Chapter 132: Chapter132

"Our Provincial Public Security Department's office is responsible for investigating this incident. You must give us the most authentic and detailed information about the stop of the Yangtze River ’s former anti-drug detachment. Now we can be sure that your problem is very large and that of the Municipal Public Security Bureau It is also very big! These problems require us to pull out layers of cocoon, and we will never allow any deception or concealment! ... "
The three principals were sitting in front of the hospital bed, each holding a notebook and a recording device. It is headed by a deputy director who claims to be Zhao. Yan Ye had seen it a long time before handling cases, and it seemed that he was specializing in discipline inspection.
Yan Yan leaned expressionlessly on the head of the hospital bed with a needle infused on his right hand. He only listened to Deputy Director Zhao coldly: "Although we have all the evidence of violation of discipline, we don't need to ask you anything anymore. However, after studying the leadership, you have decided to look at how you have been a policeman for so many years and give you one last chance to save yourself. It depends on your performance to determine whether you can get generosity from the organization! ... "
"Where is Lu Bureau?" Suddenly Yan Yan interrupted his passionate speech.
The deputy director Zhao's interrogation skills turned out to be negative. He frowned obviously: "I said, your city's public security bureau also has problems. Now is not the time for you to ask questions."
Yan Yan said, "I want to see Lu Bureau."
"What do you want to see Lu Bureau? Do you want to do tandem or confession? No!"
Yan Zheng said a moment, "I will see Liu Ting."
Director Zhao's face suddenly changed suddenly. The person in charge of the laptop stopped talking and reached out. He tried to persuade but did not persuade him, only to listen to him slamming the bedside table.
"Vice Deputy Yan!" Director Zhao angrily said, "You have always been a stubborn diehard in the eyes of the organization. Do you still want to resist stubborn resistance ?! I do n’t care what your background is and what ’s coming, we come here this time It's your last chance to survive! If you don't take the initiative, don't blame the organization!
The other two couldn't sit still: "Lao Zhao, hey, Lao Zhao sit down quickly!"
"That's not the way to say it, say it well ..."
Deputy Director Zhao furiously pointed at Yan Mao's nose: "I will see this for a while, and who will you see for a while. Who do you think you are? Before all the questions are clear, you better identify me as yourself! You— — "
Huh!
Yan Ye suddenly pulled out the infusion needle, and in the blood star splash, the splitter threw everything from the bedside table to the ground, and the loud noise shocked everyone!
"What is my identity? My family made a million yuan in targeted poverty alleviation last year in Guangxi Province! I am corrupt or evaded taxes, and you treat me as a prisoner without knowing anything!"
As soon as Deputy Director Zhao stayed, when the ward was dead, all I heard was the roar of Yan Yun hysterics: "Lao Tzu wants to see Lu Bureau! Lü Bureau does not see Liu Ting! Liu Ting does not see Lao Tzu and goes to the Provincial Committee! Fuck, Lao Tzu Exactly what crime was committed, go to the provincial party committee and make it clear !!! "
boom!
The infusion bottle was grabbed by Yan Yan and smashed to the ground. The broken glass of glucose splashed across the room and everyone froze.
After half an hour.
The same hospital, the same inpatient building, the ward upstairs.
"That's what you see." Lu Bureau, wearing a light blue sick suit, sat on the bed, lowered the large tea pot, and slowly said, "The second reason is that he admits that he is a red heart."
Deputy Director Zhao went back to the Provincial Department to sue, and the other two persons in charge coordinated with the Provincial Department and the Municipal Bureau, and then left the Bureau with a complex look. In the empty and spacious Gaogan ward, there were only two persons, Lu Bureau and Yan Zheng. The door was closed. Through a small glass window, Gao Panqing Ma Xiang and others were worriedly guarding the door.
The haze covered the day, and the smell of disinfection water floated in the air, even the lungs were filled with this ridiculous smell.
