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Yan Ji dreamed of dustpans, dust, sunlight, sycamore leaves outside the window, noisy classrooms and noisy junior high school students.

I woke up suddenly, white walls, blackboards, tables and chairs, and the tables were filled with thick textbooks for the first grade of junior high school.

It was a dream.

She dreamed that when she grew up, she met a lot of strange people and experienced a lot of strange things, like the park path after the rain, the petals and mud mixed together, and the scenery in the photo was no longer there.

Young Yan Ji rubbed his eyes with lingering fear.

After the cleaning, there was no one in the classroom, the stools were turned upside down on the table, and there were sloppy water stains on the mopped floor, slightly damp, messy, and frizzy.

Behind him came the sound of chalk scraping across the blackboard—"Dah—chuck..."

The sound was continuous and unrecognizable, the creaking and squeaking made the ears uncomfortable, Yan Ji was so disturbed, his anger reached the sky, he lifted his foot on the table, and the iron legs of the desk slid across the ground and made a sharp sound, scaring the voices behind him. cut it off.

Yan Ji put his hands in the loose pockets of his school uniform sweatpants, turned around and tilted his head: "It's so noisy, why are you the only one left?"

Yan Deng, who was drawing the blackboard newspaper, stepped on the stool, leaning on the blackboard and turning his head carefully.She looks smaller than her peers, like a lotus root bud wrapped in a short-sleeved school uniform and blue bloated sweatpants, jade white and slender, tender and crisp.

It breaks as soon as it is folded, and it looks like a bully.

Young Yan Ji is like a single bamboo under the sun.When Shanzhu was young, he was covered with white wax and covered with small bristles, like Yan Ji, 13 years old, with short, patchy hair and impatient face: "I'm asking you, how long will it take? To lock the door..."

Yan Ji's scolding stopped completely, her eyes were attracted by the blackboard drawing, Yan Jin Liugu's writing on the blackboard and the vivid chalk drawing made her amazed, the impatience and anger in her heart dissipated immediately.

Yan Ji praised without hesitation: "You drew it? It's amazing! Are you planning to take the art student exam? How many years have you studied? This hand is so handsome."

The ensuing questions made Yan Deng overwhelmed, and the straightforward praise made Yan Deng feel overwhelmed. She had not started her junior high school career yet, and she already found it difficult to deal with it.The new classmate has a look as bright as the summer sun, and he smiles recklessly and flamboyantly, like a reckless little dragon.

Yan Ji took half a step back, propped his hands on the table and jumped onto the desk, the brass key around his neck flickered: "Why don't you speak? My name is Yan Ji, what's your name?"

Under Yan Jijiong's radiant eyes, Yan Deng hesitated for a while: "...Yan Deng."

Yan Ji smiled happily: "Our names are very similar. You are not from No. [-] Middle School, right? I was directly promoted from No. [-] High School Headquarters, and I have never met you before. Which school are you from?"

The young Yan Deng was a man of few words and often seemed empty and dull. He always pondered for a long time about other people's questions: "Well, I, I am...Xianxia, ​​elementary school."

Yan Ji opened his eyes wide: "No way, there is someone as good as you in Xianxia Primary School. That's right, Xianxia is very good to be admitted to No. [-] High School. How did you rank in this time?"

Yan Deng nodded slightly.

Yan Ji smiled, the summer wind brushed the sunlight on the leaves of the sycamore tree, and entangled her lips: "Why are you so stupid, I asked you what your number is, why are you nodding your head?"

A thin layer of red appeared on Yan Deng's face, and she lowered her head in bewilderment. After a while, she took a quick look at Yan Ji, and drew a short horizontal line on the blackboard with the chalk in her hand.

Yan Ji didn't look at the blackboard, the look that Yan Deng just looked over echoed in her mind.Those eyes, dimly lit against the light, dimly backlit, black and white like chess pieces, could look right into her heart at a glance.

"—!"

Yan Ji sat up suddenly, the blanket slipped off her body.The small conference room of the Qiwushan Police Station was quiet and dark, and the night outside the window was thick, and the green plants on the window sill were still full of flowers, but the colorful colors could not be seen in the cold moonlight.

Eleven, who was lying on the sofa next door, pulled out his earphones: "Oh, you're awake."

There seemed to be a lot of people in the yard of the police station outside, who were arguing for some reason, which made Yan Ji dizzy and want to vomit.She bent down to pick up the thin blanket, and tried to stand up with her hands on the arm of the sofa.

Seeing her fall back on the sofa on Shishi, she was very disgusted: "Just take a rest, you, you have slept for more than ten hours with your physical fitness, what else do you want to do?"

