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"I'm still very upset. Facing my face, how could she be so cruel as to order to drive away the passengers." Jiang Xun leaned against the car window, biting the cigarette he just lit, and said vaguely.

Before he could finish complaining, Song Yuzhi pinched the filter, crushed his cigarettes into the ashtray, and pushed down the window to force ventilation.

"Where are you going next?"

"Xinyi Garden, talk to that little girl named Lan Ling."

Song Yuzhi sighed: "Just us two men? Not good."

"What are you thinking about? Policewomen are scarce resources. How can they be transferred at will? The case does not wait for anyone. Or if I buy you a skirt, you feel wronged. You can pretend to be a lesbian."

"If I can have a reasonable reason to pursue Brother Xun after wearing it, then I am extremely happy."

Jiang Xun was rendered speechless by his words, wondering why this kid always has the ability to reverse the situation, is it because he is too thin-skinned, or is he too thick-skinned?

Song Yuzhi closed the car window, lowered the backrest a little, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "Brother Xun, have you found the details in the contact book?"

"The paper and handwriting are very new, and it is difficult to judge with the naked eye whether it is the content added later without inspection." Jiang Xun said frankly.

"It might be okay to say something unprofessional. At least in my opinion, the font of the four characters 'Father' and 'Cheng Yi' is slightly different from the upper part."

"You mean the handwriting is different?"

"No, it is indeed from the same person, it should be Lan Ling."

The words didn't match the words, making people more and more confused, Jiang Xun freed up a hand, but couldn't touch Song Yuzhi's head, so he could only pinch Song Yuzhi's ribs threateningly.

"Stop pretending to be a fool, speak up!"

Song Xiaogong, who had been hit to the death spot, jumped up, pressed Jiang Xun's hand back to the steering wheel, folded his hands on his lap, and looked at him gracefully and playfully.

"Primary school to junior high school is the time when people change the most. This is the most critical stage of growth. Many changes are finalized at this time, including fonts of course. When you researched Lan Ling's family background, I read The handwriting of an award-winning composition she wrote in elementary school was very similar to the handwriting on her resume, but the handwriting on the paper of the final exam of the first semester she kept on file was different from that time, becoming neat and neat, and not as shabby as before. gone."

"You mean that there was no content in the column of 'Father' originally, but Lan Ling filled it in later?"

"And it is very likely recently. You should have noticed that when the female secretary delivered the document, the seal was opened. Either someone got in before she got the document, or she opened the seal herself. If it is The latter, usually she would unseal it in front of Principal Ji and the two of us policemen, so as not to get involved in this case, but judging from the current situation, I think the first case is more likely. "

"So she may be covering up the person who opened the seal, or even that person may be herself." Jiang Xun tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with his index finger, "Speaking of which, the principal seems to be avoiding the question of the first grade. I feel that even if the grades are stable, there should be some fluctuations, isn't it a bit outrageous to take the second place every time?"

Song Yuzhi nodded: "Considering Jinghua's scandal comprehensively, I can guess."

"Scandal? What do you mean?"

"Brother Zheng must have heard of it. In schools with such disparity between rich and poor and family backgrounds, one of the most common negative phenomena is school violence."

Song Yuzhi played with his mobile phone, and explained while searching for related content: "I can't find any relevant information on the Internet, and I can't guarantee that my memory is completely accurate. As far as I know, there was a school violence death in Jinghua a few years ago. The vicious case had a great impact at the time, but because the perpetrators were all children under the age of fourteen, it was finally let go."

"I remember that the victim was a girl who had just entered junior high school with excellent grades and an average family background. Her parents were feudal and patriarchal. There was also a younger brother who was in elementary school. After the accident, she took the money and did not pursue it. At that time, she was arrested. The media criticized it, and then there was no news."

"Do you remember this case?"

Jiang Xun sighed, "The university wrote a thesis on the topic of research on the trend of younger criminals, and the case selected was the school violence case that was aroused at the time, and within half a month after the incident, the major media shut up and deleted the post. , I kept silent about it, and most of the relevant content on the Internet is 404, do you believe it if there is no ghost?"

"What about your thesis?"

"All the relevant information has been erased, and there is not enough factual basis to prove my argument, but the old professor is reasonable and did not embarrass me, and let me pass the passing line." Speaking of this matter, Jiang Xun expressed his helplessness Hanging on the face, "I think back when my grades in all subjects were never lower than 145 points, do you know how much a 90 points hit me..."

Song Yuzhi felt the same way, and it is estimated that Jiang Xun has completely PTSD about young crimes since then.

