Against the current Hengdao

The next morning, the police officer on duty at the door of the ward noticed that Mr. Yan got up late, and Yan Xiaodao didn't get up to take a cold shower at 05:30 for an unprecedented low.

The little police officer turned the locked doorknob and knocked impatiently.After a while of slow footsteps, Yan Xiaodao was bare-chested, pulled on his shoes, held a razor in one hand, and poked his head out.

The little police officer trusted Mr. Yan, but he still quickly scanned the room responsibly to see if there were any accidents or abnormalities.Yan Xiaodao walked to the window, facing a little light and shadow on the window glass, scratched his chin, with a lazy smile on his lips... Mr. Ling fell asleep on his bed.

Ling He was lying on the pillow, sleeping like an unconscious pig, with his shoulders exposed above the quilt, and half of his calf exposed under the quilt. In the eyes of comrade police officers, such a scene was absolutely amazing...

Yan Xiaodao turned around and smiled at the little police officer, and helped Ling He cover the quilt tightly.

The little police officer made an expression from all kinds of indescribable emotions, twisted his heels, walked in a standard back turn and walked in unison, and went out in silence...

Ling He was really tired this time, squeezed six in and six out to the end, not a single drop was left, passed out on Yan Xiaodao's bed after overindulging in sex.Yan Xiaodao couldn't help it after he shaved half of his beard, and couldn't look away from the person on the bed.He sat on the side of the bed, gently lifted up Ling He's messy hair, admiring the foolishness of this man showing half of his face from the pillow, his breath blowing and bubbling and shaking the hair curtain, his innocent and harmless face was quite Hiring.

Yan Xiaodao took a little shaving cream from his face and wiped it on Ling He's forehead and nose.

As expected, it woke people up.

Ling He watched sleepily, and slowly focused his eyes under Yan Xiaodao's affectionate gaze, and finally realized that he had been smeared!He didn't even have the strength to fight and kick people, and he was too lazy to move, so he ordered Yan Xiaodao unceremoniously: "Lick it clean for me."

Yan Xiaodao looks very handsome shirtless, he uses a razor to shave off the last bit of foam remaining on his chin, and the blade moves on the Adam's apple, which is very masculine.

This kind of action is enough to make time stop in this corner, and make Ling He stop breathing while he is half awake, and he is also fascinated by this person...

"I want it too." Ling He was obsessed, longing for a knife.

Yan Xiaodao obeyed and let Mr. Ling lean on the head of the bed comfortably.He wiped Ling He's face, applied shaving cream, gently stroked Ling He's neck and chest, and then shaved off the white foam bit by bit.

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During the recuperation period in the hospital, life is stable and comfortable, which inevitably makes people feel a little slack, forgetting the world outside and the dark waves.

Only the routine summer evening showers at Linwan Harbor reminded of the lingering haze over the city.Many seemingly trivial things come one after another, gathering bit by bit, like a big hand hidden behind the scenes, subverting many conventional cognitions and changing the fate of some people.

Xue Qian called Yan Xiaodao while he was busy handling the case: "Mr. Yan, we found a floating corpse near the bay."

Yan Xiaodao was playing cards with the policeman and the patient next door in the room, holding the phone to his ear, his good mood suddenly disappeared: "...Captain Xue, do you want me to identify it?"

Xue Qian said together: "We really need you to provide Qi Baoshan's DNA evidence, you'd better come over in person, and I'll send a car to pick you up!"

The matter of Lord Qi's whereabouts has always been a big stone on Yan Xiaodao's heart, and no one is alive or dead, so he evaporates without a trace, and no one will be reconciled to it.Yan Xiaodao's mood is very contradictory. If he can't find his whereabouts, he still has the hope of being alive. If he finds it one day, it will either be a soaked, incomplete cold corpse, or a wanted criminal who has committed more serious crimes. ...

A special car took Mr. Yan from the hospital to the police station.Yan Xiaodao was also familiar with the road, and was invited to the morgue and forensic workshop in the bureau again.He came to this room when he helped Director Bao examine Mr. Mai's body.

Armed with a mask and gloves, Xue Qian opened the freezer of the mortuary for Yan Xiaodao, and reminded in the cold white steam: "It's ugly, you have to be mentally prepared."

Yan Xiaodao only took two glances at the rotting corpse under the drape, no need to take a third look, and said firmly, "It's not my godfather."

The face of the corpse was completely mutilated, as if someone had deliberately cut off the face with a knife. The face was horrific, obviously trying to cover up the identity of the deceased.This made it impossible for the police to retrieve specific persons from the database immediately, and could only check in turn based on the list of missing persons.

