MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-Chapter 15 Chapter 15

Huang Xingren, director of technical investigation, reached his middle age, his head was bright, and he hurriedly moved his side with his side, talking and shooting like a machine gun. "Last night the data was restored to 11 o'clock, and I came to work at 4 o'clock this morning, hurry up After finishing the evening, I ’ll go to my kid ’s parent ’s meeting ... Hi! His father and I have been trained by the class teacher as grandson again. This time you count again and you wo n’t be able to see me. Do n’t fight for it, Lao Tzu will die. he!"

Yan l comforted him: "It's okay, isn't this going to be a policeman in the future?"

Huang Xing froze, his eyes fell on Yan, and he said subconsciously, "That's not OK!"

Yan l: "..."

"Where did you just say?" Huang Xing coughed casually: "Oh, yes, restore the data."

Yan l: "………………"

"The victim Feng Yuguang's photo album, address book, and recent contacts, including WeChat account data, have been restored. Only WeChat chat records are temporarily unavailable. Alas, the call record is here. The last phone call before the victim's life was a non-real-name registered mobile phone card. Triangular positioning is impossible and the owner cannot be identified. "

Yan l pointed to the second line of the list: "What about this?"

This is an outgoing call, which is only three minutes away from the last mysterious access call, and the call lasts forty-eight seconds.

Forty-eight seconds, the length is not long, the length is not short; if it is the agreed place to meet, it may be too close.

"This," said Huang Xing, "the owner is Ding Dang, the daughter of Feng Yuguang's internship director of the company, a 21-year-old art school student. The victim has talked to her frequently in the past month. To be honest, I It is estimated that the two children were in love near the water tower, and they were in love. "

Yan l smiled slightly.

Huang Xing doubted: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed you guessed wrong. The victim and this girl could not be in a relationship." Yan lapped the bag with his cell phone and said, "Don't you gamble?"

"..." Huang Xing cautiously said, "I advise you to look at the call log before talking."

"Don't look, I know."

"Why do you know?"

Yan laughed without answering, "Don't you gamble?"

Huang Xing quit and said, "Aren't you raising the bar?"

"What's up, I'm a reasonable guess based on facts. You don't fully understand the case ..."

A figure rushed upstairs in a hurry, almost hitting Yan with his head: "--- Ouch!"

Yan L was quick and clear, and at the critical moment, he avoided the white unknown liquid from the splashing face, and also saved himself a two hundred dollar a dozen black t-shirt from Taobao last year. Zhang! "

Han Xiaomei had soy milk in one hand and buns in another, as if frightened fawn: "Ah, Yan team! You you you me me me ..."

Huang Xing couldn't bear to support his forehead.

"Are you here for work or for a picnic ?!" Yan l was out of anger, "Where's Gao, Gao Panqing? Let you take this girl, and you let her run to eat buns in the morning?" Lao Gao from the field team brought me over! "

"Not Gao, not!" Han Xiaomei stopped him in a hurry: "Yan, your friend, I went to your office just now, and he said you asked me to buy something to eat—"

Yan l: "..."

Yan L's face changed, as if an active volcano was about to erupt, suddenly surrendered under the power of nature called "Gangzhan".

"Friend?" Huang Xingqi said.

"... Oh, I called to witnesses at the scene and forgot about him as soon as I got busy."

Yan L grabbed steamed buns and soy milk from the grieved Han Xiaomei, thought about it, plugged it back, and threw the victim's cell phone in the exhibit bag to Huang Xing, saying: "The victim was transferred to Jianning The most frequently contacted people, including the one named Ding Dang, called each other to ask questions, and then asked Lao Gao to arrange a transcript for me. "Then he grabbed the bun and soy milk again, and looked at Han Xiaomei up and down, angrily:"- —How do you wear a police uniform? Don't pack your shirt in your pants! "

Han Xiaomei: "………………"

Yan l took the bun and walked away.

"Don't care about these two stupid people." Huang Xing, who was clapping and crying, was nodding in the direction that Yan l left: "——A man in his thirties can't find his wife, why is there no reason? . "

Yan L sat on the edge of his desk and shook the steaming plastic bag in front of Jiangzhan. When the other person raised his hand, he shrank back. "Pop!" He threw the case analysis report to the desktop and said, " Alas, work first. "

Jiang Zhan's hand stopped in mid-air, then he took it back calmly: "Don't look."

Yan said, "What about you now, my life is in my hands, and I advise you to be honest and obedient ..."

Jiang Zang looked up, his face white and snowy: "Don't look."

Yan was stunned by his dark eyes and his bloodless face. He froze for a while, quickly inserted the straw into the soy milk cup, tore the layer of paper under the bun skin, and put his hands in front of him.

Jiang Zhe stared at him silently for a few seconds, and finally leaned forward slowly, drank soy milk in his hand, and forgive him and took it early.

