Dirt

Miao Miao tapped the single-sided glass twice with her knuckles, the sound in the interrogation room stopped abruptly, and He Yuan said in the headset, "Come in."

For some reason, Miao Miao hesitated to open the door. The iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open and there was no movement. He Yuan took a step forward and pulled the door open. Miao Miao staggered forward in a weightless step and fell into He Yuan's arms. Yuan looked at the iceberg beauty in his arms with a smirk on his face, and his attributes of a wolf with a big tail were about to be exposed.

Hu Yan sharply saw the transparent sealed bag in Miao Miao's hand, and the white powder in the sealed bag was hanging on the inner wall, she screamed: "Ah—give me! Give me a little bit! Hurry up—please! "

In response to Hu Yan's screams and cries, Miao Miao didn't do anything and stuffed the sealed bag into He Yuan's hand, walked straight to the interrogation table, leaned on the edge of the table, and said softly, "Who gave you that book."

"Ah - what book, I don't know... I beg you to give me some fans... I'm so uncomfortable..."

"I'll ask again, who gave you that black notebook." Miao Miao's voice had a strong sense of aggression, causing Hu Yan to sit up straight suddenly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with rounded eyes, and said tremblingly:

"It was given by a good-looking man...it was brought by my brother...I only saw it once...I said, can you give me some?"

"When did it happen?" Miao Miao asked.

Hu Yan tightly covered her suffocated red pupils, opened her mouth wide and tried to draw air, her voice was hoarse several degrees higher than before:

"It's been a long time... It seems to be a week before the Mid-Autumn Festival. My brother made a lot of money selling fans that day. He took me to buy clothes... He said he would introduce someone to me and let me take him down... But that The man didn't even look at me...Before he left, he gave me this notebook...so that I could record every transaction of my brother...He said he would come back to check, I feel so sad...Ah... "

Miao Miao smirked, a subtle change appeared on his face, and then he continued: "Did that man say anything?"

Hu Yan didn't answer and began to flop on the iron chair crazily, kicking her two feet indiscriminately, like fresh shrimps just out of the pot. After a few seconds, she entered the boiling state, and suddenly curled up, followed by bursts of dry air from her throat. Vomiting sound.

After a while, Miao Miao walked past He Yuan with an indescribable expression without even raising her eyebrows, and said, "She can't take it anymore." Then she opened the iron door of the interrogation room and stepped out.

It was still the bathroom, and the water pipes in the wall made the sound of rushing water. Miao Miao squatted on the ground leaning against the wall, puffs of smoke spewed out from his head hanging down, he leaned back a little, and finally sat down on the ground, pointing The pointed cigarette burnt, and he stared blankly at the flame like a person suffering from painlessness.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival... that is...

"Crack." He Yuan threw the sealed bag in front of the interrogator, narrowed his eyes and looked at the one-sided glass, and after a few seconds, he ordered in a low voice: "Find some policewomen to keep an eye on her, and continue the interrogation after the ice has been dispersed."

How could interrogators who have been involved in criminal investigation and interrogation all year round not understand what loose ice means.

Hu Yan looked at the bag of white powder, her eyes were full of desire and impatience, her fingertips scratched the table and made a screeching sound, He Yuan gave a slight "tsk" with disgust on his face, turned and left the interrogation room with a sharp smile. The sound was blocked behind the iron door.

The hour hand on the wall has passed twelve, He Yuan turned his back to the single-sided glass, took a deep breath, took out the lighter, but found that the smoke on his body was gone, and Miao Miao was also missing, He Yuan did not move, slender Inserted his fingers into the black hair, and when he stroked the back of his head, he hushed a handful of hair:

"Damn, when did you go along?"

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pile of physical evidence photos on the desktop, and a corner of the photo in the black notebook was exposed.

"That's Bu Zhao's handwriting." Miao Miao's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

In the bathroom, the smell of air freshener permeated the air. Miao Miao was paralyzed on the ground in the posture of a drunk, with one slender legs straightened and the other slightly curled up, staring blankly at the ceiling with empty eyes.

A few minutes later, the door of the bathroom was pushed open. He Yuan poked his head in tentatively, then cursed, rushed into the bathroom and grabbed Miao Miao.

"The clothes on your body start at six figures, and you sit on such a dirty floor for me, and you don't treat my things as a good bird. Get up for me."

"Do you like that drug dealer so much?" He Yuan kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

Miao Miao's pupils were focused, and his cold black eyes were motionless, making his complexion even paler. He Yuan looked directly at the bloodshot eyes, and his heart felt sour. He paused for a few seconds but still didn't express his inner thoughts.

The air was so quiet that the sound of the two people's breathing kept coming and going, and the time in the quiet space was infinitely magnified. After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound, and He Yuan took out his cigarette case from Miao Miao's coat pocket, "Ka!" The flame ignites the tobacco.

Miao Miao's tightly pursed lips moved, and he hesitated to speak. He Yuan stretched out the cigarette he had smoked twice in front of Miao Miao. Miao Miao shook his head and refused, and said:

"Before the Mid-Autumn Festival...it was the first time I mentioned to Sun Ting that I wanted to come to Hong Kong for criminal investigation. A few days later, Sun Ting said that he could arrange for me to come to Hong Kong after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I vaguely felt that Bu Zhao knew that I would come to Hong Kong, so... "

The Miao Miao who spoke seemed to be frozen, his tone was cold and expressionless, and He Yuan could even feel the ice slag in his exhaled breath, but only his pupils were beating uneasily in the bloodshot eyes, He Yuan He exhaled a puff of smoke, took another sharp puff, and said with the smoke coming out of his nasal cavity:

"You don't need to immerse yourself in the past. Whether Sun Ting or Bu Zhao is just passing by, you are now a member of my criminal investigation team and a soldier of my He Yuan. You can tell me about everything, to be honest. I actually..."

