Breaking Through the Clouds: 119.Chapter 119
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Myanmar, Xiaomengla.
The temple is surrounded by jungle on all sides, and the dark green like splashing ink in the day has turned into heavy ghosts crawling out of hell. The burning torch illuminated the sky over the village, and the loud crackling sound accompanied the dark night pine waves, and the wind swept the monks’ howls far away.
Five Hummers with their headlights on form a circle. Several Burmese armed with assault guns stand outside the car, the flames reflecting the gloomy bandit on their faces. In the open space in front of the temple, the king of spades bends down, facing the abbot whose face is like dirt, clicks on the photo in his hand, and asks in Chinese: “Where is he?”
The abbot shed tears, shook his head vigorously, twitched and mumbled, and then tried to break free and kowtow to beg for mercy.
The dark eyes behind the K of Spades sunglasses are very calm, and I can’t see the slightest impatience, so I asked again in Burmese:
“Where is he?”
“@#￥*Y*&…” The abbot shook his head and cried, and the monks behind him whimpered in unison.
The King of Spades stood up helplessly, took a breath, and paused for a few seconds.
Then he suddenly drew his gun at the abbot’s brow, and shot a sharp shot!
Boom!
The old abbot opened a blood hole in his head, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground with a plop.
There was a silence around, followed by someone screaming, someone fainting, someone struggling to crawl forward, and was abruptly caught by the drug dealer. The king of spades seemed to have heard nothing. He calmly walked to the next monk and asked the same question: “Where is he?”
The monk is not very young. He has already peeed his pants in fright, trembling and staring at the old man in the cassock in the photo. It took a long time to hear what he said: “Really, really don’t know, really don’t I know, please, forgive me, forgive me—”
The king of spades asked: “Really don’t know?”
“I really haven’t seen it, I don’t know, please, please–“
Boom!
The gunshots echoed for a long time, and the monk’s body was splashed with dust, and he couldn’t catch his eyes.
The mournful voice broke out in the open space, as if there was a living sea of blood asura field. The king of spades seemed a little tired. He closed his eyes, put away the gun, and casually stuffed the photo to Ajie behind him, making a careless gesture.
Ajie knowingly lifted up the photo in the first half step, showed a circle around the open space, and sternly asked in Burmese: “Who knows where this person is? You can live by saying it! Otherwise, you will all die here today! “
His voice was very penetrating, and instantly suppressed all the wailing sounds alive. But then, more sharp and desperate weeping sounded from all directions in the clearing, and even caused the beasts in the mountains and forests to howl for a long time, rushing to the distance with the wave-like wind.
The K of Spades rubbed his forehead, stepped over the body of the old abbot, and walked to the off-road vehicle outside the clearing.
Myanmar’s subordinates hurried forward: “Boss.”
“It seems that I didn’t lie.” Spades K said lazily, and paused and said: “Clean up.”
The subordinate immediately responded, and Ajie exchanged a wink, and several bodyguards with assault guns walked forward.
DaDaDaDaDaDa,DaDaDaDa——
Charge like a bead of guns|The sound of gunshots resounded through the clearing, and the screaming cry instantly exploded and quickly disappeared. Eight|Nine torches flew into the temple with tail flames. After a short while, the whole building turned into a burning fire, and billowing black smoke flew into the dense ink-like night sky.
“Big Brother.” Ajie got into the Hummer, his eyes seemed to be slightly disturbed: “It is already the third temple, what should I do now?”
The king of spades leaned on the back seat, his face reflected in the ferocious fire outside the car window, as if he was closing his eyes and resting. His unhappy appearance made everyone very anxious. After a while, he suddenly heard him speak: “There should be someone else who knows where he is.”
A Jie was taken aback, and immediately reacted: “You mean–“
The king of spades didn’t answer directly, and waved his hand: “Go to play Luo.”
