Dirt

"What's the relationship with Zhou Kangming?" He Yuan finally spoke.

The handcuffs that kept making noises also fell silent, and Hu Bing's eyes turned fierce.

"That bitch, my sister kicked her after she fell asleep. Rich people are not fun! Abortion money is not given by the mother, and I can't take the money with me even if I die! This is retribution! !"

The police officer on the side quickly wrote it down on the note paper.

"You killed Zhou Kangming?"

"Fart your mother! I think it's dirty! Maybe he slept with a woman, and he didn't pay someone to kill him!"

"Where did Hu Yan go?"

"That bastard, go wherever you want! I told her eight hundred times that the dead man is not a good thing, she didn't listen to him and jumped into his bed."

"Do you have a bad relationship with Hu Yan?"

"She's my sister, how can there be a bad relationship! Did you find my sister? I don't care about that dead man, I just want to know when my sister will come back! If she is missing an arm or a leg, I will explode tomorrow This police station."

He Yuan raised his chin, touched the stubble with his hand, and swept his eyes back and forth on Hu Bing, with an aggression, he hesitated to speak again.

Gao Chen outside the interrogation room didn't understand He Yuan's intention, so he touched Miao Miao with his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Why isn't the boss talking?"

Miao Miao put his hands in his pockets, and said a few words with a calm expression: "He is waiting."

Gao Chen was puzzled and continued to ask.Miao Miao stretched out her bony hand and pointed to Hu Bing's file, which said "manic depression."

More than ten minutes passed, and He Yuan still had no intention of opening his mouth. The police officer who was recording at the side seemed to become anxious, and tapped the table lightly with his pen.

After another 10 minutes, Hu Bing hung his head and exuded the air of a lost dog, as if he was not the one who was yelling and cursing just now, so he tried to speak patiently:

"Comrade police, can I have a cigarette?"

He Yuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with one hand, threw it in front of Hu Bing, and thoughtfully lit a cigarette for him.

"How long have you been smoking?" He Yuan asked.

Hu Bing visibly trembled, and the ash in his hand fell on the table. He stared at the falling ash, as if the ash could save him from the interrogation room. After some time, Hu Bing muttered said:

"I started smoking in junior high school, and it's been more than ten years."

He Yuan leaned forward, his eyes threatening, he saw the sharp change of expression on Hu Bing's face, and his tone was deterrent:

"Are you going to tell me that the sour burnt smell on your body is caused by you not taking a bath for ten years?"

At Hu Bing's house, He Yuan felt that the person in front of him was unusually sick and thin at first glance, and the lingering smell in the room hit He Yuan's nasal cavity. The intuition of many years of front-line criminal police told He Yuan that this was definitely not sloppy. Dirty breath.

"I...comrade policeman...I really don't know what you're talking about...I..."

Gao Chen, who was outside the interrogation room, also raised doubts. Miao Miao twitched his lips and said, "Brother Gao, don't you smell Hu Bing's body? It's the smell of burning gunk."

Gao Chen was completely enlightened.

"How long has it been--did you--suck for the last time?"

The same deterrent force slapped Hu Bing's face fiercely. Hu Bing's lips trembled, and the handcuffs and iron chair made a collision sound again. After a few seconds, Hu Bing said:

"Comrade police, I admit... I'm a fan... But Zhou Kangming's death has nothing to do with me... It really doesn't matter... I was at home that day..."

"How do you know when he died?"

"I...my sister told me...she called me yesterday afternoon..."

He Yuan stood up, patted the police officer who took the notes, and said to the one-way glass:

"Gao Chen, tell Captain Hua of the anti-drug team next door to bring someone. Don't forget to ask him to give me the entire pennant. I'll have to rely on me to complete the performance every month."

He Yuan pushed open the door of the interrogation room, walked to the drinking fountain, took two glasses of water, and handed one to the reporter. Gao Chen followed behind him like a tail, and asked:

"Boss, should Hu Bing be handed over to the anti-narcotics team? What about Zhou Kangming's case?"

He Yuan took a sip of water, looked at Gao Chen dumbfounded, and patted Gao Chen on the back with one hand:

"Son, I still counted on you to usurp my position that day, but now it seems hopeless. Hu Bing has an alibi, you really want to be tortured, why don't you hand it over to the anti-narcotics team and help Captain Hua Wuyu complete the task? Let them watch over people for us... Hey, did no one report to the police that they picked up Zhou Kangming's arms and legs?"

Gao Chen shook his head.

"Increase the police force and look for the legs of Hu Yan and Zhou Kangming. Don't cause panic among the public. Let's check the people around Zhou Ju and see what else we can find."

"Ah!"

A sneeze made the air freeze, He Yuan looked at Miao Miao with a strange expression on his face, Miao Miao returned him with an indifferent expression, as if the sneeze was not caused by him, the two of them just looked at each other for a few seconds, He Yuan Putting the water glass on the table, he raised the back of his hand and pressed it on Miao Miao's head with a "snap".

Gao Chen and the transcriptionist stared at each other and were speechless. He Yuan rubbed his hands on Miao Miao's head, and said in an awkward manner:

"I said, Uncle Miao, your physique is not good. You had a fever the second day after you came here. Did you not turn on the air conditioner last night? You don't have to pay my electricity bill."

Miao Miao's indifferent expression moved, and the bases of his ears were blushed. After a while, he slapped He Yuan's hand off, turned around and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Gao Chen and the reporter still immersed in "Miao Miao stayed at He Yuan's house last night." in shock.

At noon, Miao Miao was lying on the table tinkering with the mobile phone. The mobile phone was thrown into the green belt yesterday. Although it was not sacrificed when it was picked up, the cracks on the screen were still very eye-catching.Miao Miao's hand touched the crack, and the disgust in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

Must it drive me crazy?Miao Miao thought to himself.

