Linzhou Municipal Bureau

Canada's economic prosperity has lasted for nearly a hundred years.Even 30 or [-] years ago, when the ordinary people in Linzhou were still carefully choosing new clothes that were rarely added during the New Year and holidays in the simple lighted night market, the bustling metropolises of Canada have already become the world's leading cities. A holy place where capital and talents flock to.Just as there is always greed and catastrophe behind all the luxury and money, as much as there are feasting and feasting, there are as many filth and darkness as there are.

Liu Yicheng, the son of Guo Lantao, who hid in Canada because of evading responsibility for a car accident, is undoubtedly one of those little things.Since he did not sign the extradition clause, even if the crimes he committed in the country were serious and the evidence was solid, the police in Linzhou could only sigh in awe.

The main criminals in China were arrested and sent to the madhouse. For a while, their criminal network in Canada became an outcast of its own accord. When I was in a strange land, I was even more anxious all day long.

As a small part of Wu Jie's criminal network, Liu Yicheng didn't know that his origin with this criminal network hidden in Canada had already been connected in the dark because of the death of a woman 15 years ago. symbol.

In the year when the He family in Linzhou was wiped out, a 15-year-old boy was welcomed among all the people in Canada.He came here through "special channels" with his only relative, and he never expected that the death of his aunt would completely change the trajectory of his life once again.

He said it was his aunt, but in fact that woman was only three years older than him.

She is already in the late stage of diabetes, and countless complications have tortured the 32-year-old woman to a skin riddled with holes.

"My time is almost up. It was your uncle who poisoned me, s***, and put a knife on my original illness. I saw those medicine bottles from his study drawer last month." The woman's expression and tone were all Very indifferent, I don't know if it's because of the underestimated life and death, or because of the long-term damage to the nerves due to the illness, "I'm not asking you to avenge me. If it's just for me, it's a little more reliable to tell my own son."

The boy had grown up at that time, and he looked at his aunt who usually didn't talk much, with a rare trace of curiosity in his eyes.

"He wants me to die. Anyone who knows about him will die sooner or later. I should have expected it. Don't look like you have nothing to do with yourself. I've seen enough. It's ironic. You are still useful to him now, he Won't kill you. But there will be a day when you'll be useless to him."

The man snorted lightly, noncommittal.

The woman seemed to have expected his reaction, and said to herself: "You are smarter than your brother, but not too smart."

It seemed that his elder brother was mentioned, and the man finally condescended to face this poor woman who exhales more and breathes less.

The daughter raised her hand full of pinholes with difficulty, and hooked her fingers at him, like teasing a puppy. "Come on, let me tell you a secret about your brother."

The man ignored the invisible bacteria and viruses on the hospital bed, bent down, and put his ear to the woman's mouth.

It was at this time that the woman suddenly remembered that walls have ears. She lowered her voice very low, and through the man's ear that was pressed against her lips, only a few words came out: "...the whole set, let you Brother... to die... for the dead ghost..."

After finishing the words with difficulty, she was obviously exhausted, and stared at the man in front of her with gray eyes, panting for a while.The man's face became darker and darker, and the corners of her mouth finally curved into a strange arc.She seemed to be watching the seeds of doubt that she had sown with her own hands, waiting with ecstasy for them to thrive and grow into giant trees.

"I smuggled here with him that year. If I hadn't been pregnant with his seed, I would have been the first woman he would have sold after he got here." The woman also snorted coldly, "He thought that as long as I died, There is no one in this world who knows the truth of the past..."

After all, she didn't wait for that forest to become a talent, so she died.But she knew it wasn't important, her mission had already been completed, and the man who poisoned her to death would surely reap the consequences.

She guessed right, and not long after she died, "uncle" began the journey back to China that he seemed to have been planning for a long time.

Since returning to this long-lost land, the "uncle" who "returned honorably" from Canada has a keen sense of smell and insight into the business opportunities for prosperity.Even four years later, the unfortunate loss of his youngest son did not stop him from fighting in his hometown.Soaring into the sky, just around the corner.

