Breaking Through the Clouds: 108.Chapter 108
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The sky is still dark. I don't know when Lu Ju wakes up and hears the phone ringing in the outbuilding.
jingling bell bell----
jingling bell bell----
He knows who is calling.
As if repeated thousands of times, he rolled over and got out of bed, his aging and swollen bare feet stepped on the cold floor tiles. Outside the window was the black wind whistling of the twelfth lunar month, whistling whistle, covering up his almost non-existent footsteps; he opened the door and heard a long scratch from the lack of lubricated door shaft in the bedroom.
jingling bell bell----
jingling bell bell----
The phone glowed red in the dark, twinkling.
He stood in front of the jumping red dot, staring at the telephone, feeling that his fat body seemed to melt into the winter night, turning into emptiness and cold water vapor.
"Take it," he heard a sharp voice say, "Take it--"
jingling bell bell----
jingling bell bell----
With a click, Lu Ju picked up the receiver.
Just like an old-fashioned tape recorder was clicked and the play button was clicked, and the tape began to whirl, just like repeated thousands of times, there were crying and laughing screams from the phone, and countless sharp hooks rushed into the ear holes. Desperately digging out his eardrums:
"I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry Jiang Ting, Lao Lu—"
"I killed him, I killed them, Lao Lu--"
Lv Ju was standing in front of the telephone. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He heard a snake-like movement behind him. The cold breath was getting closer and closer, and then a rotten hand was placed on his loose and fat shoulder, and the cry on the phone suddenly cleared. Chu clearly appeared behind the ear:
"Why are you covering me with a national flag?"
Lu Ju stared forward, his hand loosened, and the microphone fell on the ground like a dying head after being hung.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"I told you specifically?"
"Why are you covering me with the national flag? Why? Why—"
Don't look back, he thought, don't look back. But the irresistible force in the underworld forced him to turn his neck inch by inch, and saw the bleeding purple face clinging to the seven orifices behind him, and its purple lips were still opening and closing, making a sad cry:
"Why do you cover me with the national flag--"
"Ah!"
Lu Ju awoke suddenly, his chest undulating violently, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.
The jingle bells-the office is empty, the phone on the desk is still ringing unyieldingly, and the caller ID is Secretary Zhang.
"..." Bureau Lu picked up the phone, his voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish: "Hello?"
"Ai Lu Bureau, deputy Qin needs your opinion and confirmation on some internal regular reports of the detachment, can you?"
The chubby old director closed his eyes and felt his eardrums still buzzing, and the cold sweat had soaked through the hurdle vest under the white shirt. After more than ten seconds, he finally tried his best to stabilize his breathing, his heartbeat was still beating down in his throat, and there was a faint needle-like pain in his chest.
"Yes." Lu Ju finally spoke steadily, "Let Qin Chuan come in."
He clicked and hung up the phone.
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"Room 301, Block A, Building 701, Botaoyuan Community," Yan Xiu slammed the car door backhand, blocking the sunlight with his hand, raised his head and carefully looked at the dusty residential building, squinting his eyes and said: "This is where Yue Guangping lives. The place is not good."
The old-fashioned residential building has only six floors, and the balconies above three floors are all open. When you look up, you can see colorful sheets and quilts, shorts, diapers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and cardboard boxes. The air-conditioning case of each household is hung outside the wall, and the air-conditioning bracket is rusted by rainwater. A few yellow rust stains are neatly hung under the balcony of each household.
The taxi slid away, and Jiang stopped stepping forward, and also looked up at 301's balcony, which was particularly eye-catching because of its emptiness.
Yan Xi turned his head and asked Qi Sihao: "Yue Guangping has been dead for almost three years, right? This house hasn't been sold yet?"
Qi Sihao was a bit nervous in the past two days. He wore masks, sunglasses, and baseball caps everywhere. He nodded and gave a vague "Uh".
"No one lives there? Just leave it empty?"
"Yue Guangping has no relatives here." Jiang Ting answered his question, "His hometown is not in Gongzhou. His wife passed away very early. It is said that he could not have children, so he has no children. Normally, the family is only one of them getting older. His nanny is his old family. Some time before his accident, he had already returned to the countryside to take his grandson."
Yan Xiu said casually: "Fuck, this is really enough..."
He wanted to say that he was really lonely, but on his second thought, it is always bad to just talk about the dead, so he swallowed it back and smiled and patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder:
"Let's go, go up."
The corridor is narrow and full of debris, and the rusty iron door of Room 301 is sealed with a seal. Yan Xiu tore the seal twice and motioned to Qi Sihao who was holding the key: "Open the door."
