Chapter 30

The night was torn by the light whip, and the world was white in a moment, and then sank into the abyss of the five fingers.

With a loud noise, Han Xiaomei put the key into the crystal flower pot of the porch, and turned back in timidity:

"Then ... Mr. Lu, I call you takeaway, and then I return to the scene?"

The storm hit the floor -to -ceiling window, hail -like slap. A orange vertical lamp is lit in the corner of the living room. The Jiang stopped in the sofa, watching the monitoring record through Yan Yan's work computer, holding a pen in one hand, and a pause button from time to time.

"Mr. Lu?"

"Huh?" Jiang Pu responded with this, saying, "What is the name of takeaway so late. You don't go out for Yu Tai, it's not safe to drive."

Han Xiaomei struggled fiercely for a while, "... I'll go."

Jiang Shun thought that she had to say that the missing person had not been rescued or her colleagues stayed at the scene. Who knew that the next sentence was: "My internship report has never had time to let Yan's vice sign."

Jiang Pu dumbly laughed, and waved her head without raising her.

Although Fan Si and Hu Weisheng were destroyed, the bag of blue ghost -like drugs was snatched, and even the slightest traces were not left to the police, but in fact, the 502 case was far from the end of the mountains.

The police have Achong and his Ma Zi in their hands, the important drug trafficking point of Sanchunhua, and the big living people such as Diao Yong are detained in the municipal bureau. Come.

But now Chu Ci is unknown to life and death in the hands of poison vendors. The most scarce of the police is time.

Jiang Puki opened the surveillance video of the chemical factory at the time of the incident yesterday, and fell into contemplation.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, a red Camry, which blocked the front and rear licenses with a mud, drove out of the warehouse, because the relationship covered by power outage monitoring did not know when the car came in. On the Third Ring Road, then drove to the southeast.

The window is attached to a single -sided visual dark film. The rear windows of the car are blocked by a cloth from the inside. The driver seems to be wearing a mask or mask to cover the face. Even if it continues to enlarge the picture, it is still difficult to determine men and women.

However, Jiang Pu thought: Considering that the driver is extremely familiar with the internal monitoring of the chemical factory, the rearview mirror is not seen at night cars, and it is difficult for the female kidnappers to fully control Chu Ci. The driver is very likely to be a male associate.

Red Camry, because of the high discount after the listing in the past few years, does not say tens of thousands of Jianning City, at least there are thousands of vehicles. Moreover, the provincial high -speed highway leads to Gongzhou. If the car comes from Gongzhou, the scope of the screening will be doubled.

The sea of ​​cars is vast, and in the absence of no clue, it is impossible to lock the red Camry of this license at all.

How to do it?

Jiang Pu did not interrupt the pause keys, almost a frame of review of the picture, and the lightning and monitoring fluorescence outside the window were reflected in the depths of his pupils. Suddenly, his fingers paused, and after seeing a flashy moment on the screen fixed, through the dual reflection of the street lights and turning signs, you could faintly see the first three bottom of the last three license plates.

Jiang Xun's brain is running quickly -the third digit number is 7, and the last two are letters O, C, S, U, G, J, or Numbers 3, 5, 6, 9, 0, above twelve, twelve above twelve, twelve above twelve, twelve above twelve, twelve above twelve, twelve above 12 Random sorting can reach 144 combinations.

But not enough, there are five digits in addition to the provinces and regional code, the first two are unknown. With these 144 possibilities alone, it cannot be pushed out, not to mention that the third place is indeed 7 because of poor visibility conditions.

After Jiang stopped, he leaned into the sofa cushion and knocked his palm with a pen.

There must be other clues, he thinks.

There are many things in this world that have clues. Investigators need to grasp the naked eyes that are difficult to see by observation, experience, professional knowledge, and even intuitive guessing, and then derive the front and back clues.

Red Toyota Camry.

Camry……

"Mr. Lu."

Jiang Pu raised her head unconsciously, and saw Han Xiaomei who hadn't left yet. This girl was also dead -hearted. Yan Yan asked her to boil some hot water. She really burned hot water, gently put a cup of black tea in front of him, and got up and restrained: "You drink some hot , Take a break early, I'm gone. "

Jiang Ting suddenly said, "Wait."

