slip through the net [criminal investigation]

All emblems must be handed over.Besides... If Xu Fan was still around, he might not want to wear this police uniform.bring it to me. "

Ying Cheng suddenly opened his closet, took off the police uniform and cap he had randomly hung on the back of the closet door, and handed it over: "Hand over mine."

"What's wrong with you?"

He took off the police number and exchanged it: "I didn't get nervous, seriously. Just say that my clothes are damaged and I need to get another set, and let Xu Fan... wear his own police uniform, which fits well."

"Wait a minute!" Lu Weiwei opened her locker and took out the police cap, changed the police badge on it with Xu Fan's, then put the police cap on her chest with a look of treasure, and whispered, "Let me keep it Just think about it, anyway, if you change the boss, you don't mind changing me."

"You two! Little brats!"

"Yellow bureau! Just hand it in. Xu Fan's funeral can't be a big one. No one will find out. He... he has no credit but hard work. He should have his own difficulties on this road. At least don't let him... … chilling the hearts of parents.”

The police uniform that should be submitted is hanging in his hand, and his clenched hands are shaking: "Can you hide it from his parents forever?"

"Yes. He is the only child. From now on, his parents will be my parents."

After he finished speaking, he took Lu Weiwei and left. After all, Huang Zhiyuan didn't stop him. Looking at the police uniform in his hand, he evened out the folds and folded it properly. Police uniform."

After all, he was the one who watched the child grow up.Such a good child, how did he come to this point?

Qin Yile couldn't finish processing the documents in a while, so Yingcheng asked Gu Yuzhe to pick up Xu Fan's parents, and took Lu Weiwei to the funeral home first.

Xu Fan's body was parked in the empty morgue, lying on a cold flat car.The mortician wearing a disposable isolation suit stood by, saw the police uniform in Lu Weiwei's hand, and said, "I've dealt with it, put it down, and I'll change it for him."

"I'll do it." Ying Cheng nodded to him in thanks, then turned around and asked Lu Weiwei to give him the clothes, "You wait for me outside."

Lu Weiwei took out a piece of blood-stained paper from her pocket: "Xu Fan asked me to give it to you."

The mortician took off the isolation gown, brought Ying Cheng a new set, patted Lu Weiwei on the shoulder silently, and took her away.

Yingcheng put on the isolation gown, lifted the white cloth, and looked at Xu Fan carefully.Once, he saw him like this once.

That time he was covered in blood, and the side of his waist was dripping with blood, and he had to kneel on the ground and desperately hold down his wound.

Otherwise, the guts would be pumped out of the wound as he breathed.But this time...

He was clean and pale due to excessive blood loss, except for a thin scar on his neck, like an inconspicuous red thread.

The embalmer's skills are very good, and it is almost impossible to see that the wound has spurted blood like a faucet.

Ying Cheng stared at him peacefully and peacefully. He looked at him for a while with a relieved smile, and said in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Brother is here to see you. You go."

He is a waste who can't even take care of himself. Dressing a person who can't move is much more difficult than he imagined. He dresses slowly, clumsily but carefully, afraid of hurting him, and also afraid of putting the clothes on. The police uniform he had treasured to the bone in his lifetime was crumpled.

It took him a long time to finally help him get fully dressed, and remembering the phrase "Get out", he couldn't help but say, "You say that I am a person, why can't I learn a lesson?"

When Jing Yu left, he regretted the word "roll" for 11 years.Now, he has to repent for the rest of his life for the word "roll".Because Jing Yu can come back, but Xu Fan will never come back.

He was wrong.That dream foreshadowed not Xie Lin, but Xu Fan.

Ying Cheng didn't dare to look any further, turned around and leaned against the flat cart, and took out the note that Xu Fan wrote before he died——

"I, Xu Fan, solemnly promise that the following is voluntary, true and effective. Four years ago in April, I was injured in a car accident and took eight months of sick leave.

At the beginning of August of the same year, he was traveling for leisure, and met a drug dealer on the way, whose real name was Lin Xi.Due to carelessness, he was framed by Lin Xi and accidentally became addicted to drugs. After that, he detoxified three times and relapsed twice. After New Year's Day of the following year, he returned to work and successfully detoxified.

Due to repeated drug use and a large amount of evidence such as videos and photos, he was forced to monitor the documents for Lin Xi and accepted tens of thousands of bribes every month.

My position is not firm, I am ashamed of the organization, the people, and even the police uniform. The only way to apologise is to die.The entrustment of the remains shall be handled on behalf of the deceased.

I only hope that Yingcheng's blood will not be extinguished throughout his life, and his vigilance will last forever.

