dark crossing

Jiang Maiyun has always believed in his own judgment.

After Huang Ran disappeared, the police's repeated visits gave him a bad feeling.Although the identity of Jiang Shiyin's father will help him to remove the suspicion to a large extent, it is only temporary.

The high frequency of contact with the police made him feel dangerous instinctively.

But after the analysis, Jiang Maiyun felt that it was the best policy to stand still at this moment.He firmly believed that as long as he didn't mess himself up, the police would have no way to find evidence that could directly prove his involvement in the crime.

Besides, in his opinion, the incident this time was not a heinous crime at all.After all, Jiang Shiyin committed suicide, he is not a "murderer".

But a sudden email shakes the confident Jiang Maiyun.

In the early morning of the Ching Ming Festival, Jiang Maiyun, who was sleeping on the sofa with all his clothes on, was awakened by the sound of a new email notification on his mobile phone.

This is an email from a mysterious person named Whisper.

The headline is sensational——"The game begins!If you don't want to be caught, run away! ".

Jiang Maiyun's breathing stopped for a moment.He hated being fooled the most, and pressed his anger to open the email.But the content of the text made my always numb heart flustered.

"The police have confirmed that you are the real culprit behind the dogfighting arena, and have also found out that Jiang Shiyin and Huang Ran's disappearance is a trick you played.But don't worry, I'll help you.But in return, you have to give me Huang Ran.Of course I won't let you work in vain.I know someone offered $200 million to buy her, so I'll offer $250 million, how? :D

The daring Jiang Maiyun sweated coldly because of these few short sentences.

With slightly trembling hands, he clicked on the attachment of the email. ——This is a high-definition photo taken at his autograph meeting a few years ago.

Jiang Maiyun's face suddenly became very ugly, because in the photo, he was holding a pen and buried in his signature, and the wing tattoo on the tiger's mouth was lifelike.

He took a deep breath, not feeling sleepy.The great panic made him have no time to think, and instinctively typed a line quickly, asking: "Who are you?" 』

The other end of the dark night.

The corners of the mouth of the Qingjuan youth in front of the screen slightly raised.

What Jiang Maiyun replied was a rhetorical question.But at the moment, no denial is acquiescence.

This short rhetorical question confirmed all his reasoning.

As expected, Huang Ran was in Jiang Maiyun's hands.

Then let's play a game of "cat and mouse".

The keyboard crackled lightly, and a line of words jumped out at the blinking cursor in the text of the email: "No matter what, you have to hurry up."Keep in touch, I hope you don't get caught by the police, because I want Huang Ran. 』

With a light tap of his slender fingers, this email that didn't answer the question was sent to his father who looked like a monster.

Soon, in the clear eyes of the young man, several new mail reminders flashing red light were reflected one after another. ——Jiang Maiyun, who couldn't sit still, sent a series of questioning questions in succession.

The air is filled with a special pine aroma that only a burning cigar can have.In the dark, the faint blue flames emitted by the direct-flow lighter are like the brilliant flames that lure moths to them.

In reality, the little white rabbit living in a broken hut may not be able to be king.

But the impatient prey is doomed to failure.

Run away, escape is the prelude to arrest.

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When Shen Ting came out of Yuehuai after the meeting, it was already dark, and there was still a drizzle.While waiting for the red light, I saw a huge food advertisement on the illuminated bus stop sign with "Spring is getting warmer during the Ching Ming Festival, Qingtuan fresh fruit is right to eat".Only then did Shen Ting realize that today is Ching Ming Festival.No wonder Chu Huainan told him to go back early before going out.

I remember when I was still studying, every Ching Ming Festival and Hungry Ghost Festival, Shen’s mother would tell Shen Ting not to stay out too late, and it’s best to go home before dark.

Because the old people said that these two days are when the gates of hell are wide open, and the air outside is very cloudy.Shen's mother was worried that if he didn't go home early at night, he would run into a group of ghosts traveling at night and get into trouble with some dirty things.