Yan knows his reasons: "You said that you had hypoglycemia. You didn't tell me to stop and buy something on the way. Who can blame? Oh, I still have half a packet of biscuits. Look, No one is deliberately hungry, are you ... "

"Fan Zhengyuan takes drugs?"

Jiang Zhan turned the case while biting the bun, and stopped on the pages of the autopsy result.

"Nasal suction plus intravenous injection, old churros. Why?"

Jiang Zhan pointed at a line in the analysis report and said, "How do you think that the amphetamine | amine compound in his pants pocket is for yourself?"

His question is exactly the same as that raised by Yan at the case analysis meeting just now.

Yan l has an interesting taste: "Why didn't he eat it himself?"

"Intravenous injections usually use white | powdered diacetylmorphine No. 4, which stimulates the release of dopamine from nerve walking cells. As long as the injection is over a period of time, the number of dopamine receptors in the brain will decrease rapidly; so In order to achieve the existing level of stimulation, all severe drug addicts will continue to increase the injection volume. Feng Yuguang ’s phenylpropanylamine compound in the body is a lightweight class that seduce novices, and he has minimal nerve stimulation to Fan Zhengyuan. He takes it by himself It's unlikely. "

Yan L looked up and down at Jiang Stop, his eyes flickered slightly, and then smiled a little strangely: "How do you know, maybe he just looks at this kind of tablets conveniently, cheaply, and eats it as a snack."

"Impossible." Jiang Zhan casually flipped through the report. "The diacetylmorphine No. 4 is expensive to fool the layman. The actual market goods do not know how much glucose and talc are mixed, and the price is not necessarily higher than that of styrene-acrylic | The amine composition is high. Moreover, the strength of morphine is not too strong. It is very uncomfortable to mix with other pumps. Fan Zhengyuan does not need to be so dry. "

The office only heard him rummaging through the autopsy report without any other noise.

"... you know a lot about the drug business," Yan said abruptly after a while.

This remark was obviously wrong, and Jiang Zhan finally felt something, his eyelids were raised, and he was hit with Yan's sharp eyes.

"——What are you looking at?" Jiang Zhan asked, "I have been doing drug hunting for more than ten years. Why don't you understand?"

Yan l was about to say something, and suddenly the phone rang.

"Hey Lao Qin, uh, OK, you said ... yes, did you find it?"

I do n’t know what Qin Chuan said on the other side of the phone. Yan l jumped from his desk, quickly grabbed the car key, and picked up his coat: "Okay, go to search Fan's home, and send it to me at another address. Just go in person. "

Jiang stopped slowly to eat his buns, but the plastic bag was taken away by Yan Leng: "Yeah, eat, hurry with me, eat while walking in the car."

Jiangzhan frowned, "What are you doing?"

"The anti-drug detachment found Fan Zhengyuan's other hiding place other than his home, and was preparing to arrange an informant to take us there." Yan looked at the buns in the plastic bag, and slanted his lips disgustingly: "Oh, milky yellow. You have such an appetite, can you be more pampered? "

He turned around with a bun and walked out, cold suddenly, and Jiang stopped by the cuff: "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhanba was sitting in an armchair motionlessly, and Yan was standing, only to see him shaking the case analysis in his hand, saying, "Your investigation is not in the right direction."

Everything is like a repetition of the argument in the conference room three hours ago, except that the role of Yan L has been changed, and the reasoning party has been replaced by Jiang Zhan.

Yan l laughed inwardly, but the surface was not obvious at all, and said coldly, "What's wrong?"

"The criminal investigation detachment's suspicion of Fan Zhengyuan's drug involvement is based on the discovery of drug residues on him and suspected of gun robbery. But you and I know that Fan Zhengyuan himself has nothing to do with gun robbery. The only purpose of his appearance, It was my life, but I was cut off halfway. "

"So what?" Yan l intentionally said.

"Anyone who kills Fan Zhengyuan can take anything from him and leave behind. How do you know that the drug residues in his pocket are not a means by which the killer induced the police to shift the focus of the investigation?"

Yan l stood with his arms in his arms, and seemed to think for a moment, lazily: "No, your speculation has almost no factual basis. Besides, the police went to investigate Fan Zhengyuan. There is no problem. Is there any benefit to the murderer?"

-This question from Deputy Director Wei is the key to Yan's argument at the case analysis meeting. He wants to know how Jiang Zhan will answer.

"Yes," Jiang Ding said. "Get time."

Yan l for a moment.

"I suggest that you send someone to follow Fan Zhengyuan's line, and at the same time increase your efforts, re-examine Hu Weisheng in person, re-examine his residence, bank account, and mail exchanges." Jiang Zhan said: "The killer does not hesitate to look under your deputy head The killing of people means that for him, the situation that needs to be covered has reached a very serious level. If the police are biased by him and the investigation speed is slowed down, then Feng Yuguang's death is likely to become as unclear as the Gongzhou case. ending."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yan narrowed his eyes: "... When you investigated the case, a similar situation occurred?"

