Chapter 123

Jiang Po, the former captain of the Gongzhou Anti -Drug Corps, a first -level police supervisor. During the explosion three years ago, he became the number one black police officer that he was not advocated by the high -level system. He was also suspected of murdering Yue Guangping, the former deputy mayor of Gongzhou and the public security director of the official department level.

Last night, a rainy winter night, his ghost appeared around the Hubin community in Jianning City.

"I originally wanted to go to the deputy captain of our municipal bureau, Yan Yan, walked near the community, and found that there were suspicious elements. It seemed to be peeping to monitor the building of his house. The person turned out to be a suspected of killing my old comrades Yue Guangping three years ago, and Jiang Po, who had been identified by Gongzhou as a "sacrifice"! And he still had the same party to respond! I just wanted to call for rescue, but he was found by him but he was discovered by him. He was rushed to be stabbed by him ... "

The windows in the single ward were clear, and the leaders of the Provincial Public Security Department were sitting around the bed, and several people bowed their heads for a transcript.

Lu Wei's weakness leaned on the bedside, hoarse: "Fortunately, the clothes were dressed thick in winter.

Overnight, his hair was pale a lot, and his fat and fat face also took off -after all, he was a sixty -year -old man who struggled for several hours in the rainy night. Care.

"What does Lu Wei's saying, who does not know about your wisdom and bravery?" The director of the provincial department quickly comforted: "The other party colluded with poison vendors, the cruel and cunning police seller, deserved that we should make him rope. Take revenge for you! "

Lu Wei's booing, exhausted to close his eyes.

Director quickly stood up: "Then here is here, you can't disturb the leader's rest. Lu Nu, if you think of more clues, let people make a call, let's call it!"

Lu Weong nodded with a sigh of sighing, and beckoning: "Lao Yu, send them."

Yu Zhu personally sent the people from the provincial hall and greeted them all the way to the gate of the hospital. Seeing that they left the car, they turned back to the ward and watched the Deputy Bureau sitting at the nurse station.

Wei Yao hurriedly stood up and entered the ward with her one after the other.

Lu Wei's leaning in the pillow, the yellow and yellow face was not seen at all, and even his lips were ashes: "What do you say?"

"Preparing for the establishment of a task force, cooperating with Gongzhou, and issuing a joint investigation notice in the country." Yu Zhu was sitting in the armchair by the bed, and then coughing a clear throat, showing a strong voice in the sound, and the sound showed a strong. Worries: "Lao Lu, what's going on? I don't believe the words you tipped with the people in the provincial hall, there are too many loopholes!"

Lu Wendu stopped talking and looked at Wei Yao.

Wei Yao knew that Chonglu Bureau and Yu Zhu nodded.

"I have been a colleague for two or thirty years, and I won't hide it from you, so I just said straight." Lu Wei's sigh in the gaze of the two subordinates, saying, "I am not encountered near Yan Yan's house. Jiang Pu, but knew that he was at Yan Yan's house, so he visited it and wanted to fight against him. "

As soon as the words landed, Wei Yao and Yu Zhu's tone changed, and at the same time they blurted out: "What do you say?"

"incite defection?!"

Lu Tuan raised his hand down and pressed down, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes: "Don't be anxious, listen to me. I considered it for a long time for Cexianjiang. . Jiang Pu has been secretly participating in the case of our Jianning City Bureau for some time.

Yu Zhu suspected: "Qin Chuan?"

"Yes," Lu Tu paused, and briefly repeated the investigation before and after the investigation of the poisoning incident, and admitted the encounter on the night of the arrest of the Qinchuan family. It is not much better than him, and he can't help making obvious inhalation sounds.

"After this incident, considering Jiang Pu's position and behavior, I think I can take risks, so I found him deliberately last night, and put forward a very bold idea for him ..." The meaning of self -deprecating in Lu Tuan's words laughed at himself. It's even thicker: "I hope he can completely invest in the police, and at the same time pretend to be a black policeman, becoming a nail for our nail in the spades K crime group."

