Swallowing the Seas

The sharp fire alarm rang through the building, and the sound of fire trucks could be heard faintly in the distance.In the presidential guest room on the 9th floor of the hotel, a young man in a black suit, white shirt and with an M[-] pistol on his waist clutched a walkie-talkie and slammed open the door. A dozen or so bodyguards in the room stood up.

"The news has leaked out, the police are here soon." The young man didn't look at anyone else, he looked straight at the man who was slowly passing through the window, "Sorry Mr. Phillip, time is very short, please follow me immediately, the car is going upstairs Wait for us."

Shark nodded and said nothing, walked to his side, and stopped as if remembering something: "That's right."

"Yes."

"Tell me, how much is the police willing to pay to catch me?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question suddenly, but he still replied calmly: "Capturing Mr. Phillip is a great feat, and it should be able to increase his rank and rank, so I guess the other party will send out a lot of money at all costs." Police force."

Shark nodded and repeated with interest: "At all costs."

The sound of the fire siren in the wind became more and more clear, but he seemed not in a hurry at all. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the air. After a while, a regretful smile finally appeared in his icy blue eyes:

"Twelve years, painter, even sacrificing the life of a legendary undercover agent like you is not hesitating?"

The young man's pupils shrunk.

In the next moment, he raised his hand to his lower back like lightning, but the shark moved faster than him, and the muzzle of the M9 gun was firmly pressed against his temple: "Don't, move."

The young man frowned slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, you..."

His words stopped abruptly, the shark held a gun in one hand, and the other reached into the open skirt of his suit jacket, took out a small signal transmitter from the inner pocket, threw it on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and made a light click. ring.

"I never doubted you, because you were the only one who insisted from the beginning to the end that we were infiltrated with the police. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't think about it at all. But it is also because of your persistence that I believe so You, so that you were lured into a trap step by step, and finally trapped in this building." The shark put the muzzle of the M9 gun on the young man's left temple, and smiled: "This psychological warfare is so beautiful. Looking back, every word, every expression and even every look you said in the past 72 hours can't find the slightest flaw."

"..."

After a long stalemate, a miraculous change finally took place in the young man's expression. The gentleness that always had a three-point smile receded like a tide, revealing the cold and harsh rocky beach below. Still very calm: "So where did you find something wrong?"

The shark looked at him with complicated meanings: "——10 minutes ago, negative three-story garage, why did you go downstairs to open the hidden door in the corner of L3 area?"

The young man closed his eyes.

"Such a hidden and narrow door is not reserved for your colleagues in the police." Shark leaned forward slightly, pressed against his right ear, and said softly: "It seems that not only those who are eager to get out of the police network today Me alone, am I?"

"The car is ready, boss." A bodyguard answered the phone and reported in a low voice.

The shark nodded, and stood upright, staring at the young man's face that was motionless in the light and shadow: "Farewell, painter."

The bullets clicked and loaded.

People may have many reactions before they die. The golden-married couple is separated from Lao Yan, the close relatives give up their flesh and blood, the iron-boned hero is weak and crying, and the wretched villain stands upright.But the painter didn't respond at all.His closed eyelids seemed to tighten for a moment, but it was really only for a moment, and then he relaxed, opened his eyes slightly, and looked down at the void in front of him.

"..."

Time stood still for a moment, and the shark suddenly lowered his gun.

"I don't want to see you die in front of me." He turned his head and told his subordinates, "Kill him after I leave."

"Yes!"

"I hope the last image of you in my mind is good and complete." The shark looked at the young man gently and said, "Goodbye, painter."

The young man didn't answer.

Shark put away his gun, passed by and walked towards the door. A dozen bodyguards hurriedly followed, and their chaotic footsteps disappeared in the distance of the corridor in an instant.

The door was slammed shut, and there were only three armed men in the room pointing at him from different directions, and the bullets were loaded at the same time.At that moment, the young man instinctively took half a step back, turned his head and caught a glimpse of something hanging on the closed doorknob——

It was a white hotel towel.

All actions happen in this second:

The siren came from a distance with the wind, and the three of them pulled the trigger at the same time; the moment the bullet was ejected, the young man pulled out the towel like lightning, and at the same time kicked the coffee table in front of him heavily. The heavy glass coffee table roared into the air and was caught by three bullets Beat it to pieces!

Tens of thousands of glass exploded, and the sky was full of debris.Screams and bullets were intertwined. In the next second, the young man broke through the glass waterfall in mid-air like a ghost. The towel wrapped between his hands had turned into a noose, and the pistol of the bodyguard in front of him was twisted instantly when he landed!

bang bang!The pistol hit the wall and went off, and the bullet pierced through the entire floor-to-ceiling window.

