Breaking Through the Clouds

It's still dark, I don't know when Lu Bureau woke up and heard the ringing of the outhouse phone.

Jingle bell ——

Jingle bell ——

He knew who called it.

As if repeated thousands of times, he rolled over and got out of bed, his swollen bare feet stepping on the cold floor tiles. Outside the window was the black wind of the moon, whistling and blowing his whistle, covering up his almost footsteps; he opened the door and heard a long rubbing sound from the lack of lubrication in the bedroom.

Jingle bell ——

Jingle bell ——

The phone flashed red in the dark.

He stood in front of the jumping red dot and stared at the telephone, feeling that his fat body seemed to melt into the winter night, turning into futile and cold water vapor.

"Take it," he heard a sharp, sharp voice, "take it--"

Jingle bell ——

Jingle bell ——

With a click, Lu Bureau raised his receiver.

Just like the old recorder was clicked and the playback button was clicked, the tape started to rotate, just like it was repeated thousands of times. There were crying and crying over the phone. Numerous sharp hooks scrambled into the ears and desperately dug. His eardrum:

"I'm sorry to them, I'm sorry Jiangzhan, Lao Lu—"

"I killed him, I killed them, Lao Lu—"

Lu Bureau stood in front of the phone, but what he wanted to say was like his throat was blocked. He heard a snake-like movement behind him, the cold breath was getting closer and closer, and then a decaying hand rested on his fleshy shoulder, and the cry on the phone suddenly cleared Appears clearly behind the ear:

"Why flag me?"

Lu Bureau glared forward, his hands loosened, and the microphone fell to the ground like a dying skull after hanging.

"Did I tell you?"

"I told you specifically?"

"Why flag me? Why? Why—"

Don't look back, he thought, don't look back. But the irresistible force in the underworld forced him to turn around his neck inch by inch, and saw the purple face that bleeds behind him, his purple lips still opened and closed, and made a stern cry:

"Why flag me—"

"what!"

Lu Bureau suddenly awakened, his chest undulating, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

Jingle Bells-The office is empty, the phone on the desk is still ringing and the caller ID is Secretary Zhang.

"..." Lu Bureau answered the phone, his voice was hoarse and difficult to distinguish: "Hey?"

"Ah Lu Bureau, the regular reports in some detachments of Vice Qin require consultation and confirmation, can you?"

The chubby old director closed his eyes and felt that the eardrums were still buzzing, and the cold sweat had soaked the hurdle vest under the white shirt. After more than ten seconds, he finally tried to stabilize his breath, his heartbeat was still beating at the throat, and his chest was a little acupuncture pain.

"Yes." Lu Bureau finally spoke steadily, "Let Qin Chuan come in."

He clicked and hung up.

"Room 301, Block A, Building 701, Po Tao Garden Community", Yan Yan threw the door backhand, blocked the sunlight with his hands, looked up carefully at this gray residential building, narrowed his eyes and said, "This place where Yue Guangping lives is not bad Well. "

The old-fashioned residential building has only six floors, and the balconies above three floors are all open. You can see the colorful sheets and quilts, shorts diapers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and carton debris. The air-conditioning case of each household is hung outside the wall, and the rainwater has rusted the air-conditioning bracket, and there are several yellow rust traces under the balcony of each household.

The taxi sprinted away, Jiang stopped and stepped forward, and looked up at Sanyi's balcony, which was particularly eye-catching because of the empty space.

Yan Zheng turned his head and asked Qi Sihao: "Yue Guangping has been dead for almost three years, hasn't this house been sold yet?"

Qi Sihao was a little nervous these two days. He wore a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, and nodded his head in a vague voice.

"Isn't there anyone? Just left?"

"Yue Guangping has no relatives here." Jiang Zang answered his question. "His hometown is not in Gongzhou. His wife passed away very early. He is said to be unable to have children, so he has no children. He usually has an elderly nanny. It was his old family, who had returned to the countryside with his grandson some time before his accident. "

Yan Yan casually said, "Look, this is really enough ..."

He wanted to say that he was lonely, but after thinking about it, it is always bad to casually talk about the dead, so he swallowed it back and smiled and patted Jiang Zeng's shoulder:

"Let's go up."

The corridor was narrow and cluttered with clutter, and a rusty iron door in Room 301 was sealed. Yan Yan stabbed the seal twice and motioned to Qi Sihao holding the key: "Open the door."

