Proud Wife Comes To My Arms

Life is like black coffee

Zheng Jun passed by the coffee shop and bought two cups of black coffee with ice. He drank one cup of black coffee with bread. He felt a chill in his stomach and woke up instantly.

He took a satisfied breath, looked at the white smoke in front of his mouth and grinned. It's OK to run another 100 kilometers.

Forty minutes later, Zheng Jun arrived at the scene of the explosion.

There is a strong smell of gunpowder around, and the residual heat generated by the explosion is still in the air.

He Jianyi also just arrived, got out of the car and looked back to see Zheng Jun parking.

"Pretty fast."

"I've always been so fast, so the annual detection rate can be far ahead of your captain he." He gave him the cup of coffee, which was almost frozen. "Here it is. I bought it for you because I know you haven't slept all night."

He Jianyi took a drink and immediately said, "why is it so bitter?"

"Is this bitterness like life? It's bitter to take a bite, but the aftertaste is mellow. Drink it quickly. Don't waste it. It's thirty yuan. "

He Jianyi directly put the coffee back into his hand: "well meaning, you'd better drink it yourself."

Zheng Jun looked down, lifted the lid of the cup and poured it into his mouth. At last, some crushed ice left in his mouth and began to crack.

He Jianyi glanced at him and pointed to the cordon next to his leg.

Zheng Jun Chin a lift: "I don't go in, I just around here."

With that, he looked inside. The factory building was blown up to a steel frame, and there were dense gray balls sticking out of the ashes spilled with blood on the ground.

It seems that many innocent people are involved in the explosion.

Zheng Jun sighed and walked away.

All around was a field, with branches swaying in the wind.

Zheng Jun walked a few circles and found nothing fishy. He went back to the factory and found a power pole to lean against. The sun made him warm and yawn when he was comfortable. In his heart, he scolded two cups of black coffee for nothing. It seemed that he was really sleepy. Forget it. Anyway, he has no reputation. He can't do anything at the scene. He's like a criminal suspect. He goes home to bed first.

As soon as he turned around, Zheng Jun stopped, his eyes tilted, and the shadow of the pole fell on the gravel road, which was crushed by the wheels. He squatted down to look carefully, and found that the marks left by the car here seemed to be smaller than those left by the wheel next to him. It should be the marks left by the car, but all the people who came and went here were big cars pulling goods, so the car marks were very strange. And it's like a trace just run over. It's not a police car. The police car is parked on the road outside, and it's not the car of the fireworks factory owner, because he committed suicide at home last night. The time of his death is almost the same as that of the explosion. He lives in a city one hour's drive away from here. It's certain that the trace of the car is not left by him, that is to say, someone came here yesterday after the explosion.

He looked up and saw that the camera was aiming at him, but it had been damaged, like it was hit by something. It was incomplete and hung on it, as if it could be blown off by the wind at any time.

He Jianyi came out and saw Zheng Jun's posture. He raised his head with him and said coldly: "don't look, all the monitoring has been destroyed."

Zheng Jun looked back and asked, "team he, do you think it's an accident?"

"What do you think, team Zheng?" "A fool would think it was an accident."

He Jianyi glanced at him: "then you think I'm a fool?"

Zheng Jun laughed and asked, "after a round inspection, have you found anything?"

He Jianyi came up to him and asked, "what do you think?"

Zheng Jun shrugged: "in this case, it must be nothing."

"The boss of the factory also committed suicide according to the preliminary forensic identification results. At present, the next investigation direction I can think of is to check the boss's background."

Zheng Jun pointed to the ground: "this is the clue I found."

He Jianyi looked at the big and small stones on the ground: "you mean they will tell you what happened last night."

Zheng Jun shook his head helplessly and looked at him in disgust: "squat down and look at it carefully."

He Jianyi saw it for three minutes before he realized. His voice was a little excited: "I will get the vehicle monitoring records on the highway before and after the explosion, and then compare and lock the suspect."

Turning around and taking a few steps, he turned back and praised: "team Zheng is worthy of team Zheng, much more careful than I am."

Zheng Jun laughed: "team he is still very modest."

"I sincerely think you are better than me this time."

"You are just a little worse than me." Then Zheng Jun yawned again, and his sleepy tears came out this time. He waved his hands and said, "I'd better go back to sleep first. I hope you can find out the murderer as soon as possible."

On the way back, Zheng Jun almost fell asleep. He could only squeeze himself with one hand from time to time.

He saw a piece of red on his arm and said to himself, "I'm too cruel to myself, but I'm not as cruel as Han Xuelin."Special Zheng Jun, don't you think she will die?

No, it's not so good anyway.

He asked and answered himself.

…

When he got home, he took a breath, and his nose was filled with a cold smell that had not been popular for a long time. He went into the bathroom and took a hot bath. The dense steam gradually blurred his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, the pole was dancing seaweed. I'm so tired. I'm hallucinating. It's true that when people are not as old as they are young, they just spend the whole night, which makes their body a bit unbearable.

He put some soap on his body and immediately washed it with water after foaming. Then he wrapped himself in a bath towel and went to bed in the bedroom.

As soon as he fell asleep, he suddenly sat up and began to dress.

"Wang Ye, where are you? I'll pick you up. There's an arithmetic problem for you to do."

…

Thirty minutes later, his car was parked downstairs.

Wang Ye comes out, accompanied by Yu Heng and Zhou Wei. Seeing the suitcase in Zhou Wei's hand, Zheng Jun didn't have too many accidents, so he casually said hello to them. Then he rushed to Wang Ye and said, "get on the bus and take you to a place." Wang Ye is reluctant: "where are you taking me? I was going to send Zhou Wei

Yu Heng pats Wang Ye on the shoulder, looks into her eyes and smiles. There seems to be a spring flowing in her eyes.

He said: "I'll just go to see him off. You can rest assured. Pay attention to safety on the way and take good care of yourself."

Zheng Jun knocked down the window and said, "that's right. Let Yu Heng take you with me."

When Wang Ye looks at Yu Heng, he always feels that something is wrong. However, Zheng Jun's urgency, she did not have time to think so much.

…

When the car arrived at the fireworks factory, the sun was ready to get off.

Zheng Jun pointed to the broken monitor and said, "if I shoot the monitor with a gun, where will the bullet fall?"

Wang Ye gave him a white look: "do you want me to calculate this for you?"

"Isn't this parabola? You're so smart you can figure it out. "

Wang Ye sighs, gets back in the car and starts to knock on his notebook.

Zheng Jun leaned over his head and asked, "why haven't you figured it out yet? Is it so hard to do it?"

"You can do it, you can do it."

Zheng Jun smashes his mouth. Looking at Wang Ye's eyes, he has to shut his mouth.

…

"Taking into account the range caused by different guns, I preliminarily estimated three common models and gave a rough orientation." Facing the pole, Wang Ye points to the distance and turns into a fan, "according to this position, you can find the bullet."

Zheng Jun takes two steps and finds that Wang Ye is still in place, holding his arm.

"Not together?"

"I put in my brain, and I want to do manual work?"

Zheng Jun

Wang Ye coldly looks at Zheng Jun bending over to search for something in the field. He looks up and is attracted by the setting sun hanging on the top of the poplar tree. Sunset is like a tomato scrambled egg accidentally knocked over, and that day is the biggest egg.

In this way, she was a little hungry, so she wanted to call her mother to tell her what she wanted to eat in the evening. Unfortunately, Zhou Wei didn't have a chance to taste her mother's craft, but it was cheaper for Yu Heng.

Yu Heng?

Wang Ye's heart immediately raised to his throat. Before he started, his voice seemed to be saying goodbye