What's in the depths II

Yunqian felt as if he had swallowed ten catties of lemons raw, it was so sour that pantothenic acid filled his stomach.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, An Yan was about to leave when he raised his hand to cover his abdomen.

In desperation, An Yan turned back again, looking down at Yunqian coldly and arrogantly: "What, you don't feel well?"

It turned out that the pantothenic acid water in the stomach was not a hallucination, but that I really ate it and ruined my stomach.

But he was too embarrassed to tell An Yan directly, otherwise, if An Yan asked him what he had for lunch, what should I say, the junk food he ate would be embarrassing.

Seeing that Yunqian had been organizing for a long time but couldn't explain why, An Yan shook his head and pointed to his office: "You go in and have a rest first, and I'll get you medicine."

This is not the first time Yunqian has entered An Yan's office, but every time he enters, it is like grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Everything is fresh, especially the unique smell of An Yan that remains in the room. It smells good. It still smells bad, like medicine, cold and bland, but even so, Yunqian can still sniff the smell in the room with self-satisfaction, greedy like a hungry wolf that has eaten raw meat.

"I brought you some ambroxol hydrochloride, take one or two tablets according to your specific situation." An Yan put the medicine on the table and poured him another cup of hot water.

"Thank you." Yun Qian raised his head and gave a wry smile, then reached out tremblingly to take the medicine box.

"This medicine needs to be taken after meals. I'll go downstairs and buy some porridge for you. You should sit here obediently."

The word "obediently" is used wonderfully, it's like injecting a needle of anesthesia into the body, the whole body is numb, and the limbs can't move, but with just these two words, Yun Qian is honest in an instant down.

Listen, what did our dry ice man say, buy porridge?

Yun Qian felt that he was about to float up, and urgently needed someone to drag him down from midair.

When he first entered the police station, looking at the heroic and beautiful policewoman below, he still struggled with which one he should like, but often fate is full of unknowns and coincidences, so there is no need to bother to think about the choice, the definite answer He ran to his side inadvertently.

But why is An Yan wearing Lu Anqi's rubber band on his hand.

After a while, An Yan came up with the paper bag from the porridge shop downstairs, put it in front of Yunqian, and said coldly: "Eat."

Without further ado, Yunqian opened the paper bag like an obedient baby.

It's sweet porridge with two candied eggs.

Yun Qian looked up, but he couldn't see the rubber band on An Yan's wrist.

Is it lost?Or did you give it back to Anqi Lu?

If it was returned to her, it was only a short ten minutes, and the two of them couldn't wait to be glued like glue?

Thinking of this, Yunqian lost his appetite in an instant.

It turns out that mood can affect appetite.

"What, it's not smooth?" Seeing that Yunqian was just stirring the porridge with a spoon in a dull manner, An Yan frowned.

"No, no." Afraid that An Yan would feel that his nose was on his face, Yun Qian hurriedly scooped up a large spoonful and put it into his mouth, and he spit it out again when it was so hot.

He quickly glanced at An Yan without any trace, and saw that his neatly manicured eyebrows were already frowning.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's too hot." Yun Qian quickly admitted his mistake.

"Do you need to be so humble?"

The other party's words directly stunned Yunqian.

He looked up at An Yan in puzzlement, with a crumbling rice grain hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"If it's hot, don't rush to eat it. If you don't like it, don't force it." An Yan said, his expression became more serious, "So, what are you thinking?"

Yunqian lowered his head, tightly gripping the spoon in his hand.

Yeah, what the hell was I thinking, because I was jealous for a long time because of an insignificant rubber band, and because of a look in his eyes, he was even in a hurry, why bother, is it worth it, will there be results?Will paying be rewarded?

An Yan is not a fool, Yun Qian has already shown it so clearly, how could he fail to understand his little thoughts.

But there are some things that I really can't respond to. In other words, I don't deserve it.

Yun Qian stood up abruptly, and made a face at An Yan: "Idiot, why are you so passionate?"

After that, he rushed out the door with the spoon still in his hand.

While running, Yunqian slowed down, and then squatted on the curb as if he lost his strength, the spoon in his hand was still dripping rice soup.

Pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and no one stopped to look at him.

"What are you thinking."

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

Obviously rejected it.

Hey, forget it, old man, why are you being so hypocritical? It's not because of him.

Yunqian worked hard to mobilize the muscles on his face to make his expression less ugly, then he threw the spoon into the trash can, washed his hands in the public toilet, got into the police car and went straight to the police station.

It was only when I arrived at the gate of the police station that I realized that the autopsy report had been forgotten in the research institute.

After Yu Yuan heard about his "brilliant deeds", he scolded him again and again. Seeing him listless, he felt a little embarrassed, so he lowered his voice a little, and then changed the topic:

"I'll go to the research institute to get the report by myself in a while, you come over and read this first."

Yun Qian raised his head in a daze, and looked in the direction of Yu Yuan's finger.

On the computer screen, a piece of personal information.

The man in the one-inch photo in the message looks familiar no matter what.

After thinking for a while, Yunqian suddenly realized: "Isn't this the head of the real estate developer we met when we went to Changsheng Village for field work?"

Yu Yuan nuzzled: "Continue to look down."

Yunqian sniffed and leaned closer to the computer screen: "An Chong, 26 years old, marketing director of Gun Flower Real Estate Development Co., Ltd."