I am grateful for the 11 years of friendship between my brothers, and I have never regretted it. I am very lucky.Go first. ——Xu Fan's last pen. "

Ying Cheng's eyes were blurred, and he slowly sat down along the flat car, and then was submerged in a suffocating silence and hatred.

— Lynch!

Trembling, he folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. When he thought of the name, his lips trembled and he made a clicking sound. Got up, stumbled and flipped out of the window.

——When the fake Fu Jingyu disappeared, he took away his spare key.

He was not in the apartment bought under the name Lin Wang.Then, it is only possible in the apartment bought under the name he should submit!

Xu Fan is not a local, and his family lives far away. It was already noon when Gu Yuzhe took his parents to the funeral home.

Lu Weiwei sat alone on the endless steps of the funeral home with her knees hugged, her eyes reddened blankly.

Gu Yuzhe quickly patted her: "Lu Weiwei? It's been noon? Where's Xu Fan?"

She trembled a bit, and seeing a grieving couple behind him, she immediately wiped away her tears and shouted to her uncle and aunt, then led them into the morgue: "Boss is with you."

But in such a huge morgue, only Xu Fan, who was wearing a police uniform and a white cloth, was lying quietly and alone on the flat car, motionless. Xu's father and Xu's mother almost immediately softened their legs and hugged each other and wept. Gu Yuzhe couldn't hold back, She could only raise her head and call Lu Weiwei: "Come and help me!"

But Lu Weiwei stared at the open window and stared in shock: "It's over... Boss is going to do something stupid!"

It was only then that Gu Yuzhe noticed that Yingcheng was not in the morgue, so he muttered "It's over", and immediately shouted: "Lu Weiwei! I'm here! Go find the boss! Stop him!"

She nodded hastily, turned around and ran, calling Ying Cheng while running - damn it!Can't get through!

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Ying Cheng rushed back to the city bureau first, and got the gun and handcuffs.The phone was broken by him at the time, and the money for repairing the screen is not as good as buying a new phone. While thinking this way, he smashed the phone with the butt of his gun and threw it into the trash can, then took out the phone card and stuffed it into his pocket. ——The old number is more than ten years old, and I have to continue to use it.

The current pace of life is too fast, even the blink of an eye will be introverted, and one breath will be forgotten by the society, and even the mobile phone number is not dared to change randomly, although lying in the address book is only taking up memory, But it is the only consolation for contemporary young people. As long as the number is still there, there is hope that one day we can still pick up the contact...

His mind was in a mess, from the city bureau to home, the road he had known for a long time that he could walk with his eyes closed was infinitely extended.

He took one step at a time and thought about it. In this step, he was thinking about contemporary young people. In the last step, he was thinking about whether the bottle of Coke in the corner of the closet had expired. In the next step, he was thinking about a cute little girl with big eyes that he saw with his mobile phone yesterday.

He walks and walks, his head is muddled, and his brain is closely processing all kinds of messy and invalid information at high speed, so as to avoid processing those pictures that are really important.

Hey, my face is so itchy.

He reached out and wiped it, it was salty.Oh cry.He wiped and kneaded desperately, but the tears just gushed out like a spring, and he couldn't wipe it clean.

The thin wind flapped its wings on his face, piercing the tear ducts one by one, and he wept silently, quietly, turbulently, and gallopingly.

Xie Lin won't be able to become a policeman in the future. Like Xu Fan, he will retreat to the second line. Where is Xu Fan?Xu Fan is dead.

Who is all this because of?Lynch!

He silently said the name again, but there was an unconscious grinding sound in his mouth. These two words infected his whole body like some kind of virus. The cry came out, and this time, his vision became clearer, his mind was not blunted, and the sense of touch in his hands and feet returned, so he ran forward unswervingly, as if he was catching a fleeing target.

Yes, a goal, he wants to catch this goal - kill Lin Xi!

He has never run so hard before, he wants to kill Lin Xi with his own hands!

108. Needle

For safety reasons, Fu Jingyu was protected by the city bureau. At this time, Ying Cheng's house should be icy cold, but when Ying Cheng ran home panting, he looked up and found that the light was on in the house!

He pulled off the safety and loaded it, and stooped up to the sixth floor. With a light push, the door was unlocked.

Someone put a pair of long legs on the coffee table, sunk deeply in the sofa, extremely lazy and casual, even smiled and waved to say hello: "Are you back? A Cheng?"

"Lin Xi!" Ying Cheng was like a string that was tightened, even his hair was tied up, his eyes lit up a prairie fire, so that the finger on the trigger was trembling slightly.

"Put down the gun, don't be so nervous, what if it goes off?"

He was wearing a well-tailored high-end suit, retracted his feet and sat upright, smiling excitedly and brightly, like a child who discovered a new game, and enthusiastically took pictures