He Yuan threw away the cigarette butt and supported Miao Miao's shoulders with both hands, and pulled him a few centimeters towards him, with firm eyes, he said:

"In fact, I don't think you are my uncle or my subordinate. On the contrary, I want to be your friend. I hope that one day you can calmly talk to me about the dirty and bloody things you saw when you were undercover. Waiting for you to drink You can blow the bottle and brag about it to me, instead of taking it by yourself and living your life in decadence and what you call PTSD."

Miao Miao was shocked when he heard the words, his pupils trembled, and the mixed feelings in his eyes in the last second were quickly taken back, and he spoke slowly:

"What kind of blood can be bloody undercover. Besides eating and sleeping and staring at drug dealers every day, the greatest pleasure is watching gangsters fight."

He Yuan put down his hands, lowered his head and sighed slightly, like an old father who failed in educating his children: "That's it, go back for a rest, and then interrogate Hu Yan later."

The door of the bathroom was opened, He Yuan stepped out with one foot, and the coat was suddenly pulled, Miao Miao said softly, "I will tell you when I have a chance."

He Yuan couldn't help laughing, turned around and raised his hand to rub Miao Miao's black hair: "You are a man, at first glance, I feel like the kind of man who is naturally gloomy, but after a long time I feel like a child again, especially this hair—it's so soft."

Miao Miao pondered thoughtfully for two seconds, then stretched out his hand and "slapped" He Yuan's hand away. He was a few centimeters shorter than He Yuan, and when he stared at He Yuan, he could see a trace of white under his black pupils.

He Yuan, head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, was stared at by Miao Miao. He quickly withdrew his hand and took out a cigarette. He bent his shoulders and neck and handed the cigarette to Miao Miao in a compliment:

"Master, I was wrong."

Miao Miao laughed out loud, took the cigarette and turned his head slightly to the lighter He Yuan raised and lit the cigarette.

The lights in the detachment leader’s office of the City Bureau Building stayed on all night, and the lights in the interrogation room also stayed on all night. The criminal police each took their statements to screen out Hu Yan’s ambiguous confession. At one point, he was lying on the iron table and was about to fall asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, He Yuan's handmade leather shoes stepped out of the interrogation room: "Come here, the confession will be sent to my office in a while, I will order breakfast for you at the hotel opposite, go and eat, rest until nine o'clock Go ahead and start."

A group of red-eyed criminal police cheered, their stomachs began to protest after fighting all night, and they rushed out of the city bureau with their wrinkled police uniforms.

When He Yuan returned to the office, he found Miao Miao standing in front of the window, meditating again, with his hands in his pockets and without even turning his head. He walked straight to Miao Miao's side, and put his left hand on Miao Miao's shoulder. , looked at Miao Miao slightly from the side:

"I've always wondered what you're thinking every time you stand here."

Miao Miao glanced at the corner of his mouth in disgust, and hummed softly, "Count the heads."

He Yuan: "..."

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and then the door of the office was pushed open, and Gao Chen, who was covered in sloppy police uniform and showed a part of his waist, rushed in, saw He Yuan holding Miao Miao in front of the window, and turned around instantly Turn their backs to the two of them.

He Yuan let go of his hand and turned his head to look at Gao Chen, with a slight uptick in his tone, as if he was in a good mood: "What's the matter?"

Gao Chen stepped back into the office, took out a thick file bag from his bag with a piece of toilet paper, and turned his back to the two of them: "Boss, this was mailed to Zhou De's house a few days ago. Because no one opened the door, it was left at the guard."

After finishing speaking, He Yuan's eyes froze, and he frowned and asked, "How did you come here?"

Gao Chen hesitated for a moment:

"When the uncles who were changing shifts took over the work, they found out that it was a courier from Zhou De's family. Because the news of Han Baoling's death had spread in the community, the two uncles sent it to the Shibei Branch before dawn. The staff on duty there called me. , I hurried over to get it."

He Yuan hadn't stepped out yet, Miao Miao was already one step ahead of him. He took out a pair of gloves from the drawer, and after putting them on, he took the gloves and took them apart without saying a word. A stack of documents and a few photos were neatly placed on the table superior.

Miao Miao flipped a few pages roughly from right to left with his index finger, turned his head to look at He Yuan, and said confidently, "I'm hungry."

He Yuan was almost caught by the word "hungry" by Miao Miao. He thought Miao Miao had discovered something, and he even thought about the words to flatter him. After a while of silence, He Yuan took out his mobile phone and sent Gao Chen a 200 The red envelope: "Go to Lao Wang and order chicken soup."

Standing at the door, Gao Chen couldn't help being stunned, rolled up his sleeves to reveal an electronic watch, and waved in front of He Yuan: "Boss, look at what time it is, it's only 06:30, don't talk about Old Wang's chicken soup, I guess the chickens haven't risen yet."

He Yuan lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves to look at his seven-figure watch. He pursed his lips in regret, thinking about whether to use his status as the captain of the detachment to use power for personal gain. When Miao Miao's slender hand was in front of him Shaking:

"Am I confinement? Steamed buns and soy milk are fine."

Suddenly, the sharp corners of He Yuan's eyes caught the protruding ankle bone on the white arm, and at the same time, a bud called "desire" sprouted quietly in his heart. Like a scalded crab leg, he curled up unconsciously.