slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Bad, no clue at all. "

"Which alley?"

He was silent for a while, his eyes were unclear, and finally he uttered three words coolly: "The Chen family..."

Less than 50 meters away from where Chen Qiang was found, there was a large abandoned warehouse. There are places like this everywhere in the west of the city, which is being demolished on a large scale, but that warehouse was different. They captured Zheng Yuanfeng there a month ago.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence. Why did Chen Qiang rush to that warehouse so late in this weather?

Suddenly, a muffled sound of "Boom" broke the hopeless silence. When I turned around, I saw Ye Qingzhou who had answered the phone and rushed over in a hurry. He punched the wall with a falcon-like gaze. Fierce and vicious, but the sockets of his eyes were already red inappropriately.

"Yellow hair. It's yellow hair."

He looked at Ying Cheng and Xie Lin, emphatically: "At that time, the only one who ran away was Huang Mao."

Moreover, after more than a month of multi-party hunting, there is still no information about Huang Mao, as if he has completely disappeared.

Wang Yu didn't know much about the case last month, but it didn't prevent him from straightening out the ins and outs in a few words, and then immediately called up the screenshot of the fake traffic policeman: "Look, is it him?"

Even though the video of the law enforcement recorder has been upgraded to high-definition, the scene is chaotic, and all the traffic police are busy without touching the ground. It is really difficult to capture a clear image. In addition, the person is wearing a mask and sunglasses, which makes the recognition even more difficult. It's a big discount.

But Ye Qingzhou just glanced at it and shook his head decisively: "It's not him."

"you sure?"

"Sure. Huangmao himself is bigger and taller. Who is this traffic policeman?"

"Fake. This is not a traffic policeman. I guess this kid is the key to overturning Yingchen's case." Then he handed the phone to Yingcheng, "What about you, do you recognize him?"

Ying Cheng looked at it carefully, then handed it to Xie Lin, and shook his head together.

"Yes. At that time, there was such a person on National Highway 203, but the scene was too chaotic, and I was in a hurry to leave. In addition, he didn't have any abnormal behavior, so I didn't pay attention to him."

"There must be a reason why he pretended to be a traffic policeman. He borrowed your criminal investigators to investigate. By the way, what's the name of that intern?"

"Intern? You mean Qin Yile?"

"It's him. This kid looks dumb, but he is actually a very careful young man. If time passes, he will become a pillar. You will cultivate it well in the future."

Ying Cheng laughed, and the atmosphere fell silent again. The five big men were like five ostriches, their heads lowered as if they were about to be buried in the sand.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps coming, Xie Lin and Ying Cheng stood up immediately upon hearing the sound.

After a while, at a quiet corner, a middle-aged woman came over. Her hair was draped, her temples were covered with frost, she casually wore a sun protection shirt over her pajamas, and she was pulling on slippers, with a dazed expression.Ye Qingzhou hurried to help: "Master!"

Song Qing finally cried out: "Qingzhou, where is your master?"

He was speechless.

Song Qing let go of his hands, stumbled forward, and hugged Xie Lin and Ying Cheng one by one.She couldn't speak, but all she wanted to say was condensed in the crying.

Huang Zhiyuan walked over and patted her on the back: "Don't worry, Lao Chen hasn't come out yet. Didn't you see that the light is still on? Let's cry when we are fine."

But Song Qing couldn't bear it.The crying was stuck in her throat, she couldn't speak, she could only let go of her hands and wipe her tears, but the more tears she wiped away.

"What about the child?"

she shakes her head...

"Didn't you tell the kids?"

She shook her head again.

Ying Cheng raised his head and let out a breath to calm himself down: "Wang Ke, let me thank you for your kind words on behalf of Qin Yile, but can Wang Ke handle this situation in a special way?"

Wang Yu's forehead jumped suddenly: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to investigate."

Before he could speak, Huang Zhiyuan jumped up first: "Where are you going? I don't know if you are still a criminal suspect? I just brought you here for a meeting, and now you have seen this side, be honest with me Wang Ke, go back to the detention room and stay!"

"Deputy Huang, now Bureau Chen has become like this, after all, is it because of me? You let me go back to the detention room like this, waiting for you to have accidents one by one in order to reverse the case for me?

It's better to kill me directly!As long as someone is injured or enters this operating room for my case, it must be me. "

"Responsible!"

"Don't talk too much. Usually, you two are my boss. I listen to you. But today, my case belongs to Wang Ke, and you have nothing to do with it."

As he spoke, he turned to face Wang Yu, "Wang Ke, just say something, will you let me go? If you are worried, you can handcuff me all the way."

He stretched out his hands to rest his forehead, and suddenly he was very tired, and he sighed: "Fortunately, I didn't get you into my hands back then. Otherwise, my life would be short for ten years."

