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Chapter 62
Chapter 62
Jiang Ting's head thumped, his black hair was rubbed against the door, and his eyes were filled with shock that he couldn't hide, but Yan Yan's lips and tongue with a smell of tobacco had filled his mouth and swept the upper jaw and the bottom of his tongue.
This was really too sudden, completely contrary to what Jiang Ting had originally imagined, so much so that his mind went blank, he stretched out his hand to push it subconsciously, and was grabbed by Yan Yan and pushed his arm against the back of the door. During the hasty struggle, the door panel made a few more bangs, and then the back of the clothes rubbed the back of the clothes, and it was very obvious in the blood-filled ear drums.
...will be heard by people in the corridor, there is only one thought in his mind.
Then he vaguely felt the strangeness, as if it should have been tit-for-tat, but the kiss was soft, thick and hot, and the neural touch caused a slight tingling in the brain and spine.
So unreal.
Dizziness is a little ridiculous.
Jiang Ting pinched his nails into his palm, but he didn't feel it at first. The stinging pain was drowned out by the overwhelming enthusiasm of being kissed. Launched half a step.
The surroundings were as quiet as freezing, and the nurse's walking and speaking voices in the distant corridor could be heard faintly, which made the gasp and breathing of the two of them unusually clear.
"..." Yan Yan stopped the rise and fall of the chest cavity, stood up slowly according to the position of the abdominal incision, and asked, "How is it?"
Jiang Ting squeezed the inner knuckle of his middle finger tightly with his thumb, so that he could make a more normal tone: "How about something, do you want me to praise you?!"
Although he tried his best to flatten his voice, the last word was raised a little too much, and even Yan Yan could hear it.
But Yan Yan did not laugh, nor did he have any smugness, dissatisfaction or other mood swings.
"I'm not worthy of your affirmation?" he asked rhetorically.
——All the trust mixed with temptation, the cooperation with hidden contradictions, the unreserved help in times of crisis, and the protection of life in times of distress, are these not worthy of affirmation?
"...What I said to Li Yuxin really lied to her." Jiang Ting said coldly after a long time, "The king of spades is a drug lord, I am a police officer, no matter what I do, there is no betrayal. If your The mind is carried away by a psychopathic lunatic, and it soon feels that everyone around you may be a traitor."
He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and raised his chin slightly towards Yan Yan: "You are in your thirties, calm down and think clearly, and don't kill yourself."
Boom!
The door opened and closed, and Jiang Zing's footsteps gradually disappeared in the far side of the corridor.
Yan Xun slowly backed away, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, inserted ten fingers into her hair and rubbed it hard, then suddenly took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind, picked up the new phone and opened the card.
"Hey, Dad." Yan Yan paused and said, "I had an accident in Jiangyang County. Help me call a cart and pick me up and return to Jianning immediately."
Jiang Ting opened the passenger door, got in, and buckled his seat belt.
"Let's go."
Yang Mei was sitting in the driver's seat, she was probably really anxious along the way, and she didn't even have time to put on the makeup she thought of as her life: "Brother Jiang..."
"It's okay," Jiang Ting said, "it's not me that was shot into the operating room."
However, the anxiety in Yang Mei's eyes did not ease, on the contrary, it became more intense: "Brother Jiang, if it really doesn't work, don't follow this case. China is so big, where can we hide? Dare to do it, that person is simply, simply..."
"You said the king of spades?"
Hearing this name suddenly in broad daylight, Yang Mei was stunned for a moment, and then Sen Han jumped up from her spine, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"It's not him who did it." Jiang Ting turned a blind eye to Yang Mei's coldness and said, "But it's rare that he left a flaw in this case, so he must pursue it."
"...what...what flaw?"
Jiang Ting didn't answer her immediately, but took out the sunglasses and mask from the glove box and put them on. Then, he tilted the seat back and adjusted it to an angle where his face would not be photographed by the surveillance cameras when he was driving at high speed.
"Drive," he said. "I'll sleep first and call me when I change hands."
Yang Mei knew that persuasion was useless, she glanced at him worriedly, but saw Jiang Ting suddenly rubbed the mask on her face with her knuckles for some reason, and then put her hands back to her side.
