Chapter 107

Three years ago, Gongzhou.

January 10th.

boom! The door of the abandoned house was pushed open, the cold wind was rolled into the room, and countless dust rose suddenly in the dim light, and then dancing gradually silently.

"Go in," Ajie whispered.

The young man who was betting had been thinner, there was no blood on his face, his lips with light Cangqing, and even his shoulders bones were stunned. Probably because of the deprivation of vision for a long time, the eyes could not accept external light after the blindfolded cloth. His eyes have always been closed. The dark eyelashes are condensed by sweat, and the messy covers are covered with stingy eyes. A tired arc.

The light is indeed too weak, and most of the indoor scenes only outline a few hazy lines.

If you just look at the silhouette, no one will recognize this young man, that is, the second team of Gongzhou anti -drugs who was tied back a few months ago stopped.

Jiang Pu was held into the door by Ajie half a hug. Someone stepped forward and held his head with the muzzle. Someone stuffed a hard and cold thing in his weak hand -that was a gun.

Aje took his mobile phone and leaned in the ears of the river, and then the mild and cruel voice of the nightmare sounded:

"Kill this undercover in front of you, you are free."

"No, I can't do it. I ..."

"you can."

"No. Simply you killed me, kill me quickly"

"You can do it," Slap K is still very patient, and even with a smile in the words: "You don't want to die, Jiang stops, you are the person who I have seen in this world. You will give up to fight for even the slightest vitality. This is your nature. This is what you born, so you can do it. "

"..."

"Kill him, and then you will be free, otherwise you will die here too."

Jiang Pu was breathing rapidly, and his hand shook with his gun. He had never been so scared of the gun in his life. It seemed that he was not holding the handle in his hand, but the cold poisonous teeth of the snake. The venom was soaked through the skin until the death was brought to the heart.

"Jiang Po," Blint K's tone was full of induction, saying, "Didn't you say you can win me? Prove it to me."

I do n’t know how long, the time is very long every second, and the hand that Ajie has been staring at it finally moves

The gun was slowly lifted to the air, and then the muzzle turned, and it turned to Jiang to stop his temple!

"Well!" Ajie yelled, saying that he was late and then, and he turned the muzzle with a hand holding Jiang Po, only listened to the next second: Bang!

The man in the dim angle in front of him shocked, and then slipped against the wall, fell to the ground in powerlessly.

The dead silence was solidified for more than ten seconds, and then slammed, the gun in Jiang stopped on the ground. The last nerve that was tightened to the limit was finally broken. The whole person leaned back, and was caught by Ajie. He opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils.

Some people rushed quickly, and some people were calling, but Jiang stopped everything.

The syringe needle stabbed into the skin. At that moment, the tingling made him wake up. The consciousness was extremely clear, but his body did not listen. He struggled to stand up in the trembling, and the needle broke away from the body with a line of blood stars, and fell off the dust on the ground.

Then he started coughing, coughing the trachea spasm, his whole body curled up, and his throat was full of rusty sweet fish. During the gap in the ventilation, he heard Ajie's voice saying, "It's better to take a shot."

But he did not answer, barely stopped the drama cough, swallowed his blood with blood foam, and he didn't know who to support, and stood up embarrassed.

"Don't care about him, Jiang Po is such a person." Slap K's voice said on the phone, "He is free now."

Jiang Po pulled back his hand and seemed to want to stand firmly with his own strength, but the health and physical strength that the sharp consumption of the sharp consumption for many days could not even do such a simple self -requirement. He staggered a few steps, and his back leaned against the wall, feeling that the whole world turned around in front of him.

Then in the drowsiness he heard something—

It was the sound of sirens from far and near.

"The police are here, Jiang Ting, I'm going to give you back to them."

The king of spades on the other end of the phone sounded very nostalgic. No matter what he said, it seemed like he was talking in love, with a mellow and softness that was always stable and disgusting, whispering in his ear like a nightmare.

"When you return to the ranks of the police and face countless doubts, questions and accusations, and bear all the hatred, hatred and abuse, please don't forget the bet we made today; No one will trust your words, and no one will listen to them, because all the facts have proved that you are a traitor."