But this corpse was not Qi Baoshan.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Master Qi is undoubtedly left-handed. There are calluses left by using knives and rough work on his left hand, but there are no hard skin marks on this man's left hand. The position of the blood vessels in the neck is not in the right direction, and the state of muscle density is also not very good. Like, not him."

Xue Qian also agreed: "Another round of DNA testing can confirm the exclusion, but now the question arises, who is the deceased? To destroy the face and throw the body into the sea is to deliberately destroy the body and wipe out the traces!"

The two stared at the right hand of the corpse at the same time.

The unlucky deceased not only had his face shaved, but his right thumb, index finger and middle finger were also amputated, whether it was accidental or intentional.

"Cutting off any part of the body may be to cover up the real identity of the deceased." Xue Qian said.

"So there might be a sign on the deceased's right hand that revealed his real body?" Yan Xiaodao said.

"What's on your right hand, Mr. Yan?" Xue Qian asked.

"The calluses left by practicing and holding the knife, and these knife marks." Yan Xiaodao stretched out his right hand to look over and over again, and suddenly changed the subject, "Captain Xue, what's on your right finger?"

Xue Qian stretched out his thumb, index finger and middle finger: "Gun cocoon, I practice gun at least four times a week."

The two looked at each other at the same time, it was the spear cocoon.

A sniper with a police or army background must have stubborn gun calluses on his fingers, showing his special identity.

The police also questioned Gu Yaoting.That young master Gu looked at the photos for the autopsy, and treated the shocking death without the fear and fear of ordinary people. He grinned grimly at the carrion corpse and said, "I will die uglier than my father in the future, and my death will be worth it no matter what!"

Xue Qian shook his head and sighed: "If this person is the sniper shooter our police have been looking for, I wouldn't be surprised at all. He will kill himself if he does many unrighteous actions. Such a person stands in the wrong team and acts as a minion. The donkey was unloaded and the donkey was killed, and he got the fate of the corpse in the wilderness."

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After confirming that the floating corpse was not the missing Qi Baoshan, Yan Xiaodao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling complicated and difficult to bear.

He said casually: "Captain Xue, I've recovered from my injury a long time ago, and I don't want to embarrass you and the chief. I can go to the detention center."

"Mr. Yan, don't be too busy entering the detention center. I would like to ask you to identify another matter." Xue Qian raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiaodao, and he was able to see it with a pair of bladed reflective eyes from head to toe. , and then look from the legs to the face, looking at it like peeling skin.

It's quite uncomfortable to be stared at by another old man like this, not to mention that Yan Xiaodao knows that Captain Xue is a crook and likes men.Xue Qian was engrossed in watching it, tilted his head to one side, and muttered to himself, "...it doesn't quite look like it either."

Yan Xiaodao frowned, vigilantly: "What's wrong?"

Xue Qian: "..."

Yan Xiaodao coughed awkwardly: "Why are you staring at me?"

Xue Qian: "...fuck, I don't like you, let's not think too much about it!"

Yan Xiaodao complained in his heart, fuck, thank you, uncle.

There was no embarrassment in Xue Qian's eyes, and he stopped Yan Xiaodao: "Don't go, you go to our cafeteria to have a working meal, and the bureau chief said he would reimburse you for the meal! In the afternoon, the bureau chief and several of our task force members, I need to talk to you in detail."

"...What the hell is going on? Is the case related to me?" Yan Xiaodao began to sink infinitely from this moment, suddenly something bad happened, like a piece of black iron being thrown into the sea, unable to resist its own heavy weight, it kept going Down, down, down, down to the bottom.

"Don't worry, you are not a suspect." Xue Qian reassured forcefully.

Xue Qian kept silent and couldn't bear to say: Mr. Yan, if you were one of the "victims" back then, what would you think?

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At this moment, there was a screeching sound of brakes passing through the downstairs window, which could be heard upstairs from a long distance away.At the gate of the police station compound, an elegant figure flashed out of the driver's seat, Ling He carried the insulated lunch box and found it all the way.

Ling He went upstairs to find Yan Xiaodao, his slightly damp hair revealed his haste and nervousness: "Xiaodao, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, what's the matter with you?" Yan Xiaodao forced himself to look relaxed.

Ling He went to the hospital to deliver meals, and when he heard that Mr. Yan was invited to the police station for an "autopsy", he felt that something was wrong and had ulterior motives.What autopsy?It is enough to take a few photos and have a look. Why did you send a special car to ask Yan Xiaodao to go to the police station to talk?

