi Sihao, a policeman of the second anti-narcotics detachment, Jiang Ting's subordinate, is now the first captain of the Gongzhou criminal investigation team.
A man with a lot of thoughtfulness, a bit of a hobgoblin, a bullying man who deliberately put on a straight uniform to straighten his waist when facing Yan Xie.
Yan Xie had never seen an old front-line criminal policeman with soft and cold palms. Even Deputy Bureau Wei, who had been in the leadership post for a long time, had scars and calluses on his palms that couldn't be erased, but Qi Sihao was the first one.
"Is there a breakthrough in his body?" Yan Xie sat up straight and asked seriously.
"Have."
Yan Xie squinted at Jiang Ting's expression, and suddenly realized: "You went to Gongzhou with Yang Mei this time to confirm this?"
Maybe because Jiang Ting has warmed up, his pale and bluish face has returned to normal, and the whiteness is very even, so it seems that the hair and pupils are unusually black, and even a little dark: "Do you still remember us? The bag of fentanyl compounds found on Hu Weisheng's rooftop."
Of course Yan Xie remembered that when Jiang Ting saw the bag of blue powder, he tried to hide it and take it away.
Jiang Ting said: "I took it away, but it wasn't because I wanted to take drugs..."
"I know." Yan Xie interrupted him, with an indistinct smile flashing across his eyes: "You are for the transparent bag that contains the drugs."
Jiang Ting didn't expect that he knew the answer, so he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
"I later thought about why you wanted to hide this package of drugs. If it was only because of the drugs themselves, it would be a matter of time before Hu Weisheng was arrested and the new fentanyl compounds would be discovered by the police. There are so many "blue gold" transactions on the border. It just takes a little more time to get the sample. That is to say, what you are trying to hide is not the blue gold itself, but other clues."
Yan Xie approached slightly, staring at Jiang Ting's black and white eyes, and said with a smile, "It's the ... handwritten label on the sealed transparent bag."
— Group C nine boxes of 7704.
In the lower right corner of the sealed bag, the handwriting on the yellowed label was slightly faded, clearly appearing in front of Jiang Ting's eyes.
Yan Mao was too close, and the sense of oppression in the male instinct was faintly covered.
Jiang Ting leaned back slightly, squinted his eyes and looked up and down the handsome face of Deputy Yan's detachment, and snorted from his nasal cavity for a long time: "Although your reflex nerve arc has been dull for a whole five months..."
Deputy Yan's detachment humbly accepted it as a compliment.
"...But how did you react?"
"Oh, actually, two days ago, Director Lu asked me to go to the prohibited warehouse for sale to help with the review. I saw the seized goods sent by the anti-drug detachment. There was a box of heroin in it that was sorted into small bags. Each bag was sealed with a sticker. Make a mark." Yan Yan blinked slyly: "I was only searching for drugs before, and I never knew what would happen to the drugs after they entered the warehouse for sale. It was not until I saw this scene that I realized that you hid the bag of blue gold. , because you found the serial number in the lower right corner of it, which confirmed that Hu Weisheng's bag of blue gold was stolen goods—but how did you determine that it came from Gongzhou, not other local police?"
Jiang Ting's pupils were pressed into a line, faintly flickering in the darkness.
"Because the pending number," he said coldly, "is in my handwriting."
——No wonder his first reaction was to hide!
Yan Yan silently said "Oh—" for a while, then pondered: "So when Hu Weisheng got drunk and boasted to others, saying that he stole this bag of blue gold from the King of Spades, this should be a lie. The truth should be Gong Someone in the state system was secretly selling seized drugs for sale, and by chance, this bag of blue gold flowed into Hu Weisheng's hands?"
Jiang Ting nodded: "It should be."
"Hiss," Yan Yan rubbed his chin, thought for a long time, and said with emotion: "Your dungeon is indeed a treasure land of geomantic omen where talents are born... Hey! Hit someone again!"
Yan Yan smiled and held Jiang Ting's hand, pulled his upper body into his strong and hot arms, and asked, "How can you be sure that the private drug dealer is Qi Sihao?"