"One day you'll find out that I'm right, and you'll be willing to go back to where we first met. And until then, as long as there's one more cop willing to believe in you—even just one." The King of Spades mocked His smile deepened, and he said, "It's all a loser."

The siren was approaching rapidly, getting louder and louder. The sound of water splashing came from outside the abandoned house. It was drug dealers pouring gasoline around.

"Goodbye, Jiang Ting," said the king of spades, "I welcome you to admit defeat at any time."

The raging fire engulfed the house, and under the gloomy sky, the roaring flames danced wildly.

The red and blue police lights flashed, the fire truck whistled sharply, and the footsteps swarmed towards the burning house; but Jiang Ting did not look back, nor did he dare to look back. All his strength was used to hide and run, even if it was a desperate stumble.

I don't know how far ran, but the voices of people and the noise of the flames were all left behind, and only the roaring north wind was left in ears.

His eyes darkened, he stumbled to the ground, and finally lost consciousness.

"...Team Jiang..."

"Team Jiang..."

"Captain Jiang!" Someone shouted at him in the haze: "Wake up! Hurry up!"

After a few minutes or longer, Jiang Ting finally slowly opened his eyes.

He couldn't focus his vision, and his blurred and scattered eyes were cast in mid-air, only to see a large gloomy gray and blank sky. After a long time, the pain like tens of thousands of needles finally returned to this body, and all the internal organs were twisted and shrunk into a ball.

In the throes of pain, he suddenly heard someone keep saying: "...I know you must be alive, I know you must not give up..."

Jiang stopped using all his strength, finally turned his head slightly, and saw the surrounding scene clearly.

He passed out in a bush on the outskirts of the city, far from the scene of the fire surrounded by police cars. A thin old man in a dark blue uniform and a white shirt was half-kneeling by his side, his white hair trembling in the cold wind, his face flushed and eager, and he kept saying something excitedly.

"Fortunately, you didn't die, it's good to live, it's good to live!"

Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he finally recognized who he was—Yue Guangping, the former deputy mayor and chief of public security of Gongzhou.

"Don't move, don't move, you've been hurt too much. I've already called your contact person named Yang Mei and told her to come here to pick you up. I'll be fine, take care of your injuries first, as long as you're alive, everything is fine. Think long-term—"

"……there is none left……"

Yue Guangping paused: "What?"

Jiang Ting lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, his eyes blank with despair, and said, "The rivet is dead."

Yue Guangping's whole body shook violently: "What did you say?!"

"I failed. The drug trade was in the eco-park, and all my team members died in the plastic factory... I failed." The palm came out: "There is no long-term plan at all. My teammates are dead, and the rivets have also been killed by me. They have no long-term plans anymore..."

Yue Guangping covered his mouth, wiped his face heavily, and said word by word, "But you are still alive!"

Jiang Ting's face was blank.

Yue Guangping gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you live, you can take revenge!"

He got up and carried Jiang Ting up. Although the former deputy mayor was already old, Jiang Ting didn't have much weight at this time.

"I'm the supervisor of the rescue operation. I can't leave the scene for too long. I have to go back." Yue Guangping asked him to sit down against the stone and calmly said, "Later Yang Mei will come to pick you up and go to the safety we have been meeting before. house before moving on to the next step. Remember the safe house? You remember the address and password, right?"

Jiang Ting's ears were ringing, his spirit was extremely unstable, and he nodded hastily.

"The investigation team of the 1009 plastic factory explosion is of a very high level. Even I am under 24/7 surveillance. It is estimated that I will not be able to contact the outside world at any time in the next week. You should recover from the injury first, and I will contact you in seven days. We are still Meet at the safe house."

Yue Guangping got up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped again, hesitating for a moment before speaking, then slowly said, "I'm investigating another matter recently, and I've almost got my eyes on it..."

Jiang Ting was groggy and in a very bad state.

"I'll let you know when I get the final result." Yue Guangping gritted his teeth and whispered, "You must persevere and wait for me to contact you."

Yue Guangping walked away quickly, black smoke billowed in the wilderness, it was the fire brigade who extinguished the abandoned house lit by gasoline, they should have found the body of the rivet and Jiang Ting's gun.

And farther away, Yang Mei, who received the notice, was rushing over quickly, preparing to take Jiang Ting to a safe place to recuperate——

Under the vast sky, dark clouds piled up and rolled, and all the conspiracy and desperate traps were officially opened at this moment.

