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It seems that in order to avoid vicious competition, the two products are completely different.The breakfast stands in small towns are nothing special.A family of soy milk, fried dough sticks, sesame balls, tofu nao, a family of fish soup noodles, dry noodles, wontons, and dumplings.

Yan Ji walked to Yan Deng's side: "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Deng: "Fried dough sticks, sesame balls, noodles, wontons."

Yan Ji didn't expect her to have such a good appetite, so she took her to a noodle shop on the left and sat down, and ordered by herself: "Boss, a bowl of fish soup dumpling noodles, and a bowl of fish soup wontons."

Yan Deng watched Yan Ji go to the store on the right, watched her order and pay, and waited patiently by the frying pan.Watch her teach the old lady who fried fried dough sticks to use a mobile phone, watch her help others pack bags, open and close her lips and say nothing in a local accent, and her smile is warm and clean.

Yan Ji walked back to the noodle shop with a plastic bag in his hand, and saw Yan Deng sitting at the table dignifiedly: "Noodles and wontons can't be soaked, they won't taste good after a while. I just bought fried dough sticks and sesame balls, and you want to drink soy milk ?"

"Need not."

Hearing this, Yan Ji sat down and opened the two plastic bags to let air out: "Be careful when eating the sesame balls, the syrup will be hot right out of the pot."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and started to eat, struggling for life and death all night, and her body realized that she was extremely hungry.A bowl of wontons had bottomed out, and Yan Ji looked up to find that Yan Deng had only eaten a few mouthfuls after chewing slowly.

Yan Ji got up and went to pay the bill. The boss was a fat aunt who was wrapping wontons like flying hands. She looked up and said with a smile, "Eight yuan. Girl, would you like another bowl of dry noodles, our specialty."

"No, I'm full." Yan Ji put the money in the box, told Yan Deng and walked out of the shop.

Yan Ji went to the next door to buy a deep-fried dough stick for himself.The deep-fried dough sticks were just out of the pan, crispy and hot, crunchy after a bite, Yan Ji wrapped the lower end in a plastic bag, pinched it with three fingers, and ate it as he walked.

"Is it delicious?" Yang Shuhui appeared out of nowhere, smiling brightly with two dark circles under his eyes, and those who didn't know thought it was Yan Ji's boyfriend, "I've been waiting for a long time, wait for me for a while. I bought breakfast and let's go back to the residence."

Yan Ji couldn't care less about eating deep-fried dough sticks any longer, and walked quickly into the dumpling noodle shop.Yan Deng was still sitting at the table, had eaten half of the bowl, and was tearing pieces of fried dough sticks into his mouth.

Yan Ji bent down and asked her in a low voice: "The police from the police station are outside, let us follow him back to the police station, do we want to go?"

Yan Deng turned to look at her: "Otherwise?"

Yan Ji was helpless: "Why do you always ask me back?"

Yan Deng raised his hand and pointed, Yan Ji looked over, leaned forward and took out a piece of tissue paper.

Yan Deng lowered his eyes and wiped his hands: "Because you have never had an opinion. You don't trust me and don't rely on me. You are neither stupid nor blind. Why do you ask for my opinion? I am not your authority or your close friend. influence your decision?"

She raised her head, pale/delicate like a puppet, and her voice was as soft as whispering in her ear: "What you need is not my opinion, you are just worried that your decision does not conform to my ideas. Yan Ji, you care too much about others gone."

"Two beauties." Yang Shuhui appeared at the door of the shop, carrying four or five packing bags in his hand, "Let's go when we're full. Didn't we just stand at the door of our police station for a long time?"

The three of them crossed the road and entered the courtyard of the Qiwushan Police Station. The two vehicles from the Municipal Bureau had already left, and the courtyard was silent, as if there was no one there.

The rolling door of the police hall at the main entrance was closed, and Yang Shuhui led the two up to the second floor from the side stairs.Pushing open the office door, a policewoman inside was rummaging through the cabinets. When she turned around, Yan Ji was a little surprised.

