slip through the net [criminal investigation]

It is a lifetime responsibility.

He doesn't care about things, but he can judge people. Lu Weiwei is willing to make this material, and she herself is also happy.

Besides, isn't it much safer to come to criminal investigation than to go to the anti-drug detachment?What about Qin Yile?

A little furry boy who has not even washed off the milky smell, why bother to stick his head on his waistband to make a living?

Xie Lin choked, and glanced at Qin Yile again. He was standing behind Lu Weiwei, he was nervous or excited, his limbs were stiff, and he really wasn't the character to face a vicious gangster face to face. Either he ran away with the gangster, or he Die with a gangster, and the one who died will definitely not be a gangster.

So I had no choice but to sigh: "Is there any way? The establishment is here. If you want him, he can stay. If you don't want him, you have to send him back to the university. Or you can wait a little longer until the authentication is lacking." Give him a testimonial."

Ying Cheng frowned: "Okay."

After the discussion here, Xie Lin took a long leg and said very gently, "Xiao Lu and Xiao Qin, right? You are very vigilant if you can find this important clue. If it is really the murder weapon in this case, you have made great contributions." gone."

Qin Yile breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not held accountable for his "violation" of running around, while Lu Weiwei shook her head quickly: "It's nothing, nothing, it's what I did."

As soon as Xie Lin smiled, he looked like a big brother next door: "Well, since we have arrived at the scene of the crime, let's start working, and the police uniform will be collected after we return to the city bureau. Xiao Lu and I will ask about it." Family members of the victim, Xiao Qin, you follow the team."

After finishing speaking, he nodded and took Lu Weiwei to look for Ma Qiong in the tea room.

And Yingcheng took the evidence bag, thinking that he would send the trembling Qin Yile down to find Gu Yuzhe, when he saw that the homeless man was still wearing a Chunqiu thick jacket, he couldn't help but let out a "huh" : "Then you are a witness? Isn't it hot in this suit?"

He pulled his sleeves to cover his hands, a little embarrassed, and said briefly: "All the belongings."

The sky is big and the earth is big, and there is nowhere to call home. Only by wearing it on your body and taking it with you can you ensure that you will not lose it.

Ying Cheng looked down and noticed that the syringe in the evidence bag was covered with a cap and wrapped with a tissue—after killing someone, not only did the cap go back, but the tissue was also wrapped?

"What's your name, have you ever touched this syringe?"

He shook his head: "I haven't moved."

"Where did this needle come from?"

"I was in the alley, and a woman gave it to me suddenly when she ran past me."

"It was covered with a cap when it was given to you? Wrapped in a tissue?"

He paused, as if thinking, then nodded first, then shook his head: "I wrapped the tissue."

"That is to say, when it was given to you, it was covered?"

He nodded silently.

Sensing his nervousness, Ying Cheng suddenly took a step forward, tightened his shoulders and squinted his eyes, and said in a horrifying tone, "Have we met?"

Almost his entire body trembled, he shook his head decisively, and remained silent.

Ying Cheng took out the limited memory of the past 28 years and washed it in his mind, but he couldn't find anyone who matched his characteristics, but he felt that he had a special sense of familiarity, so he could only ask again: "Really? seen?"

He shook his head again, and took a step back very awkwardly, seeming a little scared.

"What's your name?"

He paused for a moment, raised his head and took a deep look at him, and said, "Jiang Huan, return it."

"Jiang Huan..." Ying Cheng murmured and repeated, and suddenly smiled again, implying something, "Jiang Han used to be a guest, and every time we met, he returned drunk. Is that what you mean?"

Jiang Huan was taken aback: "You know?"

"What's wrong, I shouldn't know?"

He shook his head quickly, his disgusted eyes were well covered: "It's just that this poem is quite unpopular, the police officer... doesn't look like he likes to recite ancient poems."

Ying Cheng felt that he had been very insulted: "Just kidding, what is a poem? I am also a top student who knows astronomy and geography at first, but only trivial matters at the bottom, okay?"

At that time, he graduated with the first place in the school in both the written test and the actual combat. He was even stronger than the combined version of Qin Yile and Lu Weiwei——

Although he was the bottom one in the school when he was admitted.

5. Get away

Originally, with Lu Weiwei by his side, Qin Yile was still able to restrain his nervousness, but now that he was away, the questioning by his captain was tight, and his aura was even more frightening. Instead of calming down Jiang Huan, it did calm him down. Stretched like a doraemon, Ying Cheng seemed to be able to hear the sound of "Kaka", and couldn't help but look back, his forehead throbbed: "Haven't you learned to ask questions?"

His whole body trembled, his face turned even paler, as if short-circuited, he hesitated for a long time and managed to choke out a sentence: "I, I, I... I learned how to detect traces."

