slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Losing Jiang Huan again, I don't have so many 11 years to live like a fugitive murderer.Tell me what you said to him, tell me where he went! "

He stood there without moving.Ying Cheng just looked at him like this, the light of hope ignited in his eyes, spreading inch by inch, and the flames soared into the sky.This moment seemed to take half a lifetime, and finally, he reported a place name.

Ying Cheng turned around and left, not afraid of the thunder and lightning outside, Su Yuelan looked at the dark sky outside, and then glanced at her red palm, and suddenly cried: "Aihua... we shouldn't... we shouldn't I didn't hide it from him. How could this happen, what should the child do...Jing Yu...Jing Yu, he..."

He hugged his beloved wife's shoulders tightly: "It will be fine. A Cheng...let's wait a little longer. Not for A Cheng, but for Jing Yu, wait a little longer."

It is undeniable that he has grown up, but his shoulders are not broad enough, his spine is not strong enough, and he is not strong enough to accept the truth of it all.

Ying Cheng thought that a slap in the face to return Jiang was a worthwhile deal, but he was definitely too late to arrive, so he could only call Xie Lin and ask him to go first. Half an hour later, he was still running towards the city at high speed. In the twilight of dawn, I received a call back from Xie Lin.

The place had long since been deserted, but there was exactly one bullet casing left, the same caliber as the one that shot Hu Sen and tried to kill Ma Qiong.

——He failed to find Jiang Huan after all.

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Ying Cheng went crazy looking for someone, but Jiang Huan was tied to a chair over there.

He was dripping with blood, and the liquid that kept him alive was hanging on his arm, but the steel needle pierced into the blood vessel was a bit too thick.

The soft leather belt tied a double-headed fork around his neck, one end poked in the middle of the collarbone, and the other end rested on the chin, forcing him to lift his head.

There is a crackling brazier at your feet, and you will sweat all over your body on a midsummer night.

However, although half of his blood was mixed with sweat, his whole body was icy cold.

It was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of the refrigerator.

He was shaking violently, and the spikes on his two heads left fresh scars one after another on his bloodless skin.

The hallucinations made him unconscious, and the body's instinctive reaction to the pain supported him to continue to resist, murmuring over and over again: "It's fake...it's an hallucination...it's fake..."

But he really couldn't hold it anymore, he didn't know how long he had been sitting upright with his head upright, his neck was so sore that it was already numb.

Ghosts and infant spirits frequently played in front of his eyes, then held hands and gnawed on his limbs, screaming "Why don't you die" in his ears, the feeling of skin and flesh being bitten layer by layer was too real, he opened his eyes and saw a sea of ​​flames He could hear the roar of flames when he closed his eyes, his skin was burning, and the pain made him almost mad.

The double-headed fork had already pierced two blood holes in his chin and throat, and the blood stained his front like a waterfall.He knew he couldn't move, couldn't relax, but he still couldn't help struggling.

Otherwise, just die like this.Maybe all of this started because of him, and it can also end because of him.

Just when he concentrated all his strength on his brain, so that his central system could give the final order to lower his head to let the double-headed spikes directly destroy his life, someone grabbed his hair and quickly removed it. The double-headed fork, then put it close to his ear and smiled softly, "He doesn't want you anymore."

Jiang Huan trembled all over again, thinking of Ying Cheng, he was sober for a short while. He saw the boy's clean and refreshing face through the flames, so he laughed and said softly:

"He didn't want me, but I didn't want him."

Goodbye, Jiang Huan.

Goodbye, should be presented.

——He said to himself before falling into chaos completely.

-

Ying Cheng seems to have lost his soul. What Fu Jingyu was when he was kidnapped 11 years ago is what he is now.

The clothes in the cloakroom were piled up in a mess again. He often stood in the aisle of the cloakroom smoking for hours. The mirrors that used to be covered with information about Fu Jingyu's disappearance were now covered with Jiang Huan.

When he borrowed Fu Jingyu's identity last time, he made a fake ID card. The one-inch photo taken that time was pasted at the height of his eyes. Although he was smiling gently in the photo, there was always a smile in his eyes. Exudes a kind of melancholy.

Through this photo, Ying Cheng always wonders where Jiang is now, what he is doing, and what he is going through...

Are you still alive?

In the past, when he thought of Jing Yu, he couldn't help smoking.Now, when he thought of Jiang Huan, he couldn't help smoking.

He looked down and saw the ashes falling all over the floor, thinking that if Jiang saw it, he would probably lose his temper.

But he couldn't see it.

It's not that he didn't want to live a good life, but he was clumsy, he would drop the dishes when washing the dishes, and he would get water all over the floor when he mopped the floor.

You see, he is a waste, he never loves life, but loves Jiang Huan.

Fu Jingyu stood beside him and looked at him. He was the one who was fragile and needed to be taken care of all the time. Now that he was fine, it was his turn to take care of this madman, Yingcheng.