Sitting in the cafeteria of the police station, facing the small stove lunch brought by Mr. Ling, Yan Xiaodao lost his appetite for this meal, and a ball of threads burned in his mind, and they were entangled chaotically.Some of the uniformed police officers walking past him with a plate of rice around them may recognize him and Ling He, and they keep looking at them. Everyone's eyes seem to be pointing, and they seem to know Some truths are kept secret only to him, the person who fell into the whirlpool.

On the contrary, Ling He looked relaxed, digging his head into the lunch menu in the public cafeteria, chewing on it, and eating delicious food is also an advantage.

After dinner, in the afternoon, in the large conference room of the police station, Yan Xiaodao sat across the table with several leaders of the task force.

Ling He was originally not supposed to attend the meeting, and he was not qualified, but the bureau chief allowed him to sit on a chair by the wall and listen.

The latest evidence comes from Liang Tong who surrendered himself.

On that day, Chairman Liang was terrified by the explosion and assassination scene.When the siren of the fire alarm circled and hissed in the street, this man was still sitting on the side of the road in a daze.

When Liang Tong saw Captain Xue, he felt as if he had seen a relative, so he went down the donkey and happily surrendered to Captain Xue.

Could have been a family too.Liang Tong used to be pretentious and looked down on a small criminal police captain. Now that the Liang family has fallen and lost power, and there is no backer behind him, he can look forward to the end of his sentence in prison. The shelter is all his son's creation.

Director Bao opened the various file bags on the big conference table, and took out a large transparent evidence bag. Inside was an exquisitely shaped rectangular box, also made of antique paint inlaid with silk and shellfish. box.

Yan Xiaodao felt familiar at first glance: "The 'golden brick' box that Boss Jane told me?"

"Almost, but not that." Bao Zhengwei said, "This is another box."

Yan Xiaodao's heart twitched suddenly.

Bao Zhengwei confirmed his conjecture: "Jian Mingxun confessed on the same day that he only kept half of the materials in the 'Brick Book'. What he told was the truth, and the other half was in Liang Tong's hands. Now this box is what Liang Tong sent to us. The evidence handed in after the surrender is the other half of the 'golden brick'."

Yan Xiaodao glanced quickly at Ling He who was sitting by the wall, subconsciously asking for help and yearning for comfort.

Ling He was some distance away from him.Ling He's eyes were dazed and erratic, obviously he didn't know the contents of the box and hadn't read it.

Wearing transparent gloves, Bao Zhengwei took out the stack of photocopied classics of characters from the box, spread them all out from left to right on the long table in the conference room, and showed them to the people present, as if he was showing a picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival or something Famous paintings and ancient scrolls of any dynasty.

Sure enough, the second half of the "Golden Brick Book" is about six other handsome teenagers registered in the register. They have different appearances and identities, but they all have youthful, innocent faces.

The twelve young masters of Yancheng have been gathered since then.

The people present browsed from left to right in silence, and finally all eyes were on the face of the last boy on the roster.

Who is this boy?

Everyone's eyes moved away from the photo and slowly moved to Yan Xiaodao's face.

Yan Xiaodao didn't move at all while sitting, and he didn't even stand up and lie down to study the characters in those photos carefully.He felt that he didn't need to look, that was impossible.

The other one who is sitting and not moving is Captain Xue. Xue Qian has thoroughly researched this important information in the past two days. He has thoroughly checked the archives of relevant people 15 years ago, and his mind is full of comparisons between childhood and adult portraits. , look no further.

Ling He couldn't sit still anymore, he strode into the crowd of onlookers, his upper body leaned on the table, leaned over to stare at the photos, and quickly read the words on the files that could reveal his identity.

Ling He's lips moved slightly, and he looked at the knife suspiciously. This was really unimaginable, and no one would have expected it.

Yan Xiaodao was not used to such an atmosphere and scene, and wanted to leave, wanted to leave.It's not as good as when Captain Xue invited him in as a suspect to drink tea and chat, and he savagely spat out a bloody cigarette butt at Xue Qian.That kind of blunt knife-rattling pleasure is better than today's blunt knives grinding flesh, the heart is like flying catkins, it will shatter with one blow, and it will be shattered into powder and fly ash, it's too uncomfortable...

Several people sat down again, silent.

Ling He, who always showed a sense of presence with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, said nothing at this time, and seemed to be in a daze.