Han Xiaomei stopped in her footsteps, only to hear him ask: "This color is not burgundy, but a red car, or women buy more, right?"

"Ah? It should be, my car is also red."

Jiang Ting stared straight at Han Xiaomei.

Jiang Ting's face is really young, and his facial features are naturally beautiful. When he looks at people like this, although he looks cold and has no emotions, he often gives people a feeling of heartbeat.

As soon as Han Xiaomei opened her mouth, she heard her voice trembling: "Then that Mr. Lu Lu Lu..."

Jiang Ting turned a deaf ear and murmured: "Hu Weisheng also drives a Camry, the license plate, the license plate number is—"

"Build A6U799!" Han Xiaomei always remembers the information related to the case very tightly.

Jiang Zing nodded and suddenly asked, "Do you girls value the sense of ceremony?"

Han Xiaomei: "...Ah?"

The torrential rain showed no sign of abating. On the highway in the dark night in the distance, the vehicles set off splashes and roared away, leaving only distant and ethereal yellow taillights.

"Scared me to death! I just picked up a few bones on the back slope!" Ma Xiang stepped on the muddy water and shouted angrily, "Old Gao didn't tell me that it was a human arm!"

Gao Panqing held up the flashlight, swept the dripping hair to the top of his head, and said with a big laugh, "You can't handle your own business, who has such long arms? It's clearly a dog!"

The detectives were having fun, scavenging every inch of the wasteland, soaking wet and joking with each other. Only Yan Yan remained silent, staying away from the crowd alone, shooting the muddy ground with a flashlight near the highway guardrail.

"Old Yan," Huang Xing said hoarsely, dragging his soaked rubber shoes, "The footprints have been extracted."

Yan Yan didn't look up: "Huh?"

"The rain has damaged the site very badly, and modeling is very difficult. The specific situation needs to be analyzed in the bureau. At present, the preliminary analysis shows that there are three or four different sets of footprints on the site. It is determined that there are no women, but it is impossible to tell whether there is Chu Ci or not. of."

Yan Yan said: "That is to say, in the best case, in addition to Diao Yong and the woman, there are at least two kidnappers?"

Huang Xing nodded.

Yan Yan didn't say a word, and continued to walk forward with a flashlight. Huang Xing followed behind him, only to see that his whole body and even his back were splashed with mud, before he heard his deep voice: "...A big case."

"You can also take a break," Huang Xing suddenly couldn't bear it for some reason, "Well, I asked Lao Zhang and the others to buy supper. You can eat some when you come back later, and take a breath."

Yan Yan was noncommittal.

Yan Yan's stature was too much above average. After putting on the police raincoat, a part of his ankle was still exposed, his shoes and trousers were filled with mud, and every step made a creaking sound of stepping on the water. He just walked across the water-filled grassy slope to outside the highway guardrail, and his eyes fell on the dark shadow swaying with the heavy rain in the distance - it was a lush bush.

For some reason, he moved slightly in his heart, holding the flashlight and walking forward.

Huang Xing: "?"

Director Huang didn't know why, so he followed behind Yan Yan, getting further and further away from the search range, until the two stood by the bushes.

"What's the matter, Lao Yan, should I ask someone to search?"

"..."

Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, his pupils were almost pressed into a line, looking a bit gloomy and sharp.

"Look at the bushes in the south," he said suddenly, "is it a little shorter than the ones in the north?"

——The growth of plants on the sunny side cannot be lower and sparser than that on the shady side, Huang Xing was stunned!

"Track inspection! Come here for a few trace inspections!" Huang Xing said in a stunned voice: "Quick, circle this patch of grass!!"

"There it is! Director Huang!" Half an hour later, the detective kneeling among the bushes raised his head and shouted excitedly in the sight of countless expectations around him: "The branches of the bushes are abnormally overwhelmed and broken, and some leaves are crushed. The debris spread around and extracted half of the footprints, it is certain that someone has stepped on it, there should be a fight!"

Many people mentioned that the heart in the throat fell back to the chest in an instant, Yan Yan sternly asked: "What about Lumino's reaction?!"

The detective said concisely: "There is blood!"

If there is blood, there is DNA, and if there is a fight, it means that at least Chu Ci was still alive when the car was abandoned!

