never forget [criminal investigation]

This meal of dumplings was delicious.

Xing Yue got so carried away with the steamed dumplings made with beef stuffing made by Aunt Liu that his worries disappeared.

Later, the old couple wanted to keep him for dinner, but he sincerely declined.When they were finally let go, the street lights were all on.

Sitting in the car, Xiang Hai said sincerely, "Brother Xing, I found that you are really good at eating."

Xing Yue raised his eyelids, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Xiang Hai, I realize that you really owe me a lot."

Xiang Hai pulled out the seat belt buckle by himself, "You can't hit me, Auntie Liu can't wait to praise me every day, saying that I am good."

Xing Yue snorted coldly and started the car, "They still say I'm two meters tall. Do you believe it?"

Xiang Haile, "I believe it!"

"Fuck off."

The car drove out of the gate of the community and merged into the rolling traffic on the main road.

"Hey, Xiang Hai, why do I feel that the old director has been looking at me just now, as if he knows me." Xing Yue said while driving.

Several times, he found the old director staring at him, and he didn't even look away after he found out.He seemed to be in a trance, but also seemed to be in a trance, which made his hair stand on end.

Xiang Hai actually noticed it too, and he also found it strange that there should be no intersection between the old director and Xing Yue.

"You said he used to work at the Hexing Road Police Station?" Xing Yue didn't remember any dealings with this police station.

"Yes." Xiang Hai didn't hear the old director mention that he had any contact with the Zhenhua branch.

"Oh, forget it, I don't want to." If you can't figure it out, don't waste your brain cells.

"Maybe it's aesthetic fatigue. After all, I can only see me at ordinary times. You came today, and I feel fresh." Xiang Hai came up with such a reason for him.

Xing Yue couldn't help but glanced at him again, "Can you stop praising yourself?"

Xiang Hai laughed, his chest trembling, "If you don't praise me, I can only praise myself."

Xing Yue was about to say, "Then sit still, don't let me blow you away", when the phone rang suddenly.

Glancing at the screen, it turned out to be Cui Zhendong.There were quite a few cars on the road at the moment, so he pressed the speakerphone directly.

"Hello, Da Cui."

The other side directly said, "The person who kidnapped the child has been arrested, and we are now escorting him back to the bureau."

When Xing Yue heard this, he immediately regained his spirits, "Understood, I'll go there now."

After speaking, the phone over there hung up.

"Is something wrong?" Xiang Hai turned his head to ask him.

"Ah."

"Then put me down, I'll take a taxi back." Xiang Hai obviously felt the speed of the car pick up, and his back pressed against the seat.

"No, drop by, I'll send it back to you first." He took out the key and handed it over, "Help me get those things behind, I'm afraid they will be covered in the car."

"Okay." Xiang Hai took the key and put it in his pocket.

"Leave the key with you, I have another set."

"Oh." Xiang Hai's hand was still in his pocket, rubbing the teeth on the key with his fingertips, "Brother Xing, you really trust me."

"Are you kidding me?" Xing Yue turned his head to laugh at him, "If I can't even trust you, who else can I trust?"

Seeing that Xiang Hai stood there silently, he frowned again, "What do you mean? You can't trust me?"

"Believe." Xiang Hai leaned his head lightly on the back of the chair, "I believe."

The sky was getting darker and darker, and all kinds of cars on the road had already turned on their headlights, like pairs of eyes with different emotions, staring without blinking.

"By the way, Brother Xing, I heard that someone in your branch was injured?"

"You heard that too?"

"Yeah," Xiang Hai turned his face to look at him, "Is it serious?"

Xing Yue didn't speak, but stared heavily at the illuminated road in front of the car.

So Xiang Hai stopped asking, hesitated for a while, and said, "Brother Xing, then you should be careful."

The end of Xing Yue's eyes curled up, and he smiled, "Didn't you say that I can live a long life, my two-meter-long lifeline is just a joke?"

Xiang Hai didn't know what to say for a while.I wanted to tell him that it was my right hand that didn't work, but I was afraid that if I said it, it would really not work, so I could only turn my face back and find another topic, "The person on the phone just now seemed to be very rude. "

Xing Yue laughed, "Can you hear that too?"

