Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Jiang stopped his head banging, his black hair was rubbed on the door panel, and his eyes were too late to hide his surprise, but Yan? L The tongue with tobacco breath filled the mouth, sweeping the upper jaw and the bottom of the tongue.
This was indeed too sudden, completely contrary to Jiang Zeng's original idea, so that his mind was blank, he reached out and pushed it, and Yan was holding his arm against the door. The door panel slammed a few more bumps during the hastily struggling, and then was rubbed by the back of the clothing to learn about it, especially in the congested ear drum.
... will be heard by people in the corridor, and there is only such an idea in his mind.
Then he felt vaguely strange, as if it should have been tit-for-tat, but the kiss was soft, thick, and hot, and the nerve touch caused a slight tingle in the brain and spine.
Too unreal.
Vertigo was a bit ridiculous.
Jiang Zhan nailed his palms into his palm, but he didn't feel it at first. The tingling was drowned in the overwhelming kiss. After several seconds or even longer, he trembled and forced his hand out. l launched a half step.
The surroundings were as quiet as coagulation, and the nurse's walking and speaking in the distant corridor came faintly, contrasting the breathing and breathing of the two were extremely clear.
"..." Yan? L stopped the undulations of the chest, slowly stood up according to the position of the incision in the abdomen, and asked, "how?"
Jiang Zhan's thumb was tightly pressed against the inner knuckle of the middle finger, so that he could emit a more normal tone: "What's the matter, do you want me to praise you ?!"
Although his voice was desperately flattened, the last character rose a little too much, even Yan? L could hear it.
But Yan? L didn't laugh, nor did he have any pride, dissatisfaction or other mood swings.
"I don't deserve your affirmation?" He asked back.
Are all trusts mixed with temptation, contradictory cooperation hidden, unreserved help in times of crisis, and protection from life-threatening situations in distress?
"... what I said to Li Yuxin really deceived her." After a long time, Jiang stopped coldly. "Spades k is a drug lord, I am a police officer. No matter what I do, there is no betraying. If you think Taken away by a mentally perverted lunatic, it will soon feel that everyone around him may be a traitor. "
He reached for the doorknob and raised his chin slightly to Yan? "You are in your thirties, calm down and think clearly, don't let your life die."
Huh!
The door opened and closed, and Jiang's footsteps gradually disappeared into the distance of the corridor.
Yan? L slowly backed up, sitting by the bed, rubbing his fingers into his hair and rubbing hard, then suddenly took a deep breath like a certain determination, picked up the new phone to open the card.
"Hey, Dad." Yan? L paused and said, "I have something in Jiangyang County, help call a cart, and pick me up and return to Jianning immediately."
Jiang Zhe opened the copilot door, got in, and buckled up his seat belt.
"Let's go."
Sitting in the driver's seat, Yang Mei was probably so anxious along the way that she didn't have time to make up her life-saving makeup: "Jiang Jiang ..."
"It's okay," Jiang Ding said. "It wasn't me who was shot in the operating room."
However, the anxiety in Yang Mei ’s eyes has not been alleviated, instead it has become stronger: "Jiang, do n’t follow this case. Where can we hide from being so big in China? This is the hospital and this time. They dare to do it, that person is simply, almost ... "
"You say spades k?"
Suddenly hearing this name in broad daylight, Yang Mei froze when she was stunned, and then Sen Han came up from her spine, making her snoring involuntarily.
"It wasn't him." Jiang Zuan turned a blind eye to Yang Mei's greetings, saying, "The rare thing is that he left a flaw in this case, so he must chase it."
"... what ... what's wrong?"
Jiang Zang didn't answer her immediately, but took out the sunglasses and mask from the glove box, and then tilted the seat backwards to an angle that would not be captured by the surveillance camera when the camera was on a high speed.
"Let's drive," he said, "I'll sleep first, and call me when I change hands."
Yang Mei knew that dissuasion was useless and glanced at him anxiously, but she saw Jiang Zhan somehow suddenly rubbed the mask on her face with her knuckles, and then put her hand back to her side.