Wu Jiahui, who was 16 years old at the time, didn't know why his father didn't report the loss of his son.The excessive secretion of hormones during adolescence, coupled with the success of evil deeds like injecting a large dose of adrenaline into the body, made the self-taught genius criminal immersed in the delusional fantasy of God help me.

Ten years later, Quan Yifeng, the orphan of the He family, together with his lover and comrades-in-arms, finally broke the seal on the old case and started a formal investigation.

Quan Yifeng found Chen Yuzhen's brother Chen Yucheng together with Ji Lian.It is said that after the accident that year, Chen Yucheng never found his sister, and his parents, who had been honest all their lives, lived their days under the guidance of the neighbors. After a few years, both of them were sick and passed away one after another.

Chen Yucheng then went out to work and left the sad place of Linzhou for more than [-] years. The year before last, he moved back with his family to facilitate his son's college entrance examination.

He was a little surprised by the police officer's visit, but he seemed to have expected it.

"A year ago, a man came to me with a jade pendant. That piece of jade was not valuable, but I recognized it as Yuzhen's." Chen Yucheng said, pulling out a long worn pendant from his neck. There is a colored red string, and a jade pendant hangs below, "This is the peace jade left by my grandma to our two brothers and sisters, one for each of us, carved from the same piece of jade, and the patterns fit just right. My pendant I always carry one piece."

Quan Yifeng's heart sank.Sure enough, someone was secretly investigating the case 30 years ago.

"The man told me that Yuzhen died of illness 15 years ago. He also left me a large sum of money. The cash he took was a big bag full of cash, which he said was Yuzhen's inheritance." Chen Yucheng said in front of the police officer. Don't shy away from windfalls.

"Where did that man come from? What's his name? Also, did he ask you anything?" Quan Yifeng asked.

Chen Yucheng raised the hand holding the cigarette, rubbed his thumb on his temple, thought for a while, "He didn't tell me his name, he just said he was Yuzhen's friend, I can call him' Abao, the protective one, he said. He asked me what I knew about the Wu Qiang case back then. I remember he specifically emphasized that you can tell him all the details.”

In Chen Yucheng's detailed and unfocused memory fragments, Quan Yifeng grasped two key points: First, on the day the He family was killed, Chen Yucheng happened to meet He Lianfeng in front of Wang Hongqing's shop, and even listened to him. To the phrase "I will take good care of it, don't worry" that Wang Hongqing said to He Lianfeng.Second, Chen Yucheng learned about the loss of Wu Qiang's confession from Lu Zhan.

"After Wu Qiang was arrested, even the police couldn't find Yuzhen. Our family was very anxious, fearing that something might happen to her. I was wondering if Wu Qiang had said something about Yuzhen in his statement. What news, I don’t know that even the confession is gone.” Chen Yucheng sighed heavily, as if he was still immersed in the pain of bereavement, and didn’t realize that just a year ago, he said to that “A Bao” If he said it, it might have set off a turbulent sea in a place he hadn't expected.

Before leaving, Ji Lian asked Chen Yucheng: "Excuse me, how did your sister Chen Yuzhen meet Wu Qiang?"

"At that time, one of my aunts was retiring in the canvas factory, and there happened to be a vacancy, so I gave it to Yuzhen. Yuzhen met Wu Qiang in that factory."

"Is there a canvas factory in Linzhou?" Quan Yifeng asked, his tone was a little anxious, and the emphasis was placed on the word "Linzhou".

"In Yanzhou, my aunt married to Yanzhou. At that time, her children had already been assigned units, so it was given to Yuzhen."

Chen Yucheng sent the visitor out of the house. Unexpectedly, within three hours, the door was knocked by the police officer who had just left.But this time only Officer Quan was alone, and his companion did not follow.

"Hey, Officer Quan, didn't you say that you made an appointment with the portrait expert to come over tomorrow morning?" He asked in puzzlement, Officer Quan's expression was much more serious than when he came just now.

"Yes, the experts will come here tomorrow." Quan Yifeng paused, as if he had made up his mind, "I forgot to ask two questions just now, so I came back to find you."

"Oh." Came all the way back to ask two questions, it must be something serious.Chen Yucheng thought to himself.