Yan Ji's throat was so dry that he pointed to the old-fashioned chest of drawers.Only then did Eleven realize it belatedly, and quickly took a bottle of soda and handed it to Yan Ji.

At this moment, Yan Ji's hands and feet were weak, and he said helplessly in a hoarse voice: "...Excuse me, open it."

Eleven laughed awkwardly, and unscrewed the bottle cap with a "click".

Yan Ji drank half a bottle of water in a small sip, and calmed down a little: "Thank you."

Eleven put his hands on his shoulders and raised his legs: "Thank you?"

"Tell me." Yan Ji waited with his ear bent.

Eleven tilted his head: "Let me think about it, and write it down first."

"Okay." Yan Ji looked around the room, did not see the clock and saw the darkness outside, so he asked, "What time is it, why didn't you leave?"

Yan Ji asked casually, causing Shi to keep rolling his eyes: "I'm a tool man, and I want to throw it away when I'm done using it. If it wasn't for our holiday, I wouldn't bother to talk to you. Let me tell you, you will pay me three tickets for running a red light." Disappeared."

Yan Ji thought for a while, and came up with a serious plan: "I don't have the ability to clear the ticket. After a few days, I go to the traffic police hall, and then I can pay the fine directly at the machine and use my driver's license to deduct points. This will not affect you. do you think it's OK?"

Eleven waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to talk to you. Tell me, what's going on this time? Why did you get mixed up with these little cops?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Shuhui's little policeman opened the door and came in.

Eleven and Yang Shuhui stared and rolled their eyes.

Yan Ji stood up and shouted: "Brother Yang."

Yang Shuhui hurriedly said: "You sit down, and I'll see if you're awake. By the way, there's a call to the landline of the police station looking for you. Do you want to call back?"

Yan Ji nodded: "Who is looking for me?"

Yang Shuhui smiled wickedly: "Then I have to ask you. She said she was looking for Yan Ji, and I asked if you belonged to her...she told me, family."

dependents?

Yan Ji pursed his lips to hold back his smile: "Oh, maybe, maybe it's my relative. Brother Yang, is my phone put away as evidence?"

"My old mobile phone, the card is replaced for you." Yang Shuhui handed her the mobile phone in his hand, turned to drive away Eleven, "Xiaoyan is awake, you can go. Remember, keep the mobile phone in communication, we will contact you at any time you."

Eleven and Yang Shuhui were very at odds with each other. They looked too lazy to talk to you, and waved their hands at Yan Ji: "No need to send them off, you should have a good rest, and I will talk to you later."

Yang Shuhui was very wary of Eleven, a social unrest who was extremely uncooperative in taking notes: "Xiaoyan, I'll send her off."

Yan Ji didn't insist either, just got up and watched the two go out.

The door of the small meeting room was gently closed, and Yan Ji sat back on the sofa, wondering if calling so late would disturb Yan Deng's rest.

She was sure that the caller must be Yan Deng.

With this thought, the heart overflows with sweetness, like teeth biting into wine chocolate, before the tip of the tongue touches it, one is already slightly drunk.

"Beep...beep..."

The phone rang twice and was connected, Yan Ji suddenly became nervous.

There was a moment of silence in the microphone, until Yan Deng's soft voice sounded: "Yan Ji."

Yan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, and the smile spread into her eyes, blooming roses and lighting up the stars: "Yes." Her voice was soft: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yan Deng hesitated, looking out the window, the stars in the distant sky glowed with a cold and solemn light, that was the beauty of hundreds of millions of light years, and when they approached, they were just cold or hot pitted stones.

"Work."

Yan Deng's tone was calm with a hint of impatience, but Yan Ji pretended not to hear: "You are not short of money, don't work so hard, your health comes first."

Yan Deng was very indifferent: "Capitalists are vampires, suitable for working at night."

Yan Ji grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms: "It seems that you have smoked a lot after you came back, and your complexion is much better than the first time I saw you. Keep it up."

Yan Deng raised the corners of his lips: "It's too far away, the villa doesn't even have a garden."

"Why do you remember this?" Yan Ji laughed, his eyes became clearer, "That Mr. Di has been arrested, and his garden villa is estimated to be auctioned."

Yan Deng thought to himself, then I feel more relieved.She stopped talking, and forced Yan Ji to say good night with a cold and hard attitude. Hearing the continuous beeping from the loudspeaker, the annoying person panicked.

Hazy love is like the floating light in the water, elusive, truly elusive.Knowing clearly that it is fake, and hopelessly indulging in the beauty of dreams.While losing my mind, I don't believe in my intuition, I'm thinking obsessively, and I'm guessing wildly...

