Chapter 108

It was still dark. don't know when Lu Tuan woke up and heard the ringing sound of the outside house rang.

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

He knew who came from.

As if repeated thousands of times, he turned over and got out of bed, and the aging puffy feet stepped on the cold floor tiles. Outside the window was the dark wind of the lunar moon, whining the whistle, covering the sound of his original footsteps; he opened the door and heard a long wiusing of the lack of lubrication in the bedroom.

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

The phone made red light in the darkness, flashing and flashing.

He stood in front of the jumping red dot and stared at the phone, feeling that his obese body seemed to be dissolved into the winter night, turning into a cold water vapor.

"You pick it up," he heard a sharp and sharp voice saying, "Pick it"

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

Ding Ling Ling Bell-

With a loud sound, Lu Tu picked up the handset.

Just like the old -fashioned answering machine was clicked and pressed the soundtrack, the tape started to rotate, just like the repeated thousands of times. There were crying and laughing shouts on the phone. Dig out his eardrum:

"I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for Jiang Po, Lao Lu-"

"I killed him, I killed them, Lao Lu-"

Lu Tuan stood in front of the phone, what he wanted to say, his throat seemed to be blocked. He heard a snake -like movement behind him, and the cold breath was getting closer and closer. Then a decaying hand put on his flesh and thick shoulders, and the crying on the phone suddenly clearly cleared clearly clearly clearly clearly Clearly appearing behind the ear:

"Why built me ​​the national flag?"

Lu Tuan stared at the front, his hand was loose, and the microphone was like the head dying after hanging, and it fell to the ground.

"Haven't I told you?"

"I told you specifically?"

"Why do you cover me? Why? Why-"

Don't look back, he thought, don't look back. But the unsighting force in Mingming forced him to turn his neck in one inch, and saw the purple face that was close to the bleeding behind him. Its blue and purple lips were still together, making a stern cry:

"Why do you cover me a national flag"

"what!"

Lu Tuan woke up sharply, his chest was violently undulating, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

Ding Ling Bell -Putting the office empty, the telephones on the table are still unyielding, and the caller ID is Secretary Zhang.

"..." Lu Tuan answered the phone, his voice was hoarse and difficult to discern: "Hey?"

"Hey Lu Zhuan, some of the regular reports of vice deputy detachment need to ask for your opinions and confirmations, can you?"

The fat and heavy old chief closed his eyes and felt that the eardrum was still buzzing, and the cold sweat had wet the cross vest under the white shirt. After more than ten seconds, he finally tried his best to stabilize his breath, his heartbeat was still fighting at the throat, and his chest had a little acupuncture pain.

"Yes." Lu Wei's entrance finally said steadily, "Let Qin Chuan come in."

He hung up the phone.

"Room 301, Block A, Building 701 in the Bootao Garden Community," Yan Yan threw his backhand into the door, blocked the sun with his hands, looked up carefully and looked at the residential building of the gray, and narrowed his eyes: "This place where Yue Guang lived flatly was not good Well. "

There are only six floors on the old -fashioned residential building. The balcony above the three floors is open and open, and you can see the flowers and green sheets, shorts diapers, flowers, birds, fish insects, and carton debris. Each household's air -conditioned chassis is hung outside the wall, and the rainwater pours the air -conditioning stent, and a few yellow rusts are hung under each balcony neatly.

The taxi stabbed away, and Jiang stopped, and looked up at the balcony of the thirty -zero.

Yan Yan turned his head and asked Qi Sihao: "Yue Guangping has been dead for almost three years, this house has not been sold yet?"

Qi Sihao was a little welcoming in the past two days. He wore masks, sunglasses, and baseball caps everywhere.

"No one lives? Just empty?"

"Yue Guangping has no relatives here." Jiang Pai answered his questions. "His hometown is not located in Gongzhou, his wife died very early, and it is said that he could not give birth, so he did not have children. Usually, he was a young nanny at home. He was his hometown. He had returned to the country to take his grandson in the past some time before he was in the accident. "

Yan Yan said casually: "Well, this is really enough ..."

He wanted to say that it was really lonely, but when he thought about it, it was always not good to talk about the death of your death, so he swallowed his words back and smiled and slapped the shoulders of the river:

"Go, go up."

The corridor is stenosis and is full of debris, and the sealing of the iron door rusted in the 30 -one -bedroom. Yan Yan stabbed twice the sealing strip twice, signing Qi Sihao, who was holding the key: "Open the door."

