Chapter 80

"...microcrystalline wax, candelilla wax, hydrogenated castor oil, hydrogenated palm kernel oil, hydrogenated palm oil, iron ionic compounds."

Yan Yan had gauze on her head and patted the analysis report on the dining table.

The zenith revolving restaurant invested by the Yan family is fragrant and the piano curls. As soon as the private room door was closed, the low-key laughter and conversation outside the door were completely isolated. Only a gap was pushed open above the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the sound of birdsong came from the high-altitude wind.

They didn't return to Jianning until almost three o'clock last night, and Yan Yan was directly taken to the ambulance by the branch. After learning that the deputy detachment leader was attacked by Fan Wu and other gunmen at night, most of the city bureau leaders were shocked. Bureau Lv rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night. When he arrived at the emergency room, he was wearing his slippers and even his body tea I didn't even have time to get the tank.

The police center didn't make it clear, and everyone thought that Yan Yan was seriously injured - who knew that the Yan deputy detachment was indeed a man known as a monster. brain. He sat in the emergency room while hanging by the water and reported to Bureau Lu the results of the search on the criminal Fan Zhengyuan's house, handed over 250,000 in cash, and then, as they had negotiated on the road, shot the kidnapper's gun away with one shot. Ann arrived on Han Xiaomei's head.

Han Xiaomei was very uneasy, but fortunately, Director Lu only looked at her a few times, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Yan dealt with the cunning old director, and also dealt with the parents who came to hear the news. She slept in the hospital until noon the next day and was woken up alive by hunger. The full-blooded Vice Detachment Yan took a shower, shaved his beard, and put on a well-cut shirt and trousers, just like the elite male protagonist of a domestic eight o'clock time-travel to an American crime film, completely new from the inside out; then Only then did he take the technical investigation report and sauntered out to find Team Jiang for dinner.

Jiang Ting had already eaten it, with steaming coffee and afternoon tea cakes in front of him, he took the report with a frown: "Cosmetics?"

"Yes, cosmetic ingredients." Yan Yan devoured a plate of spaghetti lobster and sighed: "Technical detective Lao Huang said that the test results are exactly the same as the push-tube eyebrow pencil of the little girl in their department."

Jiang Zing nodded, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly Yan Yan asked suspiciously, "But how do you know, have you ever used it?"

Jiang Ting covered his mouth and choked a few times, "Yang Mei has used it."

"What's the relationship between the two of you? It's not a curling iron or an eyebrow pencil all day long. Don't you two use the same bottle of facial cleanser together?"

"..." Jiang Ting said helplessly: "When Yang Mei was working as an informant in Gongzhou, she was in a nightclub to deliver a report urgently. She didn't have a pen at hand, so she used eyebrow pencil and lipstick. Later, she probably got caught in an espionage war. The poison of the film, I use eyebrow pencil and lipstick every time, and I also change the color number according to the reliability of the tip..."

Yan Yan said solemnly: "Don't do this next time. Based on my analysis of more than ten years of criminal investigation work experience, she is trying to seduce you."

"..."

The two stared at each other, and after a long while, Jiang Ting finally clicked on the report: "I will admit the lipstick part, but the eyebrow pencil is not necessarily. At most, it can only show that the person who gave the money to Fan Zhengyuan may be a woman."

Yan Yan narrowed her eyes: "Red Heart Q?"

Jiang Ting was about to say something, when the box door was knocked twice, and then a young man stuck his head in with a "disturbed" expression on his face.

"Ma Xiang?" Yan Yan was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ting beckoned him to come in: "I asked him to come herehave you brought anything?"

"I brought it, I even found a computer." Ma Xiang put down his shoulders and called the waiter to order something to eat - anyway, it was the restaurant opened by his brother Yan, and it was not the first time for him. Come, order food with confidence and familiarity. After ordering, he asked the waiter to go out, and he took it to the door tightly, and then took out the hard drive and computer from the bag under Yan Yan's suspicious gaze.

Yan Yan asked: "What are you two doing, sneaking behind my back?"

"I asked Ma Xiang to find your technical team and copied something from Wang Xingye's computer. I called and ordered in front of you on the way back to Jianning from Jiangyang County last night. Han Xiaomei can testify. "

"Why am I not impressed?"

Jiang Ting said coldly, "You were talking nonsense with a fever..."

"Ah, yes," Yan Yan suddenly remembered: "Is it when I vaguely planned for us to go abroad for our honeymoon?"

Jiang Ting was expressionless.

"Brother Yan," Ma Xiang said solemnly, "As far as I heard on the phone, it was when you said that Consultant Lu didn't look like a natural child, and I wondered if I could give you two children smoothly."

Yan Yan: "..."

Jiang stopped the computer, inserted into the hard disk, and a densely packed file jumped on the screen.