More than ten hours ago

"Anti -toring?" Jiang stopped his hands in his pants pocket and leaned on the wall of the living room on his left shoulder. He seemed to hear a particularly ridiculous joke: "Tell me to pretend to be in the inside of the drug trafficking group, risky life and the police, and the police risks and the police. Inner and outer? "

The gurgling sound of soup in the kitchen continued, the hot vapor was baked and warm, and a large white mist was on the floor -to -ceiling window. Lu Wei's milk white leather sofa in the living room, the old flower mirror was sharp, staring at the young man who was handsome but acupunctured in front of him: "Yes, it really takes life to danger, but this pair of this pair You are the best way out. "

Jiang stopped rubbing his eyebrows, put his hand in his pants pocket, and asked with a smile: " - But why do I want to live for the police?"

"Because you are still alive now, more than one or two people know the secrets you live. For the police, at least there is a possibility of leaving a life, but if you are caught by the police? Anti -drug police, your various behaviors are enough to be sentenced to death? "

Jiang stopped his eyes instantly.

Contrary to his sharp-edged attitude, Lu Ju is like a cotton wall, quietly absorbing and defusing all attacks.

"Do you still want to show up in the sun one day in the future? Do you want to bear the name of a dead person and live in a sewer for the rest of your life? Jiang Ting, Yan Xun is not in Jianning now, I just need to make a phone call, you Can’t even get out of this neighborhood today.”

"Think about it for yourself and think carefully." Lu Ju snorted softly and said, "If you are caught by the police, I promise, no matter how many times the spade K explodes, it will not take you out of the detention center. Rob it out!"

The living room fell into silence, Jiang Ting was silent for a long time, and the stalemate froze every inch of the air into ice. After several minutes, he finally spoke slowly: "...I can't promise you."

Lu Bureau did not expect that he would refuse, and immediately twitched.

"There are two reasons. First, the king of spades knows what kind of person I am, and would never believe I was willing to surrender to him... As for the second."

Jiang Ting's voice paused for a while, and the bright lights in the living room reflected in the depths of his pupils. He stared straight at Bureau Lu, and a strange smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips.

"—Then what?" Deputy Director Wei couldn't help but ask.

The ward was silent. Deputy Bureau Wei and Yu Zhu seemed to be immersed in shock. After a long while, Bureau Lu exhaled heavily:

"If the first reason is just a subjective factor and can still be evaded; the second point is that I really never thought of it, and it is absolutely impossible to think of it. The moment he said this, I realized What a foolish decision to turn his back on himself, because he really cannot cooperate with the police and will never be on the same side as the police."

Yu Zhu unconsciously leaned forward: "Then the second reason is..."

Outside the gate of the hospital, in a car parked on a hidden street corner, a clerk who had just appeared in the ward with the provincial government leader in charge of taking notes was wearing headphones, and the monitor in front of him flashed blue light.

I don't know what Director Lu said in the earphone, he suddenly gasped, his heart thumped violently, and he hurriedly looked around.

There are cars on the road, pedestrians in the distance, no one notices this ordinary-looking car with a single-sided window film.

The eavesdropper sneakily unplugged his earphones, stepped on the accelerator, and headed straight for the opposite direction from the provincial office.

Eighty kilometers away from Tongshan County, Yongkang Village.

Following the bumpy mountain road for two full hours, Qi Sihao felt that not only his skeleton, but also the frame of his car was about to be torn apart. Through the hairy windows of the car, even the dilapidated rural brick houses on the side of the fields gradually disappeared, replaced by large areas of wasteland and dead trees, the gray-white hillsides in winter are endless, and the dry grass is scattered on the rough road.

The sun had already passed through the sky, and Qi Sihao was so hungry that his chest was touching his back, but looking at Yan Yan's gloomy face next to him, he swallowed and didn't dare to say anything.

How did the son of the rich family go to the countryside to donate to help the poor in person?

Where are the warm welcomes and warm receptions all the way from the counties, towns and villages?

Finally, before Qi Sihao was about to faint from hunger, the car stopped in a drowsy state, and the driver sent by the county magistrate shouted, "I'm here—"

Qi Sihao looked up like a rescuer.