Yang Mei could not help but glanced strangely.
The subtle movement looked as if he touched his lips subconsciously.
Never sleep palace ktv.
The last time the car was parked at the back door, it was just when we were discharged from the hospital. Jiang stopped looking at the alleyway when he got out of the car door, but there was no young boy wearing a blue shirt and a guilty conscience evading under the street lamp.
He glanced back.
"Don't ask the kitchen to make food," Jiang stopped before Yang Mei spoke. "I went up to see something."
Yang Mei finally lifted the pink girl's heart and was poured by a scoop of cold water.
Jiang Zhe closed the door and turned on the lamp.
The suite upstairs is different from the one when he left in a hurry last time. The quilt bedspreads were changed clean and fresh. Half of the water was poured and poured into pots. The glass was washed transparent and neat. Qi Lei is on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Paula
Jiang Zhan closed the curtains, unbuttoned the clothes one by one, threw his shirt back on the bed, and went into the bathroom.
The shower spewed warm water, and the heat quickly evaporated, Jiang closed his eyes.
For some time he felt that the most comfortable way to say goodbye to the world was to drown in warm water, unknowingly and quietly, as if he had returned to the womb of his mother who had long lost track of his face. But when he was tied to a seat belt and sunk in the river, the thought in his head was, how could I die?
He will never tell Yan? L is that when the door of the flooded car was opened for the first time, he was actually awake for those few seconds.
He could feel Yan? L was pulled out, and the little girl beside him was rescued; the carriage slowly swirled to the bottom of the river, and it was no accident that he was tied to the back seat alone. Throw in the cold embrace of death.
This is the end, he thought at the time.
But he did not expect that the car door would be opened again under the huge water pressure. The hand that had appeared in the dream reached reality, dragged him to death, and dragged it to the other side of life.
Jiang Zhan breathed a long breath, and when he opened his eyes again, when he saw the blurred mirror on the opposite side, he wiped away the water vapor.
The person in the mirror looks younger than it actually is, but not too young. At least the corners of the eye have been traced by the years. However, the sides of the corners of the lips are abnormally flat because they rarely laugh, and they are not his age. Nasolabial sulcus accustomed to people.
He had a paler complexion than other children since he was a child. He lay on the bed for three years, making his skin paler and less lively, and his eyes were a bit too dark. In the past few years when the public university graduated, the body was relatively healthy and intact, and it is now ruined. If you don't try your best to straighten your back and lift your head, it will look a little weak.
It wasn't cowardly cowardice, but it was covered with old scars, and at the same time with incomparable alienation and indifference, which made people want to stay away from it.
Jiang Zhan frowned and stared at the mirror, not even looking good. Not to mention being compared to a pretty girl, even standing with a young and energetic young boy, it looks particularly unlovable.
Therefore, the second-generation criminal investigation detachment leader with the surname Yan is not only silly, but also blind.
Jiang stopped laughing at himself, splashed the water on the mirror, and the unlovable figure was distorted in the water.
After a while, he walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe, wiping the dripping hair casually, pulling out the white board from the door, and then opened a safe welded to the wall under the bedside desk and took out a few cords. Tied kraft paper bag.
There are countless notes, old newspapers, dozens of photos and so on in the paper bag, scattered across the table.
Jiang Zhan took out a yellowed k playing card, nailed it to the center of the whiteboard with a magnet, and then took out a marker to draw the left and right arrows around it. The arrow on the left points to Gongzhou Anti-Drug Corps, and then another arrow is written: Hu Weisheng.
The arrow on the right points to a question mark, and the left and right are divided under the question mark, which respectively writes Fan Zhengyuan and Jiangyang County.
He added pieces of key information next to each arrow, then stepped back and looked at the whiteboard, and after half a while, he again wrote in the space to write two side-by-side phrases:
Abduction and execution
He points "execution" to spades k, and "abduction" hesitates for a few seconds, pointing to a question mark.