Yan Ji covered his face, forbidding himself to think about this matter again.

Yang Shuhui pushed open the door with a box of lunch: "Xiaoyan, the supper is here. Hey, what are you doing?"

Yan Ji hurriedly rubbed his face to cover up: "No, I just didn't expect to sleep for so long."

Yang Shuhui distributed two large boxes of takeaway on the small table: "It's okay, you only slept for three hours after you came back from the hospital."

Yan Ji was stunned: "Hospital?"

Yang Shuhui just opened the takeaway without raising his head: "You can't remember? You woke up twice in the hospital. Fortunately, we came back. The director and Wu Qi are interrogating that surnamed Di. How can we deal with those lawyers?" Reporter. Gao Zeyu, that bum, knows how to make small reports to Bian Peng, isn’t he just a deputy director, and our director doesn’t like it.”

Yan Ji was a little dizzy: "How is it now?"

Yang Shuhui stuffed french fries into his mouth: "In the interrogation, the dead duck has a hard mouth, 'no comment', 'no comment', 'no comment', I think he is reincarnated from a repeater."

"But it's coming soon. It's been more than ten hours." Yang Shuhui said OK and pointed to the ceiling.

The small building of the Qiwushan Police Station has two floors, and a certain leader built a dovecote on it, which was left unused for many years and was turned into an interrogation room by Ying Zhao.

In the dim and cramped interrogation room, the glaring light of the desk lamp was aimed at the foreign suspect. After 11 hours of surprise interrogation, a trace of fatigue finally appeared on Mr. Di's face, and his sunken eyes blinked a few times due to dryness.

Ying Zhao, who had been acting as the deputy judge, suddenly put down the documents in his hand, leaned back slowly in the chair, and slightly curled his red lips, "I'm curious as to what kind of woman you want with your status. Is it exciting to play with this picture? It can't get hard normally."

Mr. Di sneered: "Start a psychological offensive and defensive battle?"

Wu Qi, who had a dry mouth and tongue and sore cheeks, was shocked. Once this kind of stubborn suspect accepted the trick, it would be the beginning of a breakthrough.

Ying Zhao shrugged his shoulders, got up and went to the tripod next to him, and pressed his fingertips on the switch of the synchronous video recorder: "You should be very clear about how Persia fell. no."

Seeing Ying Zhao turn off the video recorder with a gentle press, Mr. Di showed disdain: "What do you want to do?"

"Our Chinese law stipulates that the continuous summons shall not exceed 12 hours, and under special circumstances, it shall not exceed 24 hours." Ying Zhao turned his face to Mr. Di, "You have been paying attention to my watch, and you must be very clear about this regulation."

Wu Qi answered at the right time: "Your lawyer has already come to make a fuss, and even brought a reporter with you. You are a foreigner, and our government will lose face if this incident becomes serious."

Mr. Di said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

Wu Qi took out a transparent plastic folded square from under the seat board, and Ying Zhao took it and shook it with his hand. It was a big plastic bag.

Mr. Di's yellow-green pupils dilated, and he grabbed the armrest with both hands: "What are you doing!"

Ying Zhao raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, her red lips glowed charmingly under the light, her slender and delicate eyebrows were frivolous and bright, and a few strands of soft hair hung down from her bun, which was incompatible with the word "Chinese Public Security" on the armband.

"You and I know that there are no clues that cannot be found by criminal investigation technology. It's just a matter of time. As you expected, I really don't have time." Ying Zhao came behind Mr. Di and suddenly put a plastic bag on his head .

Mr. Di was startled, and then struggled frantically on the chair, his handcuffs and anklets rattled, his head shook, his neck twisted and he opened his mouth trying to bite the plastic bag, his whole body convulsed and twisted like an electric shock.

Wu Qi's throat tightened.

As you let go, air pours into the plastic bag.

Mr. Di blushed and breathed heavily, the plastic bag shrank and shrank, sometimes sticking to his face, sometimes swelling up.

Only five seconds later, Ying Zhao stretched out his hand to Mr. Di's neck again.

"I'll tell you!" Mr. Di suddenly yelled, and then he said fiercely, "I want to see Yan Ji, I just tell her, I don't accept other conditions!"

In the small conference room on the second floor of the small building of the Xiwushan Police Station, Yang Shuhui was eating so much that his hands were greasy, and he didn't even have time to wipe Wu Qi's phone.

Wu Qi's hoarse voice came from the phone: "Let Yan Ji come up."

Yang Shuhui's original intention was to let him take over the interrogation, but he couldn't help being disappointed when he heard that, he turned his head and greeted Yan Ji to go up, but Yan Ji shook his head slightly and asked for the mobile phone from him.

