Breaking Through the Clouds

Jiang Zhan, former Gongzhou Anti-drug Corps Second Division captain, first-level police inspector. He died in the explosion three years ago and became the top black police officer in the high-level system. He was also suspected of murdering Yue Guangping, the former deputy mayor of Gongzhou and director of the Department of Public Security.

Last night, on a cold winter night with rain, his ghost appeared around the lakeside community in Jianning.

"I originally wanted to go to Yan Kuan, the deputy head of our municipal bureau, and walked to the neighborhood and found suspicious elements appearing. It seemed to be spying on his building. I immediately concealed and waited for the opportunity to sneak in and found peeping. The man turned out to be Jiang Jiang, who was suspected to have killed my old comrade-in-arms Yue Guangping three years ago, and had been identified as a "sacrifice" by Gongzhou! And he had co-ops! I just wanted to call for help, but was discovered by him He was stabbed in a hurry ... "

In the single-person ward, the window was bright and clear. The leaders of the Provincial Public Security Department were sitting around the hospital bed, and several people were taking notes.

Lu Bureau leaned weakly against the bedside and said hoarsely: "Fortunately in winter | clothes are thick, my body is fat and I have not been stabbed, but I just passed out. Alas! I am old and useless!"

His hair turned gray a lot overnight, and his chubby and chubby face was distorted-after all, he was a sixty-year-old man who struggled for several hours on a rainy night, and it was counted to be able to retrieve a life. Take care of it.

"What does Lu Bureau say, who do you know?" The director from the provincial office quickly comforted: "The other party is a scum in the police world who is colluding with drug dealers and is extremely vicious and cunning. We should take him to justice Ephraim, revenge for you! "

Lu Bureau sighed endlessly, and closed his eyes with exhaustion.

The director quickly stood up with interest and interest: "Then come here today, you can't disturb the leader's rest. Lv Bureau, if you think of more clues, let people make a call, we are on call!"

Lu Bureau sighed and nodded to indicate that he knew, and waved again and said: "Oh, Yu, send them off."

Yu Zhu personally sent the people away from the Provincial Department, and greeted the hospital door all the way, seeing that they had boarded the car and left, before turning back to the ward, he winked at the deputy bureau of Wei sitting in the nurse station.

Wei Yao stood up in a hurry and followed her into the ward.

Lu Bureau leaned against the pillow, his face was yellow and pale, and his lips were a little gray. "What?"

"I am going to set up a task force to cooperate with Gongzhou to issue a notice of co-investigation across the country. Jiang Su is wanted." Yu Zhu sat in the armchair next to the bed, then coughed and cleared her throat. Concern: "Lao Lu, what is going on here? I don't believe you have too many loopholes in the words of the people in the Provincial Department!"

Lv Bureau stopped talking and looked towards Wei Yao.

Wei Yao knew, and Chonglu Bureau and Yu Zhu nodded.

"All my colleagues have been around for 20 or 30 years, and I haven't kept it from you, so let's talk straight." Lu Bureau sighed in the gaze of the two subordinates and said, "I didn't meet near Yan Yan's house. Jiang stopped, but knew that he was at Yan's house, so he went to visit specifically and wanted to counter him. "

As soon as the words landed, Wei Yao and Yu Zhu's tone changed, and they blurted out: "What are you talking about?"

"incite defection?!"

Lu Bureau raised his hand and pressed it down, and a bitter smile appeared under his eyes: "Don't bother you, listen to me. I have considered the policy of stopping Jiangjiang for a long time, but it was because of confidentiality and I did n’t discuss it with you. . Jiang has been secretly participating in the case of our Jianning Municipal Bureau for some time, and it is not a secret, if not for him, Qin Chuan would not have been exposed so easily. "

Yu Zhu suspected: "Qinchuan?"

"Yes," Lu Bureau paused, and recapitulated before and after the investigation of the poisoning incident, and admitted frankly what happened at the Qinchuan family that night when the arrest was carried out. No better than him, can't help making a clear inhaling sound.

"After this incident, considering the position and behavior of Jiang Zhan, I felt that I could take a chance, so I found him last night and put forward a very bold idea to him ..." Lu Bureau's self-deprecating meaning It was even stronger: "I hope he can completely rely on the police, and at the same time pretend to be a black police officer, and become a nail that we nailed into the spades k criminal group."