"Can I ask a little more, why did you apply for the OUHK with such excellent grades?"

When he asked this question, Jiang Xun happened to turn into an alley in the third street, and the hustle and bustle of the city faded away at the moment his words fell, and there was an instant silence.

The air seemed to stagnate, and the suppression of anger made Young Master Song, who had an EQ of 150, immediately realize that he seemed to have asked a sensitive question that touched the restricted area.

Jiang Xun slowly drove his precious Yujia in the narrow and messy streets at a speed of 30 mph, resting his hand on the window to support his chin, and replied disapprovingly: "Someone changed his will."

Song Yuzhi, who is considerate and considerate, will naturally not challenge his endurance by repeatedly jumping sideways on the edge of his bottom line, so he changed the subject: "Then the next question, please be frank and lenient while resisting strictness, please answer truthfully from Deputy Jiang, your WeChat Why is the nickname Yanxi City Police..."

Before he finished speaking, the man swung his fist.

Relying on the fact that the other party had to watch the route carefully to ensure that the rear-view mirrors on the left and right sides were not damaged, Song Yuzhi easily avoided it, and also made the boss with a very bad memory forget the unhappiness just now, and successfully parked the car at the gate of Xinyi Garden.

Neither of them was wearing police uniforms today, and it was more convenient to do things. They found the basement where Lan Ling lived with ease. As soon as they came out of the corner, they saw the little girl sitting at the entrance of the corridor, washing clothes in cold tap water in the cold weather, hands It was red and purple from the cold, and it was swollen out of shape.

"Why do you wash here? Little girls should learn to cherish themselves and get some hot water."

Jiang Xun stepped forward, pulled Lan Ling's sleeve, and pulled her hands out of the cold water. Song Yuzhi handed over a tissue, and he wiped the water stains on the girl's hands through the two thick layers of paper.

Lan Ling didn't expect the two policemen to visit today, she was surprised but also a little nervous, "Mom... Mom is gone, I have to set up a mourning hall at home, I'm afraid the sofa at home is too dirty, the guests don't like to sit on it, so I want to wash it first Clean up before entertaining guests."

"Then you can't force yourself so much. What if you damage your body? Go back to the room to warm up."

Without any explanation, Jiang Xun pushed Lan Ling into the corridor, made the always pampered Mr. Song a coolie, and moved the laundry tub, which was as big as a bathtub, into the corridor.

Jiang Xun originally planned to let Lan Ling cover her hands on the radiator, but when she touched the water pipes, she found that the heating facilities in this old building had failed, and she felt even more sad.

"Uncle policeman, is there any progress in the case? Has the murderer who killed my mother been found?"

Seeing the girl's expectant eyes, Jiang Xun couldn't bear to tell the truth, Song Yuzhi spoke before him, alleviating his embarrassment.

"The case is still in the process of investigation. We will do our best to find the murderer of your mother." Song Yuzhi squatted on his knees, his eyes were at the same level as Lan Ling, and he lowered his posture, hoping to relieve the girl's vigilance. "Current investigation The difficulty is relatively high, the police need you to provide clues to help us solve the case, would you like to answer a few questions?"

Xu Shi's gentle attitude reassured Lan Ling. The girl, who had rarely calmed down after the blow, nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

"The relationship between my mother and me... Usually, if there is nothing important, she will not come to see me. I don't know what work my mother is doing, and she never mentions it to me."

She buried her head low and said softly.

Jiang Xun stood by the airtight window, rubbed his fingers against the masonry wall outside the window, the dust stained by his fingertips was full of moisture, living in such a place for a long time, how could his body not go wrong .

He asked, "How long have you lived here, since when did you live alone?"

"I have been here since I was a child. When my grandmother was still alive, I lived next door. At that time, my mother often came back. Later, when my grandmother was gone, my mother would think of my grandmother when she saw things at home. She always cried, so she didn't like to come back." Lan Ling lowered her eyes, "Mom is actually very bitter, I can understand her. Grandma often talked about Dad when she was alive, and she said that if Dad hadn't been killed, we wouldn't have been ruined by trouble, and life should be happy .”

Song Yuzhi grasped the point, "Your father?"

The girl nodded: "I followed my mother's surname. I heard from my grandmother that my father's name is Cheng Yi. He is the son of the boss of a big company and a high-achieving returnee. He is handsome and has a good personality. The key is that he loves me very much." my mother."