Jiang Ting maintained this posture with his upper body slightly tilted, and put his hands in Yan Yan's palms, letting him clenched tightly without pulling them back, and said, "I'm not sure, I just suspect. Usually once a year, waste disposal professionals and people from the provincial notary office are usually involved. If there is fraud, it cannot be done by just one or two people. There should be a whole chain of interests. Qi Sihao The detachment leader is a heavyweight who covers and gives the green light, so it is absolutely impossible to say that he was not involved."
This is indeed very reasonable.
"And," Jiang paused, a gloomy expression gradually appeared in his eyes: "I went to Gongzhou this time, and I made sure of one thing."
Yan Mao's expression became focused.
"I made a list of the surviving anti-narcotics police officers from the plastic factory explosion three years ago, and found that the conditions of these people's homes are not very good now. Some have recovered from illness, some have been transferred away, and a few have sunk to the police station. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to do drug control anymore.”
Jiang Ting raised his head, Yan Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, only his Adam's apple slipped up and down, as if he swallowed hard - when he spoke again, he had suppressed the hoarseness in his voice, replaced by a cold :
"Only Qi Sihao got promoted and made a fortune, got in and out of luxury cars, and according to inquiries, just sent his children to study abroad."
Yan Mao's expression moved slightly, and he patted Jiang Ting's shoulder comfortingly.
"I'm fine," Jiang Ting said hoarsely.
For some reason, a trace of unknown happiness suddenly flashed across Yan Mao's heart.
The explosion three years ago was an eternal thorn in Jiang Ting's heart. It made him sleepless day and night, and there was always a place in his heart that was festering and bleeding.But it's always a good thing that someone can hate, so as not to look around on the last day and find that all the sins belong to him, and the only person who can hate and revenge is himself.
For a survivor like Jiang Ting, someone to love and someone to hate are the hopes that support his survival.
Jiang Ting is a person who basically does not show negative emotions in front of others, even if he loses his composure in front of Yan Xie, it is very short-lived. He quickly took a deep breath and rubbed his face heavily.
"When planning the operation three years ago, Qi Sihao was just an ordinary anti-narcotics policeman. Even if he had some collusion with the people under Spade K, the possibility of leaking key information was not high. However, after he became the detachment leader, he secretly sold drugs for sale. In terms of drugs, he has exposed a deadly trick that we can catch."
Jiang Ting and Yan Mo's eyes were always bright when they looked at each other, but when he raised the corners of his lips, the slight smile on that handsome face had a somewhat cruel meaning:
"—Tell me, if Spade K knew that Qi Sihao had participated in the private sale of blue gold, what would he do?"
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Jianning City Public Security Bureau.
"I don't know anything, what happened to Yan Yan has nothing to do with me? What do you guys want?!"
Fang Zhenghong's excited roar could be heard clearly through the glass, so there was no need to wear a wireless headset.Yu Zhu frowned and took the earphones away, sighed, "Lao Fang has really..."
Bureau Lu's chubby figure stood beside her with his hands behind his back, his motionless face was reflected in the glass.
"Old Fang, calm down, we are old people for many years, you also know that the procedure must be followed, don't you?" Sitting behind the iron desk in the inquiry room, Wei Yao felt that he had persuaded him earnestly: "The criminal investigation deputy branch of our Public Security Bureau is very likely to have an accident in the city bureau. Do you think we can not ask you? Not only did we ask you, we also..."
Fang Zhenghong interrupted impatiently: "The only object of your suspicion now is me, that's all right!"
At this moment, Wei Yao really missed Yan Mao's good temper.Although this bastard is playing tricks and scolding more and more, compared with Fang Zhenghong, Dumiao, the treasure of the richest man's family, is much easier to deal with...
"We not only suspect you, we also suspect Qin Chuan, and everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment. Anyone who has a motive and conditions to commit a crime is within the scope of suspicion." Wei Yao moved his buttocks on the chair, trying to let himself listen He went up and said with more earnestness: "Old Fang, if there is really a mastermind behind the scenes in the bureau, we must find him out. Otherwise, it is Yan Yan who was killed this time. Who will it be next time? It may be you, it may be I may be more innocent colleagues. So we will not let go of any doubts, we must thoroughly investigate and prevent future troubles, and we must not just pretend that nothing happened..."