Jiang Zhan was indifferent in the eyes of his inspection, got up and took the plastic bag with the buns in Yan l's hand, and threw it into the wastebasket.

"It's cold," he said.

Jianning Lao Machinery Factory was once a dazzling pearl in the southwest. In the 1970s, a large and busy industrial zone was established in the eastern suburbs, with vigorous production lines, independent hospitals, schools, post offices and other infrastructure facilities. Workers retire, their children go to work, state-owned enterprises issue food and oil tickets and meat tickets, and they also issue bicycle tickets and even refrigerator tickets on New Year's Day. Iron rice bowls have been passed down from generation to generation. Most of the girls in Jianning are married to the workers ’families in the eastern suburbs. Rong.

The glory did not decline until the late 1980s, and it was not until the 1990s that there was a wave of laid-offs. Since then, state-owned factories have fallen into ruins.

In the bustling family area of ​​the past, people now go upstairs, and under the setting sun, there are still broken walls and huge demolition characters written everywhere. The confectionery set up by the plastic shed was pasted with colorful and faded instant noodle ads. Several dirty children squatted beside the ditch to play, and from time to time they screamed in dialects.

Even in this kind of place, Ferrari is like a trampoline. Yan finally gave up, and turned the brakes on and off. He said, "No, it ’s just acrobatics if you drive any further. Trouble Jiang team, take two steps. . "

The dormitory in the industrial area is an old-fashioned zitong building. Nowadays, not to mention ten rooms and nine empty rooms, there are at least five or six empty rooms. Although the afterglow outside was still in the corridor, it was dark, and walked in a little bit. After years of dampness and mildew, they scrambled to dig into people's seven tricks, and Jiang stopped cold and shivered: "A sneeze!"

Yan l opened his way in front of the phone and said, "Are you too weak?"

Jiang Zhe didn't answer.

Yan l squeezed sideways across the corner of the corridor and piled up mountain-like debris, carefully stepping on the difficult steps, and finally climbed to the sixth floor. A quilt hangs outside the walkway facing the patio. Each door inside the walkway is tightly closed, and the fourth door goes in. A worn yellow wooden door is affixed with a police seal.

Jiang Zeng's arms were wrapped around his chest, and he looked at the surrounding environment inch by inch. Suddenly, Yan Leng handed a green army coat: "Huh."

"No." Jiang Zhan didn't even mean to reach out: "I can't afford to lose it."

Yan only wears a black short-sleeved t-shirt. The solid shoulder muscles are particularly obvious. He couldn't help but put a coat on his head: "Come on, in case you get sick in the cold, should I look back ... ... "

Jiang Zhan finally told the truth: "When was the last time you washed your clothes?"

Yan l: "..."

The two eyes widened and narrowed. After a while, Yan opened the lock with a click of the key, and said coldly: "Be honest, don't make so much nonsense."

The room was damp and dark, and the door opened with an indescribable odor. Yan l covered his nose to turn on the light. Who expected that the electric meter had been stung, but he had no choice but to continue to use his mobile phone to light it. He saw debris and **** all over the ground. The investigators thoroughly inspected it twice. Terrible.

Jiangzhan stepped into the door carefully, stood by the low wooden bed, and frowned slightly to look around.

"The field team came and searched twice, Lao Gao means, every rat in this house is named and registered." Yan l politely rubbed him with his elbow: "Why, Jiang team has never seen Living environment of the low-end population? What do you think? "

Jiang stopped and took Yan's cell phone, squatted down on the ground, illuminated it along the bed, the seams and the roots of the wall, thinking for a while.

Yan Liao said, "What about you?"

"I don't think so." Jiang Zhan flatly said, "My low-end population has grown up like this."

Yan l for a moment.

Jiang stopped and walked to the table, and saw several thermos bottles being discharged side by side. Debris piled up on shabby plastic plates that could not see the color. The leftover instant noodles and the "skating" pot were next to each other. A thick layer of white mold has formed on the soup.

Jiangzhan stood there, and seemed to have encountered some intractable problems. His long, black brows were twisted, and the curve from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, lips, and even the neck formed an elegant and chic outline in the light and shadow.

Suddenly he opened the chair and sat down, Yan couldn't stop it, and saw that he was sitting straight in front of the bowl of moldy smelly convenience, as if he was reaching for chopsticks.

"Hey you……"

As soon as Jiang stopped raising his hand, Yan l's voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhan raised his head and thoughtfully looked to the opposite side, his eyes naturally fell on the broken and incomplete window at the other end of the room, which was barely covered by the newspaper.

Yan doesn't know what he's looking at, but can only stare at him without blinking. I saw Jiang stopped and walked up to the window, searching for the oil-stained window sills and wooden edges by light, and suddenly reached out and pushed the deformed wooden sash.

Huh!

The window was pushed open, and the evening breeze swept in, and the disgusting odor in the room was washed away a lot.

"——Come here," Jiang Zhan pointed at the window sill, his voice was not disturbed, and said, "The work of your field team is also rough enough." 2k novel reading network