slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Needle drop can be heard.

Ying Cheng just stared at him, motionless, and the atmosphere was secretive. Qin Yile couldn't help leaning against the wall, his back wet with cold sweat, not even daring to swallow his saliva. In just a few seconds, he felt that going down Mount Everest might be nothing more than that.

Finally, the elevator sounded "Ding", but neither of the two mountains moved, and the poor Qin Yile didn't dare to move. He glanced back and forth between the two people blankly and carefully, and cold sweat rolled off his head like a waterfall. down.

All of a sudden, Jiang Huan took a long step and walked over Ying Cheng first. Qin Yile only heard him say in a flat but sonorous tone:

"Officer Ying, I'm not a bad person."

A feeble sentence, not even an excuse, yet somehow has a convincing power.

Ying Cheng didn't answer, just stuffed the evidence bag into Qin Yile's backpack, and then walked out of Jindu.

The media from all over the country blocked the entrance of the Golden City is still relentless, a lot of equipment blocked the door, and they are all waiting to grab the exclusive. Fortunately, Ying Cheng didn't wear a police uniform and wore big sunglasses, even if he came out of the Golden City. It would not cause crowds to watch, but he could still feel the rattling noise of the shutter. He lowered his head, habitually covered his face, and then hurriedly led Qin Yile and Jiang Huan to the alley where the car was parked.

He got into the driver's seat first, and said "get in the car", Qin Yile wanted to sit in the back seat, but Jiang Huan took the initiative to open the car door first, and then closed the door to hint him to go to the co-pilot.

Ying Cheng saw from the rearview mirror that his back was straight, his hands were folded on his knees, he didn't dare to touch him, he didn't dare to move, he forcibly sat himself like a statue, and smiled: "I'm just Just kidding, nothing else, don't take it to heart."

Jiang Huan nodded stiffly and awkwardly: "I don't. It's just... I'm dirty."

He hasn't showered for a long time, let alone changed his clothes. It's alright outside, but the car itself has been sunburned into a steamer. As soon as the car door is closed, there is a sour smell immediately, which makes him even more ashamed and confused. .

Ying Cheng's thoughts were not so delicate, and he opened the window of his back seat belatedly: "They are all big men, and I may not be cleaner than you, but today is an exception. If you feel uncomfortable, I will open a car window for you." window."

"Exception? Is the police officer planning to go on a blind date today?"

He smiled: "Why do everyone say that I'm going on a blind date, can't I go to the grave?"

Jiang didn't speak yet, but just clenched his hands even tighter.

"By the way. Where did you meet that woman, and what was the situation at that time, tell me about it."

He just raised his head, met Ying Cheng's gaze through the rearview mirror, lowered his head hurriedly, mingled his dirty but slender fingers, turned his head to see Qin Yile got into the car, behaved Fasten your seat belt yourself, and the tension is relieved.

"It was... very late, and I was... rummaging through the trash can. That girl ran over and fell down. I didn't have the nerve to help her, so she got up by herself, and then gave me the syringe. I called the police and said someone had died."

While driving, Ying Cheng tried to fight his way out of the narrow alleys and all kinds of illegally parked traffic with a gesture of "seeking up and down", while continuing to ask.

"You were the only one?"

"Yes. I'm the only one besides her."

"Did you put the cap on the syringe or did she put it on?"

"When she gave it to me, it was covered."

"Did you wrap the tissue or did she wrap it when she gave it to you?"

"I packed it."

"Then is this tissue hers or yours?"

"mine."

"Where did you get the paper, did you pick it up or was it given to you by someone else?"

"Pick it up."

"Where did you pick it up, did you pick up a sheet or a bag?"

"Trash can. Last one left in a pack."

"Why wrap a piece of paper?"

"Don't want to get dirty."

"She didn't have anything else in her hand? Bag, mobile phone, nothing?"

"No. Except for the syringe."

Ying Cheng was blocked by a car for a while, just in time for a pause, and smiled.

Qin Yile glanced at it, only to feel that the captain's gaze coupled with the slightly hooked corners of his lips was quite meaningful.

"What time was it?"

Jiang, who answered fluently, was finally silent for a while, then shook his head: "Not sure. I don't have a watch or a mobile phone."

Qin Yile turned around: "Then why did you make the call?"

There was another silence in the carriage, and Ying Cheng slammed on the brakes again, narrowly dodging the little eDonkey that jumped out from the corner: "What you should ask is not how to make the call, but why a normal ordinary person would let a A homeless man who obviously doesn't have a mobile phone is calling, or is it calling the police?"