More than ten hours ago-

"Countermeasure?" Jiang Zang put his hands in his pants pockets, leaning his left shoulder on the wall of the living room, and seemed to hear a particularly ridiculous joke: "Tell me to pretend to be honest with spades, go deep into the drug trafficking syndicate, risking my life with the police Inside and outside? "

The gurgling of soup in the kitchen continued, the steam was warming the room, and a large white mist rose from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Bureau sat on the large white leather sofa in the living room. His eyes were sharp behind the reading glasses, and he stared at the handsome but aggression-looking young man in front of himself: "Yes, I really risk my life, but this You are the best way out. "

Jiang Zhan rubbed his eyebrows, put his hands in his pants pockets, and asked with a smile: "--but why should I kill the police?"

"Because you are still alive, more than one or two people know the secret of your alive. It is possible to kill at least one life for the police, but if they are caught by the police? The plastic factory exploded more than ten people. Drug police, your actions are enough to sentence you to death? "

Jiang Zhan's eyes sank instantly.

Unlike his aggressive attitude, Lv Ju is like a cotton wall, which absorbs and resolves all attacks without restraint. What is hard and hard to eat is endless:

"Do you still want to appear in the sun in a bright and open place someday in the future? Do you want to live in a gutter with a dead person's name? Jiang Zing, Yan Ye is not in Jianning now, I just need to call and you You can't even walk out of this neighborhood today. "

"Think for yourself, think about it carefully." Lu Bureau snorted softly, saying, "If you are caught by the police, I promise that no matter how many explosions Spades K makes, you won't be able to get you out of the detention center. Rob it! "

The living room fell into silence, Jiang Zhe was silent for a long time, and stalemate froze every inch of air into ice. After a few minutes, he finally spoke slowly: "... I can't promise you."

Lv Bureau did not expect that he would refuse, and immediately pulled his face.

"There are two reasons. First, Spadek knows what kind of person I am, and he will never believe that I am willing to surrender to him ... As for the second."

Jiang paused his voice for a moment, and the bright light of the living room was reflected in the depths of his pupils. So he stared straight at Lu Bureau, and a quirky smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips.

"—And then?" Wei Wei couldn't help asking.

The ward was quiet and silent. Both Deputy Bureau Wei and Yu Zhu seemed to be immersed in shock.

"If the first reason is only subjective and can still be evaded; the second point is that I really did not expect it, and it is impossible to think of it. When he said this sentence, I realized What a stupid decision to do it yourself, because he really can't cooperate with the police, and will never stand in the same camp with the police. "

Yu Zhu leaned forward unconsciously: "The second reason is ..."

Outside the hospital's gate, a clerk in a car parked on a hidden street corner, a clerk in charge of taking notes who had just appeared in the ward with the head of the Provincial Department, wore headphones, and the monitor in front of him flashed blue light.

I don't know what Lu Lu said in the headset, he suddenly took a breath, his heart pounded suddenly, and he looked around hurriedly.

On the road, cars came and went. Pedestrians in the distance walked shoulder-to-shoulder. No one noticed the car with a normal appearance and a single-sided window film.

The eavesdropper unplugged the headset sneakily, stepped on the gas pedal, and went straight in the opposite direction from the provincial hall.

Eighty kilometers outside Tongshan County, Yongkang Village.

For two hours along the bumpy road, Qi Sihao felt that not only his own skeleton, but also the car rack was about to be scattered. Through the hairy car window glass, even the dilapidated rural brick houses near the fields are gradually disappearing, replaced by large areas of wasteland and dead trees. The gray and white slopes are endless in winter, and the dry grass is scattered on the rugged roads.

The sun has already passed mid-day, Qi Sihao was hungry and fastened his chest to his back, but looking at the grim and sullen face around him, he swallowed and dared not say anything.

How did the rich son go to the countryside to donate to help the poor?

Say good counties, towns and villages all the way warmly welcome, where are the hospitality?

Finally, before Qi Sihao passed out hungry, the car stopped in a groggy state, and the driver sent by the county chief whistled: "To the grin--"

Qi Sihao looked up like a rescuer.