As a typical materialist, Shen Ting has always dismissed these superstitions.But in the face of his mother's kindness, he never argued and was always obedient.

After work, Shen Ting spends less time with his family, and no one cares what time he returns home in Qingming or Zhongyuan.

The police, especially the criminal police, often work overtime until midnight when encountering serious cases.If you can't even check the living people, how can you control ghosts?

And a policeman like Shen Ting was even less punctual in his work.For him, work is the whole of life.

This high-risk and high-intensity job requires 24-hour dedication and 360 days a year without a break, so Shen Ting has to be cautious even in his sleep.

Right now, Shen's mother is in Jianghu Market, in that home not far from Shen Ting, but far away.

Shen Ting was very familiar with the area nearby.Just turn right at the intersection in front, then go straight through three traffic lights, and you will arrive at the neighborhood that he is very familiar with.

He grew up there, and his mother was there waiting for him to come home.

At this time, Shen's mother should have had dinner, packed up the dishes and watched TV on the sofa.Shen Ting knew that she must also miss him very much, but she didn't know that he was right at the door.

But even at the door of the house, for the sake of the mission and the safety of Shen's mother, he still has to keep "passing the house three times without entering".

Halfway through the car, the phone rang.

Chu Huainan gently urged him to go home on the other end of the phone: "Dinner is ready, when are you coming back? Today is Qingming, Aunt Zhao wants to go home early."

Tangcheng Binjiang has two spacious nanny rooms, let alone Aunt Zhao, even Aunt Zhao's family can live there.

The anxiety that the case has not yet been clarified and the frustration of not being able to go home have dissipated a little in the capitalist's soft tone.

Shen Ting stepped up the accelerator, crossed the line at the last second when the green light turned yellow, and said casually, "I don't pay attention to the time when I'm talking about business. Why don't you eat first, don't wait for me."

"I can't eat it alone." Chu Huainan's gorgeous voice is particularly sexy even when complaining, and the low end sound has a bit of grievance that makes Shen Ting dumbfounded: "Didn't you promise me to go early when you went out?" Are you coming back?"

"I'm already on my way back."

"Then go slowly."

This sentence sounds like a human speech.

Shen Ting smiled slightly, stepped on the gas pedal again and overtook the two cars, and rushed to the tunnel across the river.

The original 10-minute drive was abruptly shortened by half by Superintendent Shen, who has excellent driving skills.

When she got home, Aunt Zhao was still laying out dishes, chopsticks, and mouthcloths. She smiled pleasantly when she saw him enter the door, greeted him politely, and turned to the other two aunts in the kitchen and said, "The dishes are ready to be served." .”

"Where's Chu Huainan?"

"Sir is in the study."

Chu Huainan invested in a new track at the end of last year, and is currently reading the first quarter report of a certain subsidiary.

Shen Ting knocked on the door outside, but seeing no movement inside, she turned up the volume and said, "Hurry up and wash your hands, get ready to eat."

Chu Huainan put down the documents and opened the door.Seeing that Shen Ting, who was still on the phone with him 10 minutes ago, was standing at the door with arms folded, he couldn't help being in a good mood.

"So fast?"

"Can you hurry up? I'm afraid that someone will starve to death and come back to me and ask for sky-high compensation."

"Isn't it because you wronged me and felt embarrassed that you hurried back?"

"Wronged?" Shen Ting raised his eyes slightly, but Chu Huainan stretched out his hand and pressed them down.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't help but kiss you."

Shen Ting took two steps back, managed to pull out a safe distance, and said, "Hurry up and have dinner, it's okay if you don't, anyway, I'm happy eating alone."

Chu Huainan took a few steps forward, "You retreat, I enter" and grabbed Shen Ting's arm and pulled him into the bathroom at the door of the study, "Didn't you say you need to wash your hands first?"

The size of the capitalist's guest bathroom is almost catching up with the living room of ordinary people.