Yang Mei couldn't help but glanced strangely.
——That subtle movement looked as if he subconsciously touched his lips.
Night Palace KTV.
The last time the car was parked at the back door was when was just discharged from the hospital. When Jiang Ting got out of the car door, he glanced at the alley in the distance, but there was no young boy under the street lamp who was carrying a schoolbag and wearing a blue shirt.
He looked back.
"You don't need to call the kitchen to cook," Jiang stopped before Yang Mei could speak, and stopped her: "I'll go up and see something."
The pink and tender girl's heart that Yang Mei finally mentioned was immediately poured down by a ladle of cold water.
Jiang Ting closed the door and turned on the lamp.
The suite on the upper floor of KTV is different from the last time he left in a hurry. The bedding and bedspreads have been replaced with clean and fresh ones. Half of the water he drank was poured out to water the potted plants. Qi Lei on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Shura-
Jiang Ting closed the curtains, unbuttoned his clothes one by one, threw his shirt on the bed with his backhand, and walked into the bathroom.
The shower sprayed warm water, and the heat quickly evaporated. Jiang Ting closed his eyes.
There was a time when he felt that the most comfortable way to say goodbye to the world was to drown in warm water, unconscious and silent, as if returning to the womb of his mother, whose face he had long forgotten. But when he was strapped into the seat belt and sunk into the river, all he thought was, how can I die?
What he would never tell Yan Yan was that he was actually awake in those few seconds when the door of the car was opened for the first time.
He could feel Yan Yan being dragged out, and the little girl beside him was also rescued; the carriage slowly swirled and sank to the bottom of the river. Unsurprisingly, he was the only one tied to the back seat and thrown towards the bottom of the river. The cold embrace of death.
This is the end, he thought at the time.
But he didn't expect that the car door would be opened again under the huge water pressure, so the hand that had appeared in the dream reached out to reality, pulled him tightly, and dragged him to the other side of life.
Jiang Ting took a long sigh, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the blurry mirror opposite, and he wiped the water vapor away.
The person in the mirror looks younger than he actually is, but not too young. At least the corners of his eyes have subtle traces left by the years, but because he rarely smiles, the sides of his lips are abnormally flat, and he is not his age. people's habitual nasolabial folds.
Since he was a child, his complexion has been whiter than other children, and he has been lying on the hospital bed for three years, which has made his complexion paler and less life-like, and his eyes are a little too sharp. When graduated from OUHK, physique was relatively healthy and strong, but now it's ruined. If don't try best to straighten back and raise head, will look a little weak.
——That's not a lovable weakness, but a feeling of alienation and indifference while being covered with old scars, which makes people want to stay away from it.
Jiang Ting frowned and stared at the mirror, not even thinking he was pretty. Not to mention comparing with a beautiful girl, even standing with a young and energetic little boy is particularly uncute.
Therefore, the second-generation rich criminal investigation detachment captain surnamed Yan is probably not only stupid, but also a little blind.
Jiang Ting laughed at himself and splashed water on the mirror, and the unlovable figure was suddenly twisted in the water traces.
After a while, he walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe, wiped his dripping hair, took out the whiteboard from behind the door, opened a safe welded to the wall under the desk beside the bed, and took out a few quilts The tied kraft paper bag.
The paper bag was filled with countless notes, old newspapers, dozens of photos, etc. scattered all over the table.
Jiang Ting pulled out a yellowed King of Spades playing card, pinned it to the center of the whiteboard with a magnet, and then drew a marker pen to draw left and right arrows around it. The arrow on the left points to the Gongzhou Anti-Narcotics Corps, and then another arrow is divided and written: Hu Weisheng.
The arrow on the right points to a question mark, and the left and right are divided under the question mark. Fan Zhengyuan and Jiangyang County are written respectively.
He filled in bits and pieces of key information beside each arrow, then stepped back half a step to examine the whiteboard, and after a while, he picked up the pen again and wrote two side-by-side phrases in the blank space:
kidnapping execution
He pointed "Execution" to the King of Spades, while "Kidnapping" hesitated for a few seconds and pointed to the question mark.