The long, slightly curly hair was tied in a fluffy bun.The eyebrows are extremely delicately trimmed, and the thin tail is slightly drooping.Half liner, brown eye shadow, glossy red lips.The light blue uniform is loosely wrapped around the body, with two stripes and a star on the epaulets.

The female police officers of our party are all heroic and valiant women from the time they are about to retire to the time they have just joined the job.How can this be so, the eyes are full of lazy and bright, like a senior female agent of the Kuomintang, the kind who will not abandon the dark and turn to the bright.

Yang Shuhui raised the packing bag in his hand high and shouted: "Boss!"

Ying Zhao closed the cabinet door with a push of her fingertips: "Give me an introduction."

Yang Shuhui nodded vigorously: "Okay! Director. This is Yan Ji, the informant of the 7.26 case and his family members. He is also an outstanding citizen who assisted me in capturing Bao Fajun. This is, a witness at that time."

"Well, you make a note for her." Ying Zhao picked up the coffee cup on the table, walked to the door and signaled Yan Ji, "Sit next door?"

Yan Ji glanced at Yan Deng, nodded: "Okay."

In the small conference room, there are a few sofas scattered in a mess, a coffee table in the middle, and an old-fashioned chest of drawers by the window. There is a coffee pot and a few cans of soda on it in a very western style. Of course, instant noodles and ham sausage are indispensable.

"Call home to make sure you're safe. If there's no news overnight, the family must be in a hurry." Ying Zhao took out her mobile phone and handed it to Yan Ji, and walked over to open the window by herself.A few pots of green plants on the window sill are blooming with small flowers, which are beautiful and beautiful after being washed by the rain.

Yan Ji dialed her mother's phone number: "Mom, I'm at the Qiwushan Police Station. Well, there's something wrong, it's okay, don't worry, it's just a matter for the teacher to make a record. Well, I'll call you when I'm done."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Ji felt a little relieved.

Ying Zhao stood in front of the drawer with his back to Yan Ji making coffee: "What do you drink?"

"Don't bother."

"Is warm water okay? I hear your throat seems to be uncomfortable." Ying Zhao tore open a small paper bag and poured some powder into it quietly.

"Ok."

"Give."

Ying Zhao handed the glass to Yan Ji, found a single sofa to nestle in, covered her lips with the coffee cup and yawned like a lazy puppet cat.

Yan Ji handed the phone back: "Thank you, Director."

"Sit anywhere."

Yan Ji sat down on the sofa opposite Ying Zhao, with his back straight and his hands crossed on his lap.

Ying Zhao put down the coffee cup: "I'm not curious, how do I know you don't come home at night? There will be a fishy smell on your body after being exposed to the rain, and the environment is too bad now."

Yan Ji smiled and said, "Yes."

In the twilight of the morning sun, she squatted by the pond, washed her face and wiped her hands, and carefully cleaned the blood under her nails.After entering the town, he adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror in a public place, combed his hair with his fingers, tied the rubber band tightly, and finally pulled some hair on the right side to cover the scar on his forehead.

"It's not just the smell. There are fine ash from straw burning on the clothes, bruises on the elbows and arms, scratches on the palms, and strangle marks around the neck. The cartilage must be injured. It would be better to speak with breath. I I haven't found the medicine just now, I have to wait for Xia Yao to come. You have seen her." Ying Zhao drew a circle in front of her stomach, "Pregnant woman, a first-class national treasure of our police station."

Yan Ji couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence, and leaned over to pick up the glass on the table.

The warm and slightly sweet water moistened the mouth, causing a bit of pain as it flowed through the throat, and stirred some memory fragments.At the same time, Yan Ji's body, which was sitting upright, leaned slightly forward, and his shoulders naturally drooped.She glanced at Ying Zhao first, then put the glass back, lowered her head and pursed her lips.

