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After coming out of Wang's house, Jiang Xun seemed a little absent-minded, no matter what Song Yuzhi said, he would answer without saying a word, and what he said was wrong, obviously he was still worried about Lao Liang.

Before leaving, he asked Father Wang for the account information, and wanted to investigate the identity of the person pretending to be Lao Liang, but the other party had been cautious for so many years and did not let him find out the existence of such a person. The possibility of finding out the identity was very real not big.

In contrast to this complicated and confusing case, Lao Liang can be sure that the person who left the blood and changed the clothes for the deceased Wang Wanying is Lan Youyou, that is, today's Lan Shan, which means that she knows the real murderer of Wang Wanying, and the purpose of doing so is very likely He wanted to identify the murderer and seek justice for his good friend.

But there was still a doubtful point that he couldn't figure out. He took out the photos of the scene and looked at them repeatedly, always feeling that some important details seemed to be overlooked.

"There is something wrong with the deceased's attire." Song Yuzhi said.

Jiang Xun raised his eyes and looked at him, "What do you say?"

"It was winter when the case happened, and there was still snow in the grass near the scene. At least three layers of trousers had to be worn to keep warm. After the incident, the dead body was exposed to the outside, and the low temperature would accelerate the stiffness of the body. I think It is not so easy to take off the deceased's underwear. Under such circumstances, how could Lan Shan, who was only a teenager at the time, with very limited physical strength, change into underwear with semen spots on the deceased? Not to mention the significance of the act itself Not very big either."

"My understanding is that Wang Wanying had been sexually assaulted before, and Lan Shan knew about it and wanted to expose it... No!" Jiang Xun flipped through Wu Guangping's notes and read the case from beginning to end, suddenly feeling a little worried. Surprised, "Did you think of a question, Lan Ling!"

"Yeah, his household registration was faked, his real age is 14 years old, and 14 years ago, his 'mother' Lan Shan was still in junior high school, it is unlikely that he and Lan Shan have a mother-child relationship, and I still remember you Guess at the beginning." Song Yuzhi paused, looking straight into Jiang Xun's eyes, "You suspect that his real household registration is not under Lan Shan's name."

Jiang Xun patted his forehead, "It's careless. We didn't find out Lan Shan's real identity from the beginning to the end. Without knowing her exact age, it is difficult to deduce the relationship between her and Lan Ling. I didn't think of this at the time, naturally. I haven't done a paternity test either, so it should be too late to confirm it now!"

He immediately called Anxi to review Lan Shan's autopsy report, and contacted the juvenile prison to retrieve Lan Ling's file. It turned out that Lan Shan's blood type was type AB, while Lan Ling's was type O.

"The A and B genes are dominant genes, while the O gene is a recessive gene. Neither parent with type AB blood can produce a child with type O blood, so Lan Ling is not Lan Shan's son at all!"

Neither the genes nor the timing matched, which made Jiang Xun heave a sigh of relief.

But Song Yu only looked at the report sent by An Xi, but was a little silent, and asked after a long thought: "Is there a possibility that Lan Shan is ill?"

"you mean……"

"Some cancer patients will experience blood type changes after blood transfusion and radiotherapy. Although it is only temporary, this possibility cannot be completely ruled out."

Thinking about it carefully, the old man Huang's testimony about Lan Shan also mentioned that she provided drug treatment for the patient's family. Jiang Xun had never thought of this before, but after Song Yuzhi mentioned it, he felt that it was indeed possible.

"Where is Lan Shan's body now?"

"The process has not yet been completed. Lan Ling stayed in the forensic department after going to identify the remains."

"Contact Anxi for three autopsies, focusing on checking whether there are any signs of disease in Lan Shan's body. In addition, we have to start investigating Lan Shan and the two brothers of the Cheng family." As he spoke, he broadcast a number, and the phone call quickly After connecting, he hurriedly said before the other party, "Hey, do me a favor, go investigate the two sons of the Cheng Group, everything is in detail, the more detailed the better."

