slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Have the exact same face?

The many questions made Yingcheng take a deep breath, extremely exhausted, almost unable to cope: "I'll make a phone call."

Fu Jingyu immediately realized who he was going to call, and when she looked up, her eyes were full of pleading: "Ah Cheng, don't..."

"I'll give you time! You can't say it now, you can't overcome it, I can wait! One day, one week, one month, or even longer, as long as you stand in front of me, I can wait for the truth forever!

But they can't, they've waited long enough.I can tell them not to come to see you first, but they must know that their son is not dead, and you, Fu Jingyu, are still alive. "

After he finished speaking, he resolutely walked to the balcony. Jiang glanced at the mirror-covered documents on the back of the closet, and suddenly understood why he found a cigarette case in the closet when he first stepped into this house.

He turned his head again, and looked at his back clenched his hands, shaking violently with too much force, only to hear Fu Jingyu sigh softly, and smiled, making people feel a three-point sweet pet in a trance. Ni: "He is still the same as ten years ago, impulsive and impatient, but he leads everything. He always has a convincing power, and people can't help but want to rely on him, don't they?"

Jiang turned his head and smiled lightly: "Long time no see. Welcome."

"He is going to work. It seems that for a long time to come, we need to live together peacefully."

"Yes. But it probably won't be long, don't you think?"

"Can I take what you mean by saying that you don't welcome me?"

Jiang also took a deep look at him, implying: "We shouldn't have appeared in the same time and space in the first place, and one of us... doesn't exist."

Fu Jingyu suddenly laughed: "One? Have you forgotten that both of us are lies? Whether it's you or me, we are all mirages projected on countless crimes and countless grievances. We don't exist.

Jiang Han used to be a guest, and every time he met, he was drunk and returned...Jiang returned...your name is a lie.Encounters and reunions, life and death, are all deliberate deceptions, aren't they? "

Jiang's knuckles were still turning white while holding the coffee. He struggled to hold back the gushing flames, and said calmly, "So, you still have the guts to mention... those so-called countless crimes and countless grievances."

"We all don't exist, only those children back then really existed." He looked into Jiang Huan's eyes and shook his head slowly, "I'm not innocent, and neither are you."

"Existence is reasonable, at least Fu Jingyu and Jiang Huan exist in his memory cleanly."

Jiang also took a sip of coffee to restrain his anger that was on the verge of collapse. When he looked up, he saw Fu Jingyu's meaningful eyes——

"Anyway, I don't need you to atone for me. You should know that you are just a fake."

"He doesn't know anything."

"If you hadn't chosen him at the beginning, he could indeed live like this without knowing anything. None of this would have happened. He wouldn't have broken bones all over his body, and he wouldn't almost be able to wake up. I didn't hold you accountable for his death." The responsibility of being pulled into the vortex is already generous."

Jiang was still silent, and suddenly clenched the hand holding the cup, and it took a long time before he said, "What do you want to do?"

"Doing what I've always been supposed to do, as always."

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at Ying Cheng's back on the phone together, as long as Ying Cheng turned his head a little, he could find——

In terms of posture, temperament, expression, gaze, etc., Jiang Huan and Fu Jingyu are exactly the same.

It seemed that the two of them seemed to be separated by a mirror, and they seemed to be clones that broke time and space.

The sun was scorching hot, but the two men who came from hell were shrouded in a lingering chill.

77. The year

However, before Ying Cheng had time to ask the question in his heart, he said briefly and forcefully "Go back to the Municipal Bureau" on the other end of the phone, and then hung up indifferently.

——How did Dad know that he was not in the Municipal Bureau?

Oops, it's the task force!He came down to oversee the task force!

Ying Cheng immediately shivered on the spot, turned around and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Huan and Fu Jingyu each holding a cup of coffee, standing in the aisle of the cloakroom and staring at him, couldn't help it For a second--

These two people actually revealed a strange sense of synchronization. They obviously look different, but they give people a feeling of copying and pasting, as if...

They share one soul.

This unreasonable and weird association made Ying Cheng feel a chill, and he said quickly: "There is still something to do in the bureau, I have to go, Jing Yu sleeps in my room, I sleep on the sofa, you two wait for me at home."

He raised his foot and left after taking two steps. He quickly stepped back and put a card on the coffee table: "Jiang Huan! Jing Yu is also living at home these days, so the money I give you must not be enough. I will also give you my salary card, you can use it first, if it is not enough, go to the city bureau to find me, I will leave first."