This is a sign before telling.

Ying Zhao sat upright, took out a small square box from her pocket, and said in a professional and gentle tone, "Can I record?"

Yan Ji nodded: "Just follow your procedures. Director, you'd better send someone to the Yangfu sheep farm first, it may be dangerous, I'm not sure."

"Okay, can you describe the danger you encountered?"

Yan Ji stared at the water cup on the table and began to recall: "Because of the teacher's matter...the hospital said that the teacher's wound...in short, it may have been injured by some kind of animal with horns. The veterinary station chief Wang said that there are no horned cattle nearby. , and the Yanfu sheep farm has lost a lot of sheep recently, it may be infected with Brucella, probably it’s called this name, I don’t remember clearly, you can ask Yan Deng.”

Ying Zhao nodded: "Brucella, you remember right. Then, you went to the Yangfu sheep farm?"

"Well, Yan Deng and I went to the sheep farm. We drove very fast and got close to Qiwu Mountain. It was normal at first, there was only one old man, I'm not sure about his age. There may be others, but we Didn't see it. And a dog."

Ying Zhao listened carefully and never disturbed Yan Ji.

"We entered the warehouse, and we were ready to leave. But the hay pile suddenly collapsed and pressed me, I lay on the ground, and then... I was just a little surprised at that time." Yan Ji stopped, with a puzzled and uncertain expression on his face , "Then, I heard that old man calling for help, there is a ghost... I don't know if he is dead or not."

"and then?"

Yan Ji opened his mouth slightly, and made a very soft voice: "Something is stepping on me, on the haystack on my body, there is light, and I see a shadow...a pair of corners."

With the memory, the feeling of fear swept over, Yan Ji shivered involuntarily.

Ying Zhao got up slowly, took out a blanket from the cabinet next to her and handed it to Yan Ji: "Hui Han? You drink some hot water first, I'll go and see if Xia Yao is here."

Ying Zhao left the small conference room and walked straight to the end of the passage.Open the door and enter, it is a cramped monitoring room.Three monitor screens of different models, a wireless mouse, and a silent keyboard with a backlight form a crude monitoring console.

Yang Shuhui said that she was about to have a stomachache. Xia Yao, a policewoman who was taken away by the 120 ambulance, sat on the ergonomic seat donated by Yang Shuhui, pointed at Yang Shuhui on the screen and made a small report: "Director, you expect us, Mr. Yang, to ask What happened, I almost stunned and defected."

Ying Zhao took off Xia Yao's earphones and put them on: "Connect to Wu Qi."

Xia Yao quickly tapped the keyboard, and the screen in the middle switched to the perspective of a driving recorder. The car was driving on a straight path with luxuriant weeds on both sides, and occasionally birds flew up and down.Immediately, a small screen appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, facing Old Wu's unshaven face.

Ying Zhao: "Wu Qi, stop the car."

Old Wu responded and reported: "Yes. Director, I am 4.2 kilometers away from the destination, and I expect to arrive at the designated place in 8 minutes."

Instructions should be issued: "Estimated Class Z Level [-] hazard, use drones."

Old Wu was startled, and looked up at the camera: "Director, do you want to report to the Municipal Bureau? Our drone is a high-end toy, and it can fly for 10 minutes at most."

"It's up to you to investigate the scene. Xia Yao will keep in touch with you." After Ying Zhao finished speaking, she put the headset back on for Xia Yao, "Baby, where's the medicine?"

However, Xia Yao grabbed her by the hem of her clothes and pulled the notebook on the intranet: "Director, what Yan Ji said may not be true. I found out that she had applied for a student fund, and the community issued a poverty certificate saying that other Mother Zhao Yunhe raised her daughter alone, and her family was poor due to illness. And Yan Ji’s name was registered in her college psychological counseling appointment form. I suspect that she is suffering from serious mental illness.”

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