MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-Chapter 6 Chapter6

"Do you believe him?" Qin Chuan asked without confidence.

Yan's ten fingers regularly interacted with each other, and he slowly said, "Technical investigation is resuming surveillance video, if I can find the absence record, I believe him."

The deputy branch's office was full of overnight instant noodles mixed with cigarettes. There were sounds of people outside the door, and the police who did not stay up late came to work one after another.

"But it's too ridiculous, Lao Yan. Feng Yuguang's department head and mentor both said that his grades were good enough, and thank you for writing the graduation thesis, but Chu Ci said that he lived and pulled himself to bet on Kaobo and still have to do the subject? Feng Yuguang is chasing dramas and playing games with girls every day, and it ’s not at all an academic academic. And you listen to Chu Ci ’s confession. I do n’t believe you ca n’t hear him. The kid absolutely hides a lot! ”

Yan l raised a forefinger, reached Qin Chuan's nose, and shook it:

"I reserve my opinion in the first half of your sentence, and only agree with it in the second half."

"—He did hide something."

Half an hour ago, the interrogation room.

"He bet Kaobo."

"what?"

"He bet that he would be able to take the exam," Chu Ci said helplessly: "I don't know what gave him this confidence, maybe it was the final result that miraculously flew at a low altitude every time."

Yan L and the policeman responsible for recording looked at each other, and they were very surprised. Then he turned to Chu Ci: "--how did you talk about this topic?"

"When I entered the door, he was reading a book. If he didn't understand an experiment, he asked me if I could explain it. The relationship between him and me was not so bad that I couldn't even talk, so I talked about twenty Minutes, and at the last few points, he didn't understand why, so I said that I'm here today. Anyway, those are extra-curricular extensions. It doesn't matter much to him if he doesn't understand. "

"Then he was anxious, let me not look down on people too much, and said that I am not inferior to anyone else, if I want to pass the exam, I will definitely be admitted." Chu Ci explained: "In fact, I did not look down on him."

Yan said with all his heart that we all understand that Xueba's natural discrimination against academic scum is often unaware of us, but we are actually sensitive. On the surface, though, he asked, "So you bet? What is the bet?"

"Subject. If he does pass, I will take him to do the subject."

"What if he can't pass the exam?"

Chu Ci suddenly became silent, and after a few seconds, he replied, "Lost it to me."

Inside and outside the interrogation, everyone froze.

"..." Yan confirmed: "A dollar?"

"I don't believe he can pass the exam, and he is too lazy to get any benefit from it. But he was very emotional at the time. He had to pull my theory, so I had to quickly send him back to the laboratory." Chu Ci sighed. This time, Xu Xu shuddered: "If I knew it was the last time I saw him, maybe I would stay longer ... at least help him explain the last few points of knowledge."

There was no sound in the interrogation room, and everyone was meditating, listening only to their own breathing.

"Excuse me, what is it about Feng Yuguang ... how did he die?"

Yan l came back from his thoughts, and he uttered a sigh, saying casually: "Drugs are hallucinogenic."

Chu Ci was surprised: "Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"It is precisely because the case is uncertain that we need to investigate. It is inconvenient to disclose specific details during the investigation stage. You are not a senior student in the relevant laws and regulations."

"..."

Yan closed the shorthand notebook, stood up and loosened his shoulders, as if suddenly remembering something: "Yes, the last question. When my colleague asked you about the luxury bag just now, why did you answer that you didn't know it at all? "

Chu Ci had already stood up, and hesitated slightly when he heard it.

"... I don't want to get in trouble."

As soon as he stopped, he slightly staggered Yan's eyes and said, "Somehow give a bag, this thing is really incomprehensible ... Normal people's reactions to strange things are far away, aren't they police officers?"

"It's really weird, but that alone doesn't make Chu Ci suspected of committing a crime."

Yan opened the window, and the fresh air poured in in the morning swept through the office with all the smells of fermentation overnight. Qin Chuan stood behind his desk, still a little puzzled: "How do you say?"

"If I were to kill my roommate, I would choose a familiar place, not thousands of miles away from my unfamiliar life. In fact, 90% of student injury cases happen in school. If I really want to kill someone, It is much more convenient to create laboratory accidents than to kill people with scopolamine and dimethylamine | propylamine. "

Qin Chuan thoughtfully.

"However," Yan said sharply: "—Chu Ci's confession really inspired me."

"what?"

"It is still relatively vague, and it is not clear. I only vaguely feel that Feng Yuguang's death may have something to do with his vow to Kaobo, and the accidental monitoring of chemical companies is also coincidental."

"But now I just want to sleep." Yan turned around and stretched out a long stretch: "The handsome, handsome and charming Yan brother, in order to enrich and entertain the amateur life of single young women in the city, in the blind date Repeated battles and defeats on the long journey, so many bows and deaths, desperately need two hours of carefree sleep like a baby to relieve the tortured heart ... "

Qin Chuan teased, "I have put gold on my face, and I have exhausted all my people? You want to be beautiful."

Yan l: "The strong ash flies out of smoke, haven't you tried it?"