In a hotel suite.

"—What is Yue Guangping investigating?" Yan Yan sat on the sofa and frowned sharply: "Why do you say 'other', are you investigating something else before?"

Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, unable to see his expression against the light, but he slowly shook his head: "I don't know what he meant by 'other', he died before he could tell me. But Before that, the two of us have been conducting follow-up investigations in the Gongzhou City Bureau, hoping to get rid of the internal nails while destroying the king of spades."

Yan Yan said unexpectedly, "The two of you?"

"..." Jiang Ting seemed to smile bitterly: "Yes. Do you remember when I told you before that the rivets were exposed before the 1009 Plastic Factory's anti-drug operation?"

Yan Yan stared at him.

"The rivet is exposed, who betrayed it? This person must be in the Gongzhou system, and his position is quite high. Combined with the fact that the previous siege against the king of spades has always failed, I guess someone at the top is the inner response of the king of spades. But I'm not sure who it is."

"—You know this feeling is terrible. The traitor is by your side, but you don't know who he is. It may be your most admired predecessor, or your closest partner. People come and go, ghosts and shadows. Chung-chung, it's spying on you in the dark, but you can't catch this ghost in human skin."

Jiang Ting took a breath and said, "I didn't have much time at that time, because Operation 1009 is about to start. If I want to temporarily revise the action plan, I must find a completely innocent and trustworthy leader to rely on. After much consideration, I chose Yue Guangping."

Yan Yan asked, "Why him?"

"There are two reasons for this." Jiang Ting explained: "First, he is my immediate supervisor who has been taking care of me and promoting me, and I know him the most; second, he is the deputy mayor of Gongzhou and is at the level of the Public Security Department. Chief, the leader of Gongzhou Police No. 000001, who else can I trust if I don’t trust him? If even he is a ghost, then I will be doomed anyway, and there is no need to fight with the king of spades.”

Yan Xun nodded slightly and thought: "So before the 1009 plastic factory anti-drug operation started, Yue Guangping believed that you were not a black police officer."

"He won't believe me based on my rhetoric. He should have verified it through various methods, but he doesn't know how." Jiang Ting took a breath and said, "After he believed my confession, the two of us joined forces. I have been investigating inside the city bureau for a while, but have found nothing. I can't find out how a lot of inside information leaked to the king of spades. This ghost is so hidden and so perfect that sometimes I have a kind of feeling that it is in the end. The illusion of non-existence."

"In this way, as time passed to the beginning of October, Operation 1009 began. After obtaining the consent of Yue Guangping, I temporarily revised the action plan and transferred the police force from the ecological park to the plastic factory."

Yan Yan realized something and asked: "That means only Yue Guangping knows about the revision of the action plan besides you?"

"That's true in theory." Jiang Ting said lightly, "But in fact, if the inner ghost's permission is high enough, you can also observe from many clues that the action plan has been temporarily modified... So we can't say that the plan is leaked. It must be Yue Guangping."

——That said, but Yan Xun immediately understood why after the explosion, the only person who desperately advocated to rescue Jiang Ting was Yue Guangping: If he was innocent, he really had to rescue Jiang Ting at all times. On the one hand, he proves his innocence, and on the other hand, the two of them confront each other and investigate the ghosts.

"And then?" Yan Yan asked, "Did Yue Guangping contact you a week later?"

Jiang Ting was silent for a while, then nodded: "On January 18, I received a call from Yue Guangping."

Three years ago, 1.18——

"The last time I told you about what I was investigating was about how the King of Spades learned about your temporary modification of the action plan, and now the result is basically certain. I didn't expect it, really didn't expect it... If the two of us found out sooner, None of this will happen..."

The curtains were drawn so tightly that no light could penetrate the room. After seven consecutive days of recuperation, Jiang Ting recovered a little, but his energy was still very low, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "What happened?"

Yue Guangping's forcibly suppressed breathing came from the other side of the phone, and after a few seconds, he said:

"I think I found out who the ghost is."

——Jiang Ting's pupils shrank in an instant.