Song Yuzhi guessed that the opposite should be Wen Zheng who was sitting at the same table with his own father yesterday and pouring wine for Wang Zhenyi, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Xun, do you really want to do this?"

"Sitting and waiting will only make the other party make progress. Before that, I had been using the excuse of keeping my own place to cover up my cowardice, but I lost important people time and time again. I thought it was the most conservative and safe way to retreat, but the result was hurting others. You can be a coward, but you can’t make others pay for your cowardice over and over again. Although I realize this now, it’s too late, and I can’t bring back the people I lost, but I can at least protect others from being hurt .”

He took the initiative to hold Song Yuzhi's hand, interlocked his fingers, and walked on the sunny street.

This moment is just right.

Jiang Xun looked at the rare clear sky in winter when the geese are resting, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Xiao Yuzi, I have been busy with the case and have no energy to ask about your mood, will you be angry with me?"

"No," Song Yuzhi said frankly, "I came to you to dispel the cloud that hangs over you. It is my greatest honor that you let me enter your world."

That familiar smile warmed Jiang Xun's heart, throbbing for a moment, making him forget his original intention of asking this question.

"I don't seem to have asked you all this time, why did you take the initiative to approach me?" Jiang Xun was puzzled, "I am not an easy person to get along with, Oscar is also the place where I met you for the first time, we should have never met before this face?"

Song Yuzhi just smiled, but didn't speak.

"Forget it, if you don't want to talk, I won't force you. Next, I want to put the case aside temporarily. The remaining half day is enough for me to finish what I want to say and do what I want to do."

Jiang Xun suddenly smiled, took the initiative to pinch the man's chin, and kissed the tip of his nose affectionately, right under the sun.

"Do you know what I want to do for half a day?"

"Will you tell me?"

"Of course, I want to give you a chance to get to know me better." As he spoke, Jiang Xun leaned close to Song Yuzhi's ear, bit his earlobe lightly, and whispered, "The kind that goes deeper than entering the body."

Rarely, Jiang Xun did not regard Song Yuzhi as a full-time driver, and personally drove him to the Quexi Mountains. In fact, the latter could somewhat guess his intentions in doing so, and also had a strong premonition that that person would open his heart to him. .

But when Jiang Xun took him to the martyrs cemetery with ease, he had to say that he was still a little surprised.

"Today I will take you into my past."

Jiang Xun was in front, walking in the narrow aisle of the cemetery.Looking at his back, Song Yuzhi never felt his loneliness more deeply than this moment, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Xun, do you often come alone?"

"Yeah, I come here often. So many brothers sleep here. If I don't come to chat with them to amuse them, they will be bored. I don't know if you can understand that feeling. I am afraid that I will forget them, and I am afraid The old people entered my dreams in the middle of the night, I have no face to face them, and I dare not see them easily, I can't explain to them, so I, the only one who carries their beliefs, must live well."

Jiang Xun walked to a tomb, wiped the dust on the stele with a paper towel, and couldn't help muttering: "It's been a long time since I've been here, the soil has accumulated so thickly, Lao Liang loves to be clean, he must be scolding me over there now. "

It seems to be easy to say, but in fact the bitterness hidden in those words can only be half understood by the listener.

Song Yuzhi really wanted to say that he could understand Jiang Xun's mood, but the truth was that he, a young man who had never experienced any hardships since he was a child, and had never lost his heart, and did not know the sorrows of the world, really couldn't understand this heart-wrenching pain. the pain.

After a while, Jiang Xun finally wiped the inside and outside of the tombstone clean. His fingertips brushed lightly through the shallow ravine engraved with the name of the owner of the tomb, and then hugged the tombstone, as if embracing the tombstone separated by life and death. I lived with my old friend.

"Old Liang is my master. He has been my master since I was a trainee at the Huaxi Branch. When I just graduated, I was still a brat who didn't understand anything. I only had a passion for it. When I saw someone committing a crime, I wanted to pounce on it and do justice for the sky. He was not satisfied with mediating trivial and trivial matters between neighbors every day, and he didn't go to the anti-pornography and anti-illegal crimes. He just wanted to solve some big cases to prove his strength, so he was scolded by Lao Liang a lot at that time."