The phone in his hand vibrated suddenly, Miao Miao unlocked it, and there was an unread message from He Yuan:

"Go downstairs, I'll wait for you in the car."

On the Acura RLX at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, the driver's window was completely down, one arm was stretched out, and half-burned cigarettes were still held in his hand. Miao Miao glanced at the people sitting in the car, pulled the passenger seat away and sat down. go in.

After taking his last puff of cigarette, He Yuan ruthlessly threw the cigarette butt out of the car window, and said lightly:

"You know the man in black yesterday."

Miao Miao was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."

"Then why didn't he shoot in the end?"

"Assaulting a policeman is a small crime, but murdering a policeman is a big crime. That person should be able to handle it clearly."

He Yuan sneered, put the back of the chair down, glanced at Miao Miao's face, fell silent for a while, then sat up suddenly, facing Miao Miao head-on:

"This is my intuition as a front-line criminal policeman for many years. I don't want to press you, but you are under my control now. I think you need to tell me, and... you have been undercover in the 'Flock' for three years. The Provincial Department because of you Shooting and killing 'Hummingbird' without authorization cancels your personal second-class merit, how can such a person guarantee his loyalty to the police?"

He Yuan finished this sentence in a non-serious tone, but the last few words pierced Miao Miao's heart with ice shards like an interrogation of a prisoner.

"What is loyalty?" Miao Miao asked without answering, "I have been in the 'Flock' for three years, if I betrayed me, who is sitting in front of you now? I have never met that man, I don't know him and I don't want to know why It will appear. Captain He, follow up on Zhou Kangming's case if you have time, and stop looking for suspicious points on me, a criminal policeman."

Miao Miao's face was sinking, but it could be heard that he was obviously excited.

In the heavy atmosphere inside the car, Miao Miao could be heard breathing heavily. After a while, he raised his hand to open the car door and was about to get out of the car. He Yuan stretched out his hand, grabbed Miao Miao's leather jacket, and dragged him to the on the seat.

"Close the car door and take you to dinner."

Miao Miao closed the car door reluctantly, sat in the co-pilot silent for a while, and said in a nasal voice:

"Captain He, I don't expect you to believe me, but I never thought of turning my back on you."

He Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand, and turned the car. Last night, in the file about Miao Miao on the public security intranet, the last line in the column of parents reads "Confirmed the sacrifice in the August [-] Extraordinary Anti-drug Operation." He Yuan looked at After the date, Miao Miao was only nine years old that year.

"I believe in you, don't let me down."

Roman Garden—the number one leader among all western restaurants in Lingang City, with per capita consumption starting at four digits at the beginning of seven.

There is a Boston grand piano in the middle of the restaurant, and a red wine rack is erected on the raised ground. The red wine displayed reflects a sense of high-quality pursuit.The overall decoration style of the restaurant adopts European classical style, cast iron flowers, Roman columns and exaggerated wooden lines all remind the people who come in to dine that this restaurant is not affordable by ordinary people.

Miao Miao was sitting in front of a round wooden table covered with three layers of tablecloth. There were flowers that Miao Miao didn't know in a vase on the table, exuding a faint fragrance.

There is an ice bucket on the edge of the round table, and there is still a bottle of third peak rosé champagne in it. He Yuan stretched out his slender fingers covered with gun calluses, slid across the cold champagne bottle, and said to the waiter standing next to him:

"Withdraw the wine and tell Boss Mo that I'm coming to have a work meal today, so don't be too grand. Oh, by the way, serve a cup of hot milk, our new policeman from the criminal police team has a cold."

Miao Miao took a look at the opposite... the flamboyant rich second-generation criminal police detachment captain, with a seven-figure watch on his wrist, reflecting the light. He doesn't look like a criminal policeman, it's like a walking money transporter car.

"Is it suitable?" Miao Miao asked.

"Huh?" He Yuan didn't understand what Miao Miao meant, and he hesitated for a few seconds before realizing it.

"People's public servants also need to eat. Besides, what I eat is my parents' money, not public funds. What's inappropriate? If the case is not solved for a year, do I have to eat instant noodles in the office for a year? Besides, carpe diem, do you understand? Hurry up and eat a good meal while the clues are not clear, so as to save your busy feet from touching the floor and eating instant noodles."

Miao Miao supported his forehead, speechless.

He looked at the frozen appetizers and hot appetizers on the waiter. As the main course, cold appetizers, and hot appetizers came up, Miao Miao's eyebrows finally collided. He never picked up the silver knife and fork on the table, letting his stomach There is sour water in it.

A man sat elegantly at the dining table, the cuff buttons of his well-tailored white suit knocked on the table, and the silver knife and fork reflected cold light under the light.Not far away lay a man covered in hickey marks all over his body. He was only covered by a nightgown. He stared blankly at the man's white leather shoes under the dining table. The bruises at the corners of his mouth looked extraordinarily bright on his fair face.

"Don't you like it?" the man asked.

The man on the ground didn't answer, his eyes were still empty. The man on the dining table put down his knife and fork and walked to him. He lifted the man's chin with his white leather shoes, and his tone was soft and charming:

"Why don't you listen to me? I obviously like you so much."

The man still didn't hear the answer he wanted, and his soft eyes from a second ago turned sharp, and he kicked the man on the ground away: "Wu Shuang, send it back, tell my brother, don't let this person go out to deliver the goods, stay here Just do some odd jobs around the house."

The man called Wushuang squatted down and stretched out his hands to tighten his nightgown, then he hugged the man covered in hickeys and walked outside.The dazzling sunlight outside the door made his pupils shrink, and he closed his eyes immediately, thinking:

If Sun Ting was rejected at that time, would it still be like this.