I don't know how many times Fang Zhenghong interrupted Deputy Director Wei's babbling: "Why can't the quilt be covered?"
Wei Yao blinked his old eyes.
Fangzheng Hongsen said coldly: "Isn't that the simplest and most efficient way to deal with it?"
It may be because of the dim light in the inquiry room. Fang Zhenghong's pale, sallow complexion became more morbid under the light, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his eyes were a little cloudy. An indescribable sense of gloom.
"..." Deputy Bureau Wei was stunned for a while, and finally asked: "Old Fang, do you have any opinions on the organization?"
Yu Zhu outside the glass window shook her head, a little dumbfounded: "This old Wei, how can you make the inquiry like this?"
"Because of caring, there will be chaos." Director Lu said solemnly.
Yu Zhu was taken aback, but saw Director Lu pushed the door open and walked into the interrogation room.
"I have explained everything I can, how many times do you want me to say it? Isn't it because I have been convicted of a crime by holding me so tightly?! Yes, the surname Yan is the son of the richest man in Jianning. What happened to you? We must investigate seriously and quickly, but let me tell you, old Wei, that I, Fang Zhenghong, earned my way up from the bottom with my own merits, and I have arrested more prisoners than Yan Yan has ever seen! I have asked my heart for so many years. No shame..."
Deputy Director Wei was having a headache when he heard Director Lu come in, and immediately stood up: "Look at this, old Lu, oh—"
Director Lu waved his hand, signaling Deputy Director Wei to go out, then pulled out his chair and sat opposite the interrogation table:
"Old Fang."
There was not even a hint of a smile on Lu Ju's dignified and chubby face, and the heavy weight weighed heavily on Fang Zhenghong, making him saliva-splashing and reprimanding him unconsciously, until he looked away angrily. .
Director Lu said, "Look at me."
"..." Fang Zhenghong gritted his teeth, raised his face with his neck stuck.
Director Lu asked, "Did you do it?"
Deputy Director Wei was walking out of the interrogation room, and before Yu Zhu had time to greet him, the two of them heard the question at the same time, and turned their heads to look at the glass window in surprise.
Fang Zhenghong threw out three words stiffly: "What do you think?!"
"He he he he, what do you think his attitude is?" Deputy Director Wei, who had just had a bad nose, was immediately angry.
Yu Zhu hurriedly waved his hand to comfort him.
Director Lu seemed to have completely ignored Fang Zhenghong's shameless attitude, and asked calmly, "If it wasn't for you, why did you stop Qin Chuan from drinking the medicinal wine when you knew it came from Yan Yan, and threw away the empty wine afterward?" Medicine bottle?"
Fang Zhenghong's hoarse panting could only be heard in the interrogation room. His face turned blue and purple, and he said coldly after a cigarette: "I have my reasons, and I don't want to say them."
--Prefer not to say?
Isn't this a clear denial? !
This time, not only Deputy Director Wei, but even Yu Zhu's face turned cold, and they both took half a step towards the single-sided glass window at the same time.
But to the surprise of the two of them, Director Lu did not respond at all, and his steady and powerful voice did not change at all, and finally asked him the last sentence since he entered the interrogation room:
"Can I still trust you, Lao Fang?"
This time Fang Zhenghong remained silent for longer than last time. It wasn't until Wei Yao and others felt that he was not ready to answer, or that he had nothing to say, that his face flickered, and a question of yin and yang appeared. Yang, people saw uncomfortable smiles in their hearts.
He spit out a word through his jaw:
"can."
Director Lu nodded, got up and walked out of the interrogation room.
The door was opened and closed, Yu Zhu quickly stepped forward to meet Lu Ju, and just frowned and wanted to say something, Lu Ju raised his hand to block her unspoken question: "I believe in Fang Zhenghong."
Deputy Bureau Wei blurted out: "What?"
Both of them looked surprised, but Bureau Lu didn't look at any of them, and said coldly:
"The person who poisoned him was not him."
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