spirits in throat

"A bed sheet and quilt cover is five yuan a piece, and a toothbrush and toothpaste are two yuan a set." The sound of a poor-quality radio horn came from the intersection of an alley, and the rustling sound of electricity fluctuated, tormenting people's ears. "Pass by, don't miss it." .”

An old lady was setting up a stall, and an old mat with torn edges was spread on the floor, and the mat was filled with various small commodities.

Bed sheets and quilt covers, cups and chopsticks, T-shirt slippers, half-frame oranges, children's colorful toy windmills, and so on.

"How do you sell this?" A woman in slippers and pajamas squatted on the ground after a good breakfast, picked up an orange and smelled it, and frowned, "It's not fresh anymore."

The old lady is more than 70 years old, with white hair, wrinkled face, slightly hunched back, she seems to have no strength, but she speaks loudly: "Why is it not fresh? I went to the market in the morning to buy it. Three It costs one yuan a catty, whether you want it or not."

"Look, there are worms growing here," the woman put the oranges back into the box, "Don't you pick them up at the door of the fruit shop."

The old lady was very unhappy, the wrinkles on her face became deeper, and she shouted in a hoarse old voice: "Where are the worms, don't talk nonsense."

The woman felt that she was a noble and elegant woman and shouldn't care about an old lady. She moved her feet and stood up to leave.

Suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "It seems that someone was looking for you yesterday."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Ke had already brought someone over, and invited the old lady who had hidden important clues to the city bureau.

Zheng Ke showed the old lady the photo of the green plaid sheet that wrapped the corpse.

The old lady also put on her reading glasses, and after looking at them for a long time, she said, "I don't know, I haven't seen them before."

If the styles and patterns are too common, it’s okay if I can’t remember them clearly.She would be lying if she said she hadn't seen it before. The camera in Wang Shihai's community clearly captured the old lady picking up the bed sheet from the trash can.

Zheng Ke also showed the old lady the photos of all the veterans, taxi drivers, doctors, butchers, photographers and painters near Shilian Road.

The old lady glanced at it casually, waved her hand at a bunch of photos, and took off her reading glasses: "I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it."

"Do you have anything else to do? If not, I have to go out and sell things."

"Please wait a moment," Zhou Ye walked into the inquiry room holding a photo, "You can help me to see the last person, and I will ask someone to take you back."

Zheng Ke was startled when he saw Zhou Ye. The handsome and unparalleled captain of his Yushu Linfeng had a bruise on his forehead.It looks like he was beaten out.

Whoever is so skillful, even if he has the skill, how about courage, who is so courageous, who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head.

In fact, Zhou Ye not only had a headache, but also a little pain in his heart.

When he knelt down to try on Rong Zhao's shoes, he was kicked when he was about to untie the other's shoelaces. The kick hit his heart, and the shoe in his hand flew out, hitting his forehead with the heel.

Rong Zhao walked in behind Zhou Ye, his cheeks were a little flushed, and his expression was not very good, the kind that might violently beat someone at any time.

Zhou Ye put the photo in his hand on the table, and handed it to the old lady: "Have you seen this person?"

The old lady glanced at the photo, then looked up at Zhou Ye, and shook her head: "I haven't seen it, I don't know it."

Zhou Ye didn't ask much, he changed the question: "Where do you live now, where did you go yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

"I can live anywhere no one lives. I can't live in an empty house or an unfinished building. I was in an old factory two days ago," the old lady said, standing up while leaning on the table, ready to leave. It’s delayed, we have to sell the goods.”

Zhou Ye stepped forward, held the old lady's arm, and said, "Why do you have so many needles pierced in your wrist, and you're hanging water?"

The old lady dodged her eyes for a moment: "Drink water for a cold."

Zhou Ye stared at the old lady and continued to ask, "Which hospital did you receive the water?"

The old lady waved her hands: "I'm getting old, I can't remember things, I forgot."

Zhou Ye didn't say much, and turned to Zheng Ke: "Take the unopened box of apples from the office last time and deliver them to the old man's home. On a hot day, the old man came here to cooperate with the police. It's not easy."

Zheng Ke felt Zhou Ye's eyes: "Yes, Team Zhou."

After Zheng Ke and a policeman carried a box of apples and helped the old lady to leave, Zhou Ye took a look at the photo of Lu Hairong in his hand, then turned to Rong Zhao and said, "Rong Rong, what do you think?"

Rong Zhao gave Zhou Ye a nonchalant and expressionless look, and took the photo of Lu Hairong in his hand: "Lu Hairong regarded himself as a doctor, and deceived the residents on Shilian Road, and people often came running over Seek medical attention, this old lady should be one of them."

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao's words and said, "The old lady is not willing to expose it because she is grateful."

According to the instructions, Zheng Ke would follow the old lady's residence to collect evidence, and Lu Hairong's fingerprints would always be left on the hanging water bottles and medicine bottles.It is not difficult to lock the relevant evidence first, and then pry the old lady's mouth open.

Rong Zhao paused for a moment and said, "But Lu Hairong is unable to rape women due to physical reasons, which is contrary to the autopsy report of the forensic doctor."

Zhou Ye took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it to his lips and did not light it: "There may be two murderers, and Lu Hairong is responsible for taking them away. Including killing, it is done by another person."

Rong Zhao's thinking is the same as Zhou Ye's, except for rational inference, from the standpoint of emotional feelings, he has an intuition that Lu Hairong is not the person he is looking for, otherwise he would not be separated from Lu Hairong by looking up and looking down. For more than a month, I didn't feel any strange feeling at all, and I wasn't even interested in exploring the other party's double life.

There will be a deep bond between the closest relatives, and there should be a feeling between the most hated people.