Ajie hurriedly responded to the driver, and the Hummer roared and started. The lights were connected in a line and drove one after another to the invisible jungle.
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Jianning.
The light is turned off in the bedroom, and the thick curtains block the outside world, leaving only this hot and dizzy world.
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Yan Xi leaned over and licked his eyebrows with the tip of his tongue, gently and patiently, until the wrinkle was licked flat, then got up and warmed up a cup of sweet milk, and came back to feed him slowly with the half-dreaming and half-awake Jiang Ting .
“Take a bath…” Jiang Ting said vaguely.
Yan Xiu said: “We will meet soon.”
He had a certain secret expectation in his heart-Jiang Ting would forget later, but he did not expect that after drinking half a cup of warm milk intermittently, Jiang Ting frowned again and said in a low voice, “Go Take a bath…”
Yan Xi had to carry him on his shoulders to the bathroom, press him on the wall and kiss him intermittently under the steaming shower, and it took him more than half an hour to come out.
Jiang Ting is already very tired. He almost fell asleep when he came out of the bathroom. He seemed a little awake when he touched the pillow, and frowned hoarsely: “…Are you taking medicine?”
Yan Xi laughed lowly without answering. A few seconds later Jiang Ting fell asleep, and his freshly dried black hair fell on the snow-white pillow.
Yan Xi took away the bath towel wrapped around him, put on clean and soft pajamas, leaned on the pillow with one hand on his forehead, and carefully observed his quiet breathing in his sleep. The faint yellow lamp shadow is rendered on his white cheeks, the corners of the eyebrows are neat and clean, and the eyes are very long; this look is a bit too beautiful for men, but the bridge of his nose is unexpectedly straight, so it neutralizes the overly soft The look, the nose cast a right-angle shadow, showing a slightly cold temperament.
Yan Xiu lifted his hair from the corner of his forehead. Although the wounds cut by broken glass on the winding road have healed, they are still clearly visible.
“…” Yan Xiu’s eyes flickered, and he kept rubbing the scar with his thumb, and a trace of complex emotions gradually filled the bottom of his eyes. After a while, he turned around and picked up the phone on the bedside table, opened WeChat for the countless times in the past two days, and turned out the chat window——
On the street that evening, every word of Qi Sihao’s message was like a knife, which was deeply in Yan Xiu’s heart from his pupils:
[Yazhiyuan, Room 905, Building A, District 6,]
[This is how it is written on the intranet]
——This is Jiang Ting’s address in Gongzhou before the accident.
While in Gongzhou, Yan Xiu suddenly became curious about Jiang Ting’s life back then, so Qi Sihao told himself through police inspection. At that time, Qi Sihao wondered why he didn’t ask Jiang Ting directly, and he passed by hahacha.
Actually, Yan Xiu didn’t have any inquiries. The main reason was that even if Jiang Ting had something suspicious, his home had been searched by the 1009 task force a long time ago. I don’t know how many times. The reason why he didn’t ask directly was purely because he wanted to take a time to sneak over after inquiring, and secretly observe Jiang Ting’s various small life habits before.
He once guessed that the residential area where Jiang Ting lived was not too far from Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, but the area would not be too good. After all, Jiang Ting’s income level is here, and he is not like the kind of people who pay attention to the quality of life. ; I also thought about whether Jiang Ting would arrange his home as a police school dormitory, which was strict, careful, and full of ascetic cleanliness, lacking the smell of fireworks like himself.
But what he never expected was that Jiang Ting would live there, Yazhiyuan.
He has been to this place, the day after Wang Xingye’s fall.
Before the 1009 plastic factory exploded, Red Heart Q’s order to confirm the trading location was issued from Room 701 of a certain building in this community.
——The traces left by Heart Q and the address Jiang Ting never announced to the public are not coincidences.
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Monday, early morning.
Yan Xi hurriedly tucked up the cuffs of his shirt, grabbed the windbreaker that hung in the hallway, and scratched his hairstyle against the glass while putting on his shoes: “Go!”