"I immediately said goodbye to leave from your house. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and it was already raining very hard outside. I hurried out of the community and was preparing to take a taxi back to the city bureau to report this situation, but I did not expect Jiang to stop. Always followed, and suddenly stabbed me after a brief confrontation. I was injured and fell to the ground, lost consciousness, and had been taken to the hospital when I woke up. The whole process is almost like this, more details are still being investigated I cannot tell you one by one. "
Lv Bureau held up the reading glasses and looked straight at Yan Yan.
The latter said nothing.
"He still likes you, Yan Yan. The reason why he didn't start at your house, but chose to follow up to the remote areas outside the community and then murder, should be to try his best to get rid of your relationship in this matter. If not for the rescue You have to catch Qin Chuan, causing him to show up in front of me. It is estimated that he will stay next to you incognito for another two years. "Lu Bureau shook his head with emotion:" It is God's end now. "
The thrilling outbreak of Deputy Director Zhao just now was like the return of the light before the bonfire went out, and it burst out and then disappeared, leaving nothing to be desired.
Yan Yan was silent, reaching out to touch the cigarette, but felt empty.
Lv Judai smoked a packet of cloud smoke from the gift box he came to visit, and even threw it at him: "Well, just smoke."
The click sounded, Yan Yan lit a cigarette with a light blue flame, and the fragrance of nicotine quickly penetrated every inch of nerves. His handsome and tough face was blurred in the smoke, and he finally smiled indifferently for a long time: "--God."
Then he lifted his eyes and asked, "God made you send Yang Mei with an infrared transmitter to run to Yuanlongxia to save me?"
Lu Bureau chuckled at him and grinned: "Your boy is suspicious of me?-Honestly, I don't know about Yang Mei, but she explained to the investigation team herself. Jiang stopped and left Bringing her in front is afraid to keep her in Jianning, and will tell the police more unfavorable things in the future. But after Yongkang Village found that you were rounded up by Jin Jie and others, Jiang stopped carrying a person named 'Grass flower a' Wu Tun , Took Yang Meizhi out, and if she had a chance, she would find a way to save you. "
"He worked for Wu Tun as a red heart q, and then he resorted to spades k. They were all true. But it was true that he did not want to kill you anyway." Lu Bureau waved his hand and said, "The human heart is faint and complicated. From the different perspectives of the same thing, there will be various contradictory facts. In short, it is really a blessing for your kid to survive! "
Really?
Yan narrowed his eyes, and a sharp suspicion appeared in the depths of his eyes.
Lu Bureau did n’t have to look to know what he was thinking, but he was too lazy to talk to him:
Do n’t be lucky, if I know where Jiangzhan and Spades are, I can send a large number of special police armed police officers to the Provincial Party Committee to kill them. Having this big drug lord? I, a director of public security, might send a non-staff female informant to go to the mountains and mountains to perform tasks that are so difficult and dangerous, Yan Yan, I think your fall is the basic one. Logic was forgotten! "
Indeed, if Jiang Zhan is colluding with Lu Bureau, then he should be followed by a large number of criminal police, and it should not be only Yang Mei.
Yan Yan paused in the air holding his cigarette in his hands, and for a moment did not know what to say.
"I understand what you think, Yan Yan." Lu Bureau probably also felt that he was too harsh, and eased his breath slightly: "But Jiang Zeng's nature is like this, you have to learn to accept reality."
Cigarettes captivated Yan Yan's sight. Not long ago, Jiang Zhe's words sounded from his ears again: "This journey is long and difficult and endless. Once you set foot, it is difficult to turn back ... People who can walk to the end of their lives in the national flag are after all A few, more people left in the middle, scattered, or lost their way into a fork, and could no longer fight side by side ... "
"Yan Yan," Jiang stopped in the car and looked at him that day, with an inconspicuous gleam in his eyes, and said gently: "You must learn to accept."
Yan Yan was slowly smoking a cigarette. At the moment in the ward, he finally understood what the complex but impassive light in Jiang Zhan's eyes was.
-That's mercy.
It is not sympathy that he has just experienced Qin Chuan's betrayal, but pity him a man in his thirties, but still hold such a deadly innocence.
"I see," Yan Yan finally said hoarsely, extinguished his cigarette butt, and stood up. "You can rest assured, I will cooperate with the stupid ..."