"Is the canvas factory you mentioned just now called 'Yanzhou Yuanfan Canvas Factory'?"

"Yuanfan..." Chen Yucheng took out the cigarette case from his shirt pocket, and tried to recall while pulling out the cigarette, "It seems to be such a name."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Quan Yifeng in puzzlement, only to see that the latter had already called up a photo from his mobile phone and was holding it up in front of his eyes.

"Do you know this person?" Quan Yifeng asked again.

It took twice as long for Chen Yucheng to recall this photo. After burning almost half of a cigarette, he said: "I remember it, and I said that I seem to have seen it somewhere. Yuzhen is still working in a canvas factory." When I was in the factory, I went to see her once, and I saw her at that time. Because he happened to be fighting with someone in the factory, so I have the impression."

Quan Yifeng had the expected answer in his arms, and there was no joy in his heart that he should have found in finding the clues to solve the case.Just now he lied to Ji Lian and asked Ji Lian to go home first, and he quietly turned around to find Chen Yucheng.

The car was driving on the open road leading to the city, at 5:25 pm, the time and mood were the same as the day he learned that Ling Dui had died in the line of duty through the phone.

The person in the photo he showed Chen Yucheng just now is the serial murderer Yan Biao, a former employee of Yanzhou Yuanfan Canvas Factory.The first victim that year was the workshop director of the third production department of their factory.

Everything seemed to be back to nine months ago, and he was overwhelmed by the unresolved sense of desperation.

He once thought that what he was doing now was just to reveal the truth of 30 years ago, but he never thought that what he revealed was his own devastated fate under his simple appearance.

"Fate is really weird. If it weren't for that case, my dad and Ji Ju would have been colleagues forever, and we should have known each other more than [-] years ago... Then we would be childhood sweethearts." He remembered one evening not long ago, After the meal, Ji Lian rested his chin on his shoulder, and he rubbed Ji Lian's temples sideways, saying so.

Ji Lian embraced him from the back, interfering with his movements of playing with the dishwasher with his not-so-strong arms and chest.Ji Lian understood what he meant, his stomach that had just been fed had taken up too much blood supply in his body, and he answered lazily: "Then, after more than [-] years, we still met. What a miraculous fate .”

After they get together, Quan Yifeng always likes to bring Ji Lian with him, whether it's a brother dinner or leading a dinner.It was as if Quan Yifeng let go of the drink happily because he was there.

So when Ji Lian opened the door and smelled the alcohol on Quan Yifeng's body, he felt somewhat strange.

Quan Yifeng wasn't very drunk, but he felt like he was drinking very hard.What kind of murder?It's like having a big temper tantrum with someone.

Before the door was closed firmly, Quan Yifeng slammed forward and pressed Ji Lian firmly against the wall of the entrance.

Ji Lian was taken aback. Although the back of his head was protected by Quan Yifeng's big hand the moment his head hit the wall, he had never been treated so fiercely before.

He was suddenly sure that he really had a cat in his heart, because the cat's hair was all blown out.He was like a kitten caught in the jaws of a tiger.

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"boom--!"

A muffled sound that didn't belong to the entanglement between the two, pulled the beast Quan Yifeng out of the [ ] barrier.

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"Mom—", the sound mixed in 【】is inaudible

This is definitely the most frightening and embarrassing moment in Ji Lian's life.In comparison, all the embarrassments of being beaten and scolded by his father when he was a child, and embarrassing the captain of the criminal police team on the training ground, suddenly became insignificant.

He's probably out of his body.He saw his hand shaking crazily as he stuffed the nitroglycerin tablet into his mother's mouth. He knew that he had dialed the 120 emergency number, and heard that he had reported his condition and address to the emergency center. He even performed chest x-ray on Quan Yifeng. Every detail of compressions and artificial respiration is clear.But his soul was always floating in the air and could not fall back to the ground.

He got into the ambulance with the emergency personnel in a daze, entered the hospital in a daze, and watched his mother being plugged with various medical instruments in a daze.

Quan Yifeng hugged him tightly, but his whole body was still cold and his blood was congealed.