The key was stolen from the file box of Gongzhou Municipal Bureau. Qi Sihao had no choice but to go up and open the door. With the squeak and squeak, the iron door and the wooden door were opened one by one, and the nightmare-like living room appeared in front of Jiangzhan three years ago-only this time there was no dead body on the ground, only white for technical investigation | chalk Draw a human figure.

"Ahhhhhhh ..."

The ash was flying, the light was dim, and all the furniture was dusty in the still years. Yan Zheng took the lead in the door and stood in the middle of the living room. Although he looked at the spacious area, it was obviously the decoration style of the 1990s. He touched his chin twice.

No wonder Jiang Zhan chose to trust Yue Guangping and explained all his hidden feelings to him.

Judging from this standard of living, Yue Guangping is obviously a solitary old man who lived solely on salary allowances for heating expenses and other heating expenses. Compared with ordinary people, the economic conditions should be considered extremely superior, but he is still quite far away from the "rich".

"Your technical investigations are rough enough," Yan Yan suddenly found something, and finally returned Jiang Gong to mock Gong Ning, and returned to Gongzhou intact, turned to ask Qi Sihao: "Why this scene Are you clear that you do n’t even have a physical evidence logo?

Qi Sihao finally took off his sunglasses in the room and looked at him with difficulty: "But this is not the scene."

Yan Yan stunned, then reacted.

"Deputy Mayor Yue's death has always been said to have a heart attack, so ..."

Since it is a heart attack, it is not necessary to even conduct an investigation. It is already more responsible for investigating and investigating a figure.

Jiang Zhan wore gloves, slowly kneeling on the ground, watching the human figure outlined in white chalk under his feet, and stretched out his hand to gently touch it from the ground, as if touching the dead body of the old vice mayor. His hair was already a bit long, and Liu Hai covered his eyes. From the perspective of Yan Yan from top to bottom, he could not see the shimmering light under his eyes.

"That's how he lay here on his back." Jiang Zhandan said indifferently. "His face is purple, his lips are blue, and there are vomits around ... staring straight ahead, without closing his eyes at the end."

Yan Zheng squatted down. "Have you told me that Yue Guangping was wearing a sweater and autumn pants when he died?"

Jiang stopped nodding.

——In the case of fear and tension, you can notice the details on the surface of the corpse. It is not so much Jiang Jiang ’s strong psychological quality that it is his professional instinct as a criminal investigation expert.

"Do you remember any other details?" Yan Yan asked hopelessly.

"Not much." Jiang Dian grinned tiredly. "I was in very bad physical condition, coupled with sudden changes, and heard the siren ... In order not to leave footprints and fingerprints, I didn't even enter the threshold. "

He paused a little, suddenly remembered something, and pointed to the foot of the coffee table in front of the sofa: "Yes, there was an overturned ashtray on the ground."

--ashtray?

"Did you kill someone with an ashtray as a weapon?" Yan Yanhu doubted, "but the appearance of the body was obviously poisoned."

"I don't know. It could be that the coffee table was crooked, the ashtray slipped off the table and fell to the ground; or it could be copied by a passionate murderer as a weapon and thrown on the ground. The two gave the ashtray surface. The marks created are completely different, but I only glanced at it at that time and could not tell the difference. "

Yan Min thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "It may also be that the killer just cleared the cigarette **** with his DNA from the ashtray."

Jiang stopped frowning.

"A skinny old man wearing autumn trousers will not have a very good image. Even if he is a visitor at home, the possibility of a visitor being a female is very small. If it is a close male acquaintance, the two will sit on the sofa and talk While smoking, it almost made sense. "Speaking of Yan Yan looking up at Jiang Zhan, he turned to Qi Sihao and raised his chin:" Do you know Yue Guangping has a close male acquaintance with a close personal relationship? "

Qi Sihao was at a loss.

"As far as I know." Jiang Dian paused suddenly, seemingly weird, and then slowly said, "Unless one person ..."

Yan Yan asked: "Who?"

"……I."

They stared at each other for a while, Yan Yan stood up and rubbed his thighs: "This joke is not only funny, but I don't believe it either."

Jiang Zhan exhaled bitterly.

"Come into the back room," Yan Yan dragged his arm and pulled Jiang up. If nothing happened, he even patted his buttocks: "box cabinet closet drawer, any paper with words, waiting for guests Tea cups--maybe you can find clues about chicken pieces. "

However, it turned out that Yan Ye had thought too much, and his family must have been swept away after Yue Guangping's accident, let alone sensitive items such as diaries, notes, and post-it notes, not even any newspapers or magazines.