"I don't know if they have targeted me, I may have been targeted. This matter is very complicated, the phone is not safe, we will meet in the safe house in an hour." Yue Guangping couldn't help breathing hoarsely, which was obviously caused by nervousness : "I'm sorry for you, Team Jiang, no matter what happens... No matter what happens in the future, I can die, but please live, I'm sorry."

He hung up the phone.

Yan Yan's sitting position is with his legs wide open, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers constantly rubbing his chin, and he wonders, "Why is Yue Guangping's words so weird..."

"It's really weird, but I can't figure out where the blame is." Jiang paused and said, "I hung up the phone and went out to the safe house - when I met Yue Guangping privately before, I rented a car at the park where he often fished. One of the basements in the house is equipped with a full set of anti-eavesdropping equipment. But halfway through the way, I received a text message from Yue Guangping, saying that someone had come to his house and asked me to go first, and he would be about half an hour late."

At this time, Yan Yan realized that something was wrong.

According to Yue Guangping's tone on the phone before, what he wanted to tell Jiang Ting should be extremely important and critical, so why can it be delayed for half an hour? ——In the words of Yan Yan, even if he just went out for an appointment with Jiang Zing, he would not be late for half an hour casually.

Furthermore, Yue Guangping knew that he "may have been targeted by them", so why would he invite temporary visitors in?

Is he so insecure?

"I will always remember that day, January 18. I waited in the basement until three o'clock in the afternoon, but Yue Guangping didn't come, didn't answer the phone, didn't answer the text message." Jiang Ting's tone was a little unstable, he raised his neck and took a deep breath , said: "Finally I can't wait anymore, I left the safe house and drove to Yue Guangping's house, his door was left open..."

dong dong dong!

"Takeout, you ordered takeout!" Jiang Ting, wearing the delivery boy's vest and baseball cap, stood in front of the door and raised his voice: "Hey! Is there anyone at home!"

squeak-

The wooden door opened a gap inward.

Jiang Ting's brows twitched, and some kind of fear suddenly came to his heart, but it was too late.

The door was completely open, revealing the scene inside the door unobstructed. Yue Guangping was wearing a sweater and long trousers, lying on his back on the floor of the living room, with a pool of vomit beside his bruised cheeks, his eyes were wide open, and he was obviously not breathing.

"..." Jiang Ting had no strength in his body and slowly took a few steps backwards.

how come? He repeatedly thought, how could it be?

It's like falling into an intricate labyrinth, with poisonous nightmares hiding in every room, one after another, never ending.

Just then, distant sirens sounded outside the community.

"I immediately went downstairs and drove to escape, but was found by the police car. At that time, I only had one thought in my mind: I must not be caught by them, because firstly I can't tell, and secondly I don't know if they are real police officers or The beginning of another conspiracy for the king of spades."

Even after more than three years had passed, Jiang Ting's shoulders were still a little trembling when he recounted this experience.

"Several police cars were chasing it, and I drove up the highway... The last memory is of a lorry coming out of the incline, and then I hit it head-on, and I don't know anything."

——It's like a trapped beast rushing left and right in a trap, knowing that it is all over the place, but still trying to make a way out, even if it ends up being shattered.

In the empty suite, Jiang Ting's calm and clear voice echoed: "That's it, when I wake up again, it will be two years and three months later."

Neither of them were talking. After a long time, Yan Yan finally covered his mouth with his hand and exhaled a long, deep breath.

"Yang Mei couldn't have rescued you from the police's endless net, so the police car that was chasing you at that time must have been strange. And Yue Guangping's death can basically be determined to be related to the K of Spades." Yan Yan leaned back on the sofa , The dark and bushy sword eyebrows were knitted together, and he muttered: "But who is the inner ghost he wants to tell you?"

——What kind of identity does this inner ghost have, so that Yue Guangping could not report his name directly on the phone, but had to meet and explain the whole story in person, so that he was killed at a critical moment?

Jiang Ting said: "I don't know, the police car came so fast that I didn't even have time to go to the scene of Yue Guangping's death to do any inspections. But there is one thing I have always brooded about, and I still can't figure out why."

Yan Yan suddenly raised her eyes.

"The last sentence Yue Guangping left before his death was I'm sorry."

Jiang Ting paused for a while, as if every word had been brewing between his lips and teeth for a long time, and then asked gently, word by word:

"If this is the clue he left, why does he think he's sorry for me?"