Behind him at the dining table, Jiang stopped without raising his head: “Come back.”
“It’s nine:20. At ten in the morning, Bureau Lu personally presides over the weekly meeting. Later, you will be late and have to check in front of the overall situation. I said what are you doing.” Yan Xiu turned and walked quickly over. Before he finished speaking, he was stuffed with an egg toast sandwich, and he couldn’t help but “puff”, then Jiang Ting reached into his windbreaker and unbuttoned his shirt on his abdomen.
“…” Yan Xi was shocked and stunned for two seconds, and then the conditioned reflex held his breath and stretched the lines of his abdominal muscles: “I said your body can be eaten, don’t make trouble, come and kiss each other. ……”
Jiang Ting said, “Kiss yourself in the mirror.” Then he rearranged the last two buttons he buttoned incorrectly, and tucked his clothes back into the waistband.
Yan Xiu had no regrets. He grabbed Jiang and kissed him on his forehead. He hurried out to work. The sound of the door being closed again echoed in the empty living room for a long time.
A few minutes later, the Phaeton that he drives most often fell out of the garage, and a nice and neat triangle turned around and galloped towards the gate of the community.
Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with arms folded, his eyelashes hanging down, and his dim pupils were reflected in the glass. It was not until Phaeton disappeared completely at the end of the straight lane of the community that he took his gaze back and let out a soft sigh.
The almost invisible white mist on the glass floated by.
He picked up the cell phone next to him, changed a sim card, hesitated for a while after rebooting, and finally dialed an international number.
DiDi——DiDi——
“Hello?”
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Jiang Ting’s clear and emotional face, and his voice was completely inaudible. He said: “Hello, I want to donate a piece of incense to the local temple through your office. How do I do this?”
·
Fifty minutes later, Yan Xiu rushed into the conference room wrapped in the wind, bowed his head and walked quickly through the crowd, pulling out the chair and sitting down as far as possible unobtrusively, and looked around vigilantly—fortunately except Wei Deputy Bureau in the front row glared at him, but no one noticed that Deputy Yan Detachment was late for the eighth or ninth meeting in the past six months.
Yan Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized something was wrong: Where is Lu Ju?
The minute hand points to a quarter past ten, and there is a constant humming in the large conference room, but the seats in the uppermost Lu Ju are empty, not even the big tea cup.
“Don’t find Brother Yan,” Ma Xiang, who was sitting behind him, sneaked closer and whispered: “You are lucky today, the people from Lu Ju have not come yet.”
“What’s the matter?”
Ma Xiang used a notebook to cover his face: “I don’t know, the first round summary just now was done by the old Wei Dai Lu Bureau… Brother Yan, did you fight with Consultant Lu this weekend? Scratch it three times?”
Yan Xiu stretched out his hand and hurriedly pulled up the back collar of his shirt: “Go and go! Children’s house, watch your harem go!”
Ma Xiang pouted and wanted to sorrow him. Suddenly the meeting room door opened. Everyone was sitting in jeopardy. However, Secretary Zhang from the director’s office walked in quickly and whispered in the ear of Deputy Bureau Wei. What sentence? Old Wei nodded after a moment.
“This,” Deputy Bureau Wei cleared his throat, and said loudly: “Juju Lu will not come today. When he first went downstairs, he got his ankle and broke the tea mug to the ground.”
Everyone around was astonished, and there was a low laughter.
“I will preside over our weekly meeting today. Now, as usual, each business department will report the key work and project status of last week-Director Xiao Gou… Then what, Director Gou Li, you come first. “
Gou Li stood up with a stern face, Yan Xi was looking funny, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of Secretary Zhang bending through the crowd and coming straight to him: “Vice Yan…”
“Huh?”
As soon as Yan Xi raised his head, he saw Secretary Zhang gently pressed his ear and said: “Lv Ju has an urgent matter to see you.”