The hard work in the middle of the night finally paid off, and they were released from the tight crevices in one breath, and many people fell to the mud on the spot regardless of their appearance.

Yan Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood upright beside the bushes, and said solemnly, "Extract bloodstains for DNA comparison, do it now!"

The pockets vibrated, and the phone rang.

Yan Yan took out her mobile phone and glanced at the number, the caller ID was "Lu" - Jiang Ting.

"Why does this person have a more nose than others." Yan Yan laughed, but he didn't hear the lightness in his tone, and picked up the phone: "Hello? I can tell you, just now..."

Jiang Ting's voice sounded on the phone: "I have a guess, it may take you a little time."

"What?" As soon as Yan Yan's voice fell, the phone vibrated, indicating that he had received an unread text message from "Lu".

"Jian A6U789, Jian A6U766, Jian A9U766... ​​What do you mean by sending me these?" Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "Jian A6U799 is Hu Weisheng's license plate number of a white Ruizhi, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, behind which was the warm and clean orange light of the living room, and the dark night like ink was separated by a layer of glass, outlining the outline of his profile, and his brows were tightly locked into a deep line:

"The license plate is usually the same factory, the same color, and the same type of license plate. Why does Hu Weisheng take a certain degree of risk to use the Reiz when he drives a Camry? Although it is also the same color and similar shape from the same factory, it does not meet the requirements of a multi-year The behavior and habits of those who sell counterfeit drugs and those suspected of drug trafficking."

Yan Yan was slightly stunned.

"Hu Weisheng refused to explain his girlfriend during the interrogation, which shows that the female kidnapper is very important to him." Jiang Ting said solemnly: "So is it possible that she asked Hu Weisheng to use the couple's car number with him?"

Jiang Ting hung up the phone and stood in front of the window for a long time.

Han Xiaomei has already left, the dark night is still full of wind and rain, and the city under her feet is shining with a vast sea of ​​lights. Laughter and steam wafted from the windows of thousands of households. They didn’t know that in many corners that could not be penetrated by light, there were disgusting crimes being staged, and countless people were running through the night to prevent crimes. .

The heavy rain whipped the floor-to-ceiling windows frantically, Jiang Ting clasped his arms and took a step back.

This action subconsciously seems to be seeking some kind of false sense of security in the quiet, brand-new and beautifully decorated apartment behind him. However, this place is empty and silent, and there is only a trace of indescribable aura lingering in the void. That was the last time the owner here. Left in a hurry.

Resolute, straightforward, warm, even a little fiery.

Jiang Ting shuddered slightly, as if he had woken up from some unrealistic dream, and suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of the window again.

The phone rang again, and Jiang Ting picked it up: "Hello, Yan Yan?"

"Jian A9U766!" Yan Yan's voice was very clear in the rain, probably shouting to the phone: "The owner is Liu Wanqiu, twenty-seven years old, guess who she is?!"

Jiang Ting said, "I can't guess, but your people must be on their way to find her."

Yan Yan laughed loudly and said, "Ding Jiawang's wife's cousin!"

Jiang Ting couldn't help but smile.

"We have extracted the DNA of at least one suspect from the scene. The online DNA search shows that the person's name is Chi Rui. He was imprisoned for illegally making guns ten years ago. At present, we cannot determine whether it is related to the black gun held by Fan Zhengyuan. On the way to the arrest." Yan Yan paused and said in a meaningful way: "You stay at home, and before this case is over, unless I send someone to pick you up, don't mess around."

Who sent Fan Zhengyuan, why did he target Jiang Ting, and whether he had any connection with the person who held Chu Ci hostage? The secret hidden behind Jiang Ting is like a bottomless black hole. I don't know how many "Fan Zhengyuan" are hidden, and they are staring at him and preparing to kill him.

Jiang Ting hung up the phone, let out a long sigh of relief, and finally felt a little relaxed.

The Pu-erh tea that Han Xiaomei brewed before leaving was already cold, Jiang Ting didn't care, she took a sip and just touched her tongue: "Pfft—"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Jiang Zing almost choked his back, looking at the white porcelain cup in his hand in horror - but Yan Yan couldn't appreciate the expression on his face that had not appeared on his face for decades. Immediately afterwards, he put down the cup, slid into the kitchen, and saw the tea box opened by Han Xiaomei at a glance.