When referring to her deceased father, the girl’s eyes shone brightly, “One time when my mother was drunk, she hugged me and cried, saying that she regretted not protecting my father and giving birth to me. I was very sad, but I knew It’s not easy being a mother, and I learned to understand my mother later. Uncle the policeman, my mother is a very good person. I can’t forgive the person who took her away. Please uncles...help me find out who killed my mother and let him be punished by law sanction."

Lan Ling's emotions became more and more excited as the topic deepened. Her face was flushed and her eyes were swollen, which showed that she had been crying for a long time.

Song Yuzhi thoughtfully handed over a tissue, and Lan Ling thanked her, wiped away her tears, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. I made uncle worry. Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

This child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed, and Song Yuzhi feels uncomfortable when he hears it.

But Jiang Xing, a straight steel man with a negative EQ, didn't have the exquisite mind to sniff the roses. He only wanted to investigate the case. He stepped on the old carpet with a little dust, glanced sideways at the dark space under the sofa, and then walked to at the table, and asked, "Do you know anything about your father?"

"Not many. I heard from grandma that my father used to be a very powerful person. He was the eldest son in the family, and there was a younger brother who was my uncle. Many years ago, my father and mother had a public relationship, and then they came out. I got into a car accident...and couldn't be saved."

Jiang Xun and Song Yuzhi looked at each other, and the moment their eyes met, they knew that the other party had also remembered a grievance from a wealthy family that had caused a sensation and supported many novelists and producers.

"Grandma said that my uncle was afraid that my father would compete for property, so I found someone to kill my father, and my mother has been looking for the murderer, but my uncle was arrested and released after being released, and then went abroad. My mother's efforts have been fruitless. Then I gave up on myself…”

Jiang Xun once knew about this case. Cheng Yi, the eldest son of Cheng Zhonghe, the director of Baiyun Pharmaceutical Group, died in a car accident. Cheng Rang appealed, and the defense lawyers who appeared in court at the second trial overturned the evidence provided by the prosecution one by one, causing Cheng Rang to be released in court.

This can be regarded as a textbook turnaround in the legal and political circles. This real case was also used as an examination question and appeared on the final paper of the OUHK. Jiang Xun remembered that he had stumbled on this question before he understood the cause and effect behind it. After reading it, I can only use two words to describe it - dog blood, too bloody.

It's just that he didn't expect that such a love-hate relationship was hidden behind this seemingly simple case, and a mother and daughter with suspicious identities were also involved, which made the case fall into confusion.

Just when he was wondering where to continue asking, someone knocked on the door, and all three of them were taken aback. Song Yuzhi got up first and stood by the door, listening to the movement outside.

Seeing that there was no response from the door knocker, he quickly yelled loudly: "Wait Ling, why did you throw your laundry tub at the entrance of the corridor? It's too much of a hindrance. Put it away quickly. And have you seen our laundry tub?" Old man? As soon as he came back, no one was there, and the door was not locked, so he was so mad! Are you there, baby?"

It was the voice of an older woman with vicissitudes and pungentness. Lan Ling nodded to Song Yuzhi: "Uncle Policeman, Grandma Feng doesn't know about Grandpa Feng yet, I have to explain to her, please wait here for me Give it a shot, and I'll be back soon."

"Wait, I'll accompany you for a..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuzhi saw Jiang Xun's toes silently tapping the floor—this was a suggestive gesture that did not deliberately attract Lan Ling's attention. Song Yuzhi immediately understood and smiled at Lan Ling: "The strange man Explaining this kind of thing to the old man suddenly may cause the old man's resentment, and the explanation will trouble you."

Lan Ling nodded and went out, habitually hanging up the house key before leaving.

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yuzhi returned to Jiang Xun's side, seeing that the man had no interest in the furniture in the living room, but stared at the dilapidated sofa in a daze, guessing that he had discovered something.

Jiang Xun didn't say anything clearly, and tapped the floor with his toes again. Song Yu only found that he was wearing a pair of warm Martin boots today, and the shoelace of one foot was scattered on the ground, with a little dust on it, so he bent down and tied it up for him. bows.

Jiang Xun, who has always been sensitive, was uncharacteristically, and did not get angry because of his actions. He just took out two pairs of white gloves from his jacket pocket and distributed them to the man, then squatted on the ground and lifted a corner of the carpet.

The bottom has not been cleaned for many years, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated. With his movements, it was thrown into the air, making it very choking. Too much particulate matter can kill you."

"Human life, maybe..." Jiang Xun said in a deep voice, then raised his eyes to Song Yuzhi, "This is not a normal way to clean a blind spot."