Under Yang Shuhui's puzzled gaze, Yan Ji walked out of the small conference room with his mobile phone.The corridor was quiet, there were insects chirping in the yard, Yan Ji's voice was flat: "Director Ying, I have a few questions for you."

Ying Zhao raised her eyebrows slightly: "Yan Ji, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Yan Ji's shadow was elongated by the moonlight, and the top of his head almost touched the stairs: "When did the director know that Mr. Di escaped? And when did he know that he went to the dog farm?"

"Yan Ji." Ying Zhao shrugged with one shoulder, raised his hand to brush his hair, "People always have to pay the price for their actions, I do it, and you do it too."

Hearing Ying Zhao's confession in disguise, Yan Ji heard the roar of the explosion, and a mountain in his heart quietly collapsed, quickly melting and sinking into the swamp.

Her face was surprisingly calm: "Since Director Ying didn't really want me to work at the police station, I'm ashamed to stay so brazen."

Speaking of this, Yan Ji pursed his lips tightly, the unexpected came unexpectedly, and the grievance in his heart was tightly stuck in his throat.Even so, she was still shy and looked down at the ground: "I want 1 yuan."

The calm expression on Ying Zhao's face froze for a moment, and there was an inexplicable touch in his heart: "Okay."

When Mr. Di saw Yan Ji walk into the interrogation room, his elegant and calm expression broke instantly. He suppressed his excitement so much that his exotic face with thick eyebrows, deep eyes and high nose bridge was slightly deformed, which fit the mainstream aesthetics.

Yan Ji once again felt aggressive emotions, like bullets and nets.She walked to the table, opened the chair and sat down: "Speak."

Mr. Di smiled, his bloodshot eyes looked ferocious.

Ying Zhao signaled Wu Qi to go out together.Although the pressure from all sides was insignificant, she didn't want to bother the old leader all the time.

What is lacking now is time. The current evidence can at most detain Mr. Di for security reasons. With his financial resources and contacts, he can be released on bail in minutes.As long as he voluntarily pleads guilty and is placed in administrative detention in a detention center, there will be plenty of time to figure it out.

In the interrogation room, Mr. Di's deep yellow-green eyes stared straight at Yan Ji: "You must know that you walked into my garden last night. For the first time in my long life, I felt tranquility. The god who tortured me day and night And the devil who tempts day and night, smiled peacefully, like a child waiting for a cake."

Goosebumps formed on Yan Ji's arms, and his chest was almost nauseated: "Mr. Di, for confession, I want to hear your own story even more."

"I'd be happy to hear it, if you want." Mr. Di stroked his short, well-trimmed beard. "I'm a natural hunter in this city. Countless Chinese women love me. Occasionally I go hunting, Catch those proud and cunning little prey."

Yan Ji glanced at the recorder on the table and suppressed his anger: "So you force minors to have sex?"

Mr. Di's naked eyes lingered on Yan Ji's face: "It can't be said to be forced. And in my code, nine years old is ripe for picking. A nine-year-old girl is as delicious and charming as a pomegranate hookah."

Yan Ji's eyes moved down. On the A4 information paper on the table was a notice about the flood control issued yesterday. There were two fingernail marks on the paper, "July 7" and "Yueta Village".

These contents obviously have nothing to do with the case, but should be left in a hurry to hint at the key points of the interrogation—time and place.

Yan Ji glanced across the paper and landed on Mr. Di's face.She didn't dare to resist, but quietly felt the suspect's dissipated emotions: "Pomegranate shisha? It sounds very sweet and thirst-quenching. Where do you enjoy them, hotel? At home? Xingweiyuan villa? Well, it should be opened separately. Go out and enjoy delicious food."

Mr. Di smiled wildly and silently: "Yes, yes, it is so beautiful and pure, it must be crushed to squeeze out the golden liquid..."

As Mr. Di uttered trembling and disgusting words in his mellow voice, pride, madness, confusion, possession, destruction, fraud, all kinds of strong and stimulating emotions stabbed at Yan Ji like swords and axes.

She was dizzy, and Mr. Di in front of her was on the ceiling for a while, embedded in the wall for a while, and his voice sounded behind her again.

Yan Ji bit the tip of his tongue and slammed his fist on the table: "Say! Where are they?"

The interrupted Mr. Di was in a trance, Yan Ji stood up with his hands on the table, leaned forward to condescendingly examine, his elegant and gentle eyebrows were sharp at this moment.Without sharp arrows, a tight bow is enough to intimidate bandits: "Where is your spoils?"

"...In the lotus pond in front of Qian Hong's house."