The tube of tea cakes wrapped in oil vellum was disassembled, the top piece was forcibly pried off with a thumb-sized gap by a knife, and the rust-colored tea residues were scattered on the snow-white marble countertop.

"..." Jiang Ting's right eyelid started to twitch.

Yan Yan hung up the phone, smacked her lips, seemed a little unfulfilled, suddenly raised her head and asked, "Han Xiaomei."

Ma Xiang drove in front, and Han Xiaomei, who had just returned to the scene, sat in the co-pilot: "Yes, Team Yan!"

"Do you think Consul Lu is very troublesome?"

Han Xiaomei: "..."

Yan Yan is earnest and tempting: "It's like you're going to get sick at any time, and you're still very squeamish. You won't eat the eighteen-yuan bucket of instant noodles, and you can't stay up all night with us in the rain, right?"

There was silence in the carriage, only the sound of the big wipers slapping the windows and the bumps of driving, Ma Xiang cautiously said after a while, "Just be happy with this kind of thing."

"Hey, I'm serious with you..." Yan Yan was about to say something when suddenly Han Xiaomei's cell phone rang, and the caller showed Mr. Lu.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, we're on our way to arrest the suspect, I—"

Jiang Ting interrupted her, and his voice was very low: "Did you take apart the tea cake in Yan Yan's house?"

"?" Han Xiaomei: "Yes."

Judging from the ringing on the phone, Jiang Ting seemed to have swallowed something, and he asked, "Why did you take this bag?"

"Hey, who doesn't know that Yan Fu's house is expensive, and I don't dare to unpack those boxes of luxurious tea. What's the matter, Mr. Lu, is it moldy? When I first brewed it, I also felt that the tea cake was weird. It seems to have been tattered for a long time, but it smells quite fragrant..."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, then Jiang Ting ordered, "Give the phone to Yan Hyun."

Yan Yan thought that Jiang Ting was just calling to ask if Han Xiaomei had returned to the scene safely. He was sitting in the back using the walkie-talkie to contact the command center, and suddenly saw the mobile phone being handed in front of him, and picked it up inexplicably: "Hey, what's the matter, the police flower. ?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

Yan Yan: "???"

Jiang Ting's voice sounded very calm, something a little out of place: "Let me assume a situation. If someone drinks your most expensive collection, and it's not worth a penny now, what are you going to do?"

Yan Yan was shocked: "Impossible, the HSBC safe has lost the bottle of Visa card that my family photographed back then?!"

"..." Jiang Ting said, "I'm referring to the old Tongxing tea cake from 1921."

"Oh that," Yan Yan finally relaxed: "My mother took it and said that when I get married, I will use it to make tea for my daughter-in-law - why, who wants to drink it? Haha, then I can agree in advance, who will drink it. Who is going to be my daughter-in-law, cook for me, massage and wash socks, hahaha—"

Jiang Ting: "!"

Han Xiaomei in the front row: "!!!"

The word ha froze in the air, and Yan Yan finally realized that something was wrong: "Why, did you really drink?"

Han Xiaomei's whole body trembled like the autumn wind sweeping leaves. At this time, her reaction was slower than Jiang Ting, who had experienced many battles.

Han Xiaomei: "It's not or I am me, I, I, I, I, I ..."

Yan Yan fell into a weird silence.

Ma Xiang glanced carefully from the rearview mirror and found that his boss's expression was strange: it can't be said that it is angry or painful, and it seems that there is no intention to jump up to find people; if you want to speculate, it is a bit like a faint period.I look forward to something, but suddenly it feels like.

"Oh, even if Han Xiaomei said." Yan Yan slowly swallowed, "Pay attention next time."

Yan Yan hung up the phone, and it seemed not to be particularly satisfied. He grabbed his ears, hugged his arms, and leaned on the back seat with a noisy step machine.

Han Xiaomei didn't dare to squeak, and Ma Xiang was sitting on the long rainy night in front of him.After a few minutes, suddenly listened to Yan Yan:

"Doing things with frizzy! How do I take you? Go back to write for a check !!"

Han Xiaomei wanted to cry without tears: "Yes ..."

Chenky split the waves, dotted with several red and blue police cars, and drove along Jianning City, distant along the 635 Provincial Highway.