Lu Bureau nodded, relieved to finally convince him.
"Before the issue of Jiang Zhan was clear, you were temporarily excluded from the work of the municipal bureau-don't worry, this is also a normal procedure. If you strictly follow the rules you should be temporarily detained, but your mother ..." Covered her mouth and coughed: "After all, Aiko is so eager, so ... I temporarily took a special approval ... and let you suspend your job at home."
Lu Bureau's remarks were quite subtle, but Yan Zheng could imagine the scene of Ms. Zeng Cuicui's holding a gold hoop in the sky. A few years ago, this was clearly his most annoying and afraid to avoid, but now suddenly burst out from his heart a trace of gratitude and warmth.
It was unfortunate that they gave birth to such a son who was neither attentive nor filial—he thought suddenly.
Yan Yan pressed his sadness, and finally nodded to Lu Bureau, turned and walked outside the ward. At the moment of turning around, the white mist of the cigarette was spread out, revealing his once handsome and unscrupulous side face, and I saw that there were a few fine lines under my eyes, when it seemed to penetrate , the scars that have settled deep in the soul.
"... Yan Yan," Lu Bureau suddenly said from behind.
Yan Yan stopped.
"Yang Mei said she was far away, only to see Qi Sihao, the captain of the Gongzhou detachment, dead, but did not see who was shot." Lu Bureau's deep voice came: "Can you see clearly?"
Yan Yan didn't move, as if he didn't even have the ups and downs of his breath.
"... Maybe it's Jiangzhan." I didn't know how long it took, and finally his voice, sanded by sandpaper, sounded, "It was too fast at the time, but I also ..."
After a pause he whispered again: "Should be it."
Lu Bureau nodded his head in silence, Yan Yan pushed open the door, as if to escape, and walked out without looking back.
Since that day, there have been endless questions and interrogations.
What happened to Yuanlong Gorge that day, who has appeared, what words have been said, must be recounted verbatim and verbatim, not even the slightest tone and mood change. Under such a high-intensity intensive interrogation, it is very difficult to conceal or distort a particular thing. Massive repetitive narratives can confuse people's thinking and cause flaws.
Although Deputy Director Zhao was an impetuous novice that day, the follow-up experts were all interrogation experts. Their skills were more systematic and theoretical than those of Yan Qian, a long-time frontline criminal policeman. In the face of these battle-hardened old men, even if a little flaw is revealed, it will become an opportunity for complete defeat.
The "rivet" Wen Xun was k, and this incident passed back to Gongzhou, shaking the entire southwest public security system. All relevant personnel in the year Wen Wen was recruited by the agency were taken down, and the news was returned shortly. The relevant person in charge of the recruitment system was processed a whole batch.
Qi Sihao cooperated with Gongzhou City Notary Office, hazardous waste destruction company and other relevant personnel, and the major criminal facts of the transfer, theft, and trafficking of seized drugs were filed for investigation, and the case was quickly revealed. The drugs to be sold to the society through the hands of these people are high-purity
1.6 kg, methylbenzene
6.2 kg of propylamine, and a small amount of various benzene
propylamine derivatives, both in terms of nature and social harm They are all serious cases.
It is worth mentioning that they also sold at least 300g of "blue gold", but because the director of the notary office was buried in Huohai at KTV in Gongzhou, Qi Sihao died unaccountably in Yuanlongxia, and other drug dealers also prematurely or The relationship was destroyed at night, and this new fentanyl compound has disappeared in the vast ocean, and it is no longer traceable.
In addition, there was another sensation in the Southwest Police: The 1009 plastic factory explosion three years ago was pulled out again. The current mayor personally led the task force to re-establish and prepare for a comprehensive review and review.
This time the task force is different from three years ago. They are fiercely popular and have no worries. Not only is Room 701 in Yazhiyuan Community, but all life of this person in Jiangjiang Park has been thoroughly exposed in daylight. Review. Those who had a connection with Caohua a that year and were bought by the k were even the ones who should be checked and caught, and several corporate executives were taken down overnight.