Coincidentally, the surname is An like An Yan's, and it's really remarkable to take the position of marketing director at such a young age.

No, this name sounds familiar too?

"His father, An Jiadong, is the largest shareholder of Gun Flower Co., Ltd. He has a brother, An Yan, who is currently working in the forensic department of the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation of Huiyuan City..."

Yun Qian immediately widened his eyes: "In other words, this person is An Yan's younger brother..."

Yu Yuan nodded: "Moreover, he is a half-brother."

"Half father?"

"Yes, when An Yan was seven years old, his mother died of a serious illness, but in just a few days, An Jiadong remarried his current wife, who is An Chong's biological mother."

As Yu Yuan said, he pulled out a file from more than 20 years ago: "I casually checked An Yan's biological mother, Lan Feifei, who was also from a prominent family background. It can be said that this An Jiadong climbed up because of the power of the Lan family." to this position today.”

"That's it."

The three big words "eat soft rice" instantly appeared in Yunqian's mind.

"But just before Lan Feifei died of illness, the Lan family was investigated for tax loopholes. After paying more than 2 million yuan in taxes, Lan Feifei's father, An Yan's grandfather, was still sentenced to eight years in prison. From that time on, The Lan family plummeted, and even the only daughter who was seriously ill was not sent to the hospital for treatment in time, missing the best time for treatment."

Looking at Lan Feifei's photo in the file, Yunqian couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Genes are a scary thing.

An Yan and his mother were carved out of the same mold, beautiful, very beautiful. Lan Feifei was only 30 years old when she died of illness. Although she was not the same age as Hua'er, she still had a pure face and clear eyes filled with She is gentle and innocent, but unfortunately, since ancient times, the confidante has suffered a lot.

Even Yunqian, an outsider, felt sorry.

No wonder the second-generation ancestor like An Yan refused to inherit the family business honestly and insisted on doing this kind of thankless work. It turned out that it was just forced by life.

Thinking about being jealous of this man in Changsheng Village for a long time, he feels like a half-brother.

Now that I think about it carefully, it's not the affectionate gaze of lovers when they meet, but the resentment that they only hate that they don't have weapons by their side.

Mrs. An is notoriously cruel, can she make An Yan happy?It was just a daydream.

"And there are also rumors that Mrs. An was a 20-year-old college student when she married into An's family. It is said that she used some means to force Lan Feifei to death. In short, there are different opinions. We dare not ask, and we are not easy to ask. Which one is true and which one is false, just listen to it as a story." Yu Yuan shook the cigarette case, jumped out a cigarette, and lit it.

Amidst the smog, Lan Feifei's face on the computer screen looked charming, bright and beautiful, as if it would come out of the photo in the next second.

Yunqian glanced at Yu Yuan quietly, seeing him chatting and farting with the passing police officers at the door, he dared to lean carefully in front of the computer screen, and said softly to Lan Feifei's photo: "Auntie, don't worry, I will I will take good care of Forensic Doctor An, if you are short in heaven, entrust it to me in a dream, and I will burn it to you."

As he spoke, he smiled wryly: "Although he may not appreciate it himself, there may be someone more suitable than me to take care of him."

Flipping through, among the relevant entries, I unexpectedly saw the name "Lu Anqi".

He quickly clicked in, and after a look, he was happy.

Sure enough, the definite answer is the definite answer. There are many solutions to the equation, but for the rest of my life, there is only one.

Lu Anqi, father Lu He, mother An Jialing, is An Jiadong's biological sister.

In other words, Lu Anqi is actually An Yan's cousin, the kind of blood relationship.

Yunqian wanted to laugh, wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, so happy that he wanted to eat the keyboard.

"Why are you grinning so wide?" Yu Yuan looked at him, shaking the soot.

Yunqian hurriedly put away her smile and turned off the computer: "It's nothing, thinking of something happy, I'll get off work first, and I'll see you tomorrow~"

"Who the hell did you learn such a slippery tone from?"

Amidst Yu Yuan's violent abuse, Yun Qian immediately slipped out of the police station with oil on his feet.

As soon as he got home, he saw his old man Yun moving a small bench and sitting in the yard playing with his few orchids that couldn't survive.

"Dad, have you eaten yet?"

Old Yuntou patted the dirt on his hands: "Eat early, when you come back your father and I will starve to death."

As he said that, the old Yuntou suddenly began to sniff the air, and after sniffing, he came to Yunqian's side.

He pulled Yunqian's clothes and sniffed vigorously, then his expression changed drastically, his face was ashen, and when he opened his mouth, his voice changed:

"Where did you go today?"

Yun Qian hurriedly rescued his clothes from his father's ruthless hands: "Where can I go, let's go to work."

"I'm asking where you went besides the police station."

Judging by his father's posture, it doesn't look like he is joking with him.

"I went out on a field trip, visited the old policeman's house at the previous district police station, then went to the police research institute, sat in the forensic office for a while, and didn't go anywhere else. "

Seeing his family's old Yuntou scrutinizing him, Yunqian panicked: "Father, the conscience of heaven and earth, how can I, as a policeman, patronize Fengyue place, you are overthinking."

"That's not what I said."

Old Yuntou frowned, shaking his head like a rattle: "Silly boy, Dad will tell you straight up... you, you've got a problem."