There was only one lamp lit in the suite, and most of the space such as the bed and wardrobe was hidden in the shadows, and only the square inch in front of him was covered with a warm orange halo. Jiang Ting's hand holding the pen rested on his lips, biting his thumb nail subconsciously, his eyes swept over the densely written notes and photos of familiar police officers on the table.
Countless fragmentary clues flashed flickering light and shadow from the eyes, and finally settled on a distant and unclear detail.
- An empty mineral water bottle.
Ma Xiang said: "The fingerprints on the bottle body and the DNA on the bottle mouth are the same, and only Shen Xiaoqi has touched it..."
The reason why this water bottle appeared at the scene is whether it was not taken away by mistake or was deliberately dropped, which is still unknown for the time being. But the water bottle itself revealed a sensitive and subtle hint, enough for Jiang Ting to grasp a crucial doubt-why is the replay of the past so important to "that person"?
A person who repeatedly goes to the theater to watch a certain performance may be because he likes the content of the performance and has a psychological touch or resonance.
But if he walked into the backstage from the auditorium, wrote the script himself, repeatedly induced, and even forced the actors to re-interpret his own script over and over again, it could only show that he was dissatisfied with the original script.
He was dissatisfied, but he couldn't go back to the past to correct the plot that had ended. The regret and unwillingness gradually fermented into paranoia over time, and finally developed into today's cruel and treacherous serial kidnapping.
Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes.
The most terrifying criminals are not naturally sociopaths, vengeful murderers, or high-IQ professionals, but people who know that they are extremely mentally distorted, and who can control and enjoy it well, thus exerting a high criminal talent. This kind of person is usually somewhat similar to the description of psychopaths in psychology, and while lacking the ability to feel normal emotions, they are extremely good at "imitation" emotions and exploiting the emotions of others; therefore, although most of their emotional expressions are not spontaneous It is from the heart, but it is often difficult to see through its hypocrisy, and at the same time, it avoids the various psychological weaknesses of normal people because of their feelings.
The king of spades is a typical example of this, and even more ruthless and difficult to deal with because of the unique growth environment.
Jiang Ting's lips suddenly showed a slight icy arc.
When he just woke up from a coma, because his physical and mental states were extremely poor, his mind was difficult to adjust, and he had the thought that he would never be able to deal with the king of spades in his entire life. But the appearance of this empty mineral water bottle seemed to give him a glimpse of an opportunity from the desperate situation.
——That person's pursuit of bloody punishment revealed a strong and paranoid feeling, and this kind of feeling will inevitably lead to psychological weakness.
That said, the opponent is not invulnerable.
But how to start?
The room was quiet, Jiang Ting pulled off the cap of the pen, and was about to write something on the whiteboard when suddenly he heard a sound from outside the glass window:
dong dong dong.
He turned back sharply.
dong dong!
Someone knocking on the window?
Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the documents and photos on the desktop into the safe and locked it. He wiped off the words on the whiteboard a few times, and almost cleaned up the beginning and the end. He walked to the window and closed the curtain slightly with two fingers. Picking a line, and then stunned:
"you……"
It was Yan Yun who was holding the drain pipe outside the window!
For a moment, Jiang Ting thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, but then Yan Yan knocked on the window for the third time, his expression was a little painful, which meant that let me in quickly, I couldn't hold it anymore!
Jiang Ting: "..."
Jiang Ting opened the window and grabbed his hand, Yan Yan climbed up on the window sill and jumped into the room with a "hey", the momentum made both of them stumble back a few steps, and fell on the bed at the same time.
"This is the third floor!" Jiang Ting got up and was furious.
Yan Yan sighed and covered the incision on his abdomen: "I drove the car for four or five hours..."
Who are you deceiving?How much bankruptcy does your family have to be able to afford the few hundred dollars for that chartered car?!
But then Yan Yan's next sentence suppressed Jiang Ting's anger.He said, "I just came over to say sorry to you. I shouldn't be testing you like that today. It was my fault."
"..."
"And I've figured it out." Yan Yan looked at him and whispered, "After I figure it out, I can't wait, I can't wait for a moment, I really want to come and see you."