This is a four-bedroom and one-living house, divided into a master bedroom, a study, a tea room, and a nanny bedroom. There is a tape recorder in the bedside of the bedroom, and beside it are a few boxes of old tapes that do not know how many years of history. Yan Zheng put the tapes in the tape recorder and tried them one by one. Most of them have been completely damaged and can no longer be heard. Only one or two boxes can be turned, but they are just ordinary old tapes without leaving any messages.

But it is also-Yan Ye thought in the melodious and sweet "He Rijun Comes Again".

This kind of audio-visual products can still be left by the person of Spades K. It must have been inspected again. The reason why it was not taken away was that there should be a tape recorder without tape on the scene. It would look strange.

Yan Zheng stood up from the bed, looked around the master bedroom, and opened the large closet against the wall.

Yue Guangping's wardrobe is similar to any elderly police cadre, with dark blue police uniforms, white shirts for uniforms, two or three belts with police badges, and several blue and gray scarves distributed by the public security system. Custom suits for formal occasions, etc.

Inside the small drawer of the closet are cufflinks, tie clips, and watch shaker. Open the watch carefully and take a look. There is a Rolex black calendar, a Tudor steel watch, and a watch that is obviously worn daily and wears the most. Leather strap steel Longines.

Yan Xun didn't know what it was like, he breathed a moment, and put the watch back into the drawer gently.

Nothing was found in the wardrobe. Older people wore hurdle white vests under their shirts the most. Yan Xuan no longer offered any hope, rummaged inward, and suddenly glanced at something, "Huh?"

——A yellow dust bag is hung in the deepest part of the wardrobe.

Unzip the dust bag. Inside is a brand new trench coat.

"Jiang Zhe!" Yan Zheng exclaimed, "Jiang Zhe! Come and see!"

Jiang stopped checking in the study, rolled his shirt cuffs around his elbows, heard the words and walked into the master bedroom: "What's wrong?-This is ..."

Throw clothes and dust bags onto the bed with a crackle.

It was a burberry black men's trench coat, which was covered with a new white shirt, tie, belt and black trousers, all in a complete set with the brand. As if he had expected something, he turned around and dug under the closet. Unexpectedly, he moved out a brand new shoe box and opened the man's formal leather shoes inside, exuding the peculiar smell of good leather.

"..." Jiang Zhan bent down and glanced at the size of the clothes, and said, "Yue Guangping can't wear No. 52, it's too big."

"This pair of shoes is 42 yards. The pair of leather shoes he put in the doorway is 40 yards. By comparison, it is too big. The whole set was not worn by him." Yan Zheng opened the dust bag and motioned to Jiang Zhan: "Look, this windbreaker has leather trim on the back collar and cuffs. It is an upgraded version of his classic model, and the price should be in the early 20,000. Adding shirts, trousers, tie belts, and shoes, a full set of estimated 30,000 The upper and lower levels far exceed the consumption level of Yue Guangping. "

Jiang Zhan folded his arms with both hands. "I can only see that the outfit is very new ..."

"Yes, and the design style is relatively young. It's more suitable between 20 and 40 years old. Yue Guangping is an old man who wears too abruptly."

They both looked at the thick dust bag on the bed, and for a moment no one spoke.

"——Is he going to buy it as a gift?" Yan Yan took a breath and said suddenly.

Jiang Zhan raised his eyes: "Who is it for?"

Indeed, at the level of the vice mayor, if you send it up, gifts and cash are already too simple and rude to be on the table. Besides, the gift is not so complete, and the price tag and packaging of the clothes and pants have been removed, as if they are afraid of adding trouble to the gift recipient.

"You can't see it?" Yan Yan wondered.

Jiang Zhan shrugged blankly.

"Isn't it obvious," Yan Min reached out and gestured: "A full set of dresses, both inside and outside, are obviously carefully selected, bought expensive, and matched with a tie and shoes ... An elderly man gave this gift to someone , Speculating in the way normal people think, I can only think of one situation. "

Jiang Zhan: "?"

"father."

Jiang stopped.

"My son has just reached adulthood, has just graduated, or has just started to prepare for a career in society. As a father, he prepares a full set of high-end formal clothes, entrusting encouragement and wishes. This is a very normal way of thinking. Of course, it can also be replaced by nephew or son-in-law. This is the same reason as the mother took out the jewelry at the bottom of the box before sending her daughter to marry. "Yan Yan's mind did not turn around for a moment, and laughed:" Why don't you even think about this ... "

Then his words came to an abrupt end.

