critical

The next day, noon.

Policeman Yang Xiaofu from the Xiwushan Police Station was waiting for someone under the iron tower.

It rained heavily last night, and the woman's corpse hanging upside down from the iron tower was sent to the forensic office of the Municipal Bureau for autopsy in time, but the on-site investigation was forced to be delayed.After a night of heavy rain, I don't know how many clues can be left.

The scorching sun hangs high in July, and it has only been more than half an hour, and the water on the asphalt road has evaporated.

Yang Shuhui was so roasted that he saw Bian Peng, the captain of the criminal investigation team, leading his men, and Jing Yuan, the trace technical policeman from the forensic department, and shouted, "Bian Chu."

The level of the captain of the county-level criminal police is usually a deputy or a major, but it is always right to call it higher.Of course, the homonym of "side team" sounds a bit funny.Furthermore, because of the 3.15 case in the first half of the year, Bian Peng gained a lot of limelight, and the seat of the deputy team of the Municipal Criminal Police Detachment had been vacant for a long time.

Bian Peng's face was full of smiles, his cheekbones were piled up, and his eyes were almost invisible: "Xiao Yang, you have worked hard. Jing Yuan, hurry up."

Trace technology policeman Jing Yuan, nicknamed poet.

He was standing on the ridge with a big bag of food, looking at the rickety cornfield hit by the heavy rain, he couldn't help but feel a headache, then looked at the iron tower and the large and small plastic sheets on the ground, and reluctantly nodded.

Jing Yuan put the bag away, opened the zipper, and began to "do it" in his mouth - "There is no shortcut to the trace inspection, the on-site inspection will keep an eye on it, and the clues will catch the clues. It is up to you to plead guilty."

After the heavy rain, the iron tower of the base station is clean and spotless, but the fingerprints are the imprints left by the secretion of the sweat glands of the fingers, in addition to the sweat and oil on the body surface.On the back of a rolled angle steel horizontal column of the iron tower, Jing Yuan extracted two incomplete fingerprints and tiger's mouth marks.

Seeing that Yang Shuhui was very interested, Bian Peng told him about the case: "Yesterday, the identity of the deceased has been identified. His name is Qian Hong, 45 years old, and a villager in Guanqiao Village. Does Guanqiao Village belong to your police station..."

Before he finished speaking, Bian Peng's cell phone rang.

When Bian Peng saw that it was the phone number from the forensic office, he quickly connected it: "Old Hu, well, you said... oh, so... well, hard work, hard work."

Bian Peng looked relieved and coughed: "Everyone, come here and announce the good news. The forensic room has come up with the results. The cause of death of the deceased was that the head hit the steel plate, resulting in craniocerebral injury and brain dysfunction. It is ruled out that it was caused by man-made blows. Shut up the team."

Yang Shuhui was taken aback: "Then what about those injuries?"

Bian Peng smiled and said, "A dog bit you."

"Ah?" Yang Shuhui's eyes were rounded, his eyebrows were raised, and a strange expression of disbelief appeared on his face. He raised his neck and glanced at the iron tower of the base station, which was at least 30 meters high.

Dog bite?

Bian Peng looked at his expression, and said earnestly: "Xiao Yang, I know that you young people want to do big things, but our country's funds for handling cases and police force can't be wasted casually."

In the yamen, one more thing is worse than one less thing, and one less thing is worse than nothing.

Bian Peng stuffed his mobile phone into his trouser pocket and saw Young Master Yang making a donkey face. He was immediately upset, but he didn't get angry when he thought of his father, so he greeted his subordinates and walked back.

The iron tower of the base station is built in the field, and it takes five or six minutes to walk along the muddy field ridge to reach the concrete country road.This country road can only allow one car to pass through, and there is no way to turn around when driving in.It takes about ten minutes to walk from the small road to the Airport Avenue.Bian Peng's subordinates called a patrol motorcycle over and were waiting for him by the side of the road.

Yang Shuhui cursed secretly.

Bian Peng got on the motorcycle, turned to Yang Shuhui and said, "Xiao Yang, wait here, I will ask him to come back to pick you up later."

Yang Shuhui grudgingly braced himself to cope: "No, no, my dad always taught me that young people should be diligent. Bye bye."