Bang, bang, bang, bullets flew around, the young man twisted the bodyguard's neck with a towel, and stood in front of him, and the meat shield was beaten into a blood sieve by the other two in the blink of an eye!

The shark stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter boss?"

"..." Shark seemed to sense something, stood in front of the hotel building and raised his head in disbelief, watching the glass window on the sixteenth floor burst suddenly——

Under the leaden sky, the young man leaned forward and stood on the window sill, lowered his head to look at him, and the blood on his white cheeks was blown away by the strong wind.

The shark's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Protect the boss!" "Hurry up!" "Get in the car!" "Go!!"...

The screams of the crowd, chaotic footsteps, approaching sirens and red and blue flashes were all shredded and pushed away at that moment, turning into a silent background in the wind.

The young man raised his bloody left hand and pulled off his tie, unfastened the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, then gripped the handle of the gun tightly, and jumped down under the terrified gazes of the crowd!

——That was the day when the shark was the closest to death in his life, and it was also the moment when he felt the word fear most clearly.

From that day forward, he would never put a gun to an opponent's head and leave the trigger for someone else to pull.Just like he will never forget the God of War who descended from the sky, wrapped in a cold wind and a sharp blade, approaching his eyes, the memory will freeze the scene of looking at each other forever, until a long time later, it will be as clear as yesterday.

That would be the last time he made the same mistake in his life.

……

dong dong dong!dong dong dong!

Jiang Ting held two plastic bags and pushed the door of the team leader's office: "Wu Yu, you... yo, what's wrong with you!"

After a few bangs, Wu Yu woke up suddenly from behind the desk, stood up like an electric shock, instinctively put one hand into his arms, and then fixed his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Ting, so he sat back with a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ting laughed dumbfounded: "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Wu Yu rubbed his bloodshot eyes with the heel of his palm, and said vaguely, "I just fell asleep and had a dream."

"What dream?"

"Jump off the building."

"I always dream of falling from a high place, which may indicate that there is something wrong with the coronary arteries of the heart." Jiang Ting pulled the chair behind the team leader's desk and sat down, took out two food boxes from the plastic bag, and put one in front of him. One was placed in front of Wu Yu: "But I'm still curious, you, a humanoid self-propelled jumping machine, would have nightmares about jumping off a building? Couldn't it be that you jumped off the eighth floor?"

"The one who jumped down from the eighth floor is Spider-Man." Wu Yu laughed at himself under Jiang Ting's teasing gaze, "If there are no obstacles on the floor, I might turn into an idiot if I fall from the third floor. The death rate above the fourth floor is close to [-]%. But if there is a soft buffer every ten meters, then there is still a [-]% possibility of survival below the sixteenth floor, and the sixteenth floor is purely resigned to fate, and it is basically impossible to survive.”

Jiang Ting couldn't help laughing, Wu Yu opened the food box and took a look: "Why are you eating rice cereal with me?"

I saw that the two lunch boxes on the table were a paste made of vegetables and shrimp. The smell was actually okay, but the appearance was really disgusting.Wu Yu can only eat this stuff recently, any solid thing that needs to be chewed is tasteless to him, and the mechanical swallowing behavior without any taste will stimulate the throat to produce a vomiting reaction, which is really a kind of suffering.

"You think too much," Jiang Ting smiled and scooped up a spoonful of vegetable and shrimp paste: "I just happened to have an inflamed wisdom tooth."

Wu Yu withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"What is there to thank between you and me?"

Jiang Ting tore the bread he brought into small pieces, and was about to eat two bites when the door was knocked twice again. Forensic doctor Xiao Gui poked his head in with a stack of autopsy reports: "Oh, I'm eating, I'm eating What a good thing... what the hell!"

"What are you looking at? This is the diet meal for your Wu detachment." Jiang Ting put down the bread and wiped his hands, then glanced at Xiaogui's forensic doctor with a smile: "You've gained weight."

Forensic doctor Xiao Gui said, "What kind of diet is so disgusting?" Before he could say it, he was shocked by Associate Professor Jiang's nuclear bomb attack: "I'm not, I didn't..."

"The waist circumference was 75 and the hip circumference was 82 when I saw you last time. Now it's close to 85. You must have gained a few catties." Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows at the "weight loss meal": "Would you like to try it with us?"

There were two clattering sounds of kraft paper bags, Xiao Gui, the forensic doctor, blocked the front with one hand and the back with the other, emphasizing with embarrassment and indignation: "I, I'm just wearing the long johns that Cai Lin's mother knitted for our team!"