The tin door had already changed its color in the wind and the sun. With the rustling of the wind, the two gray two-story cement houses were smoldered by smoke and stood abruptly on the overgrown "playground". A group of odd-shaped mud monkeys were lying on the back of the wooden fence on the second floor, staring straight at their car, and they couldn't tell they were human children from a distance.

Yan Yan got out of the car, squinted his eyes and raised his head in the wind and sand.

There are five rusty characters on the main entrance of Hongri Welfare Institute, each of which lacks arms and legs. The paint on the iron gate is still faintly recognizable. It is a semicircle that has faded to light red and is cut off by a horizontal line. Several rays symbolizing sunlight are intermittent, radiating outward from the center of the semicircle, forming a rather perfunctory image. Sunrise picture.

——The pattern behind Teng Wenyan's corpse, and Jiang Ting's yellowish blood coat when he was a child, finally traveled through time and space at this moment and gradually overlapped.

Several men and women in bloated suits stood outside the iron door, hurried forward with smiles on their faces.

The "warm welcome" that Qi Sihao had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

"Yes, the county government should have informed you. It is a poverty alleviation project of our company in S province. Every fund and task will be implemented in various regions. Of course, I will do a field inspection before signing..."

Yan Xun walked through the "playground" surrounded by the leaders of the orphanage, and the children with snot and dusty faces flew by.

"It's not easy!" The dean, who is about forty years old this year, rubbed his hands and shook his head and sighed: "Most of them are girls, and they don't need to be thrown away when they are born. I can't blame parents for being cruel. Can it be done? It’s a good heart to be willing to go to the trouble of throwing it away! Boys can count on one hand, and few have all hands and feet. In the hospital, the hospital will send it to us again—you have also seen this environment, it is really difficult, and the national finances are not delicious!  …”

Qi Sihao was so hungry that he had no choice but to follow the staff to eat a small stove. The dean diligently invited Yan Yan into the office door, and poured tea and water for him by himself.

The dean's office may be the best decorated place in the entire welfare home. At least it has tile floors and an air conditioner, which is much better than the cave-like dormitory Datong. Yan Yan looked at the dusty wasteland and the dark dormitory building outside through the glass window, and seemed to see another scene in a trance:

A thin child, running happily in the afterglow of the midsummer evening, was fluttered by the wind with short black hair. He crossed the plains and across the fields, like a swift deer slicing through the paddy fields to the end of the blue sky under the morning star.

Don't go over, a desolate and powerless voice sounded in Yan Yan's heart, which became clearer and clearer: Don't stop, come back——

But no one heard.

The little boy, bathed in the light of the sky where day meets night, gallops gleefully toward his only childhood friend.

"Mr. Yan, that...Mr. Yan?"

Yan Yan came back to his senses and saw the dean rubbing his cuffs, his eyes narrowed: "That donation thing..."

This is not difficult to do. Yan Yan had considered this problem before he came. He first greeted the county government through the annual fixed poverty alleviation project of his family. All the signing procedures were completed quickly, and the genuine red head document was sent on the same day. In his hands, there is absolutely no false part about acting.

"Just follow the numbers approved by the county people's congress, and I'll do it later..." Yan Yan paused, and added a sentence: "...add 50% more, and repair the dormitory before the year, otherwise it's too cold."

The dean was overjoyed.

Yan Yan said, "I would have people come to see it years ago."

The dean's smile from the bottom of his heart faded immediately, and then he strongly assured: "Of course! Of course!"

These tricky Yan Yan knew in his heart that he did not have the unrealistic idea that all the funds could be used for practical purposes, as long as some of them could work. The dean didn't expect him to be so happy, and he enthusiastically took out the welfare institution's management regulations and goals and plans to introduce them. Yan Yan listened patiently to him for about ten minutes before picking an appropriate opportunity to interrupt. : "In an institution like yours, when children come in and go out, there should generally be records, right?"

The dean said: "Yes, yes, there must be. We are the only welfare home in the area, so it has been decades since the 1980s..."

"Can you show me?"