"A Cheng, you have to go to work tomorrow, go to bed early."

Ying Cheng shuddered, as if he didn't notice him at all, and he was a little slow in reacting before forcing a smile: "It's okay, you go to sleep. Leave me alone."

He was finally furious, and shouted sharply: "Yingcheng! Look at yourself! You haven't slept for several nights? Can he come back just standing here smoking?"

Ying Cheng's hands trembled: "Jing Yu..."

Fu Jingyu snatched the cigarette from his hand and pinched it out, then forced him into the bedroom: "Now that Jiang is gone, it is my responsibility to take care of you. I don't care what you think, but don't let me feel that I am I'm sorry Jiang Huan."

Ying Cheng looked at him and suddenly asked, "Will you forgive me?"

"What was unforgivable?"

"I mean, if I didn't save you in time, will you forgive me?"

Fu Jingyu paused, then suddenly lowered her head.That experience is a huge scar that cannot be unraveled so easily.

Ying Cheng immediately laughed softly: "I'm afraid that Jiang will never forgive me in the future. I was late once, and it took me a lifetime to make up for it. Jing Yu, I will never forgive you."

Now, he will never be sorry for Jiang Huan.

Fu Jingyu sighed, and only said "sleep".

Ying Cheng could only force himself to sleep with endless self-blame and guilt.

It was rare for him to sleep soundly, so that he didn't wake up until Jing Yu came to call him, and it was too late to rush to the police station.

This was the first time in his history that he was late for work. As the deputy captain, even if he had a thick skin to go through the city wall, he would inevitably feel a little embarrassed. He hurriedly pretended that nothing happened and got into his seat, hoping that no one would notice him.

As a result, as soon as Lu Weiwei sat down, she raised her mobile phone and leaned over, smiling extremely brightly: "Boss, Boss, show you my Weiba! My mother found out the skirt I had when I was a child and put it on. "

In the photo, the mighty and tall Weiba is wearing a little girl's pink princess dress, huddled in the corner of the sofa aggrieved, with "I have paid too much for this family" written all over his face.

"Isn't Weiba a male?"

Lu Weiwei crossed her waist: "What? Boys are not allowed to wear skirts? Isn't Weiba cute in skirts?"

Gu Yuzhe poked his head and smiled: "You are wearing all your clothes on dogs, don't you think about your own family status first?"

She sighed, but the look on her face was still happy: "Don't tell me, when I told my mother that I want to get a dog, she said that the dog and I can only keep one, now I know who can't keep That's it."

After speaking, he brought up a photo and put it in front of Yingcheng's eyes: "Look at you, Boss, Wei Ba is really cute. My dad said that there is a dog but not him, and now he is sleeping with Wei Ba. Wei Ba is quite disgusting." He. Look, look, it's so cute! And this..."

Ying Cheng wasn't in the mood to mess around with her, so he slapped her cell phone on the table: "Do you know it's working time?"

Shocked, she let out an awkward "hehe" laugh, and quickly slipped back to her seat, not forgetting to take her mobile phone with her before she left.Qin Yile coughed lightly and gave her a wink.

Lu Weiwei stuck out her tongue for him while hiding behind the computer screen, her instinctive gaze pierced her body, and she was so nervous that she didn't dare to move.

How did she know that Ying Cheng's anger towards her did not come from simply playing with her mobile phone at work.

Xie Lin looked back and forth, and saw that Ying Cheng was about to write the words "you have a ghost" on his face, so he pretended to be relaxed and complained: "I see that you all have no cases to spare. !"

Ying Cheng's backhand was a palm of the Tathagata, only to hear angrily shouting in unison in the office: "Bah!"

He came to his senses, and quickly "bah" three times: "I didn't say anything!"

As soon as the voice fell, the landline that had been silent for several days suddenly exploded on the ground like thunder. The office suddenly looked at each other in dismay. Gu Yuzhe was the closest and had no choice but to shoulder this heavy responsibility. Before answering the call, he still mumbled: "You said you Did you open your mouth?"

"Fuck you, answer the phone!"

Gu Yuzhe picked it up, hung up the phone with a few curt words, glanced around and sighed helplessly: "Let's go, show up at the scene. Murder, the corpse is brought back by Uncle Cao, it's at the door." Then he glanced at Ying Cheng again, and said with With an indescribable expression, he said, "Boss, you'd better go and see the corpse first."

Bring it back?They haven't even arrived at the scene for criminal investigation, who would be the forensic doctor to move the corpse directly?

While he was puzzled, he arrived at the door of the office in a blink of an eye. Cao Ming directly used the flat cart of the funeral home to push the corpse, wrapped the corpse in white cloth, and pulled it to the corridor. He patted him on the shoulder: "Look, Ah Cheng, look One glance."