"Ah." For some reason, Xiang Hai suddenly felt a little irritable, "I didn't call you Captain Xing, just being so straightforward, is it plausible?"

"What's the matter?" Xing Yue was even happier, "You can bark if you like, and don't bark if you don't like it. I don't want him to call me this time."

Xiang Hai folded his hands on his chest, frowned, and turned his gaze out of the car window, "Why is this person like this?"

Xing Yue stared at the rearview mirror by the window, turned the steering wheel, and the wheels ran over a bend, "Hey, it's not easy."

Put Xiang Hai downstairs, Xing Yue fought all the way back to the bureau.As soon as the car was parked, a police car roared into the courtyard, creaked, and stopped beside him.

The car door opened, Cui Zhendong jumped down in a hurry, glanced at Xing Yue, walked towards the door without saying a word.Behind Tian Xiang, a man in handcuffs got out of the car and greeted him, "Team Xing!"

Xing Yue came over and nodded at them, "Thanks for your hard work. Haven't you eaten yet?"

"No." Tian Xiang said,

"Okay, bring people in first, and I'll order takeaway for everyone later."

Tian Xiang and the others were all happy, "Thank you Team Xing!"

The interrogation room was brightly lit.A man in his 30s was sitting at the side of the table, with dry hair all over his head, and his whole body was piled in a mess in the chair.Sitting opposite Cui Zhendong and Xing Yue.

Cui Zhendong looked at the man coldly, threw the pen in his hand on the table, and pulled the stool under his butt forward, making a "squeak".The messy-haired man opposite trembled.

"Tell me, what have you done, don't drop a word, pour it out, it's clean."

The man raised his head, his face full of bitterness and hatred, "Comrade policeman, I, I was wronged, I really didn't do anything."

Cui Zhendong twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a "tsk".I don't know how many times I have heard this in this room, and I almost have antibodies to it.

When I entered this room, I was afraid that you would not speak.Whenever you open your mouth, lie, quibble, deny, even swear or cry, it is a breakthrough.

"Hou Qiang, if you said you were wronged, then tell me how you were wronged, and what have you been wronged?" Cui Zhendong was not in a hurry, and asked slowly.

As soon as the suspect opened his mouth just now, he knew that this person was not far from Quan Liu.Crying for grievances before being convicted is not much different from the 300 taels of no silver here.

Sure enough, the man named Hou Qiang opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Cui Zhendong is the presiding judge today, and Xing Yue is listening from the sidelines.He is still at ease in Cui Zhendong's handling of the case.

This person has his own way, especially when it comes to interrogation.He is especially good at exploiting the suspect's loopholes, and then pursues them step by step, taking the initiative.

"Hou Qiang, have you ever been to school? Do you understand the law?"

"Go, go to junior high school."

"Do you know the crime of abducting women and children?"

Hou Qiang lowered his head, "I, I didn't, I didn't..."

Cui Zhendong didn't seem to hear what he said, "The crime of abduction and trafficking of women and children is based on a ten-year basis, and it is not considered a cap until indefinite. If the evidence of the crime is solid but refuses to confess, or the circumstances are particularly serious," he paused, "You know what it means to go up indefinitely?"

Hou Qiang was so excited that he almost slipped out of his chair, "Comrade police, police, me, me, me..."

"Frankness is lenient, and resistance is stricter. For those who voluntarily confess the facts of the crime and perform meritorious service, such as assisting the public security organs in capturing accomplices, they will be given a lighter or mitigated punishment." Cui Zhendong ignored him and continued to preach like an endorsement.

"I said it, I said it all."

Cui Zhendong snorted, put his hands on the table, and waited for him to explain.

This Hou Qiang's family lives in a village more than 40 kilometers away from the Dongjiang River. He has no serious job and is unwilling to farm.

In the past two years, he came to Dongjiang to work and wanted to earn some money to spend, but he changed a few jobs in a row, either because he felt tired or had little money.Until later, I met a woman named Sister Yun.

According to his confession, this sister Yun is in her fifties and has worked in Dongjiang as a nanny for ten years.The reason why they approached Hou Qiang was that he seemed honest and short of money.

"What's this sister Yun's real name? Where does she live? How do you usually contact her?"

"I don't know what her name is. Everyone calls her Sister Yun. She always comes to me."