Bao Zhengwei cleared his throat, and today he was going to be the person who carried the explosives and revealed the cruel truth.He said slowly in a serious and formal tone: "We have verified the identities of most of the victims, and we have marked them with numbers from 1 to 12. At present, there is only doubt about the identity of the last victim. According to Liang Tong explained that the six children in the second half of the file were the first to come in, and they were all a few years older. He had never seen No. 12, and he did not send this child up through a match. We interrogated Jian Mingxun again, and Jian Mingxun I haven't handled No. 12 either, and I don't know her.

"If neither Liang Tong nor Jian Mingxun were transported, the identity of No. 12 is based on our speculation. The most likely situation is that he has a background similar to Mai Yunliang. His family was personally sent into this circle at the beginning, and he did not pass the interests of peripheral businessmen. If it is transported, no outsider will know the identity of the child's family background."

"When the case is closed in the future, we must find out the final whereabouts of each victim, whether they are alive or dead, and whether they were rescued. This is also related to the sentencing of the suspect and the evaluation of the nature of the case. The question then falls on the 12th." After Zhengwei said this, he paused for a moment, observed Yan Xiaodao's reaction, and finally said, "Our clues come from the name, date of birth, and a few childhood photos registered in this file on the 12th. Perhaps it is an extreme Coincidentally, the surname of boy No. 12 was Han, his name was Han Xiao, and his date of birth was July 1988, 7. This is the only information available at present."

Yan Xiaodao slowly closed his eyes, suppressing all the sharp and dazzling chaos in front of him.

I finally understand why Director Bao and Captain Xue are following him.

The boy with the same name, his date of birth on his ID card and household registration book is July 1988, 7.

Is this a fucking coincidence?

"But..." Captain Xue took over the job of carrying the explosives from Director Bao at this time, and asked the bureau chief to have a sip of tea first, "Mr. Yan, we have also checked the general situation. You are considered an orphan. You were born by your adoptive mother Yan Picked up and raised by chance, Mrs. Yan is not your biological mother, and Qi Baoshan is not your biological father. If the two of them don’t know your biological parents at all, how did you get the name and date of birth on your household registration book? Mrs. Yan is in When I picked you up on the street, did you hang a sign around your neck with your date of birth written on it?"

"No." Yan Xiaodao subconsciously denied it. The words "biological parents" sound so disgusting and harsh now.

"So it's just a coincidence?... Number 12 isn't you?" Xue Qian asked.

"It's not a coincidence." Yan Xiaodao's lips moved slightly, "Smoking a cigarette."

Several leaders touched their pockets to pass cigarettes to Yan Xiaodao, and several cigarettes were handed over at the same time.No one urged him to answer, and they all sympathized with the painful mood of the party involved in the turbulent waves and almost being swallowed up.

Only based on childhood photos to identify, Ju Zuo and Team Xue have been researching in private for several days, and they have sought portrait experts from the public security, but they cannot be confirmed.There are several similar features in facial features, but they are not exactly alike.

After all, it was Yan Xiaodao who had changed a lot over the years, and his appearance and figure had changed so much from his youth that it was hard for those who didn't know to think that this was the same person. Liang Tong, who kept the half of the data, didn't even think of an acquaintance.

As Yan Shi mentioned, son, you were a beautiful boy when you were young, much better looking than now, you must have come from a famous family, your parents must have a noble family background.

Yan's peasant woman knows how to recognize people, and she can see it!

So Yan Xiaodao was "distorted" by his adoptive mother and godfather, and the longer he got older, the worse he was when he was a child.The life path after being completely changed by fate has torn off the fragile and vain shell of his body, tore off the traces of his original family, and peeled off the tough and wear-resistant flesh and blood inside, making his adult temperament and appearance very different from the original one. .

This boy is not as handsome and beautiful as he was when he was a child. He has developed a somewhat mature and masculine masculinity. He has calloused hands and muscular body after practicing knives.A person like Yan Xiaodao cannot be described superficially as "beautiful", but his charm is still there.

Xue Qian suggested: "We really want to know the details of the original adoption. We may need to invite your adoptive mother, Mrs. Yan, to come over and talk, and collect photos of you when you were young. Of course, we don't need to tell her the specifics of the case, but only talk about the original adoption. "

"No, don't talk to my mother, no, I don't want her to know anything.

"There is no need to look for photos anymore. The old house was demolished. The few old photos I had when I was a child have long been buried in the ruins, leaving nothing behind."

Yan Xiaodao's face was immersed in the cloud of cigarette smoke, and he rejected Captain Xue's proposal.