Bian Peng began to educate again: "Well, what Lao Yang said is right. You go back and ask the family members to take the body away immediately. Follow the procedures to prove these basics. Did your director teach you? Hey, why didn't I see you guys? Director? You have a big shelf."

"No, no, our director has a back injury and went to the province to see a doctor." Hearing Peng mentioning his director, Yang Shuhui hurriedly squeezed out a bright smile, "Well, Lao Wu rained all night to protect the site yesterday, and he had a high fever in the morning. He refused to go to the hospital for life and death, and now he is on an IV drip in the hospital."

Bian Peng waved his hand: "Oh. Take the corpse away as soon as possible. By the way, pay attention to the emotions of the family members of the deceased. Next month, the Municipal People's Congress will report on the political situation. Don't make any mistakes."

"I know, I know, rest assured."

Yang Shuhui stood by the side of the road with a fake smile on his face, waving his hands like chasing flies.When the patrol motorcycle was gone, Yang Shuhui took out his mobile phone and started complaining to Old Wu.

"Let me tell you, Old Wu, Bian Peng is really not a thing! Dare to say that our director is arrogant, and he doesn't even think about who solved the 3.12 case! It's just the ability to grab credit. The medical city case has never been successful. It’s broken, even if the director scolded him like a dog, he didn’t dare to look for our director. Pooh! I braved so much rain yesterday to protect the site, and covered so much plastic sheeting!”

Old Wu was lying on the recliner, carrying water with one hand and flipping through files with the other.His body was covered with a coral fleece blanket, and the vertical air conditioner opposite him was whistling.

Listening to Yang Shuhui's complaints, he dragged out the tune: "Take it lightly, he is the captain, the captain."

Yang Shuhui took a sip: "Why did Qian Hongyi, a rural woman, commit suicide by climbing the iron tower? Don't drink pesticides, don't jump into the river, can't you just hang yourself at home? If you want to make trouble, it should be at the gate of the village branch or the town government. Running in the barren fields with support. There is also Zhang Gongyu, who was going to the airport by himself, why did he get off the car halfway? How did he get injured? Was he also bitten by a dog?"

Yang Shuhui was a chatterbox, and when he spoke, it was like turning on the water, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't finish speaking.

Old Wu still said in a weak tone: "How do I know, but something is wrong."

Yang Shuhui's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Really?"

Old Wu drooped his eyelids: "Who knows if it's true or not. The case is closed. It's useless to think about it. Who cares what you think." He babbled in a low voice, not sure if he was talking to Yang Shuhui or himself.

"Wait a minute, Old Wu." Yang Shuhui got into his red Cadillac, and closed the car door with a bang, "What did you say? When the Bluetooth was connected, the sound exploded. I didn't hear it clearly."

Old Wu didn't intend to say any more: "It's nothing, our Communist Party members don't say things without evidence."

Yang Shuhui was anxious: "Are you interested?"

Before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of the traces of the Municipal Bureau's technical police officer Jing Yuan running towards him, and waved his hands vigorously.Yang Shuhui cursed secretly: "Damn, you don't want to rub my car."

Old Wu asked if it was Xing Yuan, and said with a smile: "A poet? He has two brushes. Don't you keep talking about 3.12, he did his best."

Hearing this, Yang Shuhui pushed the door and got out of the car, and greeted with a smile: "Section Chief Jing, shall I take you home?"

Jing Yuan hugged his bag of food, gasped and couldn't straighten up: "No need, huh, no need, you and I are in the opposite direction, there is no need to look closer and further away."

Jing Yuan gasped and spoke politely, but Yang Shuhui didn't understand what he said at all.Jing Yuan got used to other people's bewildered expressions, raised his hand and threw two evidence bags over, then turned and walked towards the bus.

Yan Ji was withdrawing money when he received Yang Shuhui's call.

After asking clearly that the so-called thing to claim was a broken mobile phone that could not be turned on, Yan Ji thanked him politely, and politely waited for the other party to hang up the phone.

The cash machine spit out a wad of money with a "crash".

Yan Ji picked up the money, put it in an envelope, pushed the door open and left.The heat wave hits like a tide, and the sun shines on the face, making people unable to open their eyes.

A milk tea shop opened across the street, with flower baskets at the door, let the sun bake, there was a rotten smell, and two strings of electronic firecrackers crackled and crackled, making people upset.