The key was stolen from the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau's archive box. Qi Sihao had no other way, so he had to go to the door. With the squeak of the squeak, the iron door and the wooden door opened in turn, and the living room of the nightmare -like living room appeared again in front of Jiang Po three years ago -just this time there was no dead body on the ground, only technical investigation used white chain pen to draw out the use of white chalk drawings to draw out the use of white chalk drawings to draw from the use of white chalk drawings to draw out the use of white chalk drawings to draw from the use of white chalk drawings to draw from the use of white chalk drawings to draw from the use of white chalk drawings to draw out the use of white chalk drawings to draw from the use of white chalk drawings. A humanoid.

"Cough ..."

Floating ash flies, the light is dim, and all the furniture furnishings are sealed in a static years. Yan Yan took the lead in drilling into the door and stood in the middle of the living room. Although the area was spacious, it was obviously the decoration style of the 1990s.

No wonder Jiang Xuan chose to believe Yue Guangping and explained to him all hidden feelings.

Looking at this standard of living, Yue Guangping is obviously a solitary elderly who lives in a livelihood of salary allowances. He heating and heating fees should be extremely superior to ordinary people, but there is still a lot of distance from "rich people".

"You are also rough enough for you," Yan Yan suddenly discovered something, and finally he could put Jiang Shun's once mocked Jian Ning's words and lost it to Gongzhou. There is no physical evidence logo, it has been removed? "

Qi Sihao finally took off the sunglasses indoors and looked at him embarrassed: "But, this is not the scene."

Yan Yan stunned, and then responded.

"The death of Deputy Mayor Yue always said that it was heart disease, so ..."

Since it is a heart attack, it is not necessary to even investigate. It is more responsible for drawing personal forms.

Jiang stopped wearing a glove, slowly kneeling on the ground, watching the white powder pens under his feet out of the human figure, stretched out his hand gently from the ground, as if he was stroking the corpse that the old deputy mayor could not look at it. His hair was already a bit long, Liu Hai covered his eyes, and from the perspective of strictly, he could not see the shimmer of light in his eyes.

"He was lying here like this." Jiang stopped faintly, "His face is purple, his lips are blue, and there are vomits around ... staring straight ahead, and in the end he didn't close his eyes."

Yan Yan squatted down, "Have you told me, Yue Guangping wore sweater and autumn pants when he died?"

Jiang stopped nodding.

——In the case of fear and nervousness, you can also notice the surface details of the corpse. Instead of the strong psychological quality of Jiang Xun, it is better to say that he is a professional instinct to penetrate the bone marrow as a criminal investigation expert.

"Do you remember other details?" Yan Yan asked without any hope.

"Not much." Jiang stopped with a bitter smile. "I was very bad in my body at that time, and I heard the siren ... In order not to leave the footprints and fingerprints, I didn't even enter the threshold. "

He paused a little, and suddenly remembered something, referring to the coffee table in front of the sofa: "By the way, there was a flip ashtray on the ground."

ashtray?

"Is it killed by the ashtray as a weapon?" Yan Yan suspected, "But the body of the corpse is obviously poisoned."

"I don't know. It may be that the coffee table is crooked, the ashtray slipped from the desktop and fell to the ground; it may be copied by the murderer who is passionately killed as a weapon, and then thrown it on the ground. The traces of the result are completely different, but I only glanced at the distance from a distance, and I couldn't tell the difference with this. "

Yan Yan thought about it, and suddenly a sentence: "It may be that the murderer just cleaned out his own DNA cigarette butt from the ashtray."

Jiang stopped his eyebrows.

"A thin old man wears autumn pants, and the image will not be very good. Even if you see guests at home, the possibility of coming for women is very small. If you change to a male acquaintance with intimate relationships, the two sit on the sofa while talking Smoking is almost all said. "Speaking of this Yan Yan looked up at Jiang Po, turned to Qi Sihao, and raised his chin:" Do you know that Yue Guangping has a very close relationship with male acquaintances? "

Qi Sihao was right.

"As far as I know." Jiang Pu suddenly paused, seemed a little weird, and then said slowly: "Unless there is a person ..."

Yan Yan asked: "Who?"

"……I."

They stood up for a moment, Yan Yan stood up and stunned his thighs: "This joke is not only funny, but I don't believe it."

