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Qin number!

The man on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly, dying, his chest rose and fell barely visible, his naked upper body was covered with electrodes, and the frequency of the ECG monitor on the bedside fluctuated much slower than ordinary people, every beat was worrying He couldn't catch his breath.

He guessed right, Qin Shu was indeed robbed by these grandsons, but why did Cheng Rang take Qin Shu out of the hospital, who hadn't regained consciousness? What good would it do him? Qin Shu's suspicion, let him come out to take the blame?

No, it shouldn't be that simple, and if this is the case, then the end of their plan must be to kill people and cover up all the truth.

He must take back the initiative, otherwise not only Qin Shu, but more people will be killed.

Cheng Rang seemed to be very keen on live broadcasting and expressing himself. He should have discovered Jiang Xun's actions through monitoring, and soon appeared on the live broadcast screen, beckoning to the person on the other end of the screen.

"Officer Jiang, remember what I said. The whole game is only two hours and 47 minutes. In view of the fact that we have fought against each other, I can break it up and give you three hours. If the time is up and you haven't given it The answer I want is that the bombs placed all over the factory will annihilate the evidence, smash you and the little girl waiting at the end, and at the same time, the life of this police officer Qin has come to an end. There is not much time left for you Don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Rang pointed the camera at Qin Shu, seemingly casually playing with the oxygen tube connected to the breathing mask, and as soon as he pressed it, Qin Shu became difficult to breathe and his face turned red.

Jiang Xun said angrily: "Let go of him! I'll give you whatever you want, don't touch him!"

"There are two hours and 56 minutes left, come on, good policeman of the people."

Cheng Rang only placed the counter next to Qin Shu and left the screen. The sense of urgency brought by every jump of the number was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Xun's heart. He couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, a bunch of lunatics."

At this point, it is impossible for him to retreat, and hesitation will only make him lose more people. At this point, he can only bite the bullet and go on.

He touched the dried blood on his head, shook his still drowsy head, and patted his pocket to confirm his situation.

His mobile phone was confiscated, but the cigarette case and lighter were still in his trouser pocket. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to notice that he hid the transmitter. The thin iron piece is still in the bottom of his tongue. Now, Song Yuzhi will definitely find him.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. If there were no temporary light bulbs hanging by wires in the factory building, it would be difficult for him to see the scenery five meters away. Only then did he take off the Her gold-rimmed glasses hung on her neckline, and her eyes, which are lighter than those of Asians, are more conspicuous.

As he said, the details of the bombing case in his memory can no longer be clearly remembered. There are only some fragmented fragments, and it is difficult to piece together a complete story chain. He suddenly has a strong premonition that if Cheng Rang is really the case The insider, and tried his best to restore the scene, then this is likely to be an opportunity for him to retrieve key memories.

But this time, he wanted to find the truth instead of repeating the same mistakes he had made in the past. Thinking of this, Jiang Xun put away the dagger and the mobile phone with no signal, and climbed up to the platform on the second floor.

The platforms used to store goods in the factory usually have no safety measures. In order to facilitate the movement of the crane, there are no railings to protect them. Metal and wooden cargo boxes separate each and every small space. You can also see the chalk outline on the ground where he once hid. In order to make the scene more realistic, he even used red paint to imitate the bloodstains he left at that time.

Jiang Xun leaned over and rubbed it with two fingers, and the paint that hadn't completely solidified got stuck between his fingers. It seemed that the scene was completed in only one day. Opportunity to rehearse.

"Rough, very rough."

After making a brief comment, Jiang Xun continued to dig deeper into the platform.

At the beginning, Xiaotong rushed out along this route to save his life. Before that, what happened inside?

Jiang Xun turned on the front light of the mobile phone and walked slowly in the narrow aisle. The cargo boxes on both sides were very crowded, making the aisle very narrow, and he often had to use his hands and feet to step over the accumulated debris.

Jiang Xun found that the deeper he went, the darker the color of the cargo boxes, walls, and ground, as if the fire scene had been blackened. It really created an atmosphere after the explosion, and even many wooden cargo boxes were already damaged. Yes, this made him have to suspect that this thing was moved out of the scene at all.

After ten years, the case has been settled long ago. It is not difficult to obtain these evidences, but can Cheng Rang alone do it?What is his purpose in doing this?

While thinking about it, Jiang Xun walked through the tomb-like corridor and entered the second floor of the factory building. This was the place where the explosion happened first, and the damage was also very serious. In the most conspicuous place in the center of the venue stood a skeletal skeleton. The impact of a plastic dummy in this environment is still amazing.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Xun stepped forward, and found that the skeleton was suspended by the fishing line, the limbs showed a distorted angle, and the mandible was also in a misaligned state. Generally speaking, if this is a real person and kept like this The state of his death, he must have suffered great pain during his lifetime.

The real person, before his death...

It was as if an electric current had directly touched Jiang Xun's brain, and the sudden sharp pain caught him off guard. He covered his head and fell to his knees on the ground, his fingers wishing to sink into his skull, pulling out the pain that tormented him.

"...Xun, Jiang Xun... let's go!"

The distant and vague call gradually entered his ears, and the changed male voice became clearer, and he heard it.