There was only one desk lamp in the suite, and most of the space such as the beds and wardrobes was hidden in the shadows. Only the square inch of space in front of them shrouded a warm orange halo. Jiang Zhan's hand holding the pen was on his lips, subconsciously biting his thumb nails, and glanced over the desk with dense notes and pictures of familiar police portraits.
Countless fragmented clues flashed from the eyes, and finally settled on some distant and unclear details.
An empty mineral water bottle.
Ma Xiang said: "The fingerprint of the bottle and the direction of the DNA at the bottle mouth are the same, and only Shen Xiaoqi touched it ..."
The reason why this water bottle appeared on the scene is that the mistake was not taken away or was intentionally left. This is not yet known. But the water bottle itself revealed a sensitive and subtle hint enough to allow Jiang Zhan to grasp a vital doubt. Why is it so important for "that person" to repeat itself?
A person repeatedly going to the theater to watch a certain performance may be because he likes the content of the performance, psychologically touches or resonates.
But if he walked into the backstage from the auditorium, personally wrote, repeatedly induced, and even forced the actor to re-execute his script over and over again, then it can only be said that he was dissatisfied with the original script.
He was dissatisfied, but he could not wear back the plot that had been altered in the past. The regret and unwillingness gradually fermented into paranoia over time, and eventually developed into today's cruel and treacherous serial abduction.
Jiang Zhan narrowed his eyes.
The most terrible criminals are not natural anti-social, revenge homicide or high IQ professionals, but people who know that their spirit is extremely distorted, and they can control and enjoy it so as to exert their extremely high criminal talents. This kind of person is usually similar to the psychological description of patients with cold-blooded psychosis. While lacking normal emotional sensibility, they are extremely good at
imitation
of emotions and using the feelings of others; therefore, although most of their emotional expressions are not From the heart, but often it is difficult to discern its hypocrisy, and at the same time avoid the psychological weakness of normal people because of their feelings.
The k is a typical example in this respect, and it is even more ruthless and difficult to deal with because of its unique growth environment.
A slight icy radian suddenly emerged from the corner of Jiang Zhe's lips.
When he just woke up from a coma, because of the poor physical and mental state, it was difficult to adjust his psychology, and he had never thought that it was possible to deal with spades in this life. But the appearance of this empty mineral water bottle seemed to give him a glimpse of opportunity from the despair.
That man's pursuit of punishment revealed a strong, paranoid feeling, and such things as feelings will inevitably cause psychological weakness.
In other words, the opponent is not impeccable.
But how to start?
Quiet in the room, Jiang Zhan pulled up the pen cover, and just about to write something on the whiteboard, suddenly he only heard the sound of the glass window:
Alas.
He jerked his head back.
Huh!
Someone is knocking on the window?
Jiang stopped for a moment, and quickly put the documents and photos on the desktop into the safe and locked it. He wiped the words on the whiteboard a few times, almost cleared the head and tail, and walked to the window with two fingers. Take off the line, and then hold it firmly:
"you……"
It's so strict to have a drain pipe stuck out the window? L!
Suddenly Jiang stopped thinking that something had gone wrong with his eyes, but then Yan? L knocked the window a third time, his expression was a bit painful, which meant that let me in quickly, I couldn't hold it!
Jiang Zhan: "..."
Jiang Zhan opened the window and grabbed his hand, Yan? L climbed on the window sill with strength, jumped into the room "hey", the impulse made both of them take a few steps backwards, and fell on the bed.
"This is the third floor!" Jiang stopped and became furious.
Yan? L hissed and covered his incision in the abdomen: "I drove for four or five hours ..."
Who do you lie to? To what extent is your family going bankrupt to afford the hundreds of dollars of the chartered car? !!
But then Yan? L The next sentence suppressed Jiang Zeng's rage back. He said, "I'm like coming to tell you I'm sorry. I shouldn't try you that way today. I did it wrong."
"..."
"And I think clearly." Yan? L looked at him and whispered: "I can't wait after thinking clearly, can't wait for a moment, I want to come and see you." 2k novel reading network