Jiang stopped bitterly and exhaled bitterly.

"Take a look at the house," Yan Yan dragged his arms and pulled the river. If it was fine, he even patted his ass: "Box cabinet wardrobe drawer, any paper with words, for guests. Tea tea cups -maybe you can find some clues of chickens and dogs. "

However, it turns out that Yan Yan had thought too much. After Yue Guangping's incident, his family must have been swept up for a round. Not to mention sensitive items such as diaries, notes, and signatures, even no newspapers and magazines were left.

This is a four -bedroom and one -living house, which is divided into the master bedroom, study, tea room and nanny bedroom. There is a recorder in the bedroom bedside. There are a few boxes of old tapes that do not know how many years of history. Teresa Teng. Yan Yan put the tape in the answer machine and tried one by one. Most of them had completely damaged and could no longer listen to it. Only one or two boxes could be transferred, but they were just ordinary old tapes without leaving any information.

But also -Yan Yan thought in the melodious and sweet "He Rijun again".

This kind of audiovisual product can also be left in the hands of the spiny K. Presumably it must be checked. The reason why it is not packed and taken away should be that there is a recorder on the scene without a tape. It will look weird. Essence

Yan Yan stood up from the bed and looked around the master bedroom.

Yue Guangping's wardrobe is similar to any older public security cadres, deep blue police uniforms, uniform white shirts, two or three belts under the steel prints of police emblem, several blue and gray scarves distributed by the public security system each; Customized suit coats used to attend formal occasions and so on.

In the small drawer inside the wardrobe, there are cufflinks, tie clips, shakes and other objects. Yan Yan opened the shake to see, a Rolex without a black water ghost, a Tudor steel watch, a clear daily wear and wear. The leather band steel surface wave piano.

Yan Yan didn't know what it was. He breathed a sigh of breath and gently put the shake back to the drawer.

Nothing to find the wardrobe, the elderly have the most white vests worn under the shirt. Yan Yan no longer reported any hope, turned around, and suddenly glanced at something, "Huh?"

——The yellow dust bag is hung at the deepest part of the wardrobe.

Pull down the dust bag zipper, there is a brand new trench coat.

"Jiang Po!" Yan Yan Gao said: "Jiang stop! Come and see!"

Jiang Pu was checked in the study, the shirt cuffs were rolled on the elbow, and heard the words entering the master bedroom: "What's wrong? -This is ..."

Yan Yan slammed his clothes with dust bags on the bed.

It was a Burberry black men's trench coat with a cluster of new white shirts, ties, belts, and black trousers, all of which are equipped with a whole set. Yan Yan seemed to be expected. He turned around and pulled out under the wardrobe. He moved out a brand new shoe box without expected. Open the inside is men's formal leather shoes, exuding the unique smell of good leather.

"..." Jiang stopped and looked at the size of the clothes, and said, "Yue Guangping can't wear No. 52, big."

"This pair of shoes is 42 yards. The pairs of leather shoes he put at the door are 40 yards. In contrast, the whole set is not he wore." "You see, this trench coat collar and cuffs have leather decoration. It is an upgraded version of his classic model. The price should be in the early 20s. Five up and down, far exceeding Yue Guangping's consumption level. "

Jiang Po hugs his arms, "I can only see that this set of clothes is very new ..."

"Yes, and the design style is relatively young, it is more appropriate between 20 and forty years old. The old man Yue Guangping is too abrupt."

Both of them looked at the thick dust bag on the bed, and no one said for a while.

" -Will he plan to buy gifts?" Yan Yan took a breath and suddenly said.

Jiang Pu raised his eyes: "Who to send?"

Indeed, to the level of the deputy mayor, if you send it up, gifts and cash are already too simple and rude. Besides, really want to give gifts like this. also dismantled the price tips and packaging of clothes and pants, as if was afraid of adding the trouble of disassembling packaging to the gift collectors.

"You can't see it?" Yan Yanqi said.

Jiang stopped blankly.

"Isn't this obvious?" Yan Yan reached out and stretched out: "A full set of internal and external formats, the color style is obviously carefully selected, the expensive is available, and the tie and shoes are also equipped ... an elderly man gives people a gift to give this gift to give this , I can only think of one situation in a normal way of thinking. "

Jiang Pu: "?"

"Father."

Jiang stopped.