The key was stolen from the file box of the Gongzhou City Bureau and temporarily matched. Qi Sihao had no other choice but to go up and open the door. With the creaking and piercing sound, the iron door and the wooden door opened in turn. Three years ago, the nightmare-like living room reappeared in front of Jiang Ting's eyes-only this time there was no dead corpse on the ground, only the technical detective used white|chalk A human figure drawn.
"Cough cough cough..."
Floating ash is flying, the light is dim, and all the furniture and furnishings are dusted in the still years. Yan Xi took the lead in entering the door, standing in the middle of the living room, and looking around, although it was spacious, it was obviously decorated in the 90s of the last century. He touched his chin and gave a "tsk".
It is no wonder that Jiang Ting chose to believe in Yue Guangping and explained all the secrets to him.
Looking at this standard of living, Yue Guangping is obviously an old man living alone who lives solely on wages, allowances, holidays, heating, etc., compared with ordinary people, economic conditions should be extremely superior, but there is still a considerable distance from "rich people" distance.
"Your technical investigative work is rough enough," Yan Xiu discovered something suddenly, and finally returned to Gongzhou the words Jiang Ting once mocked Jianning intact, and turned to ask Qi Sihao:" Why is the scene so clean that there is no physical evidence mark and it has been withdrawn?"
Qi Sihao finally took off his sunglasses indoors and looked at him embarrassedly: "But, this is not the scene."
Yan Xi was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted.
"Vice Mayor Yue's death has always been said to be a heart attack, so..."
Since it’s a heart attack, there is no need to investigate it. It is more responsible for the investigation and technical investigation to draw a figure out.
Wearing gloves, Jiang Ting slowly half-kneeled on the ground, fixedly looking at the white human figure outlined in chalk, and stretched out his hand to gently caress from the ground, as if touching the corpse that the old deputy mayor couldn’t stare at. . His hair is already a bit longer, and his bangs cover his eyes. From the angle of Yan Xiu from above, he can't see the glimmer of his eyes.
"He is lying here on his back like this." Jiang Ting said lightly, "His face is cyanotic, his lips are blue, and there is vomit around... staring straight ahead, he didn't close his eyes until the end."
Yan Xi squatted down, "You told me that Yue Guangping was wearing a sweater and long trousers when he died?"
Jiang Ding nodded without saying a word.
——In that kind of panic and nervous situation, you can still notice the surface details of the corpse. It is not so much Jiang Ting's strong psychological quality, as it is his professional instinct as a criminal investigation expert.
"Do you remember the other details?" Yan Xi asked hopelessly.
"Not much." Jiang Ting gave a weary smile, "I was in very bad health at the time. In addition to sudden changes, I heard police sirens... In order not to leave footprints and fingerprints, I even set the threshold. Did not enter."
He paused for a while, suddenly remembered something, and pointed to the foot of the coffee table in front of the sofa: "By the way, there was an overturned ashtray on the ground."
——The ashtray?
"Is it killed by someone using an ashtray as a weapon?" Yan Xiu asked suspiciously, "but the appearance of the corpse is obviously poisoned."
"I don't know. It's possible that the coffee table was knocked upside down, and the ashtray slipped from the tabletop and fell to the ground; it was also possible that the murderer was copied as a murder weapon, and then thrown on the ground casually. Both are given to The marks on the surface of the ashtray were completely different, but I only looked at it from a distance and couldn’t tell the difference."
Yan Xi nodded his head and thought, suddenly he said: "It is also possible that the murderer has just cleaned out the cigarette butts with his own DNA from the ashtray."
Jiang Ting twitched his eyebrows.
"A skinny elderly man wearing long trousers will not have a very good image. Even if he meets guests at home, the possibility that the visitor will be a woman is very small. If it is replaced by a close male acquaintance, the two will sit on the sofa. Talking while smoking cigarettes, it almost makes sense." Speaking of this, Yan Xi raised his head to look at Jiang Ting, then turned to Qi Sihao, and raised his chin: "Do you know that Yue Guangping has a very close male acquaintance?"
Qi Sihao was at a loss.
"As far as I know, no." Jiang Ting paused suddenly, seeming a bit weird, and then slowly said: "Unless there is someone..."
Yan Xiu asked: "Who?"
"...me."
They looked at each other for a moment, and Yan Xiu stood up and beat his thigh: "This joke is not only not funny, but I also don't believe it."
Jiang Ting breathed out a bit bitterly.
"Go into the back room and have a look," Yan Xi pulled his arm and pulled Jiang Ting up, feeling like nothing, and even patted his ass: "Box, cupboard, closet, drawer, any paper with words, Tea cups for hospitality-maybe you can find some clues."