The dean didn't expect him to have such a request, so he was stunned: "What are you looking at?"

"Album data, document records, children's files, etc., I only need the parts from the 1980s and 1990s." Yan Yan smiled at the surprised eyes of the dean, and said lightly: "To be honest, my wife used to be there when she was a child. I stayed in the orphanage in S province for a few years, and then I was adopted out. I donated this time because I wanted to visit the various orphanages of the year, and try to find clues about his biological parents from the adoption information of that year, so as to help him complete the donation. The long-cherished wish of tracing back to the source.”

The dean's face suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh-"

Judging from the expression, the dean probably made up a series of bloody dramas in an instant, from the eight o'clock in the domestic village to the popular Korean drama in the 1990s. Yan Yan was too lazy to explain anything, and raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, only to hear the dean's enthusiasm several times immediately: "Okay, no problem, I'll go find it for you!"

The dean immediately went out and called someone, and took a few staff members to open the archives. The management of the welfare institutions in the rural areas here is obviously relatively backward. It is not easy to look through the old archives. Splashed everywhere, relieved: "It's all here!"

Yan Yan was a little surprised—the information from more than 20 years ago was actually more than he thought.

But think about it, there is no waste paper in this broken place. As long as there are no accidents such as fires and floods, the paper materials are probably piled up in corners and corners, and no one will tamper with them.

The archives are stacked in chronological order, and Yan Yan is very clear about the specific year, so it is not difficult to find. While dealing with the dean's greetings that he couldn't hide his heart of gossip, he rummaged through Jiang Ting's texts when he was ten years old, and suddenly turned to a yellow and gray leather notebook. .

In just an instant, Yan Yan's eyes were fixed on a certain corner of the album——

In a black and white group photo, a dozen or so gray children stand in a row from tall to short. The background is the dormitory of the orphanage that was very new back then, and the painted sunrise sketches are clearly drawn on the two iron gates.

The children are all dull and ignorant, wearing the same round-necked short-sleeved shirts, and looking around, they look like clay dolls carved out of the same mold, except for the third boy from the left, who is slightly twisted and has big eyes.

The camera recorded his curious and shy smile at that moment, then sealed it in the corner of time, and smashed it in front of Yan Yan more than 20 years later.

"...This child," Yan Yan pointed to the photo, her voice trembling strangely: "There is such a big boy in the welfare home?"

"Ah, yes." The dean came over and took a look, explaining: "It may be congenital and a little sick, so no one wants to adopt, or it has just been sent shortly, and has not had time to go out. At that time, everyone's living conditions were not good at that time. , I am not easy to find a person with memory. If you are two or three or five years old, it will be much easier! "

The root of Yan Yan's tongue was slightly sour and astringent. He swallowed his mouth with force and pressed the hot pain in his chest.

"Then he was adopted later?"

"Hi, I came here seven or eight years ago. I had to check this." The dean raised his sleeve in the pile of archive bags for a long time. Brain: "Yes, this is this!"

The dean rushed to throw the dust on the record: "This is the support registration of the year, but some have been lacking. At that time, the management was not as standard as we are now. The state's policy on supporting children's welfare ... "

While he was stubborn, he observed Yan Yan with his eyes obliquely, obviously he was very curious about this unusual young rich man.

Yan Yan's flipping action stopped.

[On September 18th of XX, the adopted children were stopped. .

The fades faded in the area have noticed the most vital moment that reversed the fate of Jiang to stop the fate more than 20 years ago.

Yan Yan did not waste time to study the adopters. He was fabricated information, and his eyes fell on the picture of the page of paper. A man with a small eyes and a gloomy look, about 40 or 50 years old facing the lens, standing in front of a black car at the door of the welfare home; his left hand side was a thin and shy river, and the right side was another white. The sophisticated little boy.

The boy was obviously one year younger than Jiang, but his body volume was significantly higher. He consciously avoided the camera like his father.

At first glance, there are just two little guessing, but the darker and deep meaning behind the smile, like a needle piercing Yan Yan's heart instantly ——

He knew that he had seen the spiny K K.

Jiang Pu did not say a complete truth.