"...Little boy, take Jiang Xun and go! Take him away!!"

That...whose voice is that?

Stimulated by the intense pain, Jiang Xun let out an unbearable groan, his reason was resisting him from opening the taboo door, and he was fighting fiercely with his body.

Think of it, he must think of it!

Jiang Xun bit his lower lip until it turned white and oozes blood, but he didn't feel it. The pain was nothing compared to the struggle of his soul. He couldn't...he had to...

Jiang Xun suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes were bloodshot, staring absently at the darkness in front of him.

The white bones seemed to embody a flesh, presenting a gradually clear face in front of him - that was his comrade who died in the gunpowder smoke.

Sun Chen.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure that was getting brighter in the darkness. The little boy was tearing at the person whose face could not be seen clearly, while Sun Chen shouted hoarsely: "Take him away! Take him away quickly!!"

During the stalemate, he couldn't hear what the man yelled, but the next reaction of the other party was to raise a gun and shoot Sun Chen.

He couldn't help holding his breath, looking at the scene hidden in the depths of his consciousness, he was so dumbstruck that he just wanted to see who the person who killed his comrade-in-arms was.

But when he saw the other person's face clearly, he was shocked enough to stop his heart beating.

...that was himself.

Ten years ago, the person who personally killed his comrade-in-arms was himself.

"No, no...it's not like this, it's impossible!"

No one knows better than him what kind of psychological torment he has suffered in the past ten years, how could it be that he killed himself...

No!He didn't believe it, his memory was already confused, this must be an illusion that someone deliberately transmitted to him!

...But if the person who killed Sun Chen was really himself, it seems to be able to explain why he has been so guilty all these years, and he has always confessed that he was the only one who escaped from the burning purgatory.

It's him...could it really be him...

If it was really him, what was the motive?

There is no reason for him to shoot at a colleague with whom he gets along day and night, especially in a life-and-death mission, unless...

Jiang Xun patted his forehead, trying to recall everything related to Sun Chen. He often went to the martyr's cemetery to visit his dead brothers, and the faces in the photos seemed to be engraved in his mind, and Sun Chen was no exception.

He remembered that Sun Chen was seven years older than him, and he was a very experienced senior in the team. When Lao Liang was away, he usually took himself and Xiaotong and his juniors to the field. He had a good temper, but he was a little eager for success and had high demands on himself. to others.

So what situation was he in, and what kind of mentality did he have to shoot this senior?

Jiang Xun thinks that when he was young, he was definitely a person with a strong sense of justice, who was easily excited, could not tolerate sand in his eyes, and had an unchanging temper for many years. Unless he touched the bottom line, he would not...

Bottom line?

Speaking of the bottom line, what should the police bottom line be?

The answer, without a doubt, is crime.

Jiang Xun suddenly thought of something, and suddenly got up from the ground, ignoring the dust on his body, and rushed behind the hanging skeleton.

In the ruins, he could see a new suitcase buried in debris all over the floor. He dragged it out, carefully snapped off the lid, saw the contents inside, and instinctively covered his mouth and nose.

What I saw in the box was wrapped in layers of sealed bags was a transparent crystalline solid as big as a basketball—methamphetamine, also known as methamphetamine. He had also assisted the anti-drug detachment to seize drugs. Not unfamiliar.

However, he quickly ruled out the possibility of the real product from the sense of touch. Although the pure crystal methamphetamine looks like rock sugar, there are still subtle differences in the feel and properties. Considering the actual situation, Cheng Rang does not seem to be generous enough to use it. The person who came to set the scene with expensive drugs, this thing is probably just ordinary rock candy, the reason for appearing here, is it because the drug trade was going on at the explosion site ten years ago?

Jiang Xun didn't doubt this point. They had originally received a tip from an informant that they only sent the police when they learned that there was a secret transaction in the chemical plant. However, it is an indisputable fact that a group of students visited the chemical plant that day. The most dangerous place is the safest place. The phrase "place" is only applicable in TV dramas. In reality, there will be no criminals who will take risks and conduct transactions in public.

Then the problem may lie with the informants who provided the information. Everyone in their profession knows that the informants usually instigate some criminals who have been in prison and have stains. The probability is as high as more than 70%. Only by supporting this group of people to provide information can the grassroots police guarantee that the detection rate reaches the standard every month.

But many of the informants are doing whatever they can for the sake of money, and it is not impossible to betray the police. This kind of risk always exists, so whether they can make the right decision depends entirely on the police's own judgment. Obviously, something went wrong with the actions at that time. , the cause of the police infighting is also likely to be...

Jiang Xun didn't dare to think about it any further, he knew that next he might subconsciously make a speculation that subverted his true thinking in order to excuse himself.

Pointing suspicion at himself and his comrades-in-arms is the most difficult fact to accept, but he has no choice now.

Jiang Xun stood up, took a deep breath, turned his head and walked towards the passage where he came. He knew that if his guess was correct, there would definitely be evidence left there.

Sure enough, although it was difficult to find conclusive evidence on the scorched ground, he still found a clue hidden in the deep layer—that is, the dragged blood stain that was still left at the bottom and was faked by paint.

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