However, it turns out that Yan Xiu was thinking too much. After Yue Guangping's accident, his home must have been cleaned up, not to mention sensitive items such as diaries, notes, and sticky notes, and even no newspapers, magazines, and books were left.
This is a four-bedroom and one-living residence. It is divided into a master bedroom, a study room, a tea room, and a nanny bedroom. There is a tape recorder at the head of the bedroom. There are several boxes of old tapes that are not known for many years, all of them. Feng Feifei and Teresa Teng. Yan Xi put the tapes in the tape recorder and tried them one by one. Most of them were completely damaged and could no longer be listened to. Only one or two cassettes could be reproduced, but they were just ordinary old tapes without leaving any message.
But it's the same—Yan Xiu thought in the melodious and sweet "When is the Lord coming again".
This kind of audio-visual products can still be left from the hands of the ace of spades. It must have been checked again. The reason why it was not taken away is that there is a tape recorder but no tapes. It looks weird. Right.
Yan Xi stood up from the bed, looked around the master bedroom, and opened the closet against the wall.
Yue Guangping’s wardrobe is similar to that of any elderly public security cadre, dark blue police uniform, uniform white shirt, two or three leather belts with police badges, and several blue and gray scarves issued by the public security system; There are also custom-made suits and coats for formal occasions.
In the small drawer inside the closet are cufflinks, tie clips, watch shakers, etc. Yan Xiu opened the watch shaker to see, there is a Rolex black water ghost, a Tudor steel watch, and one obviously worn daily , Longines, the most worn leather watchband with steel surface.
Yan Xi didn't know what it was like, and after a long breath, he gently put the watch shaker back into the drawer.
Nothing was found in the wardrobe. Elderly people wore hurdle white vests under their shirts the most. Yan Xiu didn't report any hope, so he flipped in, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something, "Huh?"
——A yellow dust bag hangs in the deepest part of the closet.
Pull down the zipper of the dust bag, and inside is a brand new windbreaker.
"Jiang stop!" Yan Xiu said loudly: "Jiang stop! Come and have a look!"
Jiang Ting was checking in the study, his shirt cuffs rolled on his elbows, and he walked into the master bedroom after hearing the words: "What's the matter?-this is..."
Strictly threw the clothes and the dust bag onto the bed.
It was a Burberry black men's trench coat, which was also covered with a new white shirt, tie, belt and black trousers, all of which were matched with the brand as a complete set. As if expecting something, Yan Xiu turned around and took out under the closet. Unsurprisingly, he moved out a brand-new shoe box, opened the men's formal leather shoes, and exuded the peculiar smell of good leather.
"..." Jiang Ting bent over and glanced at the size of the clothes, and said: "Yue Guangping can't wear size 52, it's bigger."
"These shoes are size 42. The leather shoes he put at the door are size 40. They are too big by comparison, and he didn't wear the whole set." Yan Xiu opened the dust bag and motioned to Jiang Ting: "Look, this windbreaker is decorated with leather on the back collar and cuffs. It is an upgraded version of his classic model. The price should be in the early 20,000 yuan. Plus a shirt, trousers, tie and belt, plus shoes, a full set. It is estimated to be around 35,000, which far exceeds Yue Guangping’s consumption level."
Jiang Ting folded his arms, "I can only see that this outfit is very new..."
"Yes, and the design style is relatively young. It is more suitable between 20 and 40 years old. This old man Yue Guangping wears too abruptly."
Both of them looked at the thick dust bag on the bed, and no one made a sound for a while.
"—Is he planning to buy it as a gift?" Yan Xiu took a breath and said suddenly.
Jiang Ting raised his eyes: "Who is it for?"
Indeed, when you reach the rank of deputy mayor, if you send it up, gifts and cash are already too simple and rude to be on the table. Besides, if you really want to give gifts, it won't be so neat. The price tags and packaging of the clothes and pants are removed, as if you are afraid of increasing the trouble of unpacking for the recipient.
"Can't you tell?" Yan Xiu asked strangely.
Jiang Ting shrugged blankly.
"Isn't it obvious," Yan Xiu reached out and gestured: "The full set of internal and external formal wear, the colors and styles are obviously carefully selected, the expensive ones are bought, and the tie and shoes are also given to an elderly man. Giving this as a gift, guessing in a normal way of thinking, I can only think of one situation."
Jiang Ting: "?"
"Father."
Jiang Ting was stunned.
"The son has just grown up, just graduated, or just entered the society to prepare for his career. As a parent, prepare a full set of high-end formal wear for him, entrusting encouragement and wishes. This is a normal mode of thinking. Of course, he can also be replaced by a nephew or nephew or It's a son-in-law. This is the same as the mother took out the jewelry from the bottom of the box before her daughter got married and gave her." Yan Xiu didn't turn his mind for a while, and smiled: "Why don't you even think about this..."