But more than that, everyone knows it.
Drug trafficking syndicates are still active, and these are only exposed to the tip of the iceberg. More, deeper and more complicated interests are covered in deep water. Without a deep throat, I do not know when I can wait until the day when it is exposed.
But these have nothing to do with Yan Yan.
A full half month later, all trials were concluded, and he finally restored temporary personal freedom.
He left Jianning in the early winter, but it was already nine on the day he returned. Yan's father, Yan's mother, came to meet him at the entrance of the hospital, and saw his uncle's son slowly coming out of the door alone, and even Zeng Cui, who was always hot and hot, couldn't help but red eyes.
Yan Yan didn't say a word, and gave his parents a tight hug.
"Go home." Zeng Cui patted Yan Mao's solid shoulders vigorously, and said, "Just go home."
Many years ago, she patted the top of her son's head as easily as the ball, but now she has to lean in to get her shoulders.
Christmas is approaching, and the potted plants at the gate of the lakeside community are wrapped in red and green lights, which look very beautiful in the distance. Each unit's building entrance is hung with a honeysuckle flower vine and decorated with golden bells. . Yan Yan got down from his parents' car, went into the elevator alone to climb the top floor, hesitated for a moment when he opened the door, or pressed his fingerprint on the door lock.
Snapped.
Orange and yellow lights illuminate the living room, reflecting on the large white sofa.
The galaxy is thousands of miles away from the window, and all the lights are on. There was bone soup in the kitchen, and the whole room was steaming with delicious heat, and white mist appeared on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jiang Zhan barefoot leaned against the pile of pillows on the sofa, holding the hot tea cup, from the line He raised his head in chess and asked with a smile, "Why come back so late?"
Yan Yan stood quietly at the door.
"The soup is cold," Jiang stopped and lifted his feet and nodded in the direction of the kitchen. He smiled and ordered, "Wash your hands to serve the rice and bring me the dishes."
The whistle of the kitchen faucet, the collision of bowls, chopsticks, and plates, and the shattering sound of rubbing and kissing of the clothes, all sounded from the void one by one. Yan Yan heard his laughter spread from the entrance to the kitchen. He closed the door and walked to the sofa watching the coffee table like sleepwalking.
Jiang Zang said: "Pour three spoons of soy sauce and two spoons of vinegar into the bowl, cut some garlic and mix for a while. Did you add spicy to my bowl?"
Yan opened her mouth, her lips trembling slightly.
"Yan Yan!" Jiang Zhan turned over from the sofa and asked the kitchen, "Have you heard it!"
"..."
Yan Yan looked at the coffee table in front of the sofa, ending with a strange shudder, saying, "... heard."
Suddenly the dream faded away, as if the gray tide swept away the sound and touch.
In the living room, only Yan Yan stood alone, the sofa was empty, the kitchen was dark and quiet, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were cold and clear; there was only half a cup of residual tea in front of him, which was already so cold.
His ten fingers were deeply inserted into his hair, his palms covering his eyes, and he took a deep breath and raised his head.
That person is not here.
The man named Jiang Zhan, who had spent the day and night with him, promised the future for him, and finally, after a series of treacherous shocks, ended with a gunshot.
He has left.
As Yan Yan lost his feelings of coldness and hunger, he stepped down like a wanderer, took off his coat, changed his slippers, walked through every room in the house, turned on the lights one by one, and then turned off one by one. He seemed to be confirming that the fort was safe, independent, and isolated from the world; it was like an empty shell covering himself, tightly stitched and still in the wind, and he firmly resisted the festive atmosphere and laughter of millions of families outside Beyond the cold wind.
Then he returned to the living room, sitting on the sofa, looking at the floating dust slowly in the darkness, without talking or moving.
In fact, he should feel very tired, but strangely and completely not tired, but from the spirit to the all entered a nearly blank, nothingness.
The light came in from the window, and the light band crossed the high bridge of the nose from the cheekbones. His eyes opened unconsciously, and the lower half of his face was hidden in the thick darkness.