"Wang Ke, I have been honest and honest all the way here tonight. I haven't thought about anything else. You know what kind of person I am. It doesn't matter if you plan on me, but it's okay for me to blame my old leader. Can't sit still."

He had no choice but to take out the handcuffs from the back of his waist, and handcuffed Yingcheng: "I finally got a clue here, so I won't run with you. I have to go back and investigate that fake traffic policeman."

After finishing speaking, he complained in a low voice: "Anyway, it's meaning."

Ying Cheng shook his hand, not to mention, handcuffing others all day long, and occasionally being handcuffed by others, this feeling is quite new.

"Deputy Huang, you are here to accompany Mr. Song and Bureau Chen. If there is something to tell Xie Lin, I left my phone in the detention room. Brother, Huang Mao is a suspect. If you think about it, you must find him out. Xie Lin, let's go, to the scene."

He was about to leave when he heard Song Qing call out "Ying Cheng", her voice was filled with tears and trembling was indistinguishable: "When I married you Chen Ju, I thought about such a day, Ying Cheng , Xie Lin, Qing Zhou, you are all young, without a home or room, I have no other requirements..."

"You all come back well."

Ying Cheng smiled: "Teacher Song, don't worry, my life is cheap. But that bastard who killed Bureau Chen, sooner or later, I will let him go sideways."

Xie Lin was afraid that his eyes would turn red again, so he nodded, dragged Ying Cheng and fled the suffocating scene.

As soon as he left the hospital gate, he saw Ying Cheng fiddling with his hands, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

As soon as he raised his hand, the handcuffs on his hand were already untied, showing the bent wire: "It was given to me by the snail spirit I kept at home."

Xie Lin was stunned. After thinking about it for a while, he really couldn't figure out how to scold him. When he came back to his senses, he took off the handcuffs and stuffed them into his pocket, so he could only complain: "Damn, slip the door Locks are a quick learner."

"It's okay, Wang Ke knows, and he said what he meant. By the way, what about my snail spirit?"

"I sent Xiao Lu to watch."

Ying Cheng let out an "oh", covered his head and rushed into the pouring rain.

And Jiang Huan, who was supposed to be guarded by someone, is naked at this moment, lying face down on the sofa. The messy footprints have dried out, only the blood diluted by the rain is still vivid, and the wet T-shirt is still pressing on him. His chest had already been dried by his body temperature, but the blood stains were still smudged into a rose on the sofa.

With inhuman willpower, he insisted on returning home, closing the door, and then threw himself on the sofa, passing out briefly.

Severe blood loss and high temperature caused him to have nightmares even in a coma. The three words "I love you" shrouded all his dreams like a fog. He sometimes dreamed of old buildings, low walls, and bright smiling faces of the sun. , but when the camera turned around, he saw a wretched and vicious old man with a full face.

But more often, he dreamed about the application.I dreamed that he came out of the sewer with a disheveled face, dreamed that he was sitting outside the debridement room covered in bruises, and dreamed that he descended from the sky with a righteous and solemn holy light.

Then, he dreamed of Yingcheng's death.

He dreamed that Yingcheng was imprisoned in a sea of ​​fire. He heard the flames dancing and jumping, and he heard Yingcheng screaming and struggling, but his limbs were so heavy that he couldn't take a step. He clearly realized that this was a terrible dream, but He can't wake up.

Until he heard that person say again - "I love you", "You can only give the most for me".

His heart stopped, he trembled, and he fell to the side, fell to the ground, and woke up.

...It still hurts.But the pain means that he is still living in reality, a reality that should not die.

The blood from the wound barely stopped, and the knife seemed to be specially prepared for this purpose, it was very thin and light, so although the wound was deep, it looked small.

He insisted on standing up again, opened the base cabinet and found the medicine box. He was so tired and sleepy that he couldn't even hold his eyelids. He almost closed his eyes to treat the wound for himself, and then found the antipyretic granule, He closed his eyes and poured out his mouth, slumped on the ground against the wall, letting the bitter taste ferment in his mouth.

He closed his eyes for a while, the severe pain from the wound kept him awake.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, he found that the pain was gradually lessening, and realized that he was about to faint again. He gritted his teeth and insisted on standing up. He almost fell to the ground, but managed to stabilize himself. The bloody footprints were stained with the mop They were all mopped clean, and he wanted to wash them, but he was really powerless, so he insisted on soaking the mop and clothes in the same basin and soaking them in bleach water.

The blood on the sofa can't be washed off, but it can't be investigated by Yingcheng—if it is Yingcheng, he will definitely not let go of a chance to investigate him.

So he insisted on using float