Jiang didn't even have time to say "goodbye". He only heard a "bang", and the door shook dust off under the sun, so he turned around and smiled: "Now there are only two of us left."

Fu Jingyu was holding a hot cup of coffee, the sun cast a shadow under his long eyelashes, he was gentle and gentlemanly: "Have a good time together. Jiang Huan."

Under the tea table where Yingcheng's salary card was placed, the bug was flashing red light.

-

As Ying Cheng had speculated, this case was the largest in the country and involved in the widest range of cases.

In order to avoid causing panic, the City Bureau blocked the news to the core, but the people who came to support from all directions were still quietly bringing a wave of inexplicable tension that flooded the entire city of Lanzhou.

——"Lancheng City Extraordinary Serial Murder Case." The task force was formally established after strict screening.Ying Aihua, Ying Cheng's father, served as the leader of the task force.

Ying Cheng rushed back to the Municipal Bureau, and within an hour of going back and forth, the mobilization meeting of the task force was over, and Ying Aihua was the only person sitting in the empty and airtight meeting room. It was obvious—— waiting for him.

"dad."

"Call the team leader." Ying Aihua squinted at the cane in Yingcheng's hand, without any sympathy for his stupid son, and his tone was full of business-like sternness, "How dare you go out to hide at this time?" ? Don't you know how big this case is? Do you think you are still on sick leave?

There is no one to be found during work, and you think the police station is the back garden of your home, so you can come and go whenever you want?

You've been in the hospital for so long and haven't made any progress, and the captain skipped work, so how do you manage the people under your command?I think you are not thinking about the case, you just take off your clothes and leave when you don't want to do it. "

Ying Cheng picked out his ears, he had already cultivated his face into an iron wall for many years, and he dared to smile without seriousness: "Excuse me, the current captain is Xie Lin, and I am a deputy, so I want to scold you and scold him. "

Ying Aihua became even more annoyed when he saw his playful, smiling face, put the cup in his hand on the table, and splashed the mercury on the table with a "pop" sound: "You're looking for a beating again? Don't you want to investigate the case? That's just right , There is no place for you in the special case team, get out, I also stripped off this police uniform, what does it look like."

Only then did he cough lightly and said seriously: "I didn't say no to investigate. Apart from this case, I have another case that I need you to investigate for me."

"What case?"

"Jing Yu's case."

Ying Aihua's burly figure suddenly stopped, and then, in order to conceal this, he took a sip from his teacup.

However, his unlucky son obviously didn't intend to make him feel better, and immediately said "he's back", and now, the teacup stopped in mid-air without embarrassment.

"What did you say? Back? What do you mean by back?"

"He's not dead. I just left my post temporarily, so I sent him back to my home first."

He quickly put down his glass again: "Jing Yu? Jing Yu is back? Come back to find you? What about Jiang?"

"Also at home."

He suddenly sat back down again, but the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a sense of tension, and he asked after a while: "Jing Yu...how is it? Is he okay?"

"On the surface, the limbs look healthy, but...there seems to be a big psychological problem. Now Jiang is still diagnosed with PTSD not long after he was discharged from the hospital, and Jing Yu is suspected of being depressed. These two people are together like playing firecrackers at a gas station. I am scared panic."

"Then you dare to put the two of them at home like this?"

"There are anti-drug people watching, and I installed wiretapping. After all, Jing Yu...has been dead for 11 years. I wonder why he suddenly came back when we have a big case. So...I even Uncle Fu and the others... No notice."

Ying Aihua finally rolled her eyes at him, and snorted for unknown meaning.

"You were the direct person in charge of this case back then, and Jing Yu's death was also your conclusion. Now that Jing Yu is back, don't you have anything else to say? Are you going to investigate this case or not?"

"Ask me?" He sneered, "Yes, I am indeed the person in charge of this case, and I did come to the conclusion that Jing Yu was killed by tearing up the ticket based on the integration of all the evidence. What about you? You are the party! Let alone the victim People are staying at your house, don’t ask him to ask me?”

Ying Cheng remained silent, if he could ask, would there be any need to argue here?

The father and son suddenly fell silent strangely, Ying Aihua tapped his knuckles on the table, seemed to be thinking for a while, and only heard him say after a long time: "I did everything I could do back then, and with the advancement of criminal investigation technology, I will investigate this case." It's not that they haven't been found out, but there has never been any progress. Now the victim has come back from the dead, and the person who knows the truth about the year is the best.