Qin Chuan: "………………"

"Yeah," Yan suddenly remembered something, and stopped Qin Chuan who was going out. "You help me tell the field team, let people take the place of the incident as the center, and immediately control the second-hand luxury goods in the city. shop."

Qin Chuan asked, "Second hand stores?"

"Looking for the target's shoulders missing a zipper wedge." Yan said, "The brand is so new and highly recognizable. I don't believe I was taken home as a grocery bag."

Even in the city bureau, Yan is a rare existence-he doesn't need to rest.

He is a monster that can fight for three days and two nights in a row. He is a demon head that runs wildly and chases a drug dealer for ten kilometers without rest. He is better than a thief, more active than a serial killer, and lastingly faster than a bank robber. With him, the captain of the detachment finally managed to free up time and did a cardiac catheterization operation that had not been done for many years .

Yan l closed the curtains, lay on the table, and pondered the confession with her eyes closed. An elusive speculation rose from the bottom of my heart, but with a little concentration, the inspiration was like a naughty fish, and it quickly slipped away.

"Impossible, he takes drugs?"

"Often party late, and usually play games,"

"Perhaps it was the miraculous low-altitude flight that gave him confidence ..."

...

What makes a rich second generation who has a limited learning time fly over at low altitudes every time, and what makes him confident that he can successfully pass the exam?

Switching to other universities is likely to be tricky, but Chu Ci's university can basically rule out the possibility of money.

——So does this have anything to do with Feng Yuguang's death?

Yan l took a deep breath, knowing that he had to take time to sleep now, so he eliminated those thoughts and buried his head in the dark space framed by a solid wood desk and arms.

The voice outside the door gradually drifted away, and the car downstairs of the Criminal Investigation Unit turned silent; in an instant he sank into the half-dream and awake deep sea, where space and time quietly reorganized, and the long-forgotten subconscious was brought to the surface.

离开 He left the office and stepped into a bustling hall.

The sound of laughter in the ears and the staggering of ideas seemed to be a very festive feast. He stood dimly between the table and the chair, and someone suddenly laughed behind him: "What are you running around like a fly without a head? Where is the man, and thank you?"

Thank you, Yan thought, what thanks?

Lao Tzu has done everything by himself. Who should I thank?

But in the dream, he couldn't help himself, and wobbled forward in the crowd. I don't know how many people with laughter and blurred faces passed through, and suddenly the front brightened. I saw a slender figure standing back to him, leaning in front of the window, and whispering something to the mobile phone.

"Not toast with anyone yet, Yan? I have been tossing for so long. If it weren't for the Jiang team, could the second-class merit finally win you?"

"Go up, what are you doing?"

"You see you can't even talk, aren't you usually pretty good? How stupid?"

...

No, my credit is earned by myself and has nothing to do with anyone.

Why should I toast? Who am I relying on? At the critical moment, is it anyone else besides me who is holding back the drug dealer?

There seemed to be countless noises in my heart, but the reality was that Yan took a step forward. He couldn't control his hands and feet, and his heavy indignation couldn't stop the greater thrust invisibly; as if to repeat the facts that happened in a certain period, he raised his wine glass, and then heard his younger, slightly hesitant voice:

"That, Jiang team ..."

Then he saw the scene again.

Of all the dreams that seem true and false, only this scene is real, even clear and vivid as if it happened yesterday.

The figure called, without turning his head, only raising his hand. The five fingers are thin and the palms outward, a gentle and decisive gesture of rejection.

"I see," the man said, "go on."

There is no falsehood or favoritism, and there is no need to be flattering. All the anger and unwillingness were lost, and the layers of psychological walls were immediately pumped away.

Weightlessness made Yan feel a little at a loss for a moment.

"Go on," he heard the man's tone a little bit stronger.

Yan can't remember how he turned away and walked away. His whole body's blood was pouring overhead, but it could also be caused by alcohol. The raging anger that had been forcibly suppressed suddenly disappeared when he came. The release of the pressure caused his feet to float, turbulent, and the tongue was filled with indescribable bitterness and numbness.

But he clearly should be happy.

He "proved" himself, although the enemy didn't care much and didn't even need him to fight.

Yan l walked through the vocal hall, through the tortuous corridor. He settled in his heart the blood and tears of more than ten years in the life of the Interpol, leaving behind the toil and bumps of the five-year deputy.

He walked to the familiar office, resting his head on his arm, and fell into a short, hasty sleep.

Jingle bell ——

Yan was agitated and suddenly awakened. When he saw the phone ringing on the desk, he subconsciously answered: "Hey?"

He wasn't quite sober yet, but then Ma Xiang's loud voice rang: "Brother Yan! The case center received an alarm call, and the logistics went directly to you!"

"What's the alarm," Yan said, a little confused, "Who's the police?"

The next second Ma Xiang expelled his last trace of sleepiness.

"Lu Chengjiang," Ma Xiang said, "is the gentleman at the scene of the 520 frozen corpse case, in a wheelchair-remember? He called the police, the logistics found it urgent, let us hurry and pass immediately." Read novel