Yan Ji walked out of the interrogation room, the sky turned up a touch of fish belly white, and rubbed on Zhaoxia rouge powder.

Yang Shuhui went to pick up the pumping truck, Wu Qi went to borrow the excavator, Xia Yao and Gao Zeyu hadn't come to work, and the Qiwushan Police Station should take a man leaning on the railing to smoke.

During Yan Ji's interrogation, she had already arranged everything in an orderly manner, ran two ATM machines, and 1 yuan was already bagged and ready.

"Do you want to think about it again?" Ying Zhao blew out a smoke ring, and handed the envelope containing the money to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji's mouth was so dry that he really didn't want to speak, so he shook his head lightly: "No."

"actually……"

"Director Ying, do you care about the principle of avoidance? If you care, you won't let me come to work at the police station. Yes, you didn't want me to come at all. The key chain at most shows that Mr. Di has been to the scene of the crime. Conviction. I even suspect that you know that Officer Yang will take me to Xiaoliu Hotel, from there to the dog farm is a road, and there will be no delay at all."

Ying Zhao turned his head to look at the horizon and smiled: "I seem to have been unable to recover anything."

Yan Ji's throat was hoarse: "...I know, in fact, nothing will happen if I don't ask Eleven to save the scene. I mentioned Mr. Di in the hospital, and you immediately took out the information. There are only a few people in the police station, Yang Ge and Angkor Busy handover, sister Xia Yao can't leave, Gao Zeyu, don't worry about it."

Here Yan Ji shook his head lightly, and sighed: "Did you ask Gao Zeyu to wait for the appraisal on purpose? You said that a person like Mr. Di must have some contacts. Gao Zeyu's passive sabotage should give him time, you know So who is going to investigate Mr. Di? Who finds out that he has escaped? Who is sure that he went to the dog farm?"

Ying Zhao clapped his hands: "Yan Ji, you are really sensitive and smart. That kid detective has always had his eyes on the top of his head, and he is very interested in you."

Yan Ji didn't care much: "Boss Ying, I'm leaving."

Ying Zhao raised her eyebrows: "Don't you even want to say goodbye?"

Seeing Yan Ji's embarrassment, a little at a loss, Director Ying finally smiled, leaned on the railing and flicked cigarette ash: "I have a portfolio on my desk, you can read it after a good sleep."

Yan Ji nodded and reincarnated and left, walked a few steps and turned his head, hesitant to speak, and then remonstrated: "Director Ying... Smoking is harmful to the body."

After speaking, leave quickly.

With the file folder and 1 yuan in his pocket, Yan Ji, who was mentally and physically exhausted, ate a bowl of fish soup wonton opposite the police station.

Standing on the side of the road and thinking for a while, Yan Ji decided to take an express car to go back, because the case is not yet over, maybe the bus wobbled and just arrived home, and the police station called to summon him.

The suburbs are remote, and it takes an extra ten yuan to get a car, which is several kilometers away.

Standing on the side of the road with nothing to do, Yan Ji subconsciously rubbed the texture of the file bag with his fingertips, opened it curiously, took out two A4 papers inside, and smiled.

Director Ying really asked someone to investigate me.

As the paper was pulled out again, Yan Ji's smile froze on his face——

【Yan Ji】

Original name: Yan Ji

……

Yan Ji pulled out his own files with a "swish" and didn't have time to read any more. He just glanced at a line and then froze. He moved his face to the paper in disbelief, and carefully read that line of words over and over again. Do it a dozen times.

Yan Ji didn't wake up until the Didi driver honked his horn.Seeing her haggard face, the driver asked worriedly, "Girl, are you going to Zhengguang Xincun No. [-] Building?"

Yan Ji was startled and said anxiously: "Pengxin Liyuan."

The driver nodded: "Oh, then you can change it..."

Yan Ji shook his head: "No, let's go to Zhengguang New Village."

The driver wondered: "Girl, please give me a letter."

Yan Ji stared at the file in her hand. It clearly said in black and white that "the DNA test has no blood relationship with Zhao Yunhe". Glory to the new village."

It is better to live than to support.

Is the kindness of nurturing for more than [-] years not as good as that little blood relationship?Looking at the other content, it was no different from the life experience he knew. Yan Ji was instantly relieved, and put the paper back into the file bag, ready to take it back and burn it.

Downstairs in Building [-] of Zhengguang New Village, Yan Ji thanked the driver, paid the fee immediately, and ran upstairs quickly.All she wants now is to take a shower and get some sleep.

Opening the door and entering the room, Yan Ji was keenly aware that there was someone in the house, she seemed to be startled, then a small smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she walked into the living room lightly.

Zhao Yunhe sat on the sofa in the living room.