Ma Xiang ordered the dishes, sitting on the other side of the dining table with his legs, and Yan Yan moved his chair to the river to stop. saw the screen full of popularity on the screen, full of Japanese, English, traditional Chinese, and non -meaningful characters that were familiar with each straight man, which made Yan Yan suddenly feel a kind of intimacy.

"... Although I can't speak Japanese," Yan Yan supported his chin in one hand and said deeply with the thinker sculpture. "But worship a few teachers who worshiped the virtue of German Yiyi, the top, the thirty roads, and the world waste industry. I still understand what I mean ... What are you going to do? "

Jiang stopped the mouse down, and quickly passed the swaying A film title, and suddenly a sudden meal, clicked a "painting exhibition -related" file.

"This surname Wang is also strange. His folder specially placed on the folder of the film is also stuffed with painting exhibition information. It is not annoying to find it?" Don't forget to take care of the teachers at work? "

Jiang Shun said, "No."

The drawing exhibition data files are all imported from digital cameras. Jiang stopped the first one and enlarged — then it was unexpected. A pair of women's feet were displayed in a very impactful posture in him. before.

"This is the private exhibition of Wang Xingye." Jiang Pu turned down the episode of the albums, and the changing screen images sent a faint light in his eyes: "Wang Xingye cannot be declared to the mouth, he can only be hidden in the computer The unique hobby secretly appreciated ... "

He paused and said, "Football."

Obviously, Ma Xiang did not really see it in the file when copying, and he stunned with Yan Yan on the spot.

"How do you know that he has foot love?" Yan Yan responded in surprise.

Jiang stopped sighing. "When Wang Xingye just ran away, you search for his residence in Jianning. As a result, did you find a bunch of women's socks of various colors?"

Ma Xiang stunned: "Later, we asked a few of his gunners, and those women claimed all the socks ..."

"Do you think he keeps these socks just for showing off your psychology?" Jiang stopped with a question and kept Ma Xiang: "No. This is not this, but another point: the age of those women is concentrated between thirty -four to forty. "

Yan Yan squeezed his chin: "I also noticed at the time, but I think it was just because he was a middle -aged person, prefers the opposite sex with mature points ..."

"Not like, it is sexual habit. Pay attention to all his paintings," Jiang Xun repeatedly clicked on the pull -down key, and the feet that could not count on the screen continued to flashed: "These feet have very distinctive things in common: painted with gorgeous nail polish ，并不纤细瘦小，甚至偏向于丰满和年龄感。一个人的性癖形成后会极难改变，对于小众性癖者，只有满足心理需求才有可能引起生理冲动——也就是说，只有成熟、 Women with plump and nail polish can induce Wang Xingye's physiological desires. Do you still don't understand what I want to say? "

Surrounded by quietness, Ma Xiang forgot even food, and a piece of cut beef did not send his mouth in the first day in the fork.

"... Buwei." Yan Yan murmured, "Buwei said that Wang Xingye had sexually harassed her for a long time, and she almost raped her ..."

江停说：“这是不可能的。汪兴业本身的道德水准相当低下，如果对她有那么强烈的执念，他肯定会去偷她的鞋袜——但马翔刚才也说，他家All ladies' collections have been claimed, and there is no copy of Buwei. "

Ma Xiang lost his way: "That little girl is lying!"

"When I saw the four words" Picking Wu Wan ", I felt too neat and elegant, not like Wang Xingye could write it, but that was just a feeling. Later, I saw the oil wax of that handwriting The texture is too delicate, unlike crayons and eyebrow pencils, there is a faint speculation. "

Jiang stopped on the computer and stared at Yan Yan immediately: "We can probably speculate the reason for the killing of Fan Zhengyuan, but there is a paradox here: if Fan Zhengyuan's killing is punished, why he hired him to hire him Wang Xingye, who came to kill me, was safe and sound without receiving any punishment? The only explanation was that Wang Xingye had nothing to do with this matter. Fan Zhengyuan took over the private job of a female employer. "

Ma Xiang was inexplicably on the side: "What? Hiring him to kill Lu Counsel?" But no one ignored him.

"... This female employer can come into contact with Wang Xingye's people, and can bypass Wang Xingye in private contact with the killer ..." The countless vague doubts in Yan Yan's mind finally became a complete logic line: "Is it because it is? ""

Jiang Pu said coldly: "Buwei."

For a moment of silence, the beef on Ma Xiang's fork fell back into the plate.

Yan Yan suddenly grabbed his mobile phone and stood up, bypass the dining table, stood in front of the floor -to -ceiling window, and called:

"Hey, Han Xiaomei, did you say that I was going to the hospital this afternoon to go to the hospital this afternoon?"

Han Xiaomei did not know what to answer, Yan Yan said, "You listen, don't ask why, now go to do something to help me now."

Hospital corridor.

Han Xiaomei hung up the phone, took a few deep breaths, turned and pushed open the door of the ward.