From Gongzhou to Jianning, from Jianning to Jinhai, Jiang Ting once again proved with his strength why Associate Professor Jiang didn't hold grudges, because he avenged them on the spot.He nodded leisurely and said nothing, and took out the kraft paper bag from Xiaogui's forensic doctor: "What is this, technical investigation report?"

"It's the detailed on-site physical and chemical analysis results of Peng Wan's murder." Forensic doctor Xiao Gui gasped for breath, trying to return his waistline to 75, and said in a low voice, "Because Xiao Wu raised the relevant video with the city bureau." It’s a new point of view on voice comparison, so Director Geng agreed to pass on some of the information to us, and specifically told me that it is highly confidential, and told me to hand it over to Team Leader Wu in person, and no one else in the middle.”

Jiang Ting and Wu Yu stopped at the same time and looked at each other.

It seems that Director Geng is very aware of the pros and cons, and he also knows that in Peng Wan's case, there are people inside who are not clean.

Wu Yu took the information and flipped through it for a while. The content was not too special. They had basically read it the day they were at the Municipal Bureau.The technical investigation went through every inch of the floor, and determined that the time of Peng Wan's death was no more than 10 minutes around the opening of the secret room, which basically coincided with the time when the kidnappers opened Bu Chonghua's mobile phone to exchange signals with the base station—of course they did. It took about 10 minutes to get to the secret room scene.Most of the dozens of pages full are speculations about killing people from the outside using various tools and methods, which are basically useless now.

The extraction of biological samples such as fingerprints and footprints is not optimistic, mainly because rescuers broke in and hospital ambulances arrived, which inevitably caused great damage to the scene.Wu Yu concentrated on flipping back to the end, but couldn't see anything, so he shook his head and closed the file: "First store it in..."

"Wait." Jiang Ting, who was standing beside him, suddenly reached out and pressed one of the pages.

"how?"

"..." Jiang Ting picked up the physical and chemical report, and murmured, "A small amount of zinc oxide was found in the end of a lock of hair from the corpse?"

The biological sample of the corpse found countless chemical elements. After all, he hadn't washed his hair or bathed for a week, and he was rubbing around in the secret room. The chemical formula in the physical and chemical test results wrote a full half page.It is impossible to expect criminal investigators to suddenly become chemists, so the current survey will only mark out toxic substances, chemicals that are commonly encountered in daily life-such as lipstick, foundation, perfume, hair conditioner residues, etc. Basically, I listed a rough idea.

Zinc oxide itself is also one of the most common chemical elements in daily life. It can be used for dermatitis, allergies, burns, abrasions and even mosquito bites. Every household has zinc oxide ointment.So Jiang Ting suddenly mentioned it, and Xiao Gui's forensic doctor almost didn't react.

"Oh, that." Forensic doctor Xiao Gui thought that Jiang Ting didn't know what zinc oxide was: "It might be a mosquito bite or an ointment for prickly heat rubbing, or I bought a three-no micro business mask for cheap. That thing will be mixed with zinc oxide." Zinc oxide particles are added to rub against the skin to exfoliate and cover blemishes, which can make the blackheads on the skin less obvious, but in fact it will aggravate closed acne. Peng Wan’s economic situation is not good, so it is estimated that he often uses It’s not surprising that this kind of micro-business product has corpses left behind.”

Jiang Ting nodded, and suddenly asked, "Can the mask residue last for a week?"

"what?"

"It took Peng Wan a week from kidnapping to being murdered. Seven days later, zinc oxide was still found in hair samples. If she didn't use scald ointment to make face cream, then she probably used prickly heat medicine to make a hair mask."

"!"

Forensic doctor Xiao Gui woke up like a dream, and saw Jiang Ting throwing the physical and chemical report on the table, and asked, "Do you still have the victim's clothes?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Take the coat and do another test to see if you can detect starch, food coloring, methyl paraben and water spot prevention liquid from the blood." Jiang Ting said: "Teach you a little life tip, zinc oxide can not only Making a mask is also one of the most common ingredients in the film industry and Halloween celebrations - prop blood."

Xiao Gui's forensic doctor stared wide-eyed, and convincingly made an OK gesture: "Yes!" Then he ran away in a hurry.

Wu Yu sat behind the desk, holding a spoon in his right hand and making thumbs up with his left hand, maintaining this posture: "I only have one question."

"Yes, that's right." Jiang Ting replied politely, "It was inspired by your idea that Peng Wan might be tricked in Director Geng's office that day."

"No, I want to ask..." Wu Yu pointed to the direction in which Xiaogui's forensic doctor ran away outside the door, "His waist circumference is between 76.5 and 78, isn't it too far from 85?"

The office was quiet, Jiang Ting picked up the diet meal, smiled and blinked.

"Round it up, don't be so serious."