——One really doesn't have the talent to be a teacher, and the other happens not to be the corresponding major.Ying Cheng had a toothache, so he had to ask himself.

"Do you recognize that woman? Have you seen her before?"

Jiang also shook his head: "I don't recognize her, and I haven't seen her before, but I remember the clothes she was wearing."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Yile, Xiaodonggua realized later, and quickly took out the screenshot in his mobile phone and handed it to him. Jiang also pointed out the half figure in a black leather skirt with red suspenders in a small corner: "It's her .”

Ying Cheng glanced at Jiang Huan's side face. From this angle, he felt more and more familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

He narrowed his eyes, elongated his tone, and deliberately patted Jiang Huan on the shoulder: "You did a good job, you brought us the murderer and the murder weapon, and I have to ask you to make a record for us when the time comes. It's over."

Jiang Huan stepped aside almost subconsciously, and that hand hung in the air without embarrassment.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to push his glasses, but belatedly remembered that he didn't have glasses, so he pinched the bridge of his nose temporarily instead: "Where, I just fulfilled my civic duty. And, mainly Xiao Qin Thanks to the police officer, if it wasn’t for Officer Xiao Qin, my report would have been treated as a prank call.”

Qin Yile is like a balloon propped up entirely by his own righteousness. If he wants to deflate, it will only be a little bit bigger. When he hears the words "Xiao Qin Police Officer", he will get bloody in vain and bulge out all of a sudden. Like a hot air balloon.

The kind that can fly.

But Ying Cheng let out a "Yo", with frivolous eyes, noticing his small movements, his hand was not embarrassing, and he wanted to pat Jiang Huan: "You are quite educated, how did you fall to this point? I see that you have hands and feet and are young and vigorous, why don't you do better than being a beggar?"

Jiang Huan hid back again, was silent for a while, lowered his head even lower, and after a while slowly uttered the word "Heihu", and then said with some humility: "Don't touch me, I'm dirty."

In this era of information technology, black workers have to mortgage their ID cards. It's not that he doesn't want to find a job, but that he can hardly move without an ID.

"How long have you been wandering, where is your family? Shall I take you home?"

Jiang Huan's emotions seemed to be controlled by a broken, dripping faucet.The water seeped down drop by drop, and it couldn't stop, so he had to smash the pot and screw the faucet to death with all his strength.

As a result, Ying Cheng's light words suddenly shattered his last bit of self-control, and his emotions surged like waves, which could not be contained. Eye.like what?like a shooting star.Ying Cheng wants to...

He turned his back and wiped away tears with the back of his dirty hand.

Qin Yile was stunned for a moment, remembering that the elder brother of the policeman just said that he would help him find a rescue station or send him home. Tissue, stammering courage: "No...it's okay, this is the duty of our police!"

Speaking of "our policeman", Qin Yile felt that his soles were so light that he was about to fly. If it wasn't for the [-]-meter aura of Captain Ying beside him, he might have been moved to tears.

——He is naturally nervous and dull, timid and silent, but he still has the most noble yearning for that police uniform.

Before Jiang picked it up, he wiped away his tears before turning around and saying thank you softly.After the baptism of tears, this face was unexpectedly clean.

Ying Cheng was caught off guard by his crying, and silently glanced at him, then simply followed Qin Yile's words and rubbed his head: "Awakening is good, why are you nervous, your captain will catch the bad guys and not you. "

However, the more Qin Yile restrained, the more nervous he became.

He withdrew his hand and nodded to Jiang: "Then come with me first, I will take you to the scene, you can point me to the place, and then I will send you back to the Municipal Bureau, it would be nice to have a meal."

Jiang also nodded, walked into the elevator room first, stepped on the edge of a sticker on the ground, and stood in the corner with his hands tied, neither sticking to the wall nor to people.

Qin Yile followed closely behind, stood on the side next to the button and pressed the first floor.Ying Cheng walked into the elevator, leaned against the wall carelessly, and looked at Jiang Huan who was standing in the shape of a human figure. When he smiled, he showed a bit of anger: "Brother, is this obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

He wanted to adjust his glasses again, put them back in embarrassment, and nodded: "A little bit."

Ying Cheng snorted and laughed: "No wonder. I thought my brother was afraid of leaving fingerprints and DNA."

Qin Yile glanced back at him keenly, and then looked at Jiang Huan, only to see that he was standing still, his facial features hidden under his messy hair, his shoulders and spine stretched into an upright cross.

The elevators in Jindu Entertainment Club are also divided into grades, and those that can lead to the VIP area above the seventh floor are designed to be spacious and bright, but now, this high-quality elevator car is also quiet.