The room was suffocating and quiet.

Three seconds later, Yan Zhengruo laughed casually: "Did you really think that Yue Guangping had any relatives like nephew nephew?"

Jiang Zhe didn't speak, only hearing the quiet breathing, Yan Xuan didn't dare look back to see his face.

"Well ... I still know this for the first time." Hou Jiang paused slowly after a while, "I will remember when your nephew or nephew graduates from college in the future."

A hot emotion rushed through my heart, the internal organs were trembling slightly, and even the nose trembled with strange trembling.

"... Okay," Yan Yan tried his best to make his voice sound natural and smooth, as if nothing had happened, and laughed: "We will both remember then."

"This wish is good." Jiang Zhan smiled slightly and said, "But I really don't know that Yue Guangping has any nephews in Gongzhou. If it is a junior member of his comrades’ family or a relative of his hometown, then I ca n’t even say ... However, one person must have a good understanding of Yue Guangping's interpersonal relationships. "

Yan Yan could not help asking: "Who?"

Jiang Ding said, "The nanny who returned to his hometown."

The old nanny 奚 寒 香, called aunt 奚 in the neighborhood. Jiang Zeng only met a few times when he visited the leaders' home during the New Year's Eve, and knew that his aunt might be in his sixties, and was a relative in the distant home of Yue Guangping.

Said to be relatives, in fact, the family members in the village were 800 miles away. Wu Hanxiang worked in Yue Guangping's house for about eight | nine years. Yue Guangping's wife died early. He hasn't married again for so many years. According to Jiang Zuansu's observation, his aunt with a black-faced and sturdy voice should be the usual employer relationship. story.

But anyway, for so many years as a live-in nanny, if anyone in this world knows more about Yue Guangping's kinship, it is really only Han Hanxiang who is alone.

When leaving from Yue Guangping's house, Yan Zheng took a picture of the formal suit, then put it back in the dust bag, and hung it back to the deepest part of the closet.

Jiang Zhan first went downstairs and called for the car. Yan Yan closed the closet door, stared at the handle of the cabinet door that had been unpainted because of years of use, and exhaled, thinking: I haven't given Jiang Zhan a gift yet.

Jiang Zhan's current state of mind has very weak material needs. Yan Xun thought about it and never thought he had paid special attention to anything. The only Pu'er tea cakes that showed obvious affection.

It's a perfect cup-Yan Min thought so, with some complex emotions that were both sweet and astringent.

"When everything is resolved, Jiang Zhan will be able to appear in front of everyone in the right way. I must prepare him from head to toe." Yan Yan thought: "Although I don't know enough about him, all I ca n’t tell what he likes to eat or what he likes best, nor what material, style, and color of clothes he likes, but he can inquire slowly at that time and always find out. ”

He thought about it, only listening to Qi Sihao leaning into his head and asking, "How about, can we go?"

"Oh." Yan Zheng turned around and asked casually, "What about Jiang team?"

Qi Sihao shrank his head, and once again put on a sunglasses mask nervously, vaguely said: "Underneath, I have already hit the car."

Yan Zheng nodded, went out with Qi Sihao, and watched him lock the door as it was.

"I'll be going back home later, my wife is already asking." As long as Qi Sihao is out, he constantly looks around, always worried that the roadside may rush out to pick someone up at any time to beat him: "I have to deal with My wife, get some clothes to change and come out in ten minutes-can you wait for me in the car? Don't leave me alone. "

Yan Yan sighed: "OK."

Qi Sihao was only a little relieved, and he also emphasized: "My home is not far away. It's in the neighborhood, and it's easy to follow the hotel."

Yan Min nodded, suddenly remembered: "Where does the Jiang team live?"

"what?"

Yan Yanran was interested, saying that he knew nothing about Jiangzhan's life in Gongzhou before he asked, "Do n’t your Jiang team still live in the police dormitory, did he buy a house?"

"You asked this suddenly ..." Qi Sihao paused for a while, chin chin: "I really don't know. The Jiang team works seven days a week and does not participate in group activities during vacations, let alone ask people to go home for dinner or something, Bureau No one here should know where he lives. "

At this time, they had reached the exit of the community, Jiang Zang stood facing them and stood by the taxi.

"Okay," Yan Yan casually instructed, "then look back at the police to help me."

Then he couldn't help speeding up and heading for the river stop.

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