Then his words stopped abruptly.
The room was as quiet as suffocation.
Three seconds later, Yan Xiruo smiled nonchalantly: "Do you really never think that Yue Guangping has relatives like nephews and nephews?"
Jiang Ting didn't speak, only heard the quiet breathing, Yan Xi didn't dare to look back at his face.
"Um...I know this for the first time." After a long while, Jiang Ting said slowly, "I will remember when your nephew or nephew graduates from college in the future."
A hot emotion rushed through my heart, and the internal organs were ironed and trembling slightly, and even the sniffles gave a strange tremor.
"...Okay," Yan Xiu tried his best to make his voice sound natural and smooth, as if nothing happened, and smiled: "We will both remember then."
"This wish is good." Jiang Ting smiled slightly, and said, "But I really don't know that Yue Guangping has any nephews in Gongzhou. If it is a younger generation of a comrade-in-arms family or a relative in his hometown, then I can't tell. Well... but one person must know Yue Guangping’s interpersonal relationship very well."
Yan Xiu couldn't help asking: "Who?"
Jiang Ting said: "The nanny who went back to his hometown."
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The old nanny, Xi Hanxiang, is called Aunt Xi in the neighborhood. Jiang Ting only met a few times when he visited the leader during New Year's holidays, and knew that this aunt was about 60 years old and was a distant relative of Yue Guangping's hometown.
Speaking of relatives, in fact, the villagers are eight hundred miles away. Xi Hanxiang has worked in Yue Guangping's house for about eight|nine years. Yue Guangping’s wife passed away early, and he has not remarried for so many years. According to Jiang Tingping’s observation, he and Aunt Xi, who is as strong as a black-faced door-god, should be a normal employer relationship, and there is no such thing as a romantic relationship between the empty nest old man and the old nanny. story.
But at any rate, he has been a live-in nanny for so many years, if anyone in the world knows Yue Guangping's kinship better, then Xi Hanxiang is indeed the only one.
When leaving Yue Guangping's house, Yan Xi took a photo of the suit, then put it back in the dust bag, and hung it back to the deepest part of the closet.
Jiang Ting first went downstairs to call for a car, Yan Xi closed the closet door, stared at the cabinet door handle that had been stripped due to years of use, exhaled, and thought: I haven't sent Jiang Ting yet. What about gifts.
Jiang Ting is in this state of mind, and his need for material is very weak. Yan Xi has thought about it, but he never expected that he had paid special attention to anything. The only ones that showed obvious love were the few Pu'er teas. Pie.
It's really a vacuum flask--Yan Xi thought that, with a complex emotion that was both sweet and sour in his heart.
"When everything is resolved, Jiang Ting will be able to appear in front of everyone in a respectful manner. I must prepare him from head to toe." Yan Xi thought, "Although I still know too little about him. I don’t know what he likes to eat or what he likes most. I don’t know what material, style and color he likes, but he can inquire about it slowly and always find out clearly."
Thinking about this, he only listened to Qi Sihao poking in his head and asking: "How about it, can we go?"
"Oh." Yan Xiu turned around and asked casually: "Where is Team Jiang?"
Qi Sihao shrank his head, put on his sunglasses and mask again nervously, and said vaguely: "Downstairs, I have already boarded the car."
Yan Xi nodded and went out with Qi Sihao, watching him lock the door as it was.
"I'm going back home later, my wife is already asking." As long as Qi Sihao is outside, he keeps looking around, always worrying that someone may rush out on the side of the road to stabb him with a knife: "I I have to deal with my wife, get a change of clothes, and come out in ten minutes-can you wait for me in the car? Don't let me act outside by myself."
Yan Xiu sighed: "All right."
Qi Sihao only felt a little relieved and emphasized: "Not far from my house, it's in the neighborhood here. It's on the way to the hotel."
Yan Xi nodded, suddenly remembering something: "Where does Team Jiang live?"
"Huh?"
Yan Xi suddenly became interested, and Xin said that he knew nothing about Jiang Ting’s previous life in Gongzhou, so he asked: "You Jiang team won't be living in the police dormitory, right? Has he bought a house?"
"You suddenly asked this..." Qi Sihao was stunned for a while, scratching his chin: "I don't know. The Jiang team works seven days a week and does not participate in group activities during holidays, let alone invite people home for dinner. Yes, no one in the bureau knows where he lives."
At this moment, they had reached the exit of the community, Jiang Ding was facing them and standing by the taxi.
"Okay," Yan Xiu casually ordered: "Then you can help me with the police service."
Then he couldn't help speeding up his pace, facing Jiang Ting.