Qin Yile let out a dumbfounded "Oh", and Ying Cheng's toothache suddenly became more serious. He guessed in his heart that this kid really wasn't this kind of material, and he didn't know if using it as a mascot would have the effect of keeping the party safe.

Unexpectedly, after this interruption, Jiang remembered: "Four: seven. I remembered, I called the canteen at the entrance of the alley at four o'clock. Backtracking, I met that girl, It should be around four o'clock."

"Where is the canteen?"

"At the entrance of the alley where I met that girl."

Ying Cheng laughed again: "Just this small alley in the west of the city, there are still people in the middle of the night, and the canteen opens at four o'clock in the morning?"

Jiang choked for a moment, and wanted to fix his glasses again. He paused and said calmly, "It's open. This is the only store that opens at night. I can take you there."

Qin Yile seemed to turn on the power suddenly, and said "ah" suddenly: "I know! It's just ahead! Turn left!"

As soon as he turned the steering wheel, the stable iron king turned his head, the exhaust pipe spewed out hot air aggressively, and rode away towards the alley on the left. He took the time to teach a lesson: "If you have something to say, don't blah Yes, are you familiar with the area west of the city?"

Qin Yile didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness, or a little excitement on the first day of work. Anyway, it seemed a little dancing, and when he came back to his senses, he felt more and more embarrassed. He couldn't speak clearly, he hesitated for a long time, shook his head constantly, and cold sweat condensed on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Huan narrowed his eyes, sighed, and made up for him.

"We just came from there."

After the police officer arrested Lu Weiwei and Qin Yile, he brought them over to find him, and then rushed to Jindu together. After just a while, of course he could remember the way.

Yingcheng let out an "oh" and boasted symbolically, "That's a pretty good memory."

Qin Yile finally smiled, showing excitement.He is young, fair-skinned, cleanly dressed, and has a student-like air about him. He looks small, not like a college graduate, but like a high school student.

This smile suddenly coincided with a certain figure in Yingcheng's memory, and after a glimpse, he disappeared suddenly, so scared that he almost hit the already crooked road sign with a sudden brake.

The scratching sound of the thickened wheels was horrifying, it knocked Qin Yile's smiling face away, and also knocked Gu Yuzhe down again from the gift bag he hastily stuffed into the rear windshield.

Jiang hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Seeing that the gift bag contained a newest PSP game console, he subconsciously let out a "Huh" and said, "Officer Ying doesn't want to play this, is it for the children?"

Ying Cheng calmed down and continued to drive, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang still holding the game console. The adrenaline surged another two points, and he turned the steering wheel and jumped out from the alley: "Yeah, a little friend."

Jiang was still holding the PSP, but for some reason he didn't let go, but instead asked Ying Cheng's gaze: "Officer Ying has a child? How old is it?"

He laughed: "Eighteen."

Qin Yile was stunned by his "children". She glanced at him in shock, but saw her captain say again: "Are you interested? Then you can break up the game, it's okay."

Jiang also shook his head immediately: "Not good."

"Is there anything good about it? Originally, this kind of electronic product has to be tested when you get it, so you should help debug it. I'm too lazy to play with it anyway."

He was silent for a while, stroked the pattern on the box, obviously liked it very much, struggled for a while, and put the PSP back: "Forget it."

"It doesn't matter, you play a few rounds just to save me from having to find time to adjust later, will you turn it on?"

Jiang Huan gave his hand a pause, as if he had made up his mind and made enough mental preparations before he took out the game console again: "Yes. Thank you, Officer Ying."

"fine."

He unpacked it and turned it on, and asked while playing, "I don't even have a mobile phone, how do you know I can play game consoles?"

"Isn't electronic products always self-taught without a teacher, and you can play with literacy."

He turned on the phone and groped hard for a long time to figure out the functions of these keys. The one Ying Cheng bought had the maximum capacity. Most of the games had already been downloaded, and the battery was fully charged. He just clicked one to enter. Play and immerse yourself in the world of video games in no time.

But his game operation is really not good, and he has been out of touch with electronic products for several years. He was counter-killed by the blood monsters at the beginning. , I saw an envelope at my feet. Because it was not sealed, half of the letter paper fell out, probably from the gift bag just now.

He bent down to pick it up, and caught a glimpse of the scrawled writing on the snow-white letter paper, hurriedly put it away, put it in the gift bag, and peeked up at Ying Cheng's side face.

—Fortunately, he was still concentrating on driving.

He lived to death, with sincerity in his heart.

He once pressed a huge stone on his heart with his own hands, sealing off all his blood.

And now, this boulder has been