Yan Xiaodao smoked out the cigarettes in his hand one by one.

Nicotine smog filled the meeting room, shadowy.Ling He looked pale and his breathing was difficult, but he didn't leave the room.His consciousness also seemed to travel back to more than ten years ago, and the figure of the handsome black-haired boy in his imagination was caught off guard at the corner of fate.

Spread out on the long table are the materials of all twelve victimized teenagers, from No. 1 to No. 12, arranged in two shocking rows of pictures.

The number one at the beginning is Ling He, his real name is unknown in the information, he is a foreigner, and the pure mixed-race face in the photo is unique and unique, no one will admit it wrong.Followed by No. 1 Mai Yunliang, No. 2 Lu Yilun, No. 3 Bei Jiahong... The last No. 4 is Yan Xiaodao's childhood photo, which happens to form a big diagonal with Ling He's photo, echoing each other from afar .

Yan Xiaodao bit the last half of the cigarette butt, his voice hoarse: "My adoptive mother doesn't know anything, please don't disturb her. My name and date of birth were obtained by Master Qi."

Question marks were drawn on everyone's faces: How did Qi Baoshan know?Could it be that Qi Baoshan was the "manager" who pimped him back then?

Yan Xiaodao immediately denied it: "My godfather didn't even know about it. At the beginning, he took me to visit a fortune-telling half-fairy."

"..."

The so-called half-immortal who can pinch and count is the Taoist priest Xiaodao mentioned to Ling He earlier.

The Taoist priest kept saying that this godson was Lord Qi's cash cow and cornucopia, and he relied on his wealth and wisdom for half his life, so he fooled Qi Baoshan into a fog.Businessmen all pay attention to Fengshui and superstition. Qi Baoshan trusts the words of the Taoist priest very much, and goes to worship the mountain every year, and specially takes his godson to visit the Taoist priest.

Qi Baoshan asked Taoist priests to give his godson a scientific name, and to draw up an auspicious date of birth, which would be useful when registering for his godson's household registration and ID.

The Taoist meditated on the lotus platform, lit the incense burner, opened his soft and drooping eyelids, stared at the young knife, and remained silent for a long time.

"Daozhang, what's the matter? What auspicious name should my son have?" Master Qi asked.

"It's nothing auspicious or unlucky. The child's name is the word 'Xiao', Xiaoyao's Xiaoyao." The Taoist muttered.

"Xiaoyao's Xiao...then, it should be called Yan Xiao?" Master Qi confirmed it carefully.The pronunciation of this word is quite pleasing to the ear.

"It's the word Xiao, you can only use this word, don't think about it." The Taoist said firmly.

"Please ask the Taoist priest to give my son an auspicious birthday horoscope?" Master Qi sincerely loved and cared about his godson, and bowed respectfully to the Taoist priest.

The bull-nosed old man really spewed out a burst of anger from his two nostrils, and snorted: "There is nothing auspicious or unlucky. The birth date has already been determined by heaven, not by the poor. Your beloved son's life is like this, fate It cannot be controlled by others, even a strong man cannot overcome the will of God!"

The old Taoist wrote "July 1988, 7", the birthday in the solar calendar, on the paper, and an expression of extreme sorrow immediately appeared on his face.The lines on the old guy's face drooped down one by one, feeling sad for no reason, he sighed and stared at Yan Xiaodao for a long time: "The son you adopted came from a famous family, he is not a vulgar thing in the pool, he is destined to be hard and rough, I also The heavenly secret has been leaked, and my life will not be long!"

Not long after, the old Taoist really ascended to heaven and died.

Lord Qi specially took his godson to pay homage, and donated all the expenses for the grand funeral of the Taoist priest.

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In the roster and classics of the "Twelve Young Masters of Yancheng", ten real victims were finally identified, and only two teenagers were extremely lucky to escape the clutches of the devil due to some accidental and strange factors, and now the truth is revealed.

As for how the boy named "Han Xiao" was left on the road next to the village, and how much memory he can retain of the past, we can only rely on the police to continue to dig deep into the investigation to find out the real family background behind this child.

Xiaodao, an orphan who wandered to the side of the rural road, was finally named Yan Xiao. He has been using his real birthday of "July 1988, 7" to go through more than ten years of candid joys and sorrows.Now he finally opened this patchwork book of fate in front of him, uncovering the broken and heartbreaking first page again.It's just that the season of willows and willows is not here, and the innocent and beautiful times of childishness will never come again.