At ten thirty, the wall-clock hands on the wall glowed faintly green.
It's time to wash.
Yan Ye stretched out his hand to his side, but his fingertips slipped from the air, his voice sounded as if it was an illusion: "Good night, Jiangzhe."
Then he seemed to have been fused with the night and finally stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Paula--
The cold water flushed the washbasin and stopped abruptly. Yan Yan had red eyes and nose, and stood up expressionlessly, took out the face towel from the stainless steel frame that was heated automatically, and buried the face full of water drops deep inside.
Water droplets meandered from his elbow, and a drop hit the marble countertop.
No matter how lonely, the long nightclub will come.
Yan Yan took a breath in the towel and raised his eyes to look at Tang himself in the mirror. He stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly felt dull, and sniffed, looking at the face towel in his hand.
"...?"
Yan Yan sniffed the towel before reaching the nose again. This time, it was confirmed that it was not an illusion. The fabric was very light after it was wet with water, but it smelled a little pungently ... the smell of chlorine water.
Such a light odor cannot be found by others, but Yan Yan has been running a drug production site for so many years. He is particularly sensitive to ammonia, chlorine and other odors generated during the reduction of methylbenzene
propylamine. A little bit is enough to evoke his occupational disease, even at the moment when the soul is not guarding his house.
He wetted the towel thoroughly and sniffed a few more times, and suddenly he was suspicious—not that smell, but very similar, it should be ...
bleach?
Yan Yan turned and walked into the toilet. He took out the bottle of household sodium hypochlorite bleach from the cabinet and shook it. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that the liquid level was half an inch shorter.
But it's still not right. This bottle of bleach is specially used for cleaning toilets. How could it get on the towel? It is impossible for Jiang Zhan to act unexpectedly to use his face towel to clean the toilet.
Yan Yan stared at the bottle of bleach in his hand and suddenly remembered something, and his heart suddenly moved slightly.
When people see sodium hypochlorite, they only think of bleach. But at this moment, as it is doomed in the dark, there is a looming silk thread wrapped into a logical chain, linking sodium hypochlorite to a more professional and sensitive behavior.
"Maybe ..." he suddenly thought, "Maybe it could be ..."
Yan Yan suddenly got up, rushed out of the toilet and came to the study, and even felt his shoulder hit the door frame. He opened the drawer and rummaged a few times, found the magnifying glass, turned back to the bathroom, kneeled on the open space in front of the fluid table, and carefully observed the gap between the tiles with the magnifying glass. Even every cement particle was not let go. Jump straight.
As long as he can find traces, even if there are only a few traces, it can confirm the increasingly crazy guess in his mind—
Suddenly the stern motion stopped.
He knelt down in a very twisted position on the side corner of the counter. Through the magnifying glass, the corner between the cabinet and the floor tile, a faint redness about the same as the diameter of his hair appeared in the gap.
-That's blood.
Yan Yan squeezed his mouth tightly, his heart squeezed his throat sorely, and he jumped out of his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. But at this time he did not hesitate, holding a magnifying glass and immediately exited the bathroom, and found out that the mobile phone dialed a number.
At the same time, Han Xiaomei in downtown Jianning, wearing high heels, followed the crowd out of the movie theater, and her cell phone rang.
"Hey, strict team!" Han Xiaomei rushed the blind date to express his regret for the mouth, but he was relieved, but he just hated not being able to fly back to the municipal bureau to work overtime immediately. It's okay, what do you tell you to say! "
Yan Han's uncontrollable respite came from the phone: "Han Xiaomei, immediately brought me the lakeside community by stealing an investigation box from the city bureau. Your brother's life is now in your hands."
Han Xiaomei: "..."
Han Xiaomei's first reaction was that a male boss called a single female subordinate to his house in the middle of the night? !! The second reaction was to lie in a slot. Are you really my brother and asked me to steal things from the Municipal Public Security Bureau? !!
"Brother Yan Yan Yan Yan, calm down and have something to say, you let me secretly ... steal what?"
Yan Yan stood outside the bathroom door, looking at a large tiled floor under the counter, finally dumbly:
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