The iron doors have changed color in the wind and sun. As the wind blew, the two gray two-story concrete rooms were smoky and erected on the overgrown "playground". A group of strangely shaped mud monkeys lie behind the wooden fence on the second floor, staring directly at their car. They can't see human children far away.

Yan Zheng got out of the car, squinting his eyes in the sand and raised his head.

At the gate of the Hongri Welfare Institute, there are five rusty characters, each of which lacks arms and legs. The long-painted painting on the iron door is still faintly discernible. It is a semicircle that fades into light red and is cut off by horizontal lines. Several radiation rays symbolizing the sun are intermittent and radiate outward from the semicircle as a center, which constitutes a perfunctory meaning. Sunrise scene.

——The pattern behind Teng Wenyan's bones, and the yellowed clothes of Jiang Zhan's childhood, finally crossed time and space at this moment, and gradually coincided.

Several men and women in bloated suits stood outside the iron doors, gathered their smiles and hurried forward.

Qi Sihao's long-awaited "warm welcome" finally arrived.

"Yes, the county government should have notified you already. It is a poverty alleviation project of our company in the province of S. Each fund and task will be implemented in various regions. Of course, I will do a site inspection before signing ..."

Under the leadership of the orphanage, Yan Zheng passed through the "playground", and the children with runny nose and dust ran across.

"It's not easy!" The dean is about forty years old this year, rubbing his hands and shaking his head and sighing: "Most of them are girls, and they should be discarded when they are born. You can't blame your father and mother for being ruthless. There is no way for the country to impose fines. Why is there no son? Is it okay? It's kind of willing to take the effort to throw it away! The boy can count it with one hand, and there are not many hands and feet, all are really sick, father and mother In the hospital, the hospital will send it to us again-you have also seen this environment, it is really very difficult, the national finance is not delicious! ... "

Qi Sihao was too hungry and followed the staff to eat a small stove. The dean Yin Qin invited Yan Huan into the office door, and poured water for him.

The dean's office is probably the best place to decorate the entire welfare home. At least it is also tiled and air-conditioned. It is much better than a cave-like dormitory. Yan Yan looked through the glass window and looked at the dusty wasteland and the black dormitory building outside. It seemed as if he saw another scene:

A thin child, running happily in the afterglow of the summer evening, was raised by the wind with short black hair. He crossed the plain and crossed the field, like an agile little deer slicing through the rice fields and running towards the end of the pale blue sky of the star.

Don't pass, Yan Ling's heart sounds desolate and weak, getting clearer and clearer: Don't stand still, come back—

But no one heard.

The little boy was bathed in the light at the junction of day and night, and dashed towards his only friend in childhood.

"Mr. Yan, that ... Mr. Yan?"

Yan Zheng looked back, and saw the president rubbing his cuffs, his eyes narrowed: "That donation ..."

This is not difficult to do. Yan Yan had considered this problem before he came. He first greeted the county government through his group's fixed poverty alleviation project every year. All the signing procedures were completed quickly. The authentic red-headed documents were sent the same day. In his hands, there was absolutely no part of the fake acting.

"It's based on the numbers approved by the county people's congress before. I'll look back ..." Yan paused, and the ghost added: "... 50% more, repair the dormitory building a year ago, otherwise it's too cold."

The Dean was overjoyed.

Yan Yan said, "I will let people see it years ago."

The dean's smile from the bottom of his heart faded immediately, then he strongly promised: "Of course! Of course!"

These filthy Yan Yan knew in his heart that he did not have all the money to use the unrealistic idea, as long as some of them could work. The dean did not expect him to be so happy, and he enthusiastically took out the documents such as the management charter and goal plan of the welfare home to introduce. Yan Yan patiently listened to him for about ten minutes before picking a suitable opportunity to interrupt "In institutions like yours, when children come in and go out, there should generally be records?"

The dean said, "Yes, there must be. We are the only welfare home in the area, so it has been decades since the 1980s ..."

"Can you show me?"

The Dean did not expect that he would have such a request, but hesitated: "Look what?"