"His son has just graduated, or just goes to the society to prepare for the development of his career. As a father, he prepares a full set of high -end dress for him. It is a normal thinking mode that pin encouragement and wishes. Of course, it can also be replaced with nephew or son -in -law. This is the same as that my mother took the jewelry at the bottom of the box before getting married. "Yan Yan didn't turn his mind for a while, and laughed:" Why don't you even think about this ... "

Then he stopped abruptly.

The room was ashamed and quiet.

Three seconds later, Yan Yan laughed without any things: "Do you really think of relatives like Yue Guangping's nephew nephew?"

Jiang Pu didn't speak, and only heard the sound of quiet breathing. Yan Yan didn't dare to look back at his face.

"Oh ... I still know this for the first time." The halfway Jiang stopped, "I will remember when your nephew or nephew graduated from college in the future."

A hot emotion flooded from the heart, and the five internal organs were trembling slightly, and even the breath of the nose brought strange shudder.

"... Okay," Yan Yan tried his best to make his voice naturally smooth, as if nothing happened, and laughed: "At that time, we must remember."

"This wish is good." Jiang Pu smiled slightly, saying, "But I really don't know that Yue Guangping has any nephew in Gongzhou. If it is a junior or older relatives of his comrades -in -arms, I can't even say it ... However, someone must know Yue Guangping's interpersonal relationship. "

Yan Yan couldn't help asking: "Who?"

Jiang Shun said, "The nanny he returned to his hometown."

The old nanny was Han Xiang, and the neighbor was called Auntie. Jiang Pu had seen several times when went to the leadership of the New Year's Eve. knew that the aunt was about sixty years old.

Said to be a relative. In fact, the villagers were eight hundred miles away, and Han Hanxiang had to do it in Yue Guangping's house for about eight or nine years. Yue Guangping's wife has died early, and has not married again for so many years. According to Jiang Xingping's observation, he should be an ordinary employer relationship with the black -faced door, and there is no wind and moon between the old man and the old nanny between the elderly nest elderly and the old nanny. story.

But anyway, it is a nanny of the home for so many years. If anyone else has a better understanding of Yue Guangping's relative relationship, it is indeed only Han Hanxiang.

When he left from Yue Guangping's house, Yan Yan gave the set of positive photos, then sorted out the dust bag and hung back the deepest part of the wardrobe.

Jiang Pu first went downstairs to call the car. Yan Yan closed the wardrobe door and stared at the door handle that had been painted because of all year round. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Shun's current psychological state is very weak in material needs. Yan Yan thought about it, and did not expect that he had had special attention to anything. The only thing that showed obvious love was those Pu'er tea cakes.

It is really a thermos cup to become essential -Yan Yan thought so, with a bit of sweet and sour emotions in his heart.

"When everything is resolved, Jiang Pu can also appear in front of everyone. I must prepare him from head to toe." Yan Yan thought: "Although I still know too little about him, all I can't say what he likes to eat, and I don't know what the dressing materials, styles and colors he likes, but then you can slowly inquire and always inquire. "

He thought so, only listening to Qi Sihao's head and asking, "How can we leave?"

"Oh." Yan Yan turned around and asked casually, "Where is the Jiang Team?"

Qi Sihao shrank his head and put on the sunglasses mask again nervously.

Yan Yan nodded, went out with Qi Sihao, and watched him lock the door.

"I will go home later, my wife is already asking." As long as Qi Sihao had outdoors, he kept looking around. He was always worried that the roadside might rush out of his knife and stab him. My wife, take a little change of clothes and come out in ten minutes -can you wait for me in the car? Don't let me act alone. "

Yan Yan sighed: "Okay."

Qi Sihao was a little relieved, and also emphasized: "My family is not far away, just in this nearby community, it is on the way with the hotel."

Yan Yan nodded and suddenly remembered: "Where does the Jiang team live?"

"what?"

Yan Yan suddenly came to interest, and said that he knew nothing about his life in Gongzhou, so he asked, "You will not return to the police station dormitory. Did he buy a house?"

"You suddenly asked this ..." Qi Sihao froze for a while and scratched his chin: "I really don't know. The Jiang team did not participate in collective activities for seven days a week, let alone ask someone to go home to dinner or something. No one should know where he lives. "

At this time, they had gone to the community exit, Jiang Po faced them to them, standing on the side of the taxi.

"Okay," Yan Yan ordered: "Then you go back to the police to help me see."

Then he couldn't help speeding up and greeted Jiang to stop.