Song Yuzhi arranged the flowers prepared in advance for him, filled some mineral water in the vase in front of the grave, and watched the petals of the white chrysanthemum swaying in the wind, neither of them knew what it was like.

He put his palms together in front of him, closed his eyes and said softly, "Master, I am Song Yuzhi, I will take care of Brother Xun from now on, you can rest assured."

Jiang Xun smiled, and rubbed his head like a fuss, "What's his name, he is my master and your ancestor, that brat took advantage of me and wanted to be my peer."

Song Yuzhi patted his cheek and said with a smile: "The rules say so, but it's normal for a daughter-in-law to change her words after she enters the house."

"You kid, you can be glib. Lao Liang, have you seen that I fell into the hands of this brat. Don't think I'm ashamed. Feelings are out of control. If you like it, you like it. I think you should be able to Understand me."

The two of them walked along the aisle and cleaned the row of tombstones. In the past, Jiang Xun didn't feel uncomfortable when he came alone. It wasn't until someone accompanied him that he realized how lonely he was in the past.

"Let me introduce, this is Brother Wan. He was three years older than me nine years ago, and now he is six years younger than me. He used to take special care of me when he was in the city bureau. Every time Lao Liang chased me all over the building with a broom, It was he who spoke for me and helped me out... I don’t know if you can understand, but it’s a bit like the relationship between the two of us and Brother Qian, but at that time, Lao Liang beat me much harder. The stick was directly drawn on the back, and the sound was so scary that even Cao Ju kept persuading him, fearing that it would break me."

Recalling the past, Jiang Xun always seemed to have endless things to say.

"It became a habit later on. Whenever Lao Liang hit me, Brother Wan stopped him and asked the boy to go to Director Cao."

As he spoke, he looked at the tombstone next to him.

"This is Xiaotong, in the same class as me, a few months younger than me. He was the youngest in the bureau at that time. He is very innocent and a little timid. When he is on the field, he always shrinks back. I didn’t dare to look at people, and always looked down at my toes. I didn’t understand it at the time. I thought he shouldn’t be doing this job because he was so timid. I asked him a few times, and he said that he just wanted to become You only become a policeman if you are bold, and I always joked that he was useless, but then..."

"What happened later?" Song Yuzhi asked.

"Later, before the chemical plant exploded, he was the first to discover the danger. He had already inhaled the poisonous gas and couldn't even run, so he pushed me away... I was injured at that time, and I was shot in the waist , failed to go deep with them, Lao Liang asked me to wait for rescue on the platform on the second floor, when I was in a daze, I heard footsteps, the boy's face was covered with blood, I almost didn't recognize him, and then he Stumbling over, putting a lifeline around my wrist, saying sorry, and pushing me off the platform ... that's the part I remember best."

Jiang Xun picked a white chrysanthemum from the bouquet and put it in front of the boy's grave. Afterwards, he remained silent until all the tombstones were wiped off before continuing to explain: "...because that was the time when I was the most conscious when I was affected by the explosion. .”

"Brother Xun, if you feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself to think about it, I won't force you."

"I know, you are the best, but Xiao Yuzi, whether I want to or not, I have to recall it. I always feel that Lao Liang hid something from me at that time. That is a necessary condition for me to solve these follow-up cases."

He said so, and Song Yuzhi waited for him to recall slowly.

The two sat on a stone bench, watching the afternoon sun shine on the rows of tombstones, as if the policemen were still standing against the wind, guarding this sacred land.

Jiang Xun's flowers were not too many, and he just bought [-] of them, and now he still has two left in his hand, so he looked at them back and forth, as if he couldn't get tired of looking at them.

For a long time, he didn't speak, and when he spoke again, it was an irrelevant topic.

"If I'm gone, if you still remember me and are still willing to come and see me, can you not give me chrysanthemums? It's too frustrating." Jiang Xun looked up at Song Yuzhi and winked at him, "I want White Rose, at last Pretty kind."

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~