"Everyone?" Cui Zhendong frowned, "Who else is there besides you?"

"There is another one called Lao Bao, who should be her husband. There are a few others who have been contacted by her on the phone, and have never seen a real person."

"What did she ask you to do when she came to you?"

"She asked me to rent a house in a remote place, and then sent the child over for me to watch. Give me the address in two days and let me send it away."

"How many times have you done this?"

"Just, just this time, this is, the first time."

"Hou Qiang!" Cui Zhendong slapped the table suddenly, Hou Qiang was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his chair, and then his forehead was covered with sweat.

He raised his handcuffed arm and wiped it on his forehead a few times, "The third time."

After more than three hours of interrogation, everything Hou Qiang knew was wiped out.

Back in the office, Xing Yue asked Cui Zhendong, "What are your plans for the next step?"

Cui Zhendong lit a cigarette and smoked, "I must be looking for that sister Yun. She might have a child in her hand."

Xing Yue nodded, "But this matter needs to be kept quiet, we can't let the wind go, so as to prevent those people from jumping over the wall in a hurry, and get rid of the child in their hands."

Cui Zhendong glanced at him, then nodded.

Xing Yue also lit a cigarette and looked at the case record in his hand, "The child in the car last time, did his parents report the case?"

"Yes." Cui Zhendong didn't know what he meant by asking this again.

"Later, you investigated the recent cases of missing children in Dongjiang, did you find anything?" Xing Yue's eyes were still moving quickly on the paper

"Nothing was found." Cui Zhendong was still trying to figure out his intentions. "There were some who reported it, but they were all found later, and those children are basically quite old."

Only then did Xing Yue raise his eyes, threw the stack of papers on the table, and took a deep breath, "Don't you think it's strange? Listen to Hou Qiang, that Sister Yun has been messing around with children for the past two years. But why, no People report it?"

Xiang Hai took the key and opened the door of Xing Yue's house, turned on the light in the hall, put on the only pair of slippers, raised his head, and then suffocated for a while.

Uh...the boxes...are still there.

Most of the boxes were still neatly stacked, and a few were scattered to one side, disassembled, but the contents were still there.Probably looking for something, but after opening several blind boxes, they couldn't find it.

Xiang Hai felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to break out.But Xing Yue's things are not easy to move casually, so he can only choose not to look at them.

He carried the things he bought from the supermarket into the kitchen.Opened the refrigerator, sure enough, it was empty.

The food is sorted, neatly stacked, and filled to the brim.So the refrigerator finally became what Xing Yue hoped for.

Then he turned on the lights in each room and went around briefly.

The bed in the bedroom was neat and tidy, and the sheets didn't even have a single wrinkle.There is no light on the bedside table, there is a mug with a small half glass of water in it.

Opposite is a writing desk with only a laptop and a mobile phone charging cable on it.

At the foot of the bed is a nice single sofa with a set of pajamas on it.

In the other corner of the room was a simple hanger, on which were hung several shirts and a uniform.

Xiang Hai scratched his head, there is no wardrobe in this room?

He recalled that when Xing Yue moved, the original house had a wardrobe, but it was a customized one-piece wardrobe, which could not be moved away.

Leave the bedroom and go to the living room.

Sofa, coffee table, TV, air conditioner... everything you need, and it looks quite high-end.But there is obviously no interaction with the owner, and the TV is not even plugged in.

Back to those boxes again, Xiang Hai felt worried, worried for Xing Yue.

But thinking about it again, without these things, Xing Yue had a pretty good life these few days.Maybe what's in the box isn't essential either.

So what exactly does he need?

Xiang Hai feels that Xing Yue's life seems to be lacking in everything, but there is always something missing.

His own needs for these materials seem to have only been maintained at the lowest point of existence.

The refrigerator was empty, the high-end TV was not plugged in, there was no wardrobe, and only one of the four chairs by the dining table had been pulled out, just as he had left it in the morning.

He remembered the expression on Xing Yue's face when the woman named Qu Wei called him "Xiao Yue" in the supermarket.And later, he seemed to be possessed, desperately stuffing things into the cart.He even recalled that he was holding the bowl of soup, drinking it one spoon after another, and then shed tears one after another.

He suddenly felt that Xing Yue might not want much, but no one could give it to him.