"I only need the album materials, document records, children's files, etc., from the 1980s to the 1990s." Yan Yan smiled at the dean's surprised look, and said lightly: "It's true, my wife used to be a kid. I spent several years in an orphanage in the province of S and was adopted later. I made a fixed donation this time to visit various welfare homes of the year and try to find clues to his biological parents from the adoption information of the year, and help him. Complete this wish to trace the source. "

The dean's face suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh—"

From the look of the expression, the dean probably made up a series of dog blood dramas in an instant. From the eight o'clock stall in the domestic village to the popular Korean drama in the 1990s, he turned back and forth a few times, and Yan Yan's eyes were rich in meaning. Yan Ye was too lazy to explain anything, and raised his lips indifferently, only to hear that the dean immediately became a few times more enthusiastic: "Okay, no problem, I'll find it for you!"

The dean immediately went out and called, and took a few staff members to open the archives. The management of the orphanage in the rural village is obviously relatively backward. It is not a light job to turn over the old files. After a long time, the dean came back. "Hey!" I put my full bag on the table and slammed the dust. Splashed, relieved: "It's all here!"

There was something in Yan's heart that was astonishing--there were more than twenty years ago of this material than he thought.

However, if you want to come, there is no waste paper in this broken place. As long as there have been no accidents such as fires and floods, it is estimated that the paper materials are piled in the corners, and no one will not lose them.

The files are stacked in chronological order, Yan Yan is very clear about the specific year, and it is not difficult to find them. While coping with the dean's embarrassment that he couldn't hide the gossip heart, he searched for the text of Jiang Zeng ’s ten-year-old, and suddenly turned to a yellowish-grayed leather notebook, opened it and saw all the old photos posted inside .

In just an instant, Yan Yan's gaze was condensed somewhere in the album-

In a black-and-white group photo, a dozen gray-fluttered children stood in a row from high to low. The background was the dormitory of the orphanage that was still very new. The painted sunrise was clearly visible on the two iron gates.

The children were all dull and ignorant, wearing the same round-neck short-sleeved undershirts and looking at them as if they were carved in the same mold, except for the third little boy from the left who slightly twisted his eyes and opened his eyes.

At that moment, the camera recorded his curious and shy smile, and it was sealed in the corner of time. After more than 20 years, he whistled and smashed into Yan Yan's eyes.

"... this child," Yan Zheng pointed at the photo, and his tail trembled strangely. "Is there such a big boy in the orphanage?"

"Ah, right." The dean came to take a look and explained: "Maybe it was born a little sick so no one was willing to adopt, or hadn't had time to go out just after being sent in. At that time, everyone's living conditions were not good. It ’s not easy for older children with memories to find someone else. It would be much easier if they were two or three or four or five years old! "

Yan Tong's tongue had a slightly sour taste, and he swallowed his mouth hard, suppressing the hot stuffiness in his chest.

"Then he was adopted later?"

"Hey, I only came here seven or eight years ago. This has to be checked." The dean rolled up his sleeves and looked in the pile of portfolios for a long time, finally found a work record and took a picture. Forehead: "Come on, this is it!"

The dean slammed the dust on that record: "This is the adoption registration of that year, but some are missing. The management at that time was not as standardized as we are now. We treated those children very carefully, took care of them, and resolutely implemented them. State policy on assisting children's welfare ... "

He squinted, observing Yan Yan squinting his eyes, obviously very curious about this unusual young rich man.

Yan Yan's thumbing stopped.

[September 18, xx, Jiang Zhan was adopted as a child. 】

A few lines of scribbled and faded pen characters remember the most important moment that reversed the fate of Jiang Zhan more than 20 years ago.

Yan Ye didn't waste time researching the adopter's message at the first glance. His eyes fell on the picture attached to that page of paper. A man with a small, gloomy face, about forty or fifty years old, is facing the camera side by side, standing in front of a black car in front of the orphanage; he is on the left hand side of Jiang Zhe, who was thin and timid, and the other on the right hand side is another white and dressed Well-groomed little boy.

The boy was obviously one year younger than Jiang Zhe, but he was significantly taller. Like his father, he consciously avoided the camera, leaned slightly over his face, and looked at Jiang Zhe with a smile.

At first glance, it looks like two little guesses, but the darker and deeper meaning behind that smile pierces Yan's heart like a needle-pin instantly--

He knew he saw spades k more than twenty years ago.

Jiang Zhan did not tell the full truth.

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The reason why it is even more late today is because the year-end financial report hollowed out my soul.

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