Zhou Ye took off the cigarette butt in his mouth, put it back into the cigarette case, led Rong Zhao to the corridor window, turned and looked at him: "Let's get straight to the point."

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye, with a trace of very obvious vigilance in his eyes: "You speak first."

Zhou Ye smiled, and there was a trace of joke on his lips: "Look at the scare of our beauty, I can still eat you."

The words "Rongmeiren" perfectly hit Rong Zhao's point of shame, which reminded him of his unbearable women's clothing career last night.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's flushed face, and continued as if he was not afraid of death: "Our beauty Rong is so good-looking, even if she really eats her, she won't want to say anything."

After speaking, he took two steps back consciously, keeping himself in a safe area as much as possible.

Before Rong Zhao started beating someone violently, Zhou Ye quickly changed the topic back: "I suspect that the murderer of the 6.12 case is related to the Guan family extermination case six years ago."

"Qi Bureau always said that I have something wrong with my brain or my mind." Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao leaned side by side by the window, turned to look at Rong Zhao, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "To be honest, I often feel that I have something wrong. bug."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "Then you have a good understanding of yourself."

Zhou Ye smiled lightly: "You are not the only one who always likes to wander around on rainy nights, but me too. It seems that both of us are sick."

Zhou Ye leaned against the window, crossed his long legs, put one hand in his trousers pocket, looked up at the slightly yellowed corridor ceiling, and softened his whole body: "My master used to say , as long as I am not dead, you will stand behind me."

"And then he died."

Rong Zhao didn't speak, but following Zhou Ye's gaze, he saw a piece of wall that was about to peel off in the middle of the ceiling.

"I told you that my master died in the Guan family extermination case," Zhou Ye took off the cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers, "Thirteen people from the Guan family were slaughtered by those seven people." , including my master's, a total of fourteen."

"Once one foot has set foot in the abyss of sin, demons never stop. They won't stop, never will."

Rong Zhao looked into Zhou Ye's eyes and said, "So, you suspect that the murderer in the 6.12 case is one of the murderers in the Guan family extermination case."

"Rong Rong, you're dishonest," Zhou Ye said, turning sideways, facing Rong Zhao, looking at him in the light from the window, "Don't you always think so."

He also pretended to be an appearance that he only knew now.

Rong Zhao said in a low voice, "I said before that the reason why I care so much about this case is because of He Yanyan, my old acquaintance with He Yanyan."

Zhou Ye glanced at his mouth: "You can pull it off, even if you don't want to say it, I can still find out your relationship with the Guan family."

Rong Zhao pursed his lower lip, lowered his eyes, and turned his head so that people could not see his expression clearly: "Don't check."

The result will disappoint you.

Rong Zhao got up from the window: "I'll go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and get some things I left behind."

Zhou Ye hummed, didn't say much, looked at the back of Rong Zhao disappearing at the other end of the corridor, took out the lighter, lit the cigarette in his hand, and put it in his mouth, turned around and looked out the window, and exhaled heavily a mouthful of acrid white smoke .

After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Ye returned to the office. He stopped at the door of the captain's office, staring at the crack of the door vigilantly.

No, there are people inside.

He turned his head and looked at the busy subordinates in the big office. Except for those who were on missions and those who went to the internal affairs department to pick up things, everyone who should be there was there.

Fan Yao saw Zhou Ye standing still at the door with a dignified face, she also became nervous, walked over, and asked vigilantly, "Captain Zhou, what's the problem?"

The posture is like an underground party joint.

Zhou Ye waved his hands: "It's okay, you go to work first."

After Fan Yao left, Zhou Ye walked forward and gently pushed open a crack in the door.

"Rongrong," Zhou Ye saw the person clearly, pushed open the door and walked in, turned around and closed the door, "What are you looking for?"

Rong Zhao didn't expect Zhou Ye to come back so soon, he was caught and said, "I lost my key, come and look for it."

Zhou Ye walked over, glanced at the drawer where the files of the Guan family extermination case were placed, stopped on a cabinet next to him, took out the key to open it, took out the pair of Cinderella's high heels from it, and smiled with pursed lips: "Look for this ?”

"Why am I looking for this, it's not mine," Rong Zhao took a step back, "I said I was looking for a key."

He glanced at Zhou Ye's hand holding the shoes, his ears were red, and he tilted his head and said, "Why don't you hand over these shoes to the physical evidence department, or give them to the internal staff, and ask them to send a lost and found, and keep them there." Locked in your own drawer is nothing."

Zhou Ye leaned against the table, holding the heel of the shoe, and touched the tip of the shoe with his fingertips. He was careful and gentle, as if touching a precious artwork: "I said, I will help it find its owner."

These shoes had played a vital role in last night's absurd dream.He will not give it to anyone but its owner.

Rong Zhao gritted his back molars, stretched out his hand and said, "Let the subordinates share the worries of the leaders, and I will help you find them."

Zhou Ye handed the shoe over and hung it over Rong Zhao's palm. The other party reached out to grab it, but he lifted the shoe and dodged it. Zhou Ye had a great time playing it for two or three rounds.

He leaned against the door of the cabinet where the files of the Guan family extermination case were locked, held up his shoes, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Don't even think about stealing from me."

Rong Zhao's face turned from red to black.

Zhou Ye put the shoes back in the drawer in front of Rong Zhao, and locked the door with a "click".

Seeing Zhou Ye put a bunch of keys into his pocket, Rong Zhao's dark eyes sank.

"Don't even think about stealing my keys," Zhou Ye saw through Rong Zhao's thoughts at a glance, with a faint smile on his lips, "I will keep it close to my body, unless you take off my clothes and search me body of."