Delicate green plants are placed on the spacious double-basin sink, so delicate that even the dewdrops on the leaves seem to be on standby around the clock, ready to decorate the mood of the proud ones.

There were obviously two washbasins side by side in the bathroom, but Chu Huainan wanted to squeeze in one with him.Shen Ting moved back with his hands full of foam, and was about to wash off on another sink, but Chu Huainan grabbed his hand greasy from behind: "Why do you want to go far away?" The water temperature is just right, hotter than the opponent's The palm should be a little lower.

Shen Ting was half-circled in Chu Huainan's arms, and in this awkward posture, he quickly washed off the foam on his hands, and then pushed the capitalist who was too close with his elbow a little bit, and said in a very puzzled way: " I'm not a primary school student, so I don't need your supervision to wash my hands."

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Chu Huainan's smile was an eyesore. He couldn't help but raised his hand and shook the water on his face, and then walked away together.

Dinner was pretty solid.

Aunt Zhao is from Xicheng. She married to Jianghu in her early years, but she can still cook some sweet Xicheng dishes.

Shen Ting has been addicted to sweets since she was a child.

Although the capitalist in front of him who doesn't eat well and keeps staring at him is annoying, his taste seems to be similar to his, and the two people like to eat similar things.When two people eat and live together, there is no need to quarrel over issues such as "sweet or salty tofu nao", "whether sugar should be added to noodles".

For this meal, Aunt Zhao basically prepared Shen Ting's favorite dishes.

Looking at Shen Ting who refused to even drink a glass of water in front of him before, he drank the second bowl of fish soup.Chu Huainan, who was about to compile a "Guide to Inspector Shen's Hobbies", slightly raised the corners of his mouth with a sense of accomplishment.

Dessert is two lychees per person.Shen Ting asked suspiciously: "Is the lychee already on the market at this time?" Fiddled with a fresh fruit the size of half a palm, looked up at the opposite Chu Huainan who was discharging electricity from his hair, he rarely opened a Joke: "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a prodigy. Lychees are not allowed, and foxes are not allowed."

Chu Huainan, who didn't know his nickname, the male vixen, smiled inwardly, "I have a garden in the tropics, and I don't visit it once a year. I just let the gardener plant some fruits in the yard as much as possible. This lychee is an improved variety that bears fruit early and has no seeds."

You thought the lychee tree was a loofah vine!Do you plant trees that are more than ten meters high in the yard?Looking for a gardener for a garden that you visit less than once a year?

At this time, Shen Ting didn't know that many years later, the two of them would go on a tropical vacation together.

The capitalist pointed to a lychee tree with a smile and asked him: "Do you still remember the 'lychee essence' you ate during the Qingming Festival? It was the fruit of the lychee tree here."

Shen Ting patted his arms around his waist, and the other hand, which was already a bit unruly, glanced at the hills that could not be seen, and asked with a dark face: "So you call this place a garden? But we ordinary people call this place a garden." Call the island!!!”

At this moment, Shen Ting, the unpredictable prophet, peeled off the bright red fruit speechlessly.

Inside the cracked lychee shell, a soft film of Shengshuang Saixue wraps the crystal clear flesh like silk.

He removed the soft membrane and took a bite of the pulp.

Sure enough, there are no seeds, and the sweet juice exudes a delicate fragrance. It is much more delicious than the concubine Xiao who came to the market more than ten days later.

If capitalists like to burn money for agricultural and sideline business, let them burn it. Anyway, what they burn is not the country's money, let alone their own money.

I don't know that I have been firmly remembered by the capitalists for a long time, and I am already Yuan Nan's appointed "Mrs. Yazhai", the Inspector Shen, thinking indifferently.

"Can you get up at five tomorrow morning?"

"What are you doing up so early?"

Chu Huainan put down the husk, and the smile on his face subsided a little: "Come with me to see my parents."

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, Shen Ting has already made an appointment to meet Chen Cong in Yuehuai.

He weighed and remained silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Tomorrow morning at 04:30, I will call you."

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