The sun was shining brightly, pouring in from the clean glass window, and the girl's cheeks were white and tender, almost transparent. When she heard the door open, she raised her head from the picture book in her hand, smiled at Han Xiaomei, her pink lips curved into a very beautiful arc: "Sister, are you here?"

Han Xiaomei also laughed, trying to make herself look into Bu Wei's eyes as much as possible: "I just came from the office and happened to meet the doctor about the cost of follow-up treatment..."

Bu Wei put down the album and looked a little worried: "What did the doctor say?"

"Don't worry, you are a minor victim, and the basic expenses can be reimbursed." Han Xiaomei quickly said: "But there is one thing we can't make up for you, that is, the medication during the follow-up recuperation and hospitalization observation period, the doctor said. There are several options to choose from, and of course the price of each option will vary — you know, the hospital.”

Bu Wei said softly, "I don't have much money, so I can leave the hospital now..."

"The doctor said it's better to talk to your guardian." Han Xiaomei looked at her, but her tone was very natural: "I told him that you don't have a guardian for the time being, but you are already a big-minded girl, you can find it yourself. The decision is made after consultation with the attending doctor. What do you think?"

Bu Wei's clear and long eyes fell on Han Xiaomei's face. After watching it for a while, she seemed relieved and said, "Well... can I do it myself?"

"If it doesn't work, I can only ask the bureau to try to notify your other relatives. Did your parents have other contacts during their lifetime, as well as aunts and cousins?"

As expected, Bu Wei immediately put down the album when she heard this: "Sister, then I'd better go by myself, I can do it myself. Is the doctor in the office?"

Han Xiaomei nodded and smiled.

I don't know why, maybe it's a psychological effect. Two days ago, she was still a loving little girl who could get along with her naturally, but suddenly she seemed to have undergone an indescribable change in language, and every move could take away the wards that were originally very uncomfortable. The thin oxygen makes it more difficult to breathe.

"It's the doctor who usually rounds the ward. You know him. His surname is Li." Han Xiaomei watched Bu Wei walk out of the ward, and suddenly added: "You can find him directly after you go there."

The girl turned her head, thanked Han Xiaomei earnestly, pushed the door open and went out.

bang da.

Han Xiaomei maintained that movement, and the whole person stayed in place.

Three seconds later, as if a switch had been turned on, she hurried forward, opened the door a crack, stuck her head out, and made sure that Bu Wei was walking towards the nurse at the end of the corridor. Then she closed the door of the ward immediately, pulled up the curtain on the glass of the door frame, turned and rushed to the locked bedside table, took out two hairpins from the trousers pocket of the police uniform, stabbed them into the keyhole and twisted them a few times. .

With a soft click, the lock cylinder pops open.

Bu Wei's red schoolbag was quietly placed on the bedside table.

Every heartbeat of Han Xiaomei tugged at the flesh in her throat. She kept turning her head to pay attention to the movement at the door of the ward, while shaking her hand, she opened the bag and turned it over a few times. After a while, she finally touched Yan Yan and explained that she wanted to. looking for something-

A bunch of house keys.

"Dr. Li has an operation, and he probably won't be back until after get off work. Do you have anything to do with him?"

There were people coming and going at the nurse's station, Bu Wei was still wearing a white floral nightdress, and her hands were politely folded in front of her, and the expression on Wen Yan's face seemed to change suddenly.

"Do you have any questions to ask the doctor?" The head nurse looked at her with concern: "Should I give you a call?"

"..." Bu Wei took a half step back - but that was only half a step. Then she seemed to have controlled her emotions, smiled slightly, and nodded to the head nurse: "It's nothing, thank you sister, then I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"Hey, you..."

What else did the head nurse want to ask, but the girl turned around and walked quickly across the corridor. She came to the door of the ward, stretched out her hand and pushed the door with force without hesitation, the force was so great that the door panel made a sound in the air—

call!

A tall, thin and quiet figure turned his back to her, sat in the armchair in front of the hospital bed, and gently turned a page of the album in his hand.

Bu Wei's pupils suddenly widened.

"Hello, I'm Lu Chengjiang, consultant of Jianning Municipal Bureau." Jiang Ting closed the album and turned around: "I hope you will cooperate to answer a few questions."

Jiang Ting's gaze and the girl looked at each other across the air. This side angle from the bottom to the top made each other's eyes reflect the most similar half of the silhouette to each other.It was obviously the height of summer, but the air seemed to condense into the most piercing ice slush, crushing the spine inch by inch from the tailbone to the back of the head.

Bu Wei's breathing became a little short, but Jiang Ting seemed to be unaware, looked at her and slightly tilted her head toward the hospital bed, saying:

"sit."

Meanwhile, downstairs in the hospital.

Han Xiaomei dashed down the steps, panting on her knees, just looking up and looking left and right, a Phaeton stopped silently in front of her from the crowd.

The passenger's window was lowered, revealing Yan Yan's stern face: "Get in the car."