Jiang Xun took a few steps back, moved the triangular cabinet corroded by mold at the corner by about three centimeters, and put his hand into the gap between the walls of the cabinet to rub it.

There was a faint layer of gray marks on his white gloves, but there was no other dirt, Song Yu only understood what he meant.

"You mean this house is cleaned very well, but this one is too dirty?"

"From the fact that the notes placed on the desk and the edge of the desk are completely consistent, it can be seen that Lan Ling is a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Cleanliness is also one of the symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder. She said that she didn't go home for at least two weeks, and there were only a few spots on the furniture. The residue of dust shows that she usually pays attention to the hygiene of the environment, and she doesn't even let go of ordinary dead corners, how can such a clean person tolerate such a dirty place in her residence."

Jiang Xun stopped Song Yuzhi from flicking the carpet in time, "Be careful that the dust is flying everywhere, it's hard for the two of us to make it leak-proof before she comes back, hold it up."

As he spoke, he took out the sealed bag again, grabbed a handful of light gray dust on the ground, put it in the bag, and quickly wiped away the remaining fingerprints on the ground when footsteps sounded outside the door. Song Yuzhi cooperated with him tacitly, and in this series of After the professional evidence collection operation, the carpet was carefully covered back to its original place, and the euphemistic name was: "'Destroy corpses and wipe out traces'."

When Lan Ling came back, the two had already put on their overcoats, as if they were about to go home.

"Are the uncles leaving? Don't you stay any longer?"

"There is still work to do next, so don't bother me. If you need it, you can call me at any time," Song Yuzhi took out the business card and handed it to Lan Ling, and touched her head without touching the girl.

It seemed that such a move made the girl who had just entered puberty feel throbbing, Lan Ling took a few steps back to get out of the way, and lowered her head a little, as if to cover up the flash of blush on her face.

"Enough, almost you."

Jiang Xun squeezed out a low reprimand from between his teeth, it's fine for this kid to be merciful everywhere in the wine pool and meat forest, but he didn't even let the family members of the underage victims be spared, what a beast!

He said goodbye to Lan Ling, and soon dragged Song Yuzhi away from Xinyi Garden. Before leaving, Young Master Song put a white carnation in front of Lan Ling's house, and Jiang Xun roughly stuffed it into the car. The man wished he could wake him up with a slap on the ear.

"I said, Young Master Song, please accept your supernatural power of seeing flowers bloom when everyone sees them. If the little girl's love is aroused, what should I do if I come to the bureau to send you flowers every day? Do you accept it or not?" !"

Song Yuzhi still had a smile on his face, "Master, you seem to understand very well, have you been sent away before?"

"There is waterproof tape in the trunk, stick it if you can't control your mouth, and don't say weird things to scare people."

Young Master Song smiled and said nothing, no matter how you look at this duplicity deputy captain, his teeth are sore and he is throwing a fit at him.

After the car drove a few blocks away, Jiang Xun, who was grinding his teeth with hatred, showed the attitude of a senior, and said earnestly: "Xiao Yuzi, we are the police who provide services to the people, we just do our best to do practical things, and there is no need to provide Special service, be careful in the future, don't be merciful like a tropical fish."

The deep meaning hidden in these words is: don't sow seeds everywhere.

Song Yuzhi felt that the atmosphere in the car became ambiguous as the temperature rose, so he relaxed the collar of his hoodie a little, and asked with a sideways smile: "That's a carnation, suitable for older women, not a rose, it can't express my love Love."

"At least this proves that you are still saved, otherwise you would not be in the car now, but should be under the car."

"Brother Xun, don't you want to ask me why I didn't send roses?"

Jiang Xun, who was concentrating on driving, glanced at him and didn't ask any further questions. Song Yuzhi took the initiative to continue: "The poet Adonis once wrote: 'What is a rose? A head grown to be beheaded', so I don't appreciate this Beauty born to die."

"Living to death... People, aren't they also living to death?"

As if avoiding this topic, Jiang Xun stepped on the gas pedal and quickly left Sanjieli.

The two didn't notice that a pair of cold eyes were watching them go away in the high-rise of the old residential area.

Flipping the card in the girl's hand, she tried to fold the hard paper into a paper crane. Her clumsy hands could hardly make her wish come true. After several attempts, her patience was exhausted. She took out the lighter and lit it from the center with the name "Song Yuzhi" written on it. , watching the cardboard being burned to ashes, she let out a sharp sneer, then picked up the scissors, and cut off the long hair on the top of her head.

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