The criminal police team withdrew, and the hospital called for payment of medical expenses.Only then did Yan Ji understand that the good things Zhao Xiaobing said were really good things.

Yan Ji squeezed the money in the envelope, stacking it thickly: The 2 yuan I borrowed from my mother is enough to last for a week or two.I'll go to the police station in a while. If it's the teacher's phone, I should be able to contact her father.Blame me for not contacting the teacher for a long time, and now I feel like a fly without a head.

Thinking about it all the way, Yan Ji raised his head and found that he was pushing a bicycle to the hospital.

Laughing at himself, Yan Ji locked the car and walked to the payment office of the inpatient department.The doctor rests at noon, and the charging window is relatively quiet, with only a few sporadic people queuing up.

Not long after, it was Yan Ji's turn. She handed in 2 yuan through the small window. The toll collector nodded and turned to her and said, "Hello, there is still a shortfall of [-] yuan and [-] cents."

Yan Ji was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "What?"

The toll collector approached the microphone: "Hello, your bill still owes 2349.8 yuan."

Yan Ji couldn't believe it, the teacher was admitted to the hospital last night, and he spent 24 in less than [-] hours?

The toll collector looked at Yan Ji expressionlessly: "Cash or credit card?"

Yan Ji was at a loss for a while, she wanted to ask about the details of these expenses, but the aunt in the floral shirt who lined up behind urged: "Hurry up."

The toll collector mechanically asked again: "Hello, cash or credit card?"

Yan Ji's scalp was numb, he picked up his phone and asked, "Wait a minute, let me take a look..."

Before he finished speaking, a man in a suit walked by and handed a Bank of Communications World Card to the toll collector: "Swipe the card."

The aunt in the floral shirt behind was anxious: "Why did you jump in line? How shameless you are as an adult."

The man in the suit turned his head. He was nearly fifty years old, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose and thin lips.Wearing suits and leather shoes in the hot summer, from hair to leather shoes, you can't fault it.He looked condescendingly at the aunt, and then bowed slightly.

The aunt in the floral shirt blushed and straightened the pearl necklace on her chest.

Before Yan Ji could understand the situation, the cashier had already finished swiping the card quickly, and the printer clicked out a stack of payment slips.

"Wait a moment……"

The man in the suit raised his hand to invite, motioned for Yan Ji to walk, and said, "Miss Yan, you're welcome. I just talked to Professor Zhang's attending doctor. Professor Zhang lost a lot of blood and used a lot of blood products. The cost is no problem. Viruses and antifungal drugs are expensive, not to mention various testing tests, ICU central monitoring system and high-end monitors.”

Yan Ji nodded slightly, she believed that the hospital did not charge randomly.

Before Yan Ji could ask, the man in the suit stopped and stretched out his hand to her: "Just to meet you, Jing Xing, President Yan's housekeeper."

Yan Ji was taken aback for a moment, a little inexplicably: "Mr. Yan?"

Jing Xing smiled reservedly, and introduced quite proudly: "Mr. Yan learned about Professor Zhang's accident, and wanted to come here in person, but the leaders of the medical city went to the hotel to wait early, and Mr. Yan's hospitality was hard to refuse."

"You Mr. Yan, are you a friend of the teacher?" Before he finished speaking, Yan Ji realized that he was rude, and quickly raised his hand.

Jing Xingshou: "Mr. Yan's return to China to attend the medical conference was just a matter of chance. The main reason was that he was invited by Professor Zhang. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. I can only say that there are too many coincidences and accidents in the world."

After finishing speaking, he paused: "Miss Yan doesn't know Mr. Yan? You met last night."

The author has something to say: Everyone is very excited to see Lao Zhang~

"Critical" is the second part of the Mountain and Sea Trilogy. The time is set after "A Closer Look", and finally the third part "Ambers".

Don't worry if you haven't read it, "Critical" has its own story, which won't affect your reading.

If you have seen the previous work, congratulations, you will get the surprise of "Double Eleven red envelope won 0.5 yuan" somewhere (^▽^)

The three parts have different emphases. I am eager to try various themes and bring you colorful excitement.

感谢在2019-11-2619:57:51~2019-11-2714:56:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Wan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：可爱的小淮河20瓶；ara141210瓶；ddd1234ddd5瓶；洛师1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!