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Lu Ju’s big tea mug is placed on the table, soaking his usual chrysanthemum, wolfberry, red date and rock candy health tea, and the heat is hovering in mid-air.
“What?” Yan Xiu was extremely surprised: “The Ministry of Public Security?”
There are only two of them in the office with excellent soundproofing. Lu Ju’s body is full of large leather swivel chairs-after all, he needs to add rock sugar to drink tea-he is taking off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly, hearing the words ” Hmm” nodded, and turned the computer screen to him:
“After the new fentanyl compound’Blue Gold’ was notified by us, the Ministry of Public Security paid great attention to it and conducted a large-scale investigation in the southwest region. For this reason, it also conducted several notes with Myanmar. Last Friday, the Myanmar Army They informed my country of the latest situation. Three temples in remote areas around Xiaomengla were massacred and burned. A group of captured drug dealers identified the king of spades.”
The picture on the screen is reflected in the depths of Yan Xiu’s pupils-it is obviously a candid shot.
The background of the camera is quite dilapidated. It should be in front of a temple enshrined in a village on the border of Myanmar. The harsh sun is scorching the jungle, making the picture quality very unclear. Several men of very obvious Burmese descent stood beside the off-road vehicle, each with their arms bulging, not knowing what weapons they were stuffed; a young man in a black vest and overalls was getting out of the vehicle, with a very aggressive figure, on his thighs. A gun was inserted in his armed belt, and he poured a half bottle of mineral water over his head in his hand.
Even though he was only profiled, Yan Xiu recognized his old acquaintance, Ajie at a glance.
At the same time, not far from the front of the car, a figure walked towards the gate of the temple with his back to the camera, and even in such a hot situation, he even had his shirt and trousers from head to toe. The over-exposed white edges on the edges of the picture swallowed up half of his figure, but he can still see that he is steadily picking up the steps. From the subtle movements of the limbs to the range of steps, there is a sense of calmness and calmness.
Yan Xiu’s eyes darkened slightly: “K of spades?”
Lu Ju nodded and tapped on the screen: “This is the image material from half a month ago. Only half a day later, the only two monks in the temple in this village were killed and the building was burned down.”
The office was quiet, except for Yan Xiu’s breathing and Lu Ju’s sipping tea.
“…Where did this photo come from?” Yan Xiu finally asked after a long while.
“Automatic camera.” Lu Ju shook his head, and put the big tea mug back on the table with a thud: “Myanmar Xiaomengla borders our country and is an extra-legal place where drug trafficking, smuggling, and gambling are popular. The’caravan’ was caught by the border guards while trying to smuggle into the country. Because we had a cooperation agreement with Myanmar, it was temporarily returned to the Burmese military for interrogation. It turned out that the drug-trafficking organization to which this caravan belongs is almost black. The opponent of Peach Kings. After the expedited interrogation by the Myanmar side, a drug dealer confessed a very important message, saying that the King of Spades recently took a few photos and checked the people in the photos at the temple near Meng La.”
Yan Xi’s forehead jumped: “Looking for someone?”
Lu Ju, with the earnestness that old people used to use a mouse, pressed hard against the “next page”.
Swipe and pull–
An unknown photo appeared on the screen after several faxes, scans, and remakes. An elderly monk of about 60 or 70 years old was wearing a red-yellow robes. The wrinkles on his eyelids were drooping, and there was an old and swollen one. Arm, sitting in the Buddhist hall.
I don’t know if the quality of the remake is really inferior, or the psychological effect of the criminal investigators’ suspicious ghosts; the monk’s face has no stability or harmony at all. On the contrary, when Yan Xiu fixed his eyes, he even vaguely felt a kind of inexplicable ambiguity. Ferocious.
“I just doubt it.” Lu Ju held the big tea mug with one hand, pointed at the screen, and said in a deep voice: “This person may be the father of the king of spades.”