A charming and dangerous character

With the arrival of the second snow, time has come to the winter solstice in the blink of an eye.

The winter solstice came very early this year. It used to be a day close to the end of December in the Gregorian calendar, but this year it rarely happened at the beginning of December.

Although after a meeting with Zhao Yiwei to sort out the case, the "[-]" Jiang Nanxi's murder case had the latest clues, and the name of Du Jialan, the former foreman of Yetianchi, finally surfaced—everyone knew that she was Yetianchi's The inside story that the middle-level people know is definitely not much more.

It's just a pity that this female leader ended up like Jiang Nanxi in the end, and only ended up dying. Naturally, the police can't expect to find anything from the dead.

But in this way, the people involved in the case have expanded from Qiu Chuyi, who is both the suspect and the husband of the victim, to Amber, who is related to Qiu Chuyi and is now dead. She knows many secrets but refuses to speak. Zhou Wenbin, and Du Jialan, the former leader who Jiang Nanxi worked with.

However, the police were unable to draw a correct conclusion as to whether these characters were all related to the "[-]" and what kind of relationship they had.

But one thing Song Zhengrong can be sure of now is that no matter how complicated the relationship between the characters is, they all have more or less connections with that huge organization—Ye Tianchi.

And the police have always known that Yetianchi is one of the legitimate companies that the criminal group that Xiong Taili's experts have tracked down over the years is operating on the surface.

Therefore, whether Zhou Wenbin took the initiative to "reveal" to the police what kind of contract Qiu Chuyi had signed with Ye Tianchi, or whether the bodies of Amber and Du Jialan were discovered by the police in the area where the criminal group may be operating-these people may have something to do with Ye Tianchi. Tianchi has something to do with the evil organization behind it.

It stands to reason that Song Zhengrong can definitely find something as long as he continues to search along the line of Ye Tianchi and the criminal group, but the problem is also here.

Expert Xiong has spent many years and failed to get rid of this criminal group, which is enough to show that this underground organization is very cunning and good at dealing with the police.As an apprentice, Song Zhengrong didn't think he could be much better than his master.

But recently, he has been vaguely feeling a strong premonition: It seems that Ye Tianchi or this criminal group is exhausted, otherwise it would not have been found so many loopholes by the police recently.

Perhaps, the wish that Xiong experts have failed to fulfill for many years will finally come true in the near future.

This is obviously a good thing to be gratified, but after thinking about it repeatedly, Song Zhengrong inexplicably felt that the whole process was going too smoothly - so much so that he began to think that there was still a pair of big hands behind it, maybe it was it that silently Pushing everyone forward in the direction it set.

"...Captain Song, today is the winter solstice, everyone said they are going to a restaurant tonight, will you go out to eat with us?"

A very sunny voice pulled Song Zhengrong's thoughts out of his own world.

Soon, he saw a young man with a smiling face poking in from outside the office door, but his appearance was relatively unfamiliar, he should be a trainee police officer who had just joined the team.

The winter solstice is not a big festival, but it is also one of the festivals in the north where eating dumplings symbolizes reunion. Obviously, the police officer who took the initiative to send out the invitation must also be a person who loves organizing and participating in group activities during school. Lively youth.

However, when the young police officer realized that his abrupt question seemed to have accidentally interrupted Dui Song's thoughts, he couldn't help but become anxious: "Duce Song, I'm sorry! Did I disturb you just now..."

It wasn't until now that Song Zhengrong came back to his senses. When he suddenly raised his head, he saw that the clock on the wall had pointed to seven o'clock in the afternoon.

It gets dark early in winter in the north, and now the street lights outside the window don't know when to turn on, but Song Zhengrong didn't notice it at all because he was deep in thought.

But he didn't blame this rash subordinate, instead, he comforted him in a gentle tone: "It's okay, don't bother." After thinking for a while, he said: "You guys should go eat, I have urgent matters to deal with later, I won’t go over to join in the fun with you.”

But before the young police officer left, Song Zhengrong stopped him again, and that handsome face rarely showed a smile.

"And I'm going to treat you tonight, don't save me money, each of you should eat more dumplings—"

As soon as the voice on this side fell, I didn't expect that there were cheers one after another outside the door: "Long live Song team!"

It seems that this young police officer is just a pioneer who volunteered to come in, and there should be many trainee police officers who are as lively and active as him standing outside.

The young man smiled and bowed to Song Zhengrong to thank him: "On behalf of everyone, I would like to thank Team Song for their generosity!"

Noticing that the young man's eyes were brighter, Song Zhengrong's lips could not help but bend deeper: "By the way, don't forget to ask the store for the invoice. I wish you all a happy winter solstice in advance!"

After all the young policemen left the corridor of the police station and quieted down, Song Zhengrong suddenly got up from his seat, casually took a coat from the hanger and put it on his body.

He withdrew all the gentleness and smile just now, and his expression returned to his previous sternness, and then he headed towards the parking lot of the police station with a clear purpose, and it seemed that he was about to drive away from the police station.

Yes, he does have one more "important" thing waiting to be done.

When Song Zhengrong drove his Volvo several times, from the police station on the outskirts of the city to a more remote open space, a solid building with a gray appearance soon appeared in front of his eyes.

This is Song Zhengrong's destination this time. Although there is no sign marking the name and purpose of the building at the door, the insiders who belong to the police should know that this is the hospital of S City Prison.

After parking the car, Song Zhengrong took out two beautifully packaged food bags from the co-pilot's seat. Occasionally, he could see a trace of heat coming out of them, but he couldn't tell what was inside.

Then he walked into the hospital lobby with ease, and took the elevator directly to the sixth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a choking smell of disinfectant water mixed with decay surrounded him instantly, but Song Zhengrong didn't seem to be able to smell it, and his face was still stern covered by winter.

He didn't rush to go deeper into the corridor, but came to the front desk of this floor first.

The nurses and guards here are already familiar with him, so when they see Song Zhengrong, they will smile and say hello to him: "Team Song is here again!"

Song Zhengrong also forced a kind smile at them, and then he distributed the food bag in his hand to the nurse: "Today's winter solstice, these are the dumplings I just bought, and they are still warm, I will give them to you for evening shift snacks." night."

The nurses and guards couldn't help but smile even more happily when they heard that someone was delivering food: "Then thank you, Team Song!"

But before the nurses and guards went to eat dumplings, Song Zhengrong asked her to find out the list of people who had visited the special ward on the sixth floor during his absence.

Because this matter did not violate the regulations in the hospital, the nurse nodded happily and agreed.

The snow-white paper was constantly being flipped at the fingertips, but no matter how carefully Song Zhengrong checked it, there was only one person's name "Cheng Ye" written on it.

It's just that there is no "Qiu Chuyi" he wants to see.

It seems that Qiu Chuyi's name has never appeared here for so many years.

The quartz clock hanging on the gray and white wall suddenly rang, which was a reminder that it was eight o'clock in the evening.

It was clear that it hadn't snowed when we came here, but when we looked out of the window at this moment, there were already countless snowflakes in the sky.

It's just that the sound of snow falling outside was covered by the bell's ringing just now. Of course, it was also completely covered, and there might also be the faint sigh that stayed on the man's lips.

In the end, Song Zhengrong put down the visitor list in his hand.

Then he picked up the remaining bag of dumplings, and walked more heavily than before to a ward at the end of the corridor.

The sixth floor is the key nursing floor of this special hospital, and every ward is filled with critically ill patients who cannot be paroled for medical treatment.And this corner room is also the only key ward that has professional equipment that many large hospitals do not have.

Of course, all these medical devices were purchased with private funds, without spending a cent of tax money from the people.

Song Zhengrong's footsteps stopped at the door of this "special" ward.

Through the fully transparent glass above, he saw the haggard man lying in the room with tubes all over his body.

However, he was not unfamiliar with this scene.

Because whether in reality or in a dream, Song Zhengrong has seen countless times.

Although the man has just passed the age of knowing his destiny, but because he has been relying on those high-end instruments for these years to barely maintain his life, both his body and his face have long been worn down by illness, as if only a layer of skin is still wrapped The bones of the whole body.

Song Zhengrong almost couldn't even remember the man's handsome appearance back then.

Every time he entered this special hospital, Song Zhengrong's heart was filled with an indescribable complex emotion, and for him, it was no different from going through that torture again that he couldn't bear to look back on.

When Song Zhengrong glimpsed the deep ridge of his face in the reflection of the glass from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but think again of Huang Rong's saying that he "has the appearance of a typical villain".

Actually, what Huang Rong said was correct.

At least the younger and more youthful Song Zhengrong seven years ago, in his